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Chubby little dimpled hand’s reach up to stroke my face
Happy cowboy booted boy, with hair all out of place
Broken nose, stepped on shoes, doggies left behind,
These are the things as I grow old, is running through my mind.
It only took a dollar to win a skip bow game
And if you lost the first one, we would play again
The homemade pizza and the pop would add to all the fun.
If you won $2.00 you’d be the lucky one.
How precious do those days now seem with all the children gone
Their children grown and have their own. Where do I now belong?
Tiny children calling grandma, I look around to see,
But they are calling my child, no longer calling me.
Life’s gone so fast, what do I do with the days that’s left ahead?
How many book’s can I read or how long stay in the bed.
The years have taken toll on me, and bones within me ache
Forgetfulness encamps my mind of the pills that I should take.
They call these the golden years, they say they’ll come a time,
When I will say I’ll take my rest and life will be a rhyme,
Of words I put together, to say how I do feel,
Forgotten, Laid aside for now, Hey what is the deal?
I once was young but now I’m old and I can only see,
The path that’s laid before me and I shall walk with thee.
Oh gates now open wide for me, do you see me coming in?
The brightness of your being Lord has made me to live again.
The ones I’ve loved are waiting, their hands stretched out to me.
Mother’s, father’s, cherished ones I see oh now I see.
Rejoicing, laughing, loving ones, oh wait I hear my name
Grandma, Grandma comes the cry,I turn to see the same
Loving girls hand in hand as they rush forth for me
sunlight shining in their hair, death had set them free.
I catch them up close to me and I finally get to say
I am so glad to be with you, you'll brighten up my day.
Let me tell you of your mother's that have missed you very much
Who would have given everything to feel your baby touch
How fast life goes and very soon they will come here too
To share with you the beauty and their joy of loving you.
But now I will remember…dimpled hands upon my face,
Cowboy booted little boy with hair all out of place.
I look back and I can see how lucky I have been
To have those precious moments, that I relive again.
So booted boy and dimpled hand’s, so fair, so fair of face.
I put you back within my heart, till I have run the race.
(1.)
Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee
Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose
No longer hide behind life's hidden pose
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans
Remember her, life's most beautiful rose
She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose.
Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee
Pray to Heaven to one day again see
Together walk those streets paved in gold
Hold each other always, never grow old
Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around
With you darling, forever by my side
In divine paradise wading love's tide.
Dare I ink the words, darling I love you
Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans.
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
*****
(2.)
As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours
As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours
Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield
Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers
For this world its angry powers refuse to yield
Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign
As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align
Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I
For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky!
Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again
As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief
Here walking through life, with overloads of pain
Crying out and at moment devoid of belief
Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword
Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be
Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes
Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling
And darkness its turmoil dances into my head
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling
Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead
Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots
Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years
Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots
As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling.
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )
Stuff your rock stars, your heros, your christs,
your anti-christs and anarchiests.
Stuff your false idols up your ****.
Stuff your regenerative ramblings;
the spiel of a million others
spilt in diluted misunderstanding.
The generic rhetoric of another blank generation.
Born under the yoke of fashion not fascism
we walk a happy middle ground smiling contentedly.
Raised, sightless, in the sickly glow
of TV screens and neon lights.
Suckled by the fast food empires
and the bloodied abattoir's's carcasses.
Supping the milk of human blindness
with the blood of fallen beasts.
Schooled in paranoia and conformity
through magazines and film.
Body over brain! Body over brain!
Don't feed either if you want to fit in
to society or size sixteen jeans.
Passive skeletal expectancies rule over all.
We are over-looked and yet watched over;
Monitored through cameras and stolen information,
watched on screens by perverts and bigots
watched for signs of difference and dissent:
word gets around and gets arrested.
Incarcerated. Gone inside. Turned inside out.
I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
Spayed to the point of mental impotence:
no longer threatening. Hope is dead.
Driven as slaves into factories, offices, banks,
working to gain enough to "buy" what is already ours:
ownership as proof of existence.
I consume therefore I am.
Ownership of possessions and of people.
Taught to repress desire, to plough the rut of our parents.
Mate Spawn and Die.
Breeders laugh in mock pleasure behind picket fences.
There is safety for us all in our collective clichés.
The pursuit of pleasure becomes confused
through labour and labour saving devices
then drowned in alcohol and soap.
Happiness becomes vague comfort and escape:
Ignorance is bliss and bliss is easy.
Pre-packaged rebellion under state supervision
rattling shackles and throwing toys from prams.
Socilalists singing sweet songs of false hopes
an alternative repressive ownership,
punks so bereft of individuality repeat to infinity
even the intelligent ones just want to be another dick.
All grow old and sick together
having furthered the species and the empire,
return to the organic matter from whence we came
or perhaps ground up and fed to the pork and beef
down at Old (Ronald) McDonald's farm that we all love so much........stuffed
Form:
( Based on the animated musical produced by Walt Disney
based on the fairytale written by Charles Perrault.)
"Hello Cinderella, how are you ?
I am very happy and still in love,
the Prince is kind and handsome;
and from the first kiss it was truelove !"
"What became of your animal friends ?
I brought all the birds, and the mice,
and other animals to live in the palace;
now, they are safe and think it is quite nice !"
"What became of your stepsisters ?
I allowed them and their mother to stay
in my manor, because they had nowhere to go;
I am sure they will grow old there and decay !"
"What was it like after your father died ?
I was a girl when father remarried,
Lady Tremaine who had two daughters;
then father died shortly after and was buried.
The daughters Anatasia and Drizella were spoiled;
and Lady Tremaine was very mean,
I had to live in a dusty attic room with the mice ;
and everyday had to scrub and clean ! "
"It must have been exciting to go to the ball ?
Oh yes, I was excited and wanted to go,
but it seemed impossible that I could;
until my fairy godmother helped me as you know.
The stepsisters had ripped apart my mother's dress,
but, fairy godmother made me a shimmering gown to wear,
made a pumpkin into to a stage coach;
four white mice into white horses fair,
and a old horse and a dog into a coachman and footman;
it was magic but only till the stroke of midnight.
At the ball I danced with the prince and walked in the garden,
and when we kissed it was delight ! "
"So I know the ending, your foot fit the glass slipper ?
Yes, of all the maidens in the kingdom it only fit me,
and though my stepmother and sisters tried to stop it;
the glass slipper was the key,
soon after I married the prince !"
"Cinderella, my last question is what is
your advice for young girls ?
I want every young girl to know they are a star,
and to never ever give up on their dreams;
because if they wish and wish they can go far,
as the song goes- A dream is a wish ! "
_________________________
February 09, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Conversation With Cinderella
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1428-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Conversation A Fictional Character
sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 03/02/2022
First Place
Remember the innocent days of youth
Our smiles would brighten up the evening sky
When we believed in honesty and truth
And swore we were never going to die
Dancing happily across life's green fields
Feeling the sun's kiss upon our faces
When we didn't need protection or shields
And laughed about lacking social graces
When the world was ours to roam and explore
The give and take now an integral part
We had no clue of what would lay in store
Yet everyday was a thrilling new start
To see the world again through a child's eyes
Crystal clear without deception or guise
Ah yes many wonderful childhood days
All too soon they are lost forevermore
Remembered only in a passing haze
Washed away like sand on a distant shore
What is left behind is reality
As we seek and search for our place within
But with such diminished vitality
Uncomfortable now in our own skin
For like the four seasons changing our view
We don't recognize who we have become
So we try to go on and muddle through
And to our fears we try not to succumb
Yearning for those blissful days so long gone
When each new morn held rainbows in its dawn
Now life has settled into a routine
As we strive hard to try and forge ahead
Like a constantly rewinding still scene
On new ground now we barely ever tread
These middle years like slow mental climbers
Preparing us for when we do grow old
When we will be considered old-timers
And won't have to fit a desired mold
Through the aging returns freedom once more
As responsibility slips away
And we start to feel as we did before
Before our happy childhoods went astray
Oh the changing cycle, from birth to death
Filling each day with promise on its breath
Rising expectantly to greet each morn
Knowing that soon time will be ours no more
Our thoughts between earth and heaven are torn
As we battle through our internal war
For to leave all we have loved is so hard
Yet we yearn to see the world up above
From our time on earth, our souls are quite scarred
Needing to be touched once more by great love
In silent dreams we see the promised land
Peace now settling in our hearts and minds
As time slips through life's hourglass like sand
And our memory so slowly unwinds
We ride the chariot to take us home
In heaven our souls will now freely roam
He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her bulging eyes circle the contours of the deep spilling oil from the bottom of the well onto the village street and the night pays its own sacrifice.
Oh, mountain of hope you have the remedy for my soul, mountain of hope come and rest with me before I grow old. I can feel the vibration in the clouds and I can see the deity standing on top of the mountain in a golden shawl with hands stretch out reaching towards the Pyramid floating in the sky. I know that I have to make that journey but the path to the sea is full of debris and the roads that emerge from the back are blocked.
Build me a castle on top of the sea where my soul will know no misery build me a castle on top of the sea where I can escape from the rigorous journey; that is only way out and you can attempt it if you have no doubt.
The mountain of hope is on the other side of the sea, the mountain of hope will solidify your dignity. Take the remains of those that died tragically in the street and sprinkle it in front of the castle in the deep; light a candle and say a silent prayer for them and for the couple that fell off the bed, their remains are in a bottle and their last wish was to let in float in the deep among the aquatic family.
Time passes quickly and they are coming, the weather is constantly changing and heavens are glowing; thousands of them stand in the desert gazing at the skies above them something is happening up there and the earth is responding down here.
Lights are flashing all around and a rocket is sailing across the city, where it will land nobody knows, but it will move what mind cannot measure and blow up what the spirit cannot understand and it explode in a distant land and courage will keep them strong.
The mountain of hope is shifting, the mountain of hope is singing they have broken through gate and occupy a spot-on top of the mountain.
Destiny has led them to that place because the mountain of hope knows no race, each one has a place and they will live there until the rest their days. The mountain of hope is the secret to their soul, pitch your tent on top of the mountain before the sun goes down, the mountain of hope is where it all began .
A shining light has now been dimmed
A voice we loved is stilled
The chair where you sat, now empty
Is a place that can never be filled
A golden heart has stopped beating
So loving, so pure, so kind
But her memory will live on forever
In the legacy that she left behind
For so many years she has reigned
Our mum, our Nan, our queen
Famous for many wonderful things
Especially her delicious cuisine
Her butterfly cakes, her lemon meringue
And oh that wonderful trifle
Her tasty egg and bacon pie
Her cooking was so delightful
Christmas parties, dressing up
Her pagan perfume she sprayed
A good old east ender a sing-along
A cinzano and lemonade
She filled our lives with sunshine
Her smile would light up the room
Her charm, her glow, her infectious laugh
Would cure any doom and gloom
We all know she loved a party
And Chas and Dave would be there
The joy we would feel just to watch her
Sing along without a care
So many years of memories
Tales that will never grow old
The head of our family, the love of our lives
She’s a wonder to behold
The unconditional love she gave
Her affection knew no bounds
With endless kisses and cuddles
Our queen of love she was crowned
Her love, her strength, her courage
Her selfless caring way
Her wisdom through the years
Has made us who we are today
Always there for each of us
With pride she watched us grow
She guided and she taught us
Almost everything we know
The essence of everything beautiful
Our Angel in disguise
And now she watches over us
From high up in the sky
God knew she was special
So He gave us her on loan
But when He knew she needed Him
He came to take her home
We would give our all
To have her back for one more day
An hour or a minute
For these words we need to say..
“You were our greatest treasure Nan
Our world, our heart, our soul
You made our lives worthwhile
We love you more than you could know
Our tears could fill an ocean
Our fragile hearts won’t mend
Not only did we lose our Nan
We all lost our best friend
Always we will miss the Nan
We never can replace
But, our memories are something
Even time cannot erase
And when grief becomes too much
We know you’ll keep us strong
We’ll know you’re by our side
Because in us...you will live on
(Written for Nicola and family)
I might seem cold and beyond your
reach
Far from your love
Distant and aloof
Guarded by walls
To strong to shatter
Stubborn and contained
No deeper you may go, no further
can you prevail
A sinister shadow
My mind paints
Of love, and sweet nothings
All irrational, all fake
The wall remains
Permitting no breach
Not even a crack, no rift will it
create
But beyond the darkness
Beyond the unwilling guide
You seem to have lit a spark
Immaculate a warmth, subtle,a fire
Gently you urge, lovingly, towards
the light
That’s breaking these walls
Making me fear, less, love’s sight
With time, I can see
A change in the winds
Stony winters depart
Loving spring, you bring, to help me
live
A warmness, to cherish, as it thaws
all my fears
Frees my inhibitions
Drowns out my every tear
Every other, a trial, so bitter and
unclean
Building hatred and resentment
Bringing heart wrenching sobs and
gut wrenching screams
Your love, however, like silk,
delicately she plays
Adoring, never ceasing, not passive,
nor grave
No fretting, agonizing, deeply
rooted, so chaste
No fear of disappearance,
Like the glamorous crystals of rain.
Each morning, I wake
To feel your love so great,
To mingle and meddle
And hold your embrace
To tease, and love, to forgive and
forget
Of jealously and protectiveness
Of comfort, day and night and all
that’s within.
Tête-à-têtes, aplenty.Sweet
nothings, galore
Imploring and yearning, the
distance to explode
Bashfully timid, those kisses that
burn
Soft whispers, fond gazing, with
butterflies and curling toes
Of sweethearts, darling dearests,
Of endearments, and flowers
A love so ardent, so sanely insane.
Meaningful, not empty, your words
will remain
For love, that you give
Romantic, yes, but not plain
Each moment with you, my love it
shall grow
For seconds and minutes, I calculate
no more
Complete and new, not hollow and
cold
My dearest I shall love you, not
leave you forever more
Steady, firm, not cowardly, this love
was born
Intense, she blossoms, intent, never
flawed
For life, it seems, to have found my
paramour
To live and be with
To marry and grow old
So know this my dearest
My love shall remain
With endless mingling, our souls,
forever infinitely. Beyond all. Shall
prevail
Form:
I last saw him at our oldest sister's funeral. Why did death bring us together that dark day?
Why did life show the last of his face to me that day? Why, oh death, were you so secretive, leaving me clueless?
Had we known this would be our last, we'd have had more to say I tell you, we were worlds apart, different in so many ways
We fought as kids, talked like men, and lived as brothers Blood brothers, and 19 months separated our ages
I must confess that he was often misunderstood,
because he seldom did the things he should
Comfortable inside his own skin, he had nothing to hide and went out of his way to applaud the success of others
But he certainly danced by the beats of the music he made I never knew if he had a confidant, a hero, anyone he admired
I think that he never heard the drummer of anybody's band,
but he was always there for me to give a helping hand
He laughed at his own jokes. He was genuine, the real mcCoy
He was entrepreneurial and creative. I miss his honesty
and graciousness. He lived too fast and died too young I thought we would grow old together, but at 55 and
2000 miles away, he breathed his last and died Would to God my dear brother was still alive
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Innocent dove of the flame
What we cannot see but what we rely on
If only there was you and
I Enchanted forever without hope we shall be
So come rescue me in the dark of the night
Only you can save me
For only you can show me the light
I always knew you would be there to guide me
evermore a spirited angel
eternally beautiful always beside me
I pray to you
Can't you see I'm suffering
Fly over me and grant me With your presence
Your everlasting grace
A hope I can keep sacred
Sophia
I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart
Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear
Remember the days when I was so weak
Quick to turn with no
allegiance I could pledge
So easily I could break
Using a dream to washout the nightmares
Why didn't I turn to you
Come enter my roof
Once my soul beckons the most
Give me a gnosis so grand
I find safety in the truth
And of the knowledge you bring
And the wisdom you are
In another life I called you sophia
Sophia
I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart
Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear
Safeguard to know
Wherever my heart goes
As long as
I'm with you
I know this is true
For whatever our souls know
Till we grow old
If we truly find it right, sacred, and just
Truth will always follow
Sophia I can see you in the dim light my
immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear