If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?
And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?
Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?
Sleeping now is not so easy
Unlike nights of yesteryear
Pain evasive sleep maneuvers
Needed now from front to rear
This way to avoid that shoulder
That way to appease my back
Crosswise so my groin finds freedom
Tilted slightly toward the crack
That Sciatica will flare up
Should I not upend my knee
That’s just one side’s ‘Sleeping Sitcom”
What is to become of me
Don’t forget to fluff that pillow
Sinus drip means counting sheep
Plus a stiff neck’s sure to follow
One wrong doze into the deep
Slumber now is very tricky
That’s if I can sleep at all
Where’d I hide those ‘little helpers”
Sandman’s on an early call!
Amidst thy grassy sea,
Stands a lone cottonwood tree.
A man of red–
His many feathers
Scatter like dust–
Away in the wind.
Amidst thy cottonwood tree,
Lies a man who once was free.
A man of blue–
My musket, aflush
A sacred scarlet–
Stricken with iron.
‘Thy brother’s blood crieth unto me.’
My blank canvas,
Suspends in time–
For I – I
Hath begotten flames–
Unto this rich plain
Of gold.
My brother in red–
He is dead–
And my sin hath killed him.
In shaking tears,
I run out into the sky–
Chasing his feathers.
eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you wish to see another day
(after you brush your teeth and prayers say)
take care the place you rest your head
(a bunk-up in a hammock's best)
as the dreaded bed's where even angels fear to tread
we gave Claude a nod
sent his poems to friends and God
spoiled child and spared rod.
Great things God has done
we will always love His Son
He is Holy one
with God friends would share
He and Son are quite a pair
sins are hard to bare
when we have great news
each page read then we will use
tickle and amuse
On this day, you must rest
to pass my Sabbath test
thunders Almighty God
Not to rest’s
a bigger test, (sigh i)
~ as off i nod
A recent brush with death,
makes most people reflect..
They stop and think of God,
not just give him a nod..
It's been less then two weeks
and Trump's back to nasty tweets..
True colors flaring again, slings
mud at Joe Biden.
This man has got the nerve,
"Biden's not fit to serve".
President Biden deciding not to rerun,
not enough for some Republicans..
Do you know Wynken Blynken and Nod?
Claimed they had reservations with God
When we asked them for proof
They all went through the roof
Don't you think that reaction is odd?
Tho we said we would listen to more
Then they claimed there'd be dinner for four
Said they couldn't be late
Cuz God hated to wait
And would throw all their food on the floor
So the next revelation they claimed
Wynken and Blynken wouldn't be shamed
Till they saw God was hurt
They forgot the dessert
But in the end it was Nod they blamed
His was a lifetime
spent grabbing
storing
stashing
garnering
stealing
collecting
depositing
amassing...
try-try-trying to fill
his soul hole carved deep
from a youth
from a poverty
of having nothing.
But all was but a sinkhole
each stash
more greedy-desperate
and heavier
than the last.
In the end
all was as nothing
An aggradation,
too heavy
for the man
to carry forward,
Sinking down with him
now buried
and forgotten.
‘Tis said,
A man is remembered
for what he gives,
Not for what he takes.
face it
a nod going west
except it
He says nada
WWE chock hold comes
a nod from the east
she says si
It’s on
you seen it then you face it
your time has come
Your grills mad
please bring him loot
turn that mad grill upside down
more violence
please strike him rich
help out
turn his grill from mad
bring crime
all this
overlooked and freshly roasted
brewed up the night before
just appearing
ice coffee
a light roast
gets nod of approval
a nod from West Wing
Put this in your book
It’s intelligent
It would be smart
small print bible pages
go peacefully please
with the nod
nod straight to West Wing
This looks like Blink’n Wink’n and Nod the old-timer said.
He was a lifelong reader, this guy we call Frankenstein Fred.
I thought it was Wink’n Blink’n and Sod, I said to rile him up.
He rolled his eyes at me and took a sip from his coffee cup.
He knew I was kidding, and that was okay because we are friends.
We are not into the fanciest expensive coffees with the crazy blends.
We are common people who remember faerie tales and radio.
Born in the fifties, we know how to not boast or show.
Blink’n Wink’n and Nod or Wink’n Blink’n and Sod, it matters not.
We have experience knowledge, much which cannot be taught.
We remember things like the Night Before Christmas, and other stuff.
And we gladly share it with young whippersnappers without any fuss.
Is peace of mind for all the souls possible?
Can the happiness of the World we double?
These questions are totally unanswerable
As the loving part of human heart is feeble
Man is supreme among all the living races
By hook or crook, victory he easily traces
With vengeance, every soul, he chases
He loves to stash money in suit-cases
Money makes him become mother's enemy
To kill one another, he has created an Army
He is making the scope for peace gloomy
He loves to wear gold like Egyptian mummy
He allows hatred to dominate in his mind
Though through money, peace he can't find
He amasses it by being mentally blind
For the sake of money, he turns unkind
How to rectify the greed of man, dear God?
Is there a method to do it on the holy sod?
Can we make him good by not being a fraud?
If you can do it, please bless us all my Lord.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
Decided to speak to God.
Wynken was thinkin,
If he left it to Blynken;
It wouldn't burden Nod.
Blynken was of the mind,
Him and Wynken were two of a kind.
He'd forget about Nod,
Cause he thought he was odd;
And couldn't relate to God.
But, Nod had his own plan;
And knew God would understand.
He'd forgive the two,
About the doubts that grew.
Thus, Nod would speak to God.
As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod
As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace racing feet unshod
Young lads dancing forth with live bait and fishing pole
With promise of joy and food from fav fishing hole.
As life in enchanting mysterious ways
Sallies ever onward into those flowing days
So shall winter return to blanket earth with cold
We should give thanks we came from God's Heavenly mold.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2022
Rhyme
Note: 1
When the light has been gifted and the heart wakes to see its power. Joy enters and falls like a blessed Spring shower.
Note: 2
My first in a while. Ablessing was gifted me this day- and that gift birthed this new creation, God works miracles and sees every fallen sparrow.
How sweet are the messages of affirmation,
Enhancing our self-image when we are down
Often providing reason for contemplation,
But should not be worn like a golden crown.
To give someone else a simple feel-good nod
Elevates the spirits of both giver and receiver,
Now and then, everyone deserves that laud
Being noticed for being a creative achiever.
Affirmation gives a special boost to the poet
For most poets are their own harshest critics,
And if we do not give them the praise of merit
How can they know we appreciate their lyrics?
When we feel good about a poem, let’s share it
For we all hope our works will a notice inherit.
Written July 19, 2022
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