Inspired by Issa Kabayski haiku poem "a bath when you`re born"
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warm hands hold new-born
first breath greets the humid air
water cleans the skin
last gasp turns to mist
cold water soothes the tired bones
heavy hearts find rest
in lifetime no heed
when deceased why wash the skin
can it cleanse the soul
To God I thank you for the creation of nature,
so soothing to the soul
As I ran along a waterway observed two freshwater turtles
To God, once again I thank for the creation of nature
it always makes me feel whole
What Music Is That Which Soothes Eager Soul
What music is that cheers the eager heart
Whereas I can find none on any star chart
Nor shadow of which behind resting sun
Waits night and its roaring of battle guns
And prayers uttered by dying men
Pales chasm between sainthood and ones sin
Hold the thought, that human life is much more
Than wasting years and a beggar's last score.
What music is that which soothes eager soul
Where sinners in hellish fires must pay toll
Whilst in anguish they beg for treasures lost
Thereby forgetting sinners greatest costs.
What music can a sainthood ever bring.
Or wife be without lover's wedding ring.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 24th 1978
Love of nature give me daily grace to face
What’s happening during pandemic disgrace.
I sit in the sun which is worlds of fun
The cardinals in the oaks clearly on the run
Not afraid of bugs I give my trees some hugs
Sunshine keeps me happier than any drugs
Cardinals chase each other giving me delight
I watch soaring eagle until he’s out of sight
Can hear chatty rooster over the back hill
Cannot ruffle solitude or robin’s trill.
At bare edge of other’s most terrible loss
Spirit of nature keeps me out of chaos.
Written April 23, 2020
Contest: Grace and Solitude
Sponsor: John Hamilton
D-awn's
A-pparent
I-mage
S-oothes
Y-o ur
L-ife
Y-ou
N-eed
S-howing
E-ffulgent
N-ewness
O-bliterates
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Daisylyn A. Senon (November 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Music soothes the savage poet in me; it naturally inspires.
It soothes my rogue artist, so truths I can impart.
Every day my musical journey, tours corridors of mind.
M-orning ray soothes your soul,
A-s it shines in the blue lane;
R-ising beacon will take
Y-ou out of the pouring rain.
A-n early morn soothes your soul,
N-ever will it make you sad;
N-ovember seventeenth day will truly make you glad.
P-ure delight caused by ray
E-liminates the sorrow;
R-apture and million mirth
A-re brought by the glow.
L-et the light warm your heart
T-o make your life delightful;
A-nother gleam bathes your mind, morning ray soothes your soul.
R-ight after the dark night
O-n the last day of January;
D-awn breaks on earth,
R-eleasing the light so shiny.
I-n spite of the rain yesterday
G-ood morning sun rises;
O-ver the mountain high, the sky is clear in brightness.
A-ll of the sudden
B-oth my pen and pad conspire;
R-ecords of timely thoughts turn
I-nto some lines that inspire.
G-reetings of my simple poem may make you truly joyful;
O-rdinary ode of mine may soothe your mind, heart, and soul.
A voice that soothes
With sympathy and compassion
Words that encourage
To guide the youth in the right direction
She is always there
A heart that is filled with gratitude
Never letting her kids fall off track
Always showing them the winning attitude
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
God's Poetry Soothes Best
God this universe He did weave,
long before ever an Adam and Eve.
Words he spoke created the all,
so long before man's great fall.
Those words hidden from our view
yet our poetry gifts a great clue.
In poetry's heart our souls rest,
we gift in it our love the best.
Our words strive to match God
seeking such a wonderful nod.
Spiritual bliss to one and all,
serenity if man will only call.
Who can resist words of love,
prayer and pleas to God above.
Thought that he spoke same,
honored man with love and name.
Universe we have to explore,
we poets must seek that door.
The one that sings poetic praise
heart contented , soul to raise.
Never can we forget our place,
poets lead into this epic race.
Words sent to reach out to him,
lights so bright and never dim.
Poetry that way trying to reach,
giving love as we seek to teach.
Man seeks to give God a reply,
God loves all , we wonder why?
Robert J. Lindley 3- 08-2016
As my temper rises
And I become angry
I turn to the sound of music
As I become stressed
And my heart begins to race
I turn to the sound of Music
As the Moon comes out
And my soul fills with doubt
I turn to the sound of music
The beast within me
Will never be put to rest
But it can be appeased
Cause music soothes the savage beast
A Breeze That Soothes
Have you ever sat in shade of tree on hot, hot day?
thinking only of easy street and islands far away
Suddenly in midst of this pleasure Nature sends a treasure
a breeze so cool that it sets your soul to measure
Then several nice soft clouds floated right into view
giving the breeze a lift with even more shade to you
Such moments are so special and often so very rare
like a journey with a jackpot just waiting there!
One I remember that lazy day I found her looking for me
dancing my way with eager eyes that promised to please
O' that sexy body and those sweet, sweet sexy moves
"Her", a breeze that gives such love, love that so soothes!
Gifting of a gentle , sweet and newborn spiritual soul
rescuing me , angel melting our hearts into a loving whole!
Robert L. 05-27-2014
full moon basks in light
reflecting the sun’s bright rays…
illumination
void of emotion
the cratered face seems to stir…
light lost as sun moves
amber crescent hangs
tip it an sip its Chablis…
warm gold nectar soothes
*Entry for Joe Maverick’s haiku contest
From weariness of toil, what a joy I feel
Having heard of a voice with such a magical spell
So melodious and dulcet like a tinkling bell
Surely it does not sound an ominous knell.
To me her voice is pristine and pure
Every word I wait, for it means so sure
Bereft not nor devoid of beauty, it lures
Transcending my soul to a misty lair of grandeur.
How I wish to be bound in your warm embrace
All my woes and worries vanish without a trace
Your voice can make me come or tarry as I choose
Just tell me the words your heart lets loose
Nothing will I ask for but an ineffable joy
With you my soul entangles even the most wicked ploy.
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