The betrayal offences rendered on us daily unsettles swiftly progress.
They simmer and stir and spread.
Resentment, unforgiveness lead us to revenge.
Bitterness spreads so contagiously like a disease.
Infests and infecting all within reach.
God’s guidance keep my emotions in check.
Clear my heart of all distress.
As I mediate on your love and goodness
As feelings seem to resurface.
I seek your forgiveness,
You so graciously give.
Living with compassion and easily forgiving
is a commitment we must make.
Agonizing darkness descends upon my hopelessness.
Crouching in a fetal position as terrifying pain infests.
Oh the slashing, bashing of the wielding belt.
Crying and scampering, knowing his rage, I felt.
Yearning for and welcoming the comfort of death as a release.
As the cloud of fear cries and begs for it to ease.
My body shaken and violently let go what it had.
It only increases this rage from my dad.
At her peril, mother suddenly steps in.
This nightmare of death and torture ends.
She helps me, as I stumble to bed, and I cried all night.
Still fear ravages and paralyzes me from my father’s sight.
No child should ever go through this reign of terror.
Dad begged and begged for forgiveness of his errors.
After a time for healing, I completely avoided him.
A final and difficult reconciliation between us began.
I and my siblings enjoyed and loved him until he died.
His children no longer feared him but honored him with his last rights.
People are fickle
A bothersome tickle
You open the door
To wind up in a pickle
A dreaded half smile
They stay for a while
You’re too polite
And in denial
Instinctively nice
Prone to sacrifice
It gets out of hand, and
Infests you with lice
Your genuine heart
The tip of the dart
That punctures your skin
And pierces your heart
You’re better alone
And crave to be home
Which is why you avoid
The dreaded phone
When put on the spot
It’s as if you’ve been shot
You do as expected
What I’s shall you dot
Which explains your dismay
Too quick, to obey
You’re dying to leave
While agreeing to stay
We sow discord,
Yet we're thirsty of peace.
We chant war,
Yet our ears call for euphonia.
Racism infests our world;
Tribalism invades like malaria.
Although we have diverse languages,
With love there is no barrier.
We attack the weak,
And leave them with dysthymia.
We hunt strangers like Tiger,
And replace euphoria with dysphoria.
Oh children of Adam!
We are one family.
Do away with xenophobia,
And put on xenophilia like a regalia
FOGGY IGNORANCE
infests mountain gardens
when one uses the lenses to view others
and not ones self
Ponder the pest
It's not like the rest:
Can't stick out its chest
Doesn't have a nest
Your crops it infests
Devours and ingests
Acts rather stressed
Promotes such unrest...
It's not a good guest
It flunks every test
It's certainly not blessed
its presence you detest
It exists to molest
It's often hard-pressed
It's best when obsessed
Yet may I suggest
Somewhat in jest
At its progenitor's behest
~ With your head it has messed.
Dictatorship is water hyacinth
once it infests water
it shocks aquatic life
limits fishermen
terrorizes fish at home
difficult to eradicate
and benefits a few
Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground
Majesty of her charms , pale in light now
Love's glow has died, ashes only remain
She was sad , my heart took a fleeing bow
Her cries left only darkened bitter stain
No long goodbye words, we both knew not how
She was mad, I felt no need to explain
What is the past but dead dreams on black ice
Time returns us not to make our amends
Wishful thinking, going back would be nice
Yet new pains could rise, and forward it sends
With no overs, nothing said would suffice
Best journey on, racing around the bends
In hindsight , glory heavily infests
False goodness and sweet touches abound
However, truth lies in dark empty nests
Where heartache and misery were first found
Seek not ye fools gold as wisdom suggests
Withered are memories made on false ground
Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016
White is not an opaque color
It seemed to shimmer incandescent figures under the eve of light
A foreshadowing
Pain is the white that compliments your wedding dress
Tying the knot
Knowing you’ll be bound to it forever
Pain can be held and walked hand in hand down the aisle with
Your maid of honor
White
It’s the color that infests your eyes and hair and face
Starting with empty thoughts and eraser shavings caught in the bouquet
Making your solid black outlines a mere grey
White may not be opaque
But you succumb to the transparency
While the pain fills the void your tears left
Pain loves to linger
Because it’s no stranger it feels like it belongs
Pain is loyal
It never forgets to white out all the right dates and remember to walk you home.
Don’t let Pain overstay its welcome
It’ll burrow a home into your head and kick out Calm and Cool
It’ll bond with Hate behind your back
But it’s not like that’s unknown
What a horribly manipulative thing Pain is
But without it in your life
What is home?
Where are the seeds of our ancestors?
Are they dug deep in blood-soaked and bruised battlefields?
Or huddled close to God's Crest?
Or are they lost languishing in desert sand's drift?
History's dilemma but their sins are repeated
As relentless as the ticking of the clock of eras and ages
In the tragedy and pathos of wars---unabated.
In the conflict of human corruption and constant rage,
That burns with murderous intent or with rapist's lust.
Must banish the lure of the evil that infests these seeds,
So men live and gone will be the monstrosity of their dark deeds.
The boy held the clue to the cure for the seeds curse.
"It's simple, so simple," he said with a smile
"Put the seeds in a jar," he continued,
"Soak them in tears of kindness for a while,
Add Sanctified water and their goodness will be renewed.
And above all else, ask for the Lord's forgiveness
For our past sins and the poisoned putrid seeds.”
He skipped along the sandy beach with his little friends,
As the yellow sun of the Lord's Protection led them to a new dawn.
The closet door rattles and it I ignore
Until the rattling I can ignore no more
It continues to shake all on its own
There is a presence which wishes to be known
My spine tingles, I'm full of fear
As I ponder what lingers near
The walls start tapping, the door creaks
And out of the darkness a voice speaks
Inaudible it is, but sounds grotesque
In my eardrums, the voice infests
I cry out for mercy, I ask it to leave
"Please mr. entity, stop scaring me"
And then it's gone, I feel it disappear
But I know tomorrow night, it will return here
Panic attack
Neurons are whack
Strive for balance
Infests my whole day
Each way I try to convey
Messages, communicate
My how neural pathways can stray
Left with a bottlenecked airway
I seek but body-chemical harmony
Thoughts, actions with symmetry
Gather grey matter
Take the unrest
Heave it over the railing
Crazy’s gone stale
And then I exhale
Sunshine Williams
Evil That Always Takes Its Toll
Remember where hot lightning bolts flash down,
Its sun-fire heat burning in a tragic strike!
There perished mother and her little tyke;
Tragedy there, where the angels cry and frown,
And sing their saddest songs upon the waves:
Doom and gloom a sad fruit to be born
Taken long before Gabriel blows his horn.
Judged by Fate no power in Universe ever saves,
Yet no man lives that can ever be so sure,
That misery will forget to take its toll
Upon the peace that stirs the blessed soul!
There was peace: yet no peace can insure,
Paradise will be waiting for its fair guests,
The great promise, its most fantastic lure!
Security of life and limb of angels so pure:
Or protection from Evil that so eternally infests.
Robert J. Lindley, August , 1973
Note: A poem from my private journal, from back when I wrote a bit more in the old style.
Sometimes I dearly miss writing like this..... and that muse that raced so far away!
p.s. My first wife(future ex) thought this my best poem ever.
At that time I had several hundred written.
Not trying to hurt the readers
Or become a poetic verbal ling beater
I’ll fade out of the last
These ends creep quietly past
It starts in fear
I’ll give it
Another year
Then gather all that was said
And put regret back
Into my head
Sorting what can never rest
A memory lap
Infests
Something
Someone
Disturbed
Now bouncing in my head
Unconcern
Though
Listening
To every word
I keep the ball rolling
Instead
Deeper thoughts
Off patrolling
A walk
Thanks to the lithium
Shake and roll
Answers on a limb
Insights possibility
On the rims
My confidence confined
Then on the cursing slide
A problem to think
May drive me to another
Mind spilling awful stink
Everyone can play strange
On their own memory lanes
Some houses out of view
For what they stand up to
Front yard trenches
Made of old work benches
An old oak tree
Breathing bothers me
Hard work upsets to need
Too busy convincing you
Trembling nerves born
The anxiety, dread, jealousy, scorn
And lover's touch to bring it back
To full persuasion, tempted assault
Gravity tangles in its throw away nest
A culture that produces garbage spinning
As spiritual pride unsettles, infests
We are called to lift
Reach up and achieve our mist
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