Three Tribute Poems, Composed By Me, For Longfellow Blog
Three Tribute poems-- composed by me,
For Longfellow blog….
(1.)
Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns
The rays of morn took their first golden breath
Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists
First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Demanding night accept its coming death!
Triumphant crowns!
Dawn's first yawning, a parade of new dreams
Waking Fate and its ever growing lists
With dancing echoes of showers to fall
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Birthing flowers born from resplendent streams!
Triumphant crowns!
Sweet the softest callings of better days
With man rising to earn his daily bread
And Nature singing true to cheer life's all
Earth no longer mourning yesterday's dead
Future hope setting sail as sunbeams play!
Triumphant crowns!
Humanity follows its usual course
While bright blue-set skies rejoice overhead
Teeming hordes traversing their daily treks
Across well-worn pathways from life well fed
Amidst the carnage of loss and remorse!
Triumphant crowns!
Father Time speaks demanding to be heard
Above the din of crowds surging about
Commanding its fleeing hours to obey
Sternly obeyed were its arrogant shouts
And the infinite powers of each word!
Triumphant crowns!
Sun was setting, its daily chores all done
Mortals noted the rapid fleeing light
All had felt the ever changing new course
Some with increasing joy, others with fright
Dark shadows arose screaming lets have fun!
Triumphant crowns!
The moon sped brightly forth taking top stage
Stars came twinkling across heavenly skies
The wise old owl took its same midnight flight
Night spread its woven cloak of evil lies
While sleeping crowds await first new rage!
Triumphant crowns!
The rays of morn took their first golden breath
Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists
First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Demanding night accept its coming death!
Triumphant crowns!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2021
Romanticism, ( That Man Could Wake To See Coming Of Eternity )
Blog poem.
*****
(2.)
Love's Fever Burns In The Air, As We Kiss Anew
As my angel passed by, sweet the rustling leaves
And amidst world's accursed worries, life so grieves
Her soft footfalls, gift promise of far better days
Removing anguish birthed by darkened greys
A reprieve if you will, a blessing to arrive
A soft gentle breeze, love proving one is alive!
As she looks at me, her glowing smile, beaming bright
My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight
For such is a treasure so truly Heaven sent
Bountiful gift, to relieve such earthly torment
And wouldst I dare to question this exquisite gift
As just mere sight of her this spirit so uplifts!
As my bliss turns to my asking is this a dream
Is it a spell, fairies casting a golden stream
Nay, lonely heart replies, this is romance born true
Love's fever burns in the air, as we kiss anew
She grabs my hand and whisper darling, shall we dance
Again, we enter paradise of our romance!
As she looks at me, her glowing smile, beaming bright.
My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight!
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism, ( The Fever Of Love, If A Mere Dream, May I Never Wake )
Blog poem.
*****
(3.)
That Summer Day At That Resplendent, Ancient Weeping Tree
Around that tall, wide spread ancient weeping tree
Where singing meadows and smiling sky looking down
Upon a wandering searching child, namely me
Far, very far away from our small farming town
Gazing up to see where hides the Olympic gods
Seeking life's approval by their wizened nods!
Yet the gods had vanished leaving bright blue sky
Its deep beauty, vestige of all that was to be
I stood transfixed, bravely questioning the why
Could not life and happiness be given for free
Puzzled by the cold hard-set silence falling down
At last seeing, fled were the gods with their false crowns!
As such thoughts invaded a newly minted mind
A child decided best to further knowledge seek
For how ever was a soul to life's great truths find
And verify, blessings come to those humbly meek
Thus acknowledge power of words my father spoke
And prove too, life was love, light- God's masterful stroke!
That summer day at that resplendent, ancient weeping tree.
I found truth- God put an innocent, loving soul in me.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021
Romanticism-
( A poetic narrative, Wherein One Great Truth Was Found )
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Robert Lindley
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