When I glide into past, your imprints, I can find
You enjoy my high-fliers as if they are yours
Unwearied marathon with you for many years
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
Your muses add hues to my thoughts and go aligned
Keep going with the feel of your aura around
No fear of nightmare instances which pull me down
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
You chalk out my concerns and set them well designed
None knows the top secret that you are my first judge
You taught me how and why people crop up a grudge
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
Can’t imagine my journey without you, my heart!
Solicit your stay on my mind till I depart
Categories:
unwearied, best friend, sweet love,
Form: Sonnet
In this boat that we dwell,
It can be a walk through hell,
Yesterday haunting today,
Today pervaded by sombre rays,
Tomorrow being spun by the unseen.
The world is a rocking boat,
Sometimes the night shields its coat,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
We sojourn on a lane that leads to the untold,
Hope is the hand that guides us when we're lost in the fold.
Time is a precious commodity,
Nothing on the world’s threshing floor can be compared to it,
It’s an unfettered train,
Advancing in its course in the sun and the rain,
Time is an unwearied athlete.
Never forget to express gratitude,
It’s a ladder to higher grounds,
It’s a door to blooming meadows,
It barricades trailing shadows,
It advocates for us in moments of ineptitude.
Life is a masked stranger,
Today is insufficient for tomorrow,
There's always something to learn and borrow,
Life is a book,
No one has seen its end.
September 8, 2023.
Categories:
unwearied, children, inspirational, parents,
Form: Rhyme
Her work tools,
My antique,
They remind me of her dedication,
They stayed with her till her migration.
Her hands were unwearied by gloom,
They strived until there was bloom.
She was untiring in her quest,
Dawn awakened her zest,
In her chamber, there was a field,
In it also flowed a stream that healed,
This was the secret of her wellness,
This aided her wholeness.
As I walk through the meadow,
Her kind words echo,
Oh, how time slows a vessel,
Oh, how it brings an end to every wrestle.
March 26, 2023.
Categories:
unwearied, loss, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Swoon now, enraptured Melancholy,
Betroth these heavy hours-
Wield thy sceptred dulcetude
O'er my soul's mist-sighing bowers!
For there yet weep unwearied ghosts,
And hungring hopes of weighted dream,
Of the unsolaced heart long shorn of dawn
That no yearning can e'er redeem...
Categories:
unwearied, sad,
Form: Rhyme
From the fire so pure, The dark void appear. Iron chain in the deep to gather strength. built day and night will howling
prophets links. Fires and wind condensing orb. Bright sparks unwearied glorious flames. Yes the deep again infinite wombs,
Their circle casting deep fled the sun with you size glowing with its own illusion. I fled away to its glowing bad. But his heart
a four river go fire forms the illusion. Death dance in ancient time Yahweh Mountain pastures sun. Countenance divine clouds hills
build the mills. Burning desires unfolded the fire. Fight sleep in my hand. Would be Yahweh. Now death sing, There is a void
outside the earth the sleeping dead awful cave.
Ancient writing grave in fire fierce desire. Voices I bear shall be in harmony.
The living knows their souls grow cold. In the awaking night their pillar of gold, Pillar stood still the fields with their brides.
Meadows green Yehweh child has seen Satan synagogue. Mighty ruins victory won that fatal true knife. The offering of
human life. The mountain shakes from tyres brook. Pomp of wars flames of fire for death and woes. for on the sands of death
Categories:
unwearied, dance, death,
Form: Free verse
Even upon that I cannot guest,
this world that is free and fair,
the latitude here is 45s, of course the other test,
did the law permit me to bear?,
the strikes of all hear say now,
imagine if I dreamt a nightmare,
that last September a horizon is vow.
Seems now what appears a twist,
how can it be that there is a smoke without fire?,
how can it be that criticism is just first?,
ay!, things of the earth of sere,
ay!, turn now and then and there and here,
ay! gnome so, ay! acne, ay! life of wilt,
the sky did contained stars, unwearied there.
Nigerians are happy to once more strive,
yore,now and morrow, of course, did we serve our own?,
did we tell that sunshine is love?,
alas!, when we can no more check,
these, who loss through almost due,
is it ourselves?.
Categories:
unwearied, adventure,
Form: Ode
The Poet's Words
The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night
Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead
Stole from the past, and stood about his bed;
He sought no words; they came; he did but write.
When day was round him too, some vision bright
Or spark of glowing truth would glide between
The busy voices in a bustling scene,
Turning his heavy heart unto the light.
Whence came they? Were they gifts of long ago,
Like pansies growing on a pilgrim way?
Or but dim echoes of a vaster day
Whose harmony the happy dead may know?
That song eternal, that unwearied chime
Of seas that break around Isles of Time?
Sonnet (Classicism)
R. J. Lindley, written decades ago,
edited and presented today- 11-27-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 118
Categories:
unwearied, appreciation, art, creation, humanity,
Form: Sonnet
Memories of the silent
a dress unwearied
in a girls shoulders
drink her youth of the floor...
And a broken window
laughing
on her eyes...
Vali Tsironi
Categories:
unwearied, age, art, desire,
Form: Free verse
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
Categories:
unwearied, angst,
Form: Blank verse
Doing things by the book
Mom awaits a secret garden
Cleansed through application
Years of service completed
Thoroughly laid down, she dreams
Of lofty French cathedrals
Her maiden name retained
Dad reclaims his potency
Unwearied by the years
Gladly rides his motorcycle
Beyond the frontiers
With his sons by his side
His independence fulfilled
Categories:
unwearied, adventure, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse
Bless me Lord and give me strength
To track the terrible hound of mind
Over moor and marshland brack and wood
Through rain and storm and mountain wind
Relentlessly bid me my Lord
Relentlessly make me pursue
Unflickering eye unwearied hand
Unfaltering foot unloosened bow
Make the arrow flying straight
Firm of purpose strong of will
Shaped by Your own iron Grace
Chafed by passion pure to kill
Sear through all the smoldering pits
And caverns deep of futures past
Blind the beast in his dreadful den
Of deceit and pierce his heart
Categories:
unwearied, inspirationalme, me,
Form: Rhyme
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
Categories:
unwearied, angst
Form: Lyric
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
Categories:
unwearied, angst
Form: Lyric
How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year
As nature speaks in tongues unclear to hear
Infected with no memory of time
My memory the victim or the crime
Moreso, methinks my real estate is haunted
Seemingly not a rodent coy and stranded
Can raise a dish and break it when confronted
Oh Lord, I cry to thee as if abandoned
Weak of fatigue, or fear and heavy handed
Be it wizardry woeful through conception
Or be thine eyes figments of false perception
Cabinets close and open quite sporadic
And tablecloths remove themselves completely
Unwearied are the footsteps in the attic
If thou art dither, dost dither discreetly
Thine wish would be for thou to dry concretely
If death adores the soul to be at peace
Why hast thou abandoned thy coffin's lease?
Whispers attract my force untoward a prism
And memories forgotten fast awaken
Now voices blare a tune of exorcism
Myself the ghost, causing thy to be shaken
Oh Lord, I cry to thee a soul forsaken
Forgive me for my soul, non-fiction juror
As I'm the ghastly figure in the mirror
Categories:
unwearied, confusion, death, mystery, memory,
Form: Rhyme Royal