With a spurn of yellow and a shout -
A lone Mexican poppy
Aside the mountain path
Caught my meandering eye.
How diminutive was its stem
And so few were its petals -
Nevertheless - smart with poison -
As it stood there - tranquil.
For one who’s loud in color -
I warned the little poppy -
It’s not good to be popular
For you can be plucked easily.
Love
blossoms
firm buds burst
branches bedecked
with resplendent green leaves herald love's joy
spring turns to summer as love grows and glows
leaf turns yellow
love fades fawns
reddens
falls
At the polls you can vote G.O.P.
To suppress all the poor folks you see
But after you die
You'll find you can't fly
Through the eye of a needle like me!
No chances to rue if wisdom prevailed
When bad blood to your head went
Alongside public approbation that hailed
The demise of goodwill lent and meant.
No early exit six feet under
Had horse sense hovered
Nearby to ensure blunders didn’t plunder
Golden opportunities that had your best bet covered.
No tears to shed, no fears spread
When at the right time wrong button you pressed
To play to the gallery as you sprayed rays of expiration on your bed
In a mood that left both of us depressed, oppressed and suppressed.
No rewarding return to learn, no honour to earn
Amid somber sorrow sown and grown in a row
Elongated and extended within an oblong urn
Cos two tendrils turned down a chance to grow.
For Thy Naked Beauty I Shall Now Spurn
For thy naked beauty I shall now spurn
with faith in walking a most righteous road.
Look up, mountains ahead, bridges to burn
thy desires were much too heavy a load.
Pangs of regret, still invade longing heart
crashing all thy dream castles from the air.
Intensity of thy lusts forced us part
each day I battle deepest, dark despair.
For thy naked beauty I may still want
thou may now hear that sad truth with a smile.
In midnight dreams thy naked body taunts
with sexual lusts to my soul beguile.
Thy power screams beyond thy shallow grave
to remind, sworn oath I foolishly gave.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-24-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 106
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