Tell the Moms it didn't happen
Tell the Dads it isn't so
Pretty little roses blooming
In the garden – row on row –
Pretty little blossoms folding
Petals falling to the floor
Falling into angels rising
Sprouting wings on which to soar
Smite the gunman at the trigger!
Seize the madman at the gun!
Little voices in the hallway
Little faces in the sun
Little feet upon the heavens
With the morning just begun –
Strike the harp, and hold the fiddle
Let the bells peal out the tune
Mournful as the lonely shepherd
'Ere the clock is noon
Mourning for his little flock
Going home too soon
– And when the news had broken
And gotten all abroad
The stoutest of the stoutest hearts
Could only weep aloud
For here the pact was broken
For here the seal was lost
For here the children were not spared
The devil's holocaust
And startled in his earthly robes
His heart gone sudden cold
Himself a witness to the siege
Even God arose
And with a savage grace
That moved without a sound
Turned the barrel on itself
And with the final round
Emptied out the chamber
And smote the demon down –
Categories:
stoutest, children, death, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
Mightier than fibs and sharp swords,
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale,
And glossed lips' deodorized words.
Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail,
And fain betray old veneered guards.
Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail,
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds.
Unbent still won truth's candid cards,
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale;
And justice bespectacled favored jail,
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.
Why not tell it to blank wingless birds:
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale,
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds?
~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.
Categories:
stoutest, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Didactic
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
Categories:
stoutest, dream, feelings, first love,
Form: Ode
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 6
Verses 4 and 5
Now herald monarch's late arrival nigh.
From east his royal standard shows design.
A lion bold displays from pennant high -
courageous beast, a brave and noble sign.
King's escort knights are seen a riding line,
protective shield defending great their Sire.
Soon castle makes a feast of meat and wine,
Duke Morley's servants whole will never tire.
To please his Sovereign great is Morley's main desire.
Buffoons and jugglers, tumblers, actors make
King Richard’s stay that night a pleasant time.
Then day's new light brings jousting games that take
the stoutest knights that need must be in prime.
On mule clown rides, the winning knight doth mime,
and archer's contest made concludes the day.
A lutist plays a sweet song's tune of rhyme.
Soon priest chants prayer, an eve's melodic lay.
Forsooth, another night king's knights and he will stay
Categories:
stoutest, england,
Form: Rhyme
There will come times
of unimaginable events
Times in one’s life
unforeseen and inexplicable
Times that will test
The mettle of the best
Times that will evoke grief so great
that the stoutest heart will shrivel
Times of bliss and happiness such
That one seems to float in air
Times of stress and dire duress
That seem to rend and tear
Times that try one’s heart
That seem to tear your world apart
There will come times
of blessings and perdition
Their name my friend
Is as it’s always been
...It’s name is ‘the human condition’...`
Categories:
stoutest, destiny, emotions, encouraging, life,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A Soul's Fight
The soul faces what the stoutest heart dares not to speak
dark spirits that make our knees wobble and voices squeak
Battering rams plunging in rhythm against castle's gate
shadow voices accusing and promising such a ghastly fate!
As the last rays of Sun's golden light creeps slowly away
the invisible servants of the Dark Lord rise up to play
With each darkening hour so very much stronger they grow
sharpening claws, teeth and screeching everywhere they go!
When the sound of the house clock striking at midnight
serves to cheer them on to ever greater songs of fright
Draw your courage blade and cut deeply into that horde
make them feel the pain and slash of truth's best sword!
Cut out the great fear they carry around to use to seed
the horrors and scary thoughts sent to make you plead
Loudly announce as you send thier defeated asses to hell
that it is courage and truth ringing freedom's liberty bell!
Robert J. Lindley 07-13-2014
Inspired by a haunting dream I had last night. Fast asleep my soul fought a
valiant fight! The battle's ending I may write soon ...... as part two...
A Soul's Fight the Battle Ends.....................
Categories:
stoutest, courage, dark, dream, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Again, death swirls its black finger
around the aura of pristine ponds.
Now sprouting the stoutest weeds...
where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe.
Where souls once rested so naturally.
Again, death swirls its black finger.
Leaving me slightly paler than a happy life.
I'm never quite as fleet as death,
(a party balloon popped by a dying cigarette...
the darkest swayback horse at best).
Categories:
stoutest, death, grandmother,
Form: Free verse
All dressed in purple like a king,
The man was spat at, flogged and mocked,
And forced to carry his own cross,
As witnessed by the crowds that flocked.
I listened to their hateful words,
And wondered what his crime had been,
I felt compassion for the man:
The stoutest victim I had seen.
I offered wine, which he refused -
But gratitude was on his face -
I muttered, ‘Sorry I’ll be quick,’
And sadly nailed him into place.
His cross was raised at nine o’clock.
He suffered much; his mother cried.
I prayed to my gods for the end.
At three o’clock the brave man died.
Categories:
stoutest, sad
Form: Rhyme
Within the weighty door, weary souls went;
as did I as a child of eight, to the silent sentience within…
Upon the stoutest oak they sat, worrying beads.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,”
The penitants, the prayerfull, the pitiful, rock.
The innocent observations of childhood.
Inward stares, upcaste eyes, open hearts, rock.
“Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb…”
Beside masterpieces of goldleaf raised plaster pain,
they walk, worrying, burnished beads;
mindful of His journey “…Jesus.”
Each has a path they walk, weighted weary souls.
Yet, they remember in their hearts
His path and it’s toll.
The child in me remembers this in wonder.
Besceeching Mother Mary
to lift their weight, their toll. The Child in me
knows Mary.
Categories:
stoutest, faithchild, child,
Form: Free verse
Bitter sweet is the song of love
a quivering leaf in the wind floating
twisting turning in blazing hues of red
spiralling down kissing the earth a promise sent
to the heart that loves.
As the violin bow against its strings enthralls
melting the stoutest heart stirring emotions buried deep
inside the nightingale sings its final song softly sweetly
into the heart that loves.
Cupid's bow straight and sure does not the heart impale
touching only the outer wall while love encompasses all
No splinters here of hate or envy no evil seed shall grow
only caring buds blossom here
deep in the heart that loves.
Categories:
stoutest, love, heart, song, heart,
Form: Free verse