.
thus did she
and mine
not
seed
some witches swore allegiance to plant induced electronics
Wilma Higgenbottoms swore by produce hydroponics
Her tomatoes rivaled the size of a giant’s enormous toe
Her pumpkins were larger than the neighbor’s lawn to mow
When Halloween came around she could barely be found
We looked all over the town, over, through, up and in ground
She was celebrating her garden bounty, trick-or-treating on the loose
Her confidence was hale and hearty, she was named the Garden Goose.
I have grown tired of violence over love.
I threw my cautions aside when I felt this for you,
and I swore I would not be a punished woman.
You will not be the exception to this any longer.
I cannot believe I thought I could find love in this pain,
as if I deserved to sift through your eagerness to anger to find what love you could spare for me.
I do not know when I will actualize the reality of where my heart is now,
but I cannot pretend anymore that you did not break me.
I do not know when you first said you did not love me,
I don't know why I let you take it back.
But I do not love you, because I cannot love you.
Not when you don't love me.
Heart Swore An Oath, Never, Never Again
When the joy overcame the epic pain
Heart swore an oath - never, never again
Letting life and love's great loss break this heart
Torn asunder, lost and ripped apart
Where love only exists as in a dream
A tragedy, drinking from a dry stream.
To see her eyes that inspired our lives
She with heart's true beauty that yet survives
Hear her sweet voice say, "good morning my dear "
Wake to morning sun's golden rays of cheer
Alas! Such paradise has now been lost
To regain it, I would pay any costs!
When the joy overcame the epic pain
Heart swore an oath - never, never again.
R.J. Lindley, Sept. 3rd, 1978
Sonnet
***
(Haiku Trilogy, Thoughts and Views)
composing pre-dawn hours
(1.)
Life, Contrasting Views
doe and fawn grazing
radiant sun beaming down
night cries, city born
Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,
(2.)
The Camp And The Hope
fire,dying embers
tent and gear snow covered
dawn and hope rising
Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,
(3.)
Remembered Times
home and winter's hearth
chilling winds whispering deep
white sands, vacation
Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,
(Written for Jim Eslinger )
DEVOTION POEM 5, “Unspoken” ***** (for Jim Eslinger)
Young and new to each other,
There was always too much to say.
Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice
What so many friends remarked on when seeing
Those older couples staring at their water goblets
Or their fingers and never conversing —
What seemed
Not a breath spent one to the other...
Thus, we swore, we’d never ever be like that.
Until now, we are as the telepathy of time
Often does story — full with unspoken exchanges
And kindnesses, like when I want more coffee
And Jim has signaled a waiter before I signaled him,
Or there are things regarding our surroundings:
The commotion and din; or notes about raindrops;
And the phases of the moon; points of quality;
Jabs of conflict; moments of pain; and expressions
Of known love between us. Thus so,
Our lives joined
Evermore outside of dictionaries and essays,
Even overtopping poems...
We speak in being:
Together.
********. ********. ********
(c) sally Young eslinger 2020
Thanks be to God
Lately, when I look in a mirror
I see what I swore I'd never see.
For there's the image of my father
shamelessly staring right back at me.
I see the fat belly, I hated
hanging profusely over my belt.
And those droopy bags under his eyes:
now sag under mine, as the years melt.
I see the scars, time etched on his face,
in every wart and worry wrinkle.
And I see his empty, hollow eyes,
that, over time, had lost their twinkle.
I see his gaunt face and balding head,
where old age pulled out most of his hair.
And with his crinkled cheeks and false teeth:
I swear it's him, not me, standing there.
Yet I've grown fond of my timeworn look,
I know how every blemish was earned.
And noting, I look like my father:
is the most humbling lesson I've learned.
There once was a lass named Hortense
When she spoke she didn't make sense
An interpreter was needed
But the interpreter cheated
Swore like a trooper, made the air blue and intense
© Jack Ellison 2015
Thought I saw you when I was working the window
Turned out to be a dream, what do you know?
Some times I think back to those times and then I laugh
Imagining how life would be if I took another path
I realize that I've spent the last month wondering
Wondering how you have been
Seems after our war you left without a trace
Ever since then I think I'll see your face
Hiding within a crowd but I know you are long gone
I had accepted it, even though the lines were drawn
Somewhere within my head, I just can't stop wondering
Wondering how you have been
Suicide, unify
Seems like forever ago
Suicide, unify
Seems like an eternity ago
My memories are mysteries
As to why I still miss you
When you died, I'd confide
Unto your grave, I still miss you
And in the years to come
I'll still be holding on
To the promise I swore to keep
Not to join you early in eternal sleep
i think we all swore,
way back an before,
it was time to get us some manners,
the 4 letter words don't bother the birds,
just upsets the sad social planners...Don
re: Sara Kendrick
"Young Man and the Older Man"
He
Didn't swear
On "Bible"...
But "Moby Dick"
No!
From the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes"
06.08.2009
"The heart that swore fidelity"
After I'm gone
You may not cry for me
You'll find the truth
Engraved upon my door:
"Here lived a heart
That swore fidelity
Through peaceful days
And through the nights of war"
Go on and feed
Your youthfull soul with pride,
With awe you wake
In all those lost and cold
After I'm gone
You'll come back just to find
This secret pledge
Written upon my door.
Though years have passed,
Though I have known them all -
Pale breasted loves
Aiming to steal your light
I let you sail,
And if such is your choice -
Than silent waiting
Becomes the choice of mine.
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