The gift of friendship
A most precious gift of all
True friends are always there for you
Come running when you call
Whatever the time
Be it day
Be it night
Whatever the wherewithal
You may not see them for a while
But when you talk upon the phone
It feels like only yesterday
As if no time has passed at all
A friend you trust with everything
They share your highs and lows
Such special souls sweet angels on earth
Priceless gems their friendship’s worth
In life we meet just one or two
They feel the same ‘bout me and you
Our love and care goes back and forth
Our hearts and souls a magic force
Friendship has no boundaries at all
They sense your pain before you call
Wrapping your soul with love and warmth
Like the softest luxurious cashmere shawl
Written 9th August 2020
Contest Strand Completely New (20)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me
Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
her sexy charms had invigorated.
I fallen warrior from love's battlefield
just barely alive, refusing to yield,
felt red sun bring on saddest doom and gloom
as echoes sang, come now enter this tomb.
Once her love, gave me strength to death resist
as in love's deep ardor I did enlist.
Am I now able to leave bloody soil
rejoin former life with its boring toil,
or hold dear her touch from dreams that renew
to remember her true words, "I love you".
Her softest kiss, gentle warmth it sent me
love, desire to never from it be free.
Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
her sexy charms had invigorated.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2019
Rhyme, ( What Life And Young Love Both Recall )
It’s the softest kiss…
My hand on her a**
Withheld she opens
Where will this night end?
After all I just live up the bend
Beg Again Morn's Softest Release
Crashing words, haunt my woeful head
raining down, in splattering display.
I beg for, morn's sweet silence instead
but find tattered echoes this day.
Flooding thoughts, soak my heart and soul
purple colors racing in my veins.
I fear worse, emptiness its great toll
dead silence and its deeper pains.
Beg, again morn's softest release
whispers delivered in rhythmic hues.
I rise, cooking our fresh eggs in grease
ponder deeply my other dues.
Morn's favor, dawn's first new light each day
Rise with me, our love is here to stay.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017
Sonnet, (LIN 8,9,9,8)
(Crashing words, flooding thoughts, beg morn's favor)
You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue
I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue
Precious are those days we once danced
Living for each moment each hour we romanced
Thy kiss, nectar that my dreams now gift
Now I often pray my passing be swift
For my love burns hotter each lonesome day
In thy glowing love embers, I seek to play
I await sweetest moment of our first reunion kiss
That smile and thy touch I now so miss
Darling, my love, please pray my departure soon
I long for thee again this sad month of June
Our Love's fire yet burns, I allow no cold ashes
Nor destroying storms that true Love crashes
I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2017
Dawn's, Softest Breaking Hours
Dusty, worn road where tall trees are made,
further ahead, within emerald forest crown,
Nature in its great wisdom creates a palisade
and softer beauty that rivals earth's starry gown!
Shaded woods, my soul would dare to reach,
beneath a rocky mountain reaching blue skies,
If only this majestic scene could forever teach
that Nature's truths conquers mankind's deep lies!
What of this mass of earth, plants and stone,
teeming with life on such an grand, epic scale,
Dare we marvel, we of lust, flesh and white bone
in our castles so dark, where often our sanity fails!
Shall we find that which our ancestors lost,
gems of wisdom, mounted in reality's towers,
Nature parades its majestic beauties the most
during each golden dawn's, softest breaking hours!
R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1979
Note: This old poem I wrote at age 25, right at
a point a few rays of light had been cast upon
my empty plate. With still a long and weary road
to travel, this truth kept me on a narrower path- at
least for a time..
From my private journal, a poem I once swore would
only be read by others after my death!
Follow the footsteps in the snow.
Down that path: Dare you go?
Sprint around the twists and turns;
Find the cove that sunlight spurns.
There you'll find your love alone.
"Why?" Are the words she shall moan.
Then Death will lift her from the ground:
Dying words are the softest sound.
Among all the ordinary ladies on that dance floor:
you resembled the softest rose in full bloom with glowing charm...
you ignored every tall, handsome guy who winked: you chose me!
The softest whisper crept,
Along the creases of his lips,
The softest words so tender,
Those of love and bliss.
Careful woven scripture,
Not intended to impress,
So delicate and slender,
As a swan's feathered dress.
No words crossed their way,
Between his mind and mine,
But that moment was such magic,
A story so divine.
I'm sure my heart's now taken,
Down into his abyss,
Where warm love shall lead me,
Into love I will not miss.
The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think
Behind the ears
in the mouth
or lips of petal pink
inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…
it’s not her face
or curve against the spine
her finger tips
bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast
just a test
to know you really tried
a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between the toes
a game to play
who finds the way?
who can really know?
The softest part of a woman though
is nowhere you can touch
with fingertips
or open lips
it’s nothing of the such
Emotion…
you might say above
is everything she lives
but not just love
and then it is
her willingness to give