What Hath Wrought
I Love How We're
Left With Our Thoughts
To Think How We
Want.
ThanXXX!
-Gray Squirrel
05-23-2025
Wrought by the hands of Aphrodite this tale begun.
With sunset glaze and infinite rythem.
Had Apollo composed this melody?
For this has been my only remedy.
This longing can't be quenched now,
Not until I've found love.
So I wait here under this tree,
Waiting for someone to set my heart free.
Days and months and years have passed by,
All that's left is a desolate cry.
For this tale is at the hands of The Fates,
And they weave nothing but rebates.
If you aim to be a blacksmith, boy,
You’ll need fittings built to last.
So, know that if the anvil rings,
It’s been forged instead of cast.
You’ll need to stand the heat regardless
How the bellows feeds the draft,
And hammer down apprenticeship
While mastering your craft.
You’ll need to tend to all specifics
As to tolerance and measure.
And fashion every masterpiece
As a temporary treasure.
A puddler turns out iron by the ton.
A blacksmith makes the tools that get things done.
He is a talent in rot;
From what his assessors got:
A magic no more wrought
For weeks his trainers wrath …
Then, again came his slot
And he tried his hard lot
But ended it in Naught;
Reproaches for A-Who-Could-Not …
Only better than a plain dot,
No more able to hold his fort
And thus a stuff to cease adding in a pot
So that no chef screams A Dietician’s “What!”
Indeed, A Shaming Rot!
Words Wrought Within Dark Depths Of Deepest Grief
The bitterness of a malady sent
Epic heartache of a soul torn and rent
When morn's rays disappear and all joy hides
Sea stands still, moon refuses to bring tides
Light tis invisible all is cold dark
Flowers have no petals, trees have no bark
Silence dances forth rears its ugly head
Lonely tosses its hat in our night-bed.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
When depths, sorrows of heart stir to invade
Life becomes just a pale, shallow parade
Romance has vanished into the mist
Aching pains into ones' mind spring to twist
All sings loud in a breaking soulful tune
Night brings only heart shattering black moon.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-23- 2022
Rhyme
God’s transforming might shows His faithfulness
Shining gloriously with His righteousness…
…Ready to create in me a clean heart
That obeys Him with joy-filled willingness.
God’s empowering love reveals His grace
Enclosing my soul in His care’s embrace…
…Enabling me to serve midst my frailty
Honoring Him devoid of self-pride’s trace.
Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
April 27, 2019
My God-wrought success is braced by His compassion*…
Indeed His goodness exercised by His loving might
Constantly transforming me, molded with His patient instruction
As I show His kindness and share His redemption’s light.
My God-upheld victory hails His majesty…
Indeed His glory brightened by His omnipotence
Constantly blessing me in my submission to His authority
As I trust His guidance and acknowledge His security’s insistence.
*Psalm 111:4 He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.
April 18, 2019
God
Hoists me
Imparting
Joy’s faith to serve
King.
Love
Moves my
Nurtured soul
Offered with bliss-
Peace*!
*John 20:21 Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you…
March 28, 2019
Lanterne with ABC form
1st place, "Light Up The Page 4" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 4/27/2019.
So miserable in my wretchedness
I was reached out by God with His mercy
When He offered His precious love’s graciousness
Paid by His blood of divine clemency.
For me to possess life everlasting
Christ sacrificed Himself, tasting death’s gloom
He ransomed my soul; real freedom, granting
Against condemnation-pangs of hell’s doom.
The Lord sought me thru His forgiveness-might
Unshackling my heart from guilt-angst fetters
By His Word that prevails with His truth’s light
He secures my spirit midst sin-twisters.
Such is indeed beautiful mystery
Wrought by God for my faith-blessed victory!*
*1John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.
August 18, 2018
5th place, "What Your Poem Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 10/9/2018.
Gray skies partially blanketed
with charcoal clouds, framed by
a red rising sun casting light
and magenta up high
The owl hoots instuctions to each
orchestra player near
Roosters trumpet a merry tune
while Mockingbirds sing cheer
Slowly the sun stamps its red mark
upon all trees' shadows
A stillness exaggerates sounds
Gobbles fly like arrows
With each color change in the sky
Awe wraps around each thought
Great is God's blessings of sight
Remember "What has God wrought"?
A famous inventor asked that question after he invented something and I am thinking either the telephone, telegraph or lightbulb..Anyone remember???
I am but insanity…kindled fair
A madness, a sadness
A soul stripped bare
A forlorn sod, forsaken by God
As absent of substance
As dreams wrought of air
I have from emptiness come
Of darkness begotten
Scion of a sire, dark and dire…
I am but the essence forgotten
The unwanted presence
The sharp sear to the skin
From the fire
I am but Heaven and Hell
In an unholy mix
Most unsightly enlightenment
Of such unlikely pair
I am magic made tragic
By soul fooling tricks
I am but insanity
…kindled fair…
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My grief was brief ; he was a heartless fake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
He flew in on a steed, a soul cocksure,
A vision that I even now can’t shake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
No humble cavalier, but saboteur,
He bore a two-edged blade and was a rake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
A grin, black eyes that burned me through - his lure.
And when he spoke, I felt my body quake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My sense of what was right, though grown obscure,
I managed to maintain and not forsake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Could passion that he breathed have been my cure?
Unlikely. . . but I reveled in the ache.
My love for him I’d finally abjure,
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Increase the supply
Of money and see,
When you go to buy,
How high costs will be.
What have I wrought
When I bought
That universal translator?
Now alien races contact me
I'm scared of what might
come later...
Abduction for me?
I'm afraid to see
Any more than I do now...
So back to Radio Shack,
The translator I'll repack,
And ask for my money back
I got more than I bargained for
When their code I did crack,
Cause now I know,
It just goes to show...
I know they'll soon attack!
The stress and strain of the pulling motion
Pries the appealing eyes of twisted souls
Lost in a night;s occurance
Love once felt the hands of this distrought man
But broken dreams matched with anguish tell stories
Of a life once lived in blood
The edge marked the end of lies and deceit
And the bodies still lay faceless under feet
And the streets painted in blood
Now will, can you listen to me?
My whim must be met as I melt in the eyes
Death must grace her presence as she made him mine
The seat selected she sits in now
As the scarring rows the crowing of dawn
Your decision must be made
The planning of the long awaited stream
Prove their honesty, for the dead lie in piles
Uniform with the writings
I hold my truths present with the value
Reformed to the write and will of those breathing
Can I just pass on by?
Whispers loud to break the ear
crise no longer pain and hurt
the screams of the guilty
Suffer the pen in hand
Fight for free will and free form
Dastardly deeds follow the sick
The bastards stain my hand swith their blood
And love is proven once more
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