Long Riverbed Poems

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Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material prone to find the reader 
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably...

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Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper and you gave it your best shot to pass the difficult test
It looks like you’re outtah luck…you received an F...

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Twenty-one Scenes Of Life And Poetic Thoughts

That Resplendent Scene

winter white landscape
frozen limbs on ancient trees
old snowshoes ready

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 12-08-2015

Fleeing Visions

dark shadows, death waits
sun burst upon bright new dawn
moonlight on lake shore

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-09-...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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The  sirens are gone now
                             ...

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Your Elysian Killing Fields-
Your soul, my Love,
is the pristine gilded white,
that cascades down from Heaven's summit.
A river that fills me, a dry riverbed,
with your milk and honey.
Your current carrying me along,
to your eternity.
Eternally, flowing along,
your...

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As Marion trod the old familiar path
leading to the river of her childhood,
she viewed the willow tree across the river
and recalled with clarity
the event that changed her life 
half a century ago - that memory
which...

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The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch, the boulders brood, but there is no one there. The...

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...He struck with the gunstock, smashed the man’s teeth,
then dropped the weapon and ran hurriedly,
Indians saw him, three of them gave chase,
he dashed for the woods in a deadly race.

Around him the woods were filled...

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Flowing river - I became...!

'O' friend! you stood your ground, a rock in the riverbed;
sauntered, stuttered, stumbled and stopped for good.
I transformed, into waters and became one in one with it,
a flowing river, discovered myself,...

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sleeping wastes my thinkin time.
my currency on clock is mine.
why use it to wait in line.
while wind still blows, and stars still shine.
i'd rather satisfy my mind.
watching the clouds dance for a dime.
they tip their...

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You’re my lone star
You’re my one and only love in mind so far
On my mind for many years
You shine away all my tears

You took me to your rivermend
You lift me higher than my riverbed and...

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Darkness broke against the
shimmering, bleeding-out sky 
as the sun, descending back 
to its ebony prison. 
We two sitting enjoying 
Nog and Chai, speaking 
pondering of life the 
meaning, the confusion 
of memories molding 
clay upon...

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He lost her that night.

Before-
Weeks after school and weekends,
weather or not,
they had  built the fort-
strong, Indian proof.
Father had provided a tarp.
and his father’s High Standard Sport 22 pistol
for wild animals.

The woods behind the fort
were...

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Perhaps halfway to Bemidji we met a cleaning crew
Removing fallen trees but it helped us little
As they had only just started when we saw them.
The riverbed was much lower than fields it cut
So our vision...

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Our riverbank launch at dawn
where dense forest chills the breeze,
where cottonwood leaves flutter like wings,
and weeping willow penumbras tease.

Glistening, rippling turquoise water churns.
Crystal swirling pools symphonic and aglow,
elliptic aluminum crafts coast over craggy stones, 
riverbed...

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I sent my love in the form of a rose for you.
I hope you don’t mind, but I sent one that was blue.
It’s my favorite colour and of course, yours too.
So I sent my love...

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How lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It’s always changing and...

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I would rather hear the sound of water gushing from the rocks
Than to hear his  deceitful voice whispering in my ears
I would rather listen to the  birds singing in the trees 
Than to...

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Two men alone with their wounds,
following footpaths in the tall grass
so as not to be seen
by militia.

Stealing pumpkins from farmed fields
chewing on grass stems to ease hunger
Listening to the sound of frogs
And followed to water.

On...

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The moon's hiding behind
     the last of evening's dew,
It waits for a ride
     on the morn coming through;
The starlights been gathered
     as it...

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Do not blame the snail
When it drags along sluggishly
Or draws back in its shell out of fear.
But what do you say of one
Who competes with a turbo jet
And makes friend with a sledge hammer?

Do not...

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11/28/21

I won't but I know some dummy will
Ya'll think it's funny still
Out in the country hills
F*** all these monthly thrills
People think money kills
But its humans that do, leading to bloody bills

It was difficult to be...

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Light green leaves, wineberries on brown stems grow in New Zealand's native bush
Sally drinks a glass of red wine each night laughing
Forest of tall trees awesome in their backyard
The mystery beyond an endless river chasing...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and...

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