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Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone
to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish, plus last will and testament
won't include burial and/or headstone
cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone
cremation as ecologically friendly option
scattering ashes to parts known
someday... yours truly will too
succumb to the dead zone.
Stark reminder to live fully an urgent yen
to live life fullest between now and when...
ever yours truly exits
stage door left, perhaps ten
twenty, thirty... eighty, ninety, one hundred...
additional orbits around sun
a remarkable human phenomenon
(me) courtesy mine burning ken
bequeaths modest minute man
near accursed immortality longevity totaling even
score of years counting (crows)
and father time among his brethren.
Distress unavoidable which mortality doth bring
nevertheless, tis impossible mission
to eradicate pain and suffering, which doth sting
consolation assuages grief, viz prayer
and buttressing coping with spiritual wing
profound absence augments biting zing.
Biological reproduction begetting offspring
lodging within uterine abode
subsequent in utero development
regarding accretion embryonic node
biological algorithm doth automatically encode,
nevertheless longevity invariably affected
no doubt courtesy lifestyle mode.
Random crapshoot luck of the draw offspring born
genetic blueprints also decree existence transient
parents emphatically teach progeny
got no choice must inform
daughter(s), and son(s) ineluctably forsworn
demise bound with birth certificate presents horn
of dilemma conscious the next generation
granted only so many Earth orbitz around sun.
Once grim reaper deftly
communicates I must bid adieu
eternal hasta la vista to kith and kin
please don't shed a tear for generic
germane admirable bad company crew
member, albeit healthy as an ox
never got the flu,
an atheist doubting thomas
though genealogy records
incorporate many a cynical Jew
at least one legendary antiestablishmentarian
gleaned within mine purview
shunned, ostracized and banished to Xando.
water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of monogamy,
Pedestrian thinking,
Accelerated usage,
Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry,
Doing nothing for the Universe, Yet stealing all unities,
Dissention and green lights and babies birthed and apostrophes in time,
Influencing the way we work on thinking of ourselves as HUMANS, As people, not things.
Growths, from children to adults, the contortion of time, the peeling of fate, the sweet sugar coating like a scab on your life,
Bleeding out of your heart and seeing out of your eyes and feeling through your brain and feeling through your synapses.
Here are the producers of the broad way show of assimilation
Here are the problems, Here are the irregularities with the hole in the boat, But don’t worry everything is now under…
Black as a burn on white , yellow as a can of
Cream, not yellow at all.
Not nothing but irregularities we perceive as
Potential ingredients in life.
But in greed, is what we are, in need
Not so much, Thinking SO outside
Of the box, that the box has grown
Legs and walked away and has grown
A full beard and a full head of ideals.
And we are trapped outside of this fully
Matured matron of mystic answers.
And we are pleading to God to be let
back in...
But you know something, GOD IS IN THAT BOX TOO.
And you know something else, inside all of us
Is a little box opening when
It's ready to breed a plague of
Insatiable urges.
A quest for self.
A journey through self.
Black and blue benches where a man sits,
Breathing, he breathed.
Waiting for his anti-matter mother to annihilate him,
But less than he believes because anti-matter
Kills not what it touches, But what it needs to
Kill itself.
A piano, might be boxy and Brute-Like
But might mean more than piano
To you.
It might mean the 'end is nigh'
For music is the sound we hear to
feel forsworn,
to feel filthy inside of ourselves.
GOOD, GOOD
But remember, the Doctor is here
And he is watching from inside
The box, and he's sitting over a cup of tea,
With GOD,
In that BOX
A scenic blue are ocean’s crested waves
with tufts of white that spill in feathered sprays
amidst the troughs and valleys of the sea.
Will time or tempest bring God back to me?
Horizons hold no hint of land or line
to separate the sea from the divine;
just miles of ragged waves that sway and dip
like drunken wains with surges of my ship.
I come alone upon a summer’s morn
to ride with tide and purpose where I’m borne,
to meet the sea at last on my own terms,
where poetry and savagery affirms.
No longer will I be the willing slave.
I’ll seize the day and vow that I’ll be brave
and know with salt and spray, I’ll come alive,
compelled by fate to awaken and survive.
I’ll listen for the seagulls in their play
while they send raucous greetings to the day.
All boasts of man the mighty sea dispels
like diamonds that sparkle on the swells.
No person lives who can command earth’s sea;
for it commands for all eternity.
All wagers with the fickle sea are fraught
with perils for each rough-hewn boat or yacht.
Brave fools with consternation venture out;
though hearts may pound and minds be full of doubt.
They promise to their god, they’ll be reborn
and keep the tryst that they had once forsworn.
Through life’s adventures we are filled with woes,
yet still set sail to where the sunset goes.
From heaven and the ancient deep, we’re barred;
while dreams peek through the portals, dimly-starred.
It is a fool who names fate’s course their own.
All folks set sail with winds and tides they're shown.
I’ll seek this blessed rage of order, quite composed
with all my inner demons now exposed.
Where Mind Soul And Pen, Often Dance And Play
In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow?
Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die!
Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight
Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet.
There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream
Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth
Fair maiden, forever this true love holds.
Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2019
Verse
Note: This poem was composed from titles of my own poems, for the twenty title contest. Only after composing did I see that it was to be titles of other poet friends. Intended to rewrite but was very ill for several days, forgot and saw the contest closed before I could rewrite using my poet friends' poem titles. I wish I had read the contest instructions better, But still I decided to keep it as is and post it. My mistake but I had truly great fun going over hundreds of my poems to find these twenty titles.
The first time that I
Saw you, I could not
Find the right words
To say
What I felt so deeply
Within my heart which
Outwardly on my face
Was now displayed
For the first moment
When I saw you, my
My mind was no longer
Mine
Finding as the seconds
Passed by quickly
I found myself losing
All track of time
I knew I would need
You near me, for it, felt
Like I would surely fall
And I was no longer the
Same person, for at the
First glimpse of you I
Was falling in love
I wanted to elude you
And time after time
I would surely try
For I never wanted to
To end up like a leaf,
Falling down from a
Tree branch up high
But you have captured
My fallen heart and
Your love would simply
Not let me be
I tried so hard to keep
Away from you, but our
Meeting was forsworn
By destiny
For the longer, I tried
To stay far away, the
Deeper would become my
Inner blues
And I found it harder to
Stay away because day and
Night I only thought of you
And the realization
Finally embraced me,
Informing my heart
Of its helpless plight
That only one option
Would be available to me,
I had to embrace your Love
To end my sleepless nights
And I sought you out
The next day diligently
With a fervent hope I
Could make you believe
That there would never
Be happiness in my life
Without your love always
Being a part of me.
April 1977, written
During the first week
I saw and met My wife.
Cards, ribbons, and bows tucked neatly aside,
Frosty and Santa warming their toes,
At home in the attic, they were our pride,
With the season's specials and television shows,
It was a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
Take a hand, take a hand,
For everyone knows,
In a wintery wonderland,
With magic falling as it snows,
It's a gift to be opened once a year!
A stock of duckling and turkey kept for nibbles and snacks,
Frozen cheesecake and berries paired in the fridge,
New Year resolutions made as easy as stacks,
Of chips and cookies forsworn, to every crumb and smidge,
It was a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
Take a hand, take a hand,
For everyone knows,
In a wintery wonderland,
With magic falling as it snows,
It's a gift to be opened once a year!
To buoy our hearts throughout the coming year,
Baubles, fragrances, and melodies become fixed as the stars,
To gaze at inwardly as though so very near,
Every day will hold its mystery, just like Venus and Mars,
It was a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
This poem is dedicated to the One whose birthday we celebrate,
Jesus Christ, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords.
The song which this poem is based on is Christina Aguilera's "This Christmas"
Twenty Titles, A Beautiful New Birth
In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow
Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die
Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight
Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet
There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream
Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn
Robert J. Lindley,
free verse, 7-22-2019
There are hazards there,
to board imagination of another soul,
to probe behind the rocks along the way
and find too much, converting chill into reality—
there is the romance!
There too is desert, the wandering for years,
knowing that the self alone will dessicate
until there is another sacrifice,
another mingling of the blood there at the wrist,
forsworn to die as breath is dry upon the skin.
It is as much a ship's departure
blessed of the wind upon the back,
blessed to see the stars above the prow
and still detect the beating of a second heart
as passionate as mine to cease
its feckless thundering.
There is the time to seize the glory
of the second wind from out the east,
the second rising of the power of God
that lurked behind the cloud of innocence
to interpose its frailty
upon device, its patient magic
on the dryness of despair, the bones
of a forgotten day, connected still again
by two...and by that still outrageous gambit
forged of love.
THAT’S REALLY COLD, MAN!
There really is a woman who grants me utter peace
And makes me believe that we will finally get relief
It’s the same old story about youthful love crossing a sea
But when my arms wrap round her and hers round me oh I ramble free
First she hugs me slightly lightly for to reserve a gentle touch
And then swears to God that she loves me and how very much
This was no fantasy short lived nor overstated in any way
And her thoughts were always inside my head before she had anything to say
Devotion became lame yet ecstasy remained ecstasy
She’d hover above a lover who made wonder come to be
I’d hold her right and enfold her tight
And then wouldst begin quite a night
‘twas quite a sight to see they say
A festive of fervency and fidelity forsworn
But it was a moral imperative that he slip away
For that was the day an adulteress and his baby was born
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Shall We Believe In That Promise Forsworn
Let not hate blind thee to love's true powers
for within its realm rests treasures untold;
man's walk, missiles are thrown from dark towers
with greater frequency as we get old.
What shields dare we in our hope ever seek,
which sharp swords do we carry to defend
the righteous, the innocent and the meek.
What fruitful crops do we thus truly tend?
As the final winds on setting sun blow
with no new dawn to give future reprieve;
Spring waters are no longer born from snow
we perish, from world designed to deceive.
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn
when all the world heaps it with utter scorn?
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 17th, 1987
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 110