When the mind stops, blank without thought,
It goes to a place of sanity sought.
For sanity is to chaos’ distain,
That place where silence and calm are gain.
It’s from this place of quiet and calm,
That peace can bring a healing balm.
As soothing as a soft cool breeze,
This time of peace will surely please.
It’s here when lavished in such pleasure,
One gets a grasp of life’s measure.
This may not be the only way,
But it is available most any day.
Here a new direction the mind will seek,
A way to live well and be unique.
Most wars are fought for nought
neither problems solved nor solutions sought
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands die, for what
~ that their partner-in-arms dig for them a plot
looter marauder
a freebooting buccaneer
plundering pirate
pish posh thievery
pillaging provoking
sought by females
Every revolution ever
Devised by the most clever
From the rot, they sever
And souls naive
Of anew, believe
Assuming it not too far gone
To rectify all that’s wrong
They must be ready to stand up, then
For combat in the villain’s den
And although it is not as mighty
The sword decides who holds the pen
Yet history provides a warning
And the idealist may end up mourning
For those without a Machiavellian trait
Are warriors destined for a tragic fate
As it seems that thoroughly good men
Will never be esteemed as great
Those who gain control may revise the theme
Drifting ever further from the dream
Men of puerile mind
To knives are blind
And that vision once so fabled
Destroyed by some, we many enabled
On reflection, it makes the morose sigh
When they hear that brave man’s cry
“We serve neither King nor Kaiser”
Acting as a battle galvaniser
Due to the fact that ‘ad finem’
There’s superficial change achieved since then
And all of us are none the wiser
R-eaders
O-pen
D-oors,
A-nd
S-eekers
E-nter
R-ight
A-way
T-o
O-bserve
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Roda G. Serato)
In my eyes, the sought truth reflects,
But my lips speak only lies, incessantly.
That's how I am, a soul that resists,
Every personality it meets along the way.
Sweet words like homemade pastries,
But my eyes and heart hide unknown treasures, unshared.
Once I had a delicate soul of pure gold,
But my innocence was shattered, and life became a burden.
You deserve love and care, I am convinced,
But not from me, for I cannot be your support.
Love is pure, a sacred and profound belief,
And I, unworthy, cannot answer it.
I do not offer you my fragile heart, afraid to harm,
Afraid to lose again, to drown in life's swirling storm.
It's better to keep the silence of these feelings,
Letting them flow like an underground river to the calm sea.
In this melancholic silence, I find my refuge,
Between hidden desires and fears that distance me from what I could be.
I remain an enigma, a paradox of existence,
For in the search for truth, I have lost the essence.
How shall it be that at His death
His breath
Sings a solemn anthem on repeat
So sweet,
As if He is not met with strife
In life.
The truth lies not in nailing knife,
He knows no desperation.
His death is our salvation;
His breath so sweet in life.
Guilt
Rides with separation
Peering into the past
Finding a story
Wrapped in shame..
Forgiveness seems
Distant with a doing
Of necessity
Blocking the way..
Separation's hold
Seems what is
Happening..which
May be the balm
Which is sought...
Hope Dawn's Welcoming Breath Honors Your Sought After Desires
May wonderful colors and beautiful dreams be your take
I pray rhyming rhapsody sings to your heart's deep content
Heaven's blessings with God's love be your dawn's every cake
Sweet happiness with loving family's your time well spent
Hope dawn's welcoming breath honors your sought after desires
Dear and true romance brings you joy's romantic burning fires.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 19th, 1972
Old Note: April 19th 1972
Poem is a dedication to all poets everywhere.
New Note: 9-25-2023
May God bless world's poets everywhere.
Have you sought Paradise
searched high and low
Traveled the world over
seen the laminar flow
Wondered as galaxies glow
danced a forever calypso
Infinite the options life bestows
~ stalk eternal the no-shows
When I was down in the dumps
I longed to be away from the din of the world
And a quiet place I sought
Nature has always been my refuge
Amid the clump of trees where the wind caresses the leaves
Where birds twitter and trill their songs
Like a hermit I sat, my eyes closed, my body lazing
My mind, open to the soft vibrations around
I took a deep breath inhaling the fragrance of flowers
And let the quietude envelop my being
Gliding through the layers of my consciousness
Dancing to the beats of my inner symphony
I let myself swim in the ocean of stillness
I felt the tranquil touch of an unseen presence
I heard a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Within me the wider Life emerged
And the lesser life finally submerged
I experienced true joy within
Peace filled, drowning all my tribulations
And I knew it was heaven sent!
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.19.2022
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weapons had been bought
sources of them must be sought
before someone is shot
we would cry and cry
wonder in America why
many had to die
our sadness did show
had been a horrible blow
will we ever know
all their lives they gave
had been buried in a grave
at them we will wave
For what he weakly fought
Others eagerly sought
And one hurriedly bought,
His dreams ending in naught:
Getting away, never caught
And to him grief brought…
Of course, he can’t go to court:
If he wished drown by a seaport:
The lesson to learn: “Hold your fort…
Just like wild animals – Dangerous
Delay is as murderous…
Victory neared but I had all but given up
Memory had slowly begun to abandon me,
Ivory towers no longer satisfied my needs
Trajectory found me kneeling on bended knee.
History had not been particularly kind to me
Contradictory rumors cast blots on my life,
Sophistry invaded my one sphere of influence
Inquiry uncovered even more lethal strife.
Valedictory seemed my only acceptable release
Predatory enemies jealously sought my fame,
Mystery surrounded my plethora of concerns
Maledictory insults eventually destroyed my name.
written January 31, 2022
She wanted her man to be solid and gold
Not the king, who is told to be decrepit and old
Nor valiant swordsman brass and bold.
But compassionate hero who is not oversold
The king had his eye on this bonny maiden fair.
She had gorgeous hazel eyes and thick auburn hair.
She was careful not to catch his gaze, while in his lair.
She was after a man who knew how to love and care.
Just a man, mere and mortal, fair of face.
She knew of a terrific seeking place.
She told not her parents, for they might feel a disgrace
As this mystic sought her knight through portal of outer space
Her father distracted the royal eyes as she slipped out.
The guards did not see her ooze by, so there was no shout.
She ran to the portal, and asked for the best warrior they had.
They brought out a well-built soldier, a handsome lad.
She was magical enough to speak the language of gods.
He gave her clear go-ahead signals, and many approving nods.
They went away in the space ship, and had a marvelous life.
She made her hero a fantastically magical wife.
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