I-t's
M-e
I-ntensely
S-eeking
S-ince
Y-ou're
O-ff
U-ndertaking
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
For Timothy Lee
My heart sought love with a hunger never sated,
dreamt of it with a thirst cupid never fully aided
and a fervidness of longing no embrace abated.
Perpetual disquietude pooled sadness in my heart
where ashes drowned when my dreams burnt down.
Then came you with such masculine effervescence
my romantic, passionate dreams eagerly renewed.
My willingness and lovingness thrilled to be wooed
by the sheer vehemence that is charismatic you.
Your gaze held an intense, veneration persuasion
and your lustiness was buffed in brazen perfection.
Your endearing love became my safe, cocooned haven.
Whether you tenderly or intensely touch me to possess,
you relay amorousness and reverence in one, same caress.
With you, in romantic paradise, I lovingly, joyously reside.
The beating in your chest is where my sun rises and sets.
Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet
In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!
There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!
O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
Reality of my faded memories shall not last
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits.
Memories found false, one rarely forgets.
Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015
Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..
On a dark, rainy evening I sat viewing life beyond the glass of my
cold bleak house, no longer to be conceived a home.
Empty.
Unmoved.
Numb.
I had died, or so I thought, a goddess of the night, a hungry, lonely
soul, recalling only pure moments of passion, mere moments,
too fleeting to be substantial.
You appeared from a dense fog, embraced my broken spirit with
your strong arms and kissed away the trickling tears from my face,
loving me, perceiving me as no one else had ever done, gently
mending each wound, restoring my once youthful soul...
because you possessed the courage to tell the truth...
regardless of outcome.