Your words, a double-edged sword,
Sometimes pierce like an arrow's chord,
Other times, they surface like a wound,
Leaving scars that forever resound.
Every step, like shifting sands,
I walked, veiled, with heart in hands,
Through your streets, where complaints did turn,
To hatred's form, and love did burn.
The whispers of our home's demise,
Scattered like leaves, with fading sighs,
I doubt your words, O preacher true,
Tell God, from His throne, to intervene anew.
Thousands of rebellions rose,
Yet not a single movement showed,
The cups were shallow, I confess,
Friendships were fleeting, a moment's caress.
Waqar, I've survived the stormy night,
The bonds of blood, a wrathful blight.
Categories:
resound, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Lyric
In a black hole, so much more lost than ever found
Splitting atomically, it beats a hollow resound
It's no surprise that so many equate it to confound
Pulling down all lost souls, it's devastating all-around
All the while self consuming paralyzingly profound
At its core I wonder could nothingness be drowned?
Categories:
resound, sad, sorrow, sorry, space,
Form: Monorhyme
Seven Echoes Resound In The Old Bell Tower
Seven echoes resound in the old bell tower
each a clap for righteous requests.
Sanctity evades within this religious hour
and hovers over its invited guests.
Old bell strokes out its first day's ten
time reminds the priests to pray.
Caution seriously, we the far lesser men
on faith of this holy Sabbath day.
When this day and ceremonies are at end
invisible cello stroking its strings.
Even the deaf smile handsomely and pretend
some slip away while the choir sings.
Seven echoes resound in the old bell tower
each a plea for a peaceful day.
Blessings cast down bringing by the hour
more faith to those that pray!
R.J. Lindley
Oct.16th 1974
Categories:
resound, appreciation, blessing, dedication, music,
Form: Rhyme
Please don't worry, I heard all of your voices loud and clear,
I will still be around, I will still remain here.
I could never consider leaving this website,
Because I've learned to be creative, it's my own right.
Don't worry, my voice will remain to resound,
My voice will simply echo in your hearts.
Like a Guardian Angel, I will watch over everyone,
Repaying my debt for all the kindness.
My voice will resound loud and clear,
So I refuse to leave, I will still remain here.
No matter how much I am torn apart,
This part of me will remain, my heart.
So even as I wave good-bye for now,
I will still come back somehow.
Don't worry, please carry along,
Please remain strong.
Thank you for being there,
So please don't worry,
I am still here.
My voice will remain to resound.
Categories:
resound, angel, heart, voice,
Form: Free verse
What we say in this Life
Means less than what we do
But … What we do in this Life
Defines both me … and you …
We journey roads less traveled
Or maybe traffic filled
But less or more is moot of point
If beauty’s left instilled
Within the hearts of others
Or of a thought compelled
Which roots-out ugliness
With hatred there expelled
An angel in your dream-room
Where loveliness abounds
Emits all your joyfulness … and
In my mind the sounds resound.
Categories:
resound, best friend, friendship, happiness,
Form: Rhyme