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Poet in Recluse

I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm

With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek a new poet and lay claim
for my words have grown utterly abstruse

Spare me sullen eyes, from cries in refrain
I shall not weep in sadness nor disdain
Bitterness does not become a recluse
My poet's heart weakens, I dare not feign

Time's drawn the shades in darkness of night
No candle flame shall glimmer enough light
in which I may be tempted before morn
to doubt seclusion and attempt to write

Cloistered without pen, I shall ever be
From thinking in rhyme I shall be set free
Poems half written on bits of scrap paper
I shall lock away and then toss the key

My hand has retired, this last poem now penned
No more idyll thoughts of mind will transcend
Bereft of rhymes and abandoned of verse
This poet knows her time has reached an end

Ink no longer flows through my tunneled veins
Expressed emotions in poetry wanes
And when interred, on my stone I shall read,
"Reclusive poet" over my remains


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Fourth of July, 2017
Broken Wings "R" Form

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017



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Moonstruck Maiden

What beauty reflected in love's fair eyes,
a passion hence to become my treasure.
Stirred to flame, I dost fail to disguise
need in my loins ere want of fine pleasure.

As sweet the music I doth find profound,
tis more honeyed thou lips when touching mine.
Oh! My pained heart shall beckon love resound,
thou moonstruck maiden, unearthly divine.

Silent I shan't be, so near to soft breasts.
This besotted man hath nary more breath.
Grant me thy pure soul, not in mere request,
but let thine tongue speak before my near death.

I beg thee allow the stars remain bright.
Give thyself to me fore the end of night.

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January 9th 2016

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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She Wept In Languished Moan

         She wept as they buried her one true love.
             Each day thereafter she brought him a rose,
         the flower she knew he was fondest of.
             Her grief unbearable, beyond repose.
                What pain and suffering his death bestows.

         Nothing prevented her daily visit.
             She didn't want him to feel all alone.
        When beside him her face was exquisite.
            When weary she would sigh and then lay prone,
                 weeping for her love in soft languished moan.


                     Originally written on 23rd of July 2016
            Two Stanzas - English Quintain, 10 syllables per line 
                    with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-b

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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A Chorus Sang Its Last Concerto

I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking solitude, nothing more
Thunder drummed from far away
a foreboding timpani, clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of waves
crashing to the beach in rhythmic laves
Everything seemed out of reach to me
the moon, the stars, the depth of the sea

Came haunting notes of a solo flute 
chasing the wind as though in pursuit
They synchronized with percussion drums
their tempo in tune with whispered hums
I kept time in measure's of an allegro beat
Three quick steps, then twirl and repeat

Echoes of a nocturne swirled in my head
lyrics unsung. They were spoken instead
My soprano continued, his falsetto stopped
too weak to stand, to my knees I dropped
my footprints had been erased by the tide
No longer was I able to run or hide

Blind in the darkness, loneliness daunting
a lightning flash, then another, taunting
me to lift my eyes to the sky, to the falling rain
its sting delivered in a medley, staccatos of pain
On the edge of the sea I waited for the end of me
My tears an ensemble, an elegy in requiem plea

Mute to the orchestra, I disobeyed their call
Instead, I applauded the storm's kettle drum squall
No encore would this night be able to reprise
As the tide's flow encroached, I closed my eyes
A chorus of waves crashed; cymbals in concerto
The baton fell from the hand of the Grand Maestro

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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He Doesn't Shhhh Me Anymore

He told me to be quiet each time I tried to speak knowing I'd obey for he believed I was meek Months went by and I acquiesced to his wishes until I had enough and started flinging dishes "Shhh," he said and placed a vile finger to his lips I had enough of him and put my hands on my hips "You can't tell me who to talk to. I'll not be quiet If you think I'll stand for this, go ahead and try it." He thought I was joking. Well wasn't he the fool? I won't be used by any man. I'm not any man's tool He's buried in the backyard in an unmarked grave I bet now he knows I wasn't going to be his slave Each night I dress in widow's black and take a walk Mascara running from tears of joy, I give him a talk I lay a finger against my lips, then I smile and say, "Shhh, you know it's your fault you had to go away."

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Remarks of a Prig

I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth flow in a fetid flux

What arrogance is revealed in your slander
You don't rile me enough to raise my dander
The absolute truth is that I just don't give a fig
Your remarks show you to be an arrogant prig

How dare you disparage so many other poets
People call you 'rude' in case you don't know it
I've laughed at your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's all your fault

You've mocked and criticized lots of poetry
making you a monster with green-eyed jealousy
I've heard from many, and in their point of view
'they' say you're a nasty male version of a shrew

There's been quite an extensive survey taken
and the unanimous results should jolt and awaken
you to see that on you this request they bestow...
The message: "Open your big mouth and eat crow

Oh, but that is something you would never do
so there'll be no lamenting nor feelings of blue
No tears of sorrow on the smiing cheeks of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018

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Sunset Constanza

At twilight, prismed skies unfold  
Painting Earth in roseate light
Pastel hues brushed on clouds in flight

Pink threads woven with rays of gold
Marmalade fingers fade to peach
Sinking low, out of human reach

A sanguine sun nears dusk's threshold
Waves ripple with his last shimmer
Dazzling beams of sunset glimmer

'tween sea and sky, since ages old
He sleeps 'til each new day is born
And flowers sip the dew of morn

Earth is veiled by night and grows cold
Moon of pearl glows and stars glisten
Nightingales sweetly sing ~ listen

At twilight,  prismed skies unfold
Pink threads woven with rays of gold
A sanguine sun nears dusk's threshold
'tween sea and sky, since ages old
Earth is veiled by night and grows cold


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Connie, your Constanza form is a gift to us all.
Not written for a contest, but to honor Connie Wong.

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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DELETED POEMS AND FAREWELL

I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the comments on T.J's blog, written in defense of all poets who have been mistreated by what T.J. called bullies and trolls.    For far too long many on site poets have ignored and/or blocked the culprits. I did, too, but it didn't work for me.  One such person has taken the opportunity to reach me through my comments on the poetry of others. The time has come to bid a final farewell to those of you I admire and hold dear. In so doing, I'm posting what I really feel about those who think their sarcasm is clever.  They seek attention, but will not get another moment of my time or thoughts.  Perhaps I'll be banned, and that would be fine with me because there is not much left to this site that I would recommend to anyone.  To be clear, please don't tell me to stay and ignore the bullies and trolls. I'm not leaving BECAUSE of them, but for many other reasons. I would never allow such people to be the reason I no longer write for PS.


It Will Remain Untitled

I've been hearing rumors that are easy to believe
about some of you who give poets a reason to grieve
With poisoned pens, your ink flows in fetid flux
feigning righteousness.  In reality, you're schmucks

What arrogance is revealed in your masquerade
You're not accredited to critique, slam, or degrade
The absolute truth is that no one gives a ripe fig
You're nothing more than a cocky, egotistical prig

How dare you disparage the works of any poet
You're considered 'rude' in case you didn't know it
Disgusting are your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's your own fault

You assail with sharp words, then usually delete
How cowardly the deed, from which you retreat
Many think your attitude should be taken to task
You seem to crave attention and in it you bask

If a survey of poets, someone would undertake
the results would find you guilty of being a fake
Stop pointing your finger and retract your claws
If you want to leave, there'd be rousing applause

There'd be no plaintive tears from eyes of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
Don't make the mistake of thinking poets are weak
It's an end to your barbed sarcasm that we seek

Your actions cannot be brushed off or be ignored
Poets should be in harmony and of a single accord
Animosity is rampant. It's abhorrent and offensive
You give innocent poets a reason to be defensive

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2020

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Relieve My Heart of Its Ache

These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute when their quivering begins in my deepest root Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride, Enter my secluded orchard upon a flowing tide Saunter into my arbor and taste my honeyed fruit Allow each nibble to entice with unbridled pursuit Warm yourself in the sun as we sensually collide Ripen with me until temptation is languidly descried Inhale the fragrance of my skin on fleshly curves Embrace the throbbing titillation of tingling nerves Unshackle your heart, and have it not be denied Caress every part of me as your fingertips glide Hold my blossoms as they call to your heartstrings Drink deeply of my nectar; flit your pinioned wings Pluck me for your pleasure, with hands that shake I await your touch; to relieve my heart of its ache

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018

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Threshold of Madness

The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its icy breath paints frost on my window panes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches  

Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Death's wildling wind pelts hail on my roof 
Its icy breath paints frost on my window panes

Snowdrifts climb higher on the sills in reproof
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Death's wildling wind pelts hail on my roof

This room is the chamber where I'll be interred
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred

Winter's hand has caused a temperature dip
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip

Terror incites me to curse what I abhor
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches


August 17, 2017

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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