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("" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
the darkness must be present"" -Francis Bacon)
Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls
No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!
This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )
Notes:
(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled, "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. - ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""**
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(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets
(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-- Carl Jung.
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friend, ~free!~ AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO
BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought Snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night so right
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance no more for us that eve or evermore
For the band was on their symphonic way
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds April slay the snow………………
And as the ice and snow had done
sorrowfully she was gone
Hours devoured days since I’d held her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a
lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Never to be continued
Someone opened the door to the lounge
And the band was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew near
We both agreed that week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic
start © 2011.…Phreepoetree
PHOUR PHOOLS PHOUR PHITES
I sauntered in an evening mist
A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
Shining city turned violet blossom
Enchantments I could ne'er resist.
Adrift upon the Paris, proper
Wandered I, a Yankee pauper
Until a Latin damsel's ride
Paused, as she pulled me inside
(Not that I had mind to stop her).
Away, into another world
She and I were thusly hurled
A night of excess, spinning fast
Absinthe sweetened our repast
As did lips, and tresses, curled.
Club-to-club we smartly hopped
More green nectar if we flopped
Pushing tenders to their rations
Just to fuel our backseat passions
On-and-onward, 'til we dropped.
All seems dream now, in my mind
Still, I'd swear that when we dined
Famous folks from ages hence
Were with us for our merriments
And all the mischief we could find.
The best of writers in their day
Zelda, F. Scott and Hemingway
Gertrude Stein and Porter, Cole
Pined, polemic, from their soul
Life and love, the friendly fray.
No discourse was too far-fetched
Others, too, who talked and sketched
Pablo Picasso and Gauguin, Paul
Dali and Man Ray, surrealists all
On, the wilding hours stretched.
Ever poured the emerald potion
Crazy cogs in constant motion
Clouding, thick, the mental fog
Far beyond the hair-of-dog
Glasses raised for every notion.
Thus it passed 'til all went black
Awaking days hence in my sack
Believing now that all these things
Were just a night's meanderings
Or the ramblings of a maniac.
I set my mind to purge it all
Grabbed my phone to make a call
Then spotted on my bed, a note
Within the pocket of my coat
So I crumpled it into a ball.
You see, I recognized the write
I'd seen it on that misty night
When, with absinthe, we'd our fill
And Hemingway had signed the bill.
So I sauntered off into the night ...
Too scared to find out ... if I was right.
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" Rime of the Ridiculous Mariner "
{warbled to the Merry Tune: Jingle Bells!}
Jingle Bells & Flyin' Hulls
All sheets in so tight~
Yikes Ahoy! There's the ploy!
Sail right through this night!
Run downwind beat to weather
fall off as ye wish~
Set your mizzen up yer main
tops'ls catch all flyin' fish!
All's well in yer cockleshell
if'n yer head be screwed on right~
Ne'er fear horizon's near
as ye sail as though in flight!
Some shall say if they may
yer off yer rocker tonight~
They them are whot's ne'er far
from bein' sunk from sight!
So this I say to them that may
now hold your hands aloft!
Fer if ye think a sieve will sink
yer mind is goin' soft~
A hole is but what a troll doth see
when all is nightly dark~
For they who may shall thusly say
to all a merry Hark!
Plug yer doubts & ne'er pout
for all shall soon be fine~
Break the cask & lift the flask
let's drink up all this wine!
Sail the ship & give the slip
to all that's dark & dull~
Rock & roll fill the bowl
let's sail this mighty hull!
To those who think this rime doth stink..
damn I say to ye~
Try yerself those wines top shelf
& stand so we all may see!
Fer if yer not all outta pot
& ain't fell in the drink~
I'll pipe right down without a frown
& really begin to think!
The smoke will show all such folk
whot's made me mind so daft~
Fer always have me wishes come
of that whot's all abaft!
One day soon shall then I swoon
as knowledge comes to me~
That all me life I've had me wife
around me as the sea!
Now this then is reason 'tis
me sits alone in bed~
Fer last wench was had me heart
we fell so soon apart!
She caught me far below the keel
& spoutin' off me spiel~
I tried me best but failed the test
got caught showin' off me eel!
Now I sail tied to the rail
for all mermaids to see~
He who did dare to bid
for just a moment's glee!
All whot was dear & near
such truly did'st I wish~
But Har! 'Twas sure underrr that keel
she surely was a dish!
Avast! Ye say! 'Tis way too much
all this rime of such~
So shall I agree as with my sea
fer I've had me quite a touch!
I'll leave ye now & point me bow
into a raging wave~
Fer now ye know I'm all a'blow
& naught but sea do crave!
Jingle Bells & Flyin' Hulls
All sheets in so tight~
Yikes Ahoy! There's the ploy!
I'll sail right through this night!
SeaWolf
©
With the onset of advancing age, so I find,
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;
Occupies his every spare, idle thought
With that of the slow, reflective kind.
Regretful of many a squandered hour,
Turning his back on the squabbling nations,
Their woeful, self-serving deliberations,
Dreams wistfully of his own starlit tower.
Should he hopefully find that blessed stair,
Wound insides of the ancient, dim lit wall,
Where tread from unseen feet sometimes fall,
He could but elevate himself above his cares;
There, throwing his soul upon the night,
Lift his gaze upon a tumultuous crowding!
His thinning pate adorned with a crowning
From a far-flung, pale, distant light.
And if he was to fix his mind upon that point;
To that moment forcefully bring to bear,
With every ounce of fibre when stood there,
An unremitting will to somehow exploit,
That, which, the mystics so jealously guarded...
Then, perhaps, he might too ascend?
For, in all reality, at the very end,
All is thrown off...the very body discarded.
Therefore I will choose my own finality.
I give my remaining days to old worn steps
Enclosed in rock, a turret that silhouettes
Against an endless sky; and if it should be
That I find such hallowed battlements
Give aging legs the strength to slowly climb,
To praise the celestial and sublime,
When reaching up where my God frequents.
For though those stars seem out of reach,
Unattainable by grand, omnipotent design,
Nevertheless I am thusly to be inclined
To offer up a prayer and unto him beseech:-
"Immortal father who created mortal man,
Ye who sits above all earthly thrones,
Give unto me old tools and rubbled stones,
And I shall endeavour to do what I can...
To rebuild that abandoned, crumbled tower...
For, Lord, be it only by dreams men are
Truly empowered"!
AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent at the very least
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
but the evening ended before she got to know me
For the band was on their symphonic way out
while two people who felt bound together for no reason suffered unreasonable doubt
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done
I ended up the most sorrowful one
Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a lady who
was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
but hopefully to be continued
Someone opened the door to the lounge
As the band was played the last song, some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
and then utter the sigh of her "hi"
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And now, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start
2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
" Revenant "
In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less cognizance~
‘Tis said now & agin' were a man a bit more old~
Those truths which he ushered forth might not be so bold~
Were now I to be one o'the wiser & thusly called sages~
Methinks I'd be a'lookin' far far back through familiar ages~
Mebbe to those times of youth & greater glee~
Mebbe along those lines of women set so free~
Mebbe I'd look agin' & in so doin' so see~
Truth were so simply there right inside o'me~
‘Twere thoughts o'the mermaids all was it were~
If'n battles so waged created in mind still a stir~
I'd be a'not so a writin' this here little rime~
Nor fer certain would it be now not about time~
Nay say I naught ever dids't methinks~
Wherever whenever I took all me drinks~
‘Twere it so written in those stars way aloft~
Fer me to have grown old & verily so soft~
Fire dids't I breathe fer so so many o'those years~
Darin' & dancin' fer never a'knowin' such fears~
Damn'd so now to be found such a'thinkin'~
Lookin' yet agin' fer all maids to be a'winkin~
‘Tis silly methinks I've grown through these times~
So silly that methinks most always in such rimes~
Yet therein lies such question as to m'self must I ask~
‘Twas wha'for such a reason ye've taken yerself to task~
Aaaarrrrgh! Revenant! Thus I rumble from a'deep~
Awakenin' me ownself from greatest o'sleep~
‘Tis questions which do so bother me now all a'bluster~
‘Tis sense so common I'm a findin' hard to a'muster~
Answer me now those of ye in the know~
When where & wha'for does this wind now so blow~
I'm fer certain left with not any reasonable quip~
To any I'd be grateful fer any such a tip~
Nay nay now belay that I've just asked of ye all~
Fer were it fer certain time 'twouldn't be any such a ball~
Methinks I'll so settle back agin' in me familiar wild waves~
Takin' naught but those pleasures such as that which I craves!
SeaWolf
©
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AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be
For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men
And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done
I ended up the most sorrowful one
Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight
the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Someone opened the door to the lounge
As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
With eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be
For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men
And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done
I ended up the most sorrowful one
Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight
the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Someone opened the door to the lounge
As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
With eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!