Farmer Wade is going around, and raising morale, is what i've found, with the
Billboard battalion; strong on the ground.'
All Aussie warriors, may-be you know? How they Astound '
Some of 'our heros' who want to go.'
And they will do it right, will not be baited.)
I let all know.! And stand in solidarity, I guess its fated.?
A land of hero's each one i treasure.'
Thats not debated, Standing to count, the traitors and foe's
Agressors.' All blessings, i bless you' in unity; to victory go! into brigades form may your numbers
Rise..' I salute you all you men and women
Keep tight keep active, and plan for a winning. And no surprise.!
And here I am,
jeans rolled up to the knees,
barefoot, wading the shallows
with arguments tugging
at my feet, pulling me out
as if answers were waiting
beyond where the water
lifts into breaking waves,
the calm on the end
of a rip.
The incessant call
washes unrest across
my feet and seeps into where
it tunes itself to the notes
of a longing. Plucked by waves,
the plaintive sound amplifies
inside every cell.
There are times when
the sadness becomes almost
too much.
Then the sun bursts gold
and fans out its rays
into the evening sky
and everything I see,
hear and sense become
voices and shiny instruments
and I realize my lowly feet
are ankle deep in the playing
of an eternal song
even though, for me,
it's but an evening long.
I sometimes feel like I want to die.
Some days I wonder why I even try.
So many times I feel so alone.
Can't seem to even figure out when I'm using a tone.
Torn between needing to cry and needing to scream...
What happened to what once felt like the kinda love that some only dream?
I hear you sing and watch you breathe while you sleep...
We used to connect at levels so deep.
Yes, we have always had subjects in which we disagree..
But it still felt like the world was just for you and me.
My heart now seems so often to be aching..
Crying in the shower until I'm shaking...
I keep Trying to be everything you could possibly want...
But Now the words you say and the love you give to someone else only seem to constantly taunt....
with AP and F on my mind
Tired of the mind stuff.
It's hard to be free
of all those words
that drag behind like a long chain,
clinking in the silence.
Each weighted step leaves evidence,
deep prints beyond the reach
of waves and tide. They stay,
fossilized in stone, stretched back
across time, hanging on
to the heel and added to
by every taken step.
Think of wading out to the line
of breakers, feeling water
burrow into the eardrum,
offering oceans and fathomless
depths where only the light
from exotic creatures punctuate
the dark with their luminescence
pulsing along tentacles or dangled
in front of ferocious mouths.
These are the guardians
of forgetfulness, custodians
of dreamless sleep in which
even words dissolve
and wait in a nowhere
to become something
or nothing at all.
Last year I got into trouble;
It was certain my digits would double!
"Eighty-seventh time!"
Meant stop, that's the line!
Now my clear upper limit's a puddle!
Not sure where we stand
We must agree on a plan
Mistakes were made
Did your feelings fade
Not sure
So I wade
Heading towards a cascade
Will this be our end from that day
Or will we find another way
Maybe strengthen our bond from that day
Or will we stray our own way
Easier to walk away with defeat
Just doesn’t sound so neat
Our fate is at your feet
For what you pick
We will eat
Together or alone in this seat
Always loving you
Even if you choose defeat
Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams
Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.
Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.
Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.
Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
see my new blog on this amazing poet...
nine years ago today my sweet sister Karen took her last breath under a Colorado Pine - feels like yesterday...
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every New Year’s Eve i write of you,
for your death has given much debris-
nine years of wading in your reverie,
resolutions of trying to break through
all the tides cascading in a rippled sea...
o, a rippled sea of you and me
worry not sweetheart, you are forgiven,
for you knew not how you were adored-
now you sleep with angels and the Lord,
in heavenly divination you live in;
all the dreams spread in heavenly accord...
o, heavenly accord is your greatest reward
for what can i do to erase the pain?
for i wake and sleep and think of thee,
remembering you craving to break free,
on my heart lies a silk crimson stain
for our tides cascade with love in a rippled sea...
o, a rippled sea of my sister and me
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12.31.19
-luloo
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
riding gravel roads, windows down
finding a favorite shady spot
afternoon picnic, wading in the creek
Saturday Surprise from my childhood
let's go out to eat, fifties style.
August 27, 2019
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I am watering my flowers and some bushes.
I have a plethora of vegetation here.
Next I shall fill up the wading pool with fresh water.
Not because there are any children here,
but because my husband once saw a thirsty fox on a hot day
trying to drink out of an empty wading pool.
Summer, you are so warm and full of fun
no secret children love to wade, swim, play
in the cool pond when winter they had none.
Days brief the sunshine hurry upon their way.
5/15/2019
A Dream Worth Living
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
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So moving on
I wade through
The poetry
Waiting for
What I will see
When I get back out
Before I leave from this world
A vision of you I yearn to see
Intrepidly my heart leads on
I possess the door but not the key
A swan on this lake of love
Loneliness, finally, has reared its head
Cold is the lake I am drifting on
I search the shallows for warmth instead
No comfort to be found for my aching heart
The shallows may be clear to see your way
But I desire the depths to dive down in
To turn this night into day
Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights
Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights.
Seeking love and joy greater than a golden fleece
rapture, tender arms of my lover winter nights.
R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
June 24th, 1972
Note: Written many, many centuries ago it now seems..
Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze.
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