Silence originated a scent-
But it fades up-tempo
When real strength walks in.
One move like victory in rise and fall
Steps thumping the ground like a warning,
Revising the mandates with every swagger.
One spray courage like a crown-
Radiant, lucid powerful enough to shift the
Leeway.
Every inhale is affirming space, crisp enough
To make the horizon rise with one.
Silence be funky sporadically-
Truth incarcerated too long in the lightness,
Soone step in, unshaken, untwisted,
Unequivocal.
One deodorize the Silence with one's voice-
Velvet thunder, golden fragments and
Triumphant enough to change the gust of air.
Kinderpaws, the kitty Santa sat on many presents galore
pretty soon one paw was hanging and he was on holiday snore
we tried to scoot him off because it was six a.m. Christmas Day
But Kinderpaws had other plans, he refused to give leeway
Red that impedes people from moving
Extra step forward enticing
Dot in red, ceases everything
Yellow that warns and drums
Extra press on the pedal, burns and hums
Leeway to move forward like a wand
Left or right with your foot or hand
Or keep moving as told
Whine when you go beyond the line in bold
Go and keep going
Rev and ride on a Boeing
Exercise discipline and be alive
Exceeding (with caution) the gauge in the hive
Never surrender 'til you get there!
Is there any DNA identification leeway?
Can a savvy forensic scientist fake the results?
Can their opinion and bias overrule guilt and innocence?
Do they sometimes work on a relative’s case....
without divulging their relationship?
Questions which will probably never be answered.
Scary, isn’t it?
Sometimes plans have many parts;
Not all will you embrace.
Yet if you’re lucky, with some smarts,
They might fall into place.
A little leeway might just pave
The way to make things work
And compromise could help to stave
Resentments which might lurk.
Too often people won’t engage
In planning’s give and take,
The lack of which can set the stage
For someone’s heart to break.
Yet thinking every aspect through
Of all suggestions made
Can shine a light of hope in lieu
Of hurts that might pervade.
Euphoria
Glimpses captured the stigma of delights
through the smiles, hidden and hide behind
the curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life
In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined
fastasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives
to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height
Often where the lashes whispered love dynamics
all through the depth, over the sand steps into
a dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick
Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides
to the predilection where it belonged for epochs
Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed
Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo
a gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill
of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speaklessly
More often startled, it traversed through all seasons
through the velvety mountains of remembrances
till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled.
every plant in her garden grew curiously irregularly wild
developing vines and blossoms unseen on other plants
some of her plants looked like hybrids, for no good reason
We asked about her green thumb and she laughed
I love my garden, she said, my plants know it
I give them leeway, and space to do what they want
They love it that I show my confidence in them
I guess that is why they are curiously irregular and wild.
Santa Badger can handle it Mrs. Badger said.
She was in charge, and this is not in my head.
I have seen the two together, she gives him no leeway.
He cringes from her directions by the end of their day.
Santa Badger was a pushover and gave much away.
Bunnies, hedgehogs, and mice soon showed up to play.
Let’s go out and eat, one of the mothers suggested.
By end of the day Babysitter Badger’s nerves were sorely tested.
I hate to be crass, but is my butt showing?
It certainly was, all big, pink and glowing.
We lied to grandpa, as grandma asked us too.
He was so happy, he did the old soft shoe.
The nurse gave us a wink, a nod and a thumbs up.
They had been trying to get him to drink out of a cup.
Grandpa’s hospital stay had been awful for many.
He was not as virile and sexy as he was when he was twenty.
He thought he was a lady’s man that is for sure.
Letting them all know he had been around the manure.
Grandma gave him leeway, he was not at all well.
When he realized his butt showed, he would give us all hell.
Odd beasts and creatures they are
Part human or animal, some have a scar
Some have ears, whiskers and toes
Others have levers, and hair that glows
An odd band, they have found each other
Acting as each other’s sister and brother
The rest of the health club stays far away
Giving them leeway each and every day
Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.
The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.
Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.
Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme
discerning and so judging
lower mind is allowed leeway
but no final conclusions are drawn
the information is distilled in our heart
respecting the journey of each soul
as it navigates earth life storms
where oscillation is inevitable
accepting all as they are
never feeling sense of injury
there remains no need to forgive
for each acts as of their present level
who knowing no better can do no better
and so we look at their luminous soul
which has chose to live and learn
our response is compassion
to whatever they may do
03-May-2023
You can't always hope to know what's in my mind,
but if there's something that suits you - that's fine;
don't write just for you, your readers like something,
be gracious, accept defeat, don't think they need therapy.
There's a thing about English, some others think better,
but it's not just grammar, rather colloquial inferences,
of which they lack understanding and all the nuances,
they're important, whether you think they're trite or not.
I do not claim to know all things and neither should you,
the love shines through, don't be critical of a stupid typo;
I won a competition in white, gold and indigo blue,
to think that some poets had respect for what I do.
I'll give you leeway but next time I won't be so lenient,
if you're worried about rhyming, don't because it's convenient,
sentient, alive, aware
that’s all there is to it
imbibe, embrace, release
it’s ego that clings
identity bubble imaginary
renewing the moments
of innate aliveness
we allow yearnings leeway
as long as we stagnate not
for each life hue is new
27-December-2022
Sipping cappuccino
imbibing its flavour
we allow indulgence
a little leeway to revel
offering to the vast void
aroma of sensory delight
12-December-2022
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