18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn, Part Two, Mary Elizabeth Frye,
Poet Dedication Series
Note- syllable count poems three and four
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Total # Words: 210
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Total # Words: 142
http://www.thehypertexts.com/Mary%20...ture%20Bio.htm
The HyperTexts
Mary Elizabeth Frye: Poetry, Analysis and Bio
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(3.)
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Yet time came that love cracked my shell
Freeing me from my living hell
As Light and Truth fought off the dark
To please I tried to make my mark
Alas! She demanded so much more
Wanting Oceans and all their Shores.
Soon I saw she was a deep trap
My weakness her false love did tap
Her claws razor sharp and dug in
Her lies told me she was no friend
I left on a hot July day
From her darkness, far, far away.
I lived only a decade more
Heart healed from jagged hole she tore
She found me on a cool June morn
Convinced me, her heart too, was torn
Passionate love, we made that night
She killed me before dawn's first light!
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale Of How Darkness Oft Deceives, Masquerading As Love And Light)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poets dedication series.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
NOTE :
Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep)
was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark
in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth,
despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate
enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power)
so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing
grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living.
Links-
(1.)
https://allpoetry.com/Mary-Frye
(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(4.)
Sometimes I Can Not Help But To Fall Down And Weep
Her soul looks down at tombstone standing all alone
her heart was far bigger than a blue Texas sky
we had prayed to God, her death he would postpone
when heaven denied, we dared not to ask why.
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Sometimes I can not help but to fall down and weep
releasing deep pain searing this sorrowing soul
I know her image will appear in my sleep
since her death, this sad heart has never been whole!
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2019
Alternating rhyme, repeated stanza,
Our mother,(Now two years and three weeks gone)
- this poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye
famous poets dedication series
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-11-2019 at 01:58 PM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
*******************************************Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part OneElizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One
Notes:Poem stats..
Stats:
Poem number- I.
Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Poem number- II.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-9-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 132
Total # Words: 111
Poem number III.
Robert J. Lindley, started 11-09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 148
Total # Words: 111
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Bio links
1. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...rrett-browning
2. https://www.britannica.com/biography...rrett-Browning
3. https://www.notablebiographies.com/B...h-Barrett.html
I.
O' Man Of Perishable Earth
O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart
O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen from above
O' slave of perishable earth
where flees thy precious time
Thy days toil, pitiful its worth
living such sad curse a crime
O' fool of hottest desires
where flows thy craving lusts
Thy heart, consumed by its fires
as truth confesses life unjust
O' gambler of life's all
where slips thy evil blade
Thy voice, its wicked call
in arrogance, its treasures made
O' wastrel of blessed hours
where leaps thy sordid bones
Thy hope but black-rain showers
ringing out as evil tones
O' death of this sad life
where lays thy weary hand
Thy sting, its stab a sharp knife
its final release oft grand
Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
II.
Beyond The Farmyard, Huge Bright Green Pastures Loom
I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered,
there is warmth in this old barn and its deep stalls
this place fine, inside comforting cypress walls.
Here the wood has some splinters, the floor some straw
opened each end, from morn's fresh clean air I draw,
breath that sustains me and praise to be alive
view of this world, makes me glad to be alive.
Beyond the farmyard, huge bright-green pastures loom
my being sent there, I think is not my doom,
for cool breeze blows and glowing sun shines my way
no worries, so glorious is each new day.
I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-09-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
III.
Slowly, The Ebb Of Time's Washing Tides Subside
The cold granite watches my well worn path
Its invisible eyes seeking much more
Than man's darkest pride and ever vengeful wrath
That damns high rolling seas and cold rocky shore.
The beating sun soon births its seething heat
While my mind seeks much more in this foray
I staggered too far for a silent retreat
Cast too many spears to ask for a delay.
The night finds sore feet still trudging forward
Carrying now a vagabond, a fool
Ever the fruitless search yet ever onward
Life's hardest lessons come from pain's toughest school.
Slowly, the ebb of time's washing tides subside
And darkness truly fell, as this soul then died.
Robert J. Lindley, started 11- 09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Finished at last!! -Tyr(4.)Parts Two And Three, Honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Notes: Poems stats
(4.)
Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2018
Sonnet, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series
(5.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-09-2019
Rhyme, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 300
(6.)
Robert J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 2019
Sonnet, ( Life is about choices made and paths taken)
Dedication honoring my eight poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 114
(7.)
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2019
Rhyme, ( Repetition and Unification)
( A Tale of Fated Darkness On Display )
Dedication, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:
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0 12 12 11 11 11 12
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Total # Words: 204
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts
Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!
As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and minds
soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes
and soon dance dark shadows upon the blinds!
As midnight hours call in more darkened hosts
sorrows leap forth promising no reprieve
you find searing pains that weeping soul roasts
far too much truth for pleading to relieve!
Slow flows a river of doubt and regret.
Cavernous echoes one can not forget.
(5.)
O' That Truth And Light Their Shining Rays Cast
In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my bones, rested what was heart driven
with its power, Heaven's bliss is striven
to destroy world's influence, its sad dark
immerse me, tighter than an oak tree's bark.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my eyes, beauty that has been hidden
comes so my darkness will soon be ridden
yet there is more than just this immense gift
love found a new home, to sweet life uplift
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my mind, blissful treasures are now stored
days and nights are great, never am I bored
For Love kindles fires that bake loving pies
truest of pleasure, devoid of life's black-lies
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my heart, loves great temple shines its gold
as morning air breathes her kisses resold
For merest pittance of my feeble charms
she wraps me glorious nights in her arms
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
(6.)
Roll Over, Play Dead, Or Win By Your Own Device
You have no sword to Gordian knot cut
moaning heart stirring to gain Loving fruits
days in a haze, life an expanding rut
oft you want to face, as firing squad shoots!
You have no rope to tie racing desires
as weeping soul, demands your striking back
at hurts, the pains of unfulfilled fires
and find way to corral life back on track.
You have no Aladdin's lamp to soft rub
as desperate mind seeks winning escape
Try as you may, your spirit needs a scrub
and course you fly, you need a hero's cape!
You have three choices, each one a great sacrifice
Roll over, play dead, or win by your own device!
(7.)
Alas, Such Sorrows Were My Predestined Fate
As her love ate soft marrow from my weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured me because I too was never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.
As her sexual hunger tore flesh piece by piece
her power grew as I begged for my release
from crushing grasp and sharpest of shredding teeth
I imprisoned in her dark lair far beneath
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.
As her immense greed demanded fresher human meat
she brought another so we could die as we greet
at my louder screams she laughed with hearty glee
for her new victim, Love once promised to me
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
And being so bound, now one other could relate.
As her love ate soft marrow from our weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured us because we too were never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
Our being so bound, now no others could relate.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-12-2019 at 09:03 PM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
************************************************** ********************************Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total syllables: 168
Total # Words: 110
Note:
1. Colossus*
definition: Colossus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus
Colossus, Colossos, or the plural Colossi, comes from the Ancient Greek κολοσσ?ς meaning a giant statue, and may refer to: ..
2. Zeus*:
Zeus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeus
Zeus is the of sky, thunder, law, order, and eternal fire in ancient Greek religion, who rules as king of the gods of Mount Olympus.
His name is cognate with the ...
Siblings: Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Dem... Parents: Cronus and Rhea
Symbol: Thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak Roman equivalent: Jupiter
3. Vincenzo de’ Rossi*
https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincenzo_de%27_Rossi
Vincenzo de 'Rossi , also called Vincenzo Rossi from Fiesole ( Fiesole , 1525 - Florence , 1587 ), was an Italian sculptor .
He began his career following Baccio Bandinelli , around 1534 . In 1546 , considering his apprenticeship concluded, he moved to Rome,
where he received his first individual commission in 1547 for a statue of Young Christ with Saint Joseph , placed in a chapel of
the Pantheon , commissioned by the Accademia dei Virtuosi al Pantheon , a society of artists similar to the Academy of San Luca.
4. Cosimo I de’ Medici's*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosimo_de%27_Medici
Cosimo di Giovanni de' Medici, called "the Elder" (Italian: il Vecchio) and posthumously "Father of the Fatherland"
(Latin: pater patriae) (27 September 1389 – 1 August 1464), was an Italian banker and politician, the first member
of the Medici political dynasty that served as de facto rulers of Florence during much of the Italian Renaissance.
Despite his influence, his power was not absolute; Florence's legislative councils at times resisted his proposals
throughout his life, and he was always viewed as primus inter pares ("first among equals") rather than an autocrat.[1]
His power derived from his wealth as a banker, and he was a great patron of learning, the arts and architecture.[2]
5. Bargello Palace*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bargello
The Bargello, also known as the Palazzo del Bargello, Museo Nazionale del Bargello, or Palazzo del Popolo
(Palace of the People), is a former barracks and prison, now an art museum, in Florence, Italy.
Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved stone, by sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold
A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands
His tales endure and will forever be told
Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded
Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled
As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods,
honoring tenth poet in my poet dedication series Frank Stanton
Frank Lebby Stanton
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Frank Lebby Stanton
Frank Lebby Stanton cr.jpg
Born February 22, 1857
Charleston, South Carolina, United States
Died January 7, 1927 (aged 69)
Atlanta, Georgia
Pen name Frank L. Stanton
Frank Stanton
F. L. Stanton
Occupation Poet, lyricist, columnist
Literary movement Early Southern Renaissance
Notable works "Just Awearyin' for You"
"Mighty Like a Rose"
""Morning"
Frank Lebby Stanton (February 22, 1857 – January 7, 1927),[1]
frequently credited as Frank L. Stanton, Frank Stanton or F. L. Stanton,
was an American lyricist.
He was also the initial columnist for the Atlanta Constitution and
became the first poet laureate of the State of Georgia, a post to
which he was appointed by Governor Clifford Walker in 1925 and which
Stanton held until his death.[2]
Eminence
Stanton was born in Charleston, South Carolina, to Valentine Stanton
(a printer, Confederate soldier, and farmer) and his wife
Catherine Rebecca Parry Stanton, whose father owned a plantation on
Kiawah Island. From early childhood he was influenced by the hymns of
Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley and was reared in the Methodist Episcopal Church,
South. After starting school in Savannah, Georgia, Frank Lebby Stanton found
his education cut off by the American Civil War. At the age of 12 he became
apprenticed to a printer, a position which allowed him to enter the
newspaper business. In 1887 he met Leone Josey while he was working for the
Smithville News; they married and, in 1888, moved to Rome, Georgia, where
Frank Lebby Stanton had received an offer from John Temple Graves to serve
as night editor for the Rome Tribune. With encouragement from Joel Chandler Harris,
Stanton in 1889 switched to the Atlanta Constitution (where for a few months he
worked for Henry W. Grady prior to Grady's death), and began to focus more on
writing editorials and columns, a newspaper role which he filled from then until
Stanton's death in 1927.[3] Stanton's writing became quite popular and
assiduously read. His column News from Billville (later Up from Georgia) forms
the basis for claims that he was even the prototype for American newspaper columnists.
[4] Frank Lebby Stanton died, aged 69, in Atlanta, Georgia. He and Leone Josey Stanton
were survived by their children—Marcelle Stanton Megahee and Frank Lebby Stanton Jr.[5]
Stanton circa 1892
Verse
Frank Lebby Stanton's verse is marked by simplicity and charm as well as
sentimentality which was then en vogue. His poems include a number which
he wrote in dialect, a challenge for which he had special knack, such as
"Mighty Lak a Rose" (which was set to music by Ethelbert Nevin [1862-1901]).
The music for "A Plantation Ditty" (first line "De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top")
by Stanton was composed by Sidney Homer.[6] Several of Stanton's ballads were
set to music by Oley Speaks.[7] Possibly Stanton's most successful hit in
popular music was his lyrics for the wildly selling 1901 parlor song
"Awearyin' for You" for which Carrie Jacobs-Bond provided the familiar tune.
[8] "Linger Not" and "Until God's Day" are two other songs on which
tanton and Jacobs-Bond collaborated.[9]
Productivity
According to the Online Computer Library Center (OCLC), Stanton's writings
include 171 items in 309 publications in 3 languages and 1,483 library holdings"
(OCLC WorldCat hits).[10]
Stanton's familiar poem of optimism and encouragement
Collections of his work are listed by Connecticut State Library,
[11] Valdosta State University,[12] University of Rochester
(Eastman School of Music),[13] and Music Australia.[14]
On many occasions, leading to his selection as poet laureate, Stanton
was called on to furnish poetry for occasions of state, one of them being
the opening of Atlanta's Cotton States and International Exposition (1895).
[15] On 1916 February 23, the day after Stanton's 59th birthday, public schools
throughout Georgia held commemorations of his achievements. Walker, in
appointing Stanton Georgia's poet laureate, stated that no one had ever
previously been appointed poet laureate of any southern state.[16]
Stanton wrote the lyrics of "Just Awearyin' for You"
and Carrie Jacobs-Bond the music.[17] In the first edition's frontispiece,
credit to Stanton is missing. He was often remiss in protecting his work,
and only after publication did Jacobs-Bond become aware of Stanton's authorship
of what had been printed as an anonymous poem by a Chicago newspaper.[18]
Stanton's name was added to the score, and Jacobs-Bond amicably began paying
him a revenue stream which became his most lucrative source of royalties.[19]
Legacy
Stanton has been frequently compared with Indiana's James Whitcomb Riley or called
"the James Whitcomb Riley of the South"; Stanton and Riley were close friends who
frequently traded poetic ideas.[20] Although Stanton frequently wrote in the dialect
of black southerners and poor whites, he was an opponent of the less-admirable aspects
(such as lynching) of the culture in which he lived, and he tended to be compatible
in philosophy with the southern progressivism of his employer, the Atlanta Constitution,
for which he wrote editorials. These and other characteristics of Stanton are well
elaborated in the scholarly essays on him by Francis J. Bosha[21] and Bruce M. Swain.[22]
Multi-voice-ranges 1901 cover of Ethelbert Nevin's tune for "Mighty Lak' a Rose" for
which Stanton wrote the lyrics. The dialect title means (approximately
) "very much like a rose" and is supposedly sung by a mother to her young son.
The first line, by which the opus is occasionally known,
is "Sweetest li'l feller" (sweetest little fellow).
Shortly after his death Stanton was commemorated in the naming of the
Frank Lebby Stanton Elementary School, which, after the redesignation
of a street name for its eponym still unborn at the time of Stanton's death,
is at 1625 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive in Atlanta.[23]
Five items by Stanton appear in Edmund Clarence Stedman's American Anthology 1787-1900, published in 1900:[24]
"One Country" (Stedman's Item 1286)
"A Plantation Ditty" (Stedman's Item 1287)
"The Graveyard Rabbit" (Stedman's Item 1288)
"The Mocking-Bird" (Stedman's Item 1289)
"A Little Way" (Stedman's Item 1290)
One of Stanton's works most widely quoted during his lifetime was a quatrain
titled "This World"; it is inscribed on his tombstone in Atlanta's Westview Cemetery:[25]
This world we're a'livin' in
Is mighty hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every rose.
But ain't the roses sweet?
Musical settings of his poetry
Stanton collaborated with African American composer Harry Thacker Burleigh in
the sheet music for his poem "Jean" (Burleigh composed and harmonized the tune).
[26] American composers of art songs such as Ethelbert Nevin and Carrie Jacobs Bond
wrote songs to his verses; composer Oley Speaks also set at least four of his poems
to music: "The Hills of Dawn", "In Maytime", "Morning",[27] and "When Mabel Sings".
Joshua Emdon set his famous "Keep-A' Goin'!"
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A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods
tenth poet, in my poet dedication series
I saw the rolling river at first glance,
its dancing, prancing waters all aglow
Forest edge, such views were my new romance
in their depths, fades away my childish tow.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw spotted fawn as it came to drink,
its soft coat glimmering in willing sun
This and much more caused me to with joy think
how Nature gives beauty and so much fun.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw mockingbird, its tune a' stirring,
its flight just above my head a true feast
I next saw wildcat with kits a'purring
a great showing for such wary, shy beast.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw much more at wonderful day's pass,
beauty of flowering meadows that sang
I then was but a timid little lass
that answered whenever Nature's call rang.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
Robert J. Lindley, 3-07- 2019
Rhyme, ( Youth Seeing A Bit Of Nature's Wonders)
Dedication poem, honoring Frank L. Stanton,
my tenth poet honored in my famous poets dedication series.
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Total # Words: 170
Note: This my tenth poet chosen and honored in my
famous poets dedication series honors the truly
great poet, Frank L. Stanton. An amazing poet that
sought to write for and to the common man yet was
rightly given admiration, honor and fame in his
lifetime and long career. I chose his poem titled,
"The Mockingbird", to be used to inspire my dedication
poem one that I borrowed a few of my own childhood
memories to compose.
The Mocking-Bird
by Frank Lebby Stanton
He did n’t know much music
When first he come along;
An’ all the birds went wonderin’
Why he did n’t sing a song.
They primped their feathers in the sun,
An’ sung their sweetest notes;
An’ music jest come on the run
From all their purty throats!
But still that bird was silent
In summer time an’ fall;
He jest set still an’ listened,
An’ he would n’t sing at all!
But one night when them songsters
Was tired out an’ still,
An’ the wind sighed down the valley
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;
When the stars was all a-tremble
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue,
An’ the daisy in the darkness
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,—
There come a sound o’ melody
No mortal ever heard,
An’ all the birds seemed singin’
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!
Then the other birds went Mayin’
In a land too fur to call;
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’
When one bird could sing fer all!
poem by Frank Lebby Stanton
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-21-2019 at 03:48 PM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age,Note:
Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings, who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe). History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019
Note: Yet again it is such a great honor to compose with my dear friend and very talented co-author Vladislav Raven. Despite delays due to computer problems we managed to get this one completed and now presented.
I want to acknowledge the superb verses Mike has gifted to this tale of a Viking warrior that lived into old age rather than dying in battle.
Thank you so much Mike!
(Collaboration With Vladislav Raven)
Part (1.)
Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures that he once, others gave.
Where not his saddest sorrows rightly born to flay
conquering dark dread of night to soothe brightest day
within such journey, pain must be given free reign
present heart shattered, as for invincibility he prays
for stubborn pride's cost, once immense evil befell
blinded young lad, willingly sent into battles legends tell.
From soil with streaming-red and dying's loudest moans
weeping ground, from brave warriors cut and fallen
clamoring with Viking swords clashing, wars evilest tones
inviting Valkyries to swoop up, those dead and death-callin'
as Valhalla watches battle, with its deadliest of foes
darkness marshals powerful forces, to their powers show!
Biding time, sweet life has wrangled its hours away
as soul awaits trip to Valhalla or Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of blood's pay
from red-streams a'flowin' until care and want soon expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors truest and brave
for earthen gains that once taken, are back too soon gave.
Part (2.)
Stagnating in the darkness, the old man waits,
what fate shall befall his ancient bones?
His breath comes short and life hesitates,
for all of his wrongs his heart atones.
In his thoughts, once more he was a youth,
his memories holding his life's truth,
Many ancient oceans he had explored,
in battle's thunder, a power in shield wall,
oh, maidens weep, for they he adored,
within death's struggles this Viking had stood tall,
with power and might he never knew defeat,
no enemy alive had made this man retreat.
Now in the darkness, his inner flame does dim,
his eyes fly open, his hand he does raise,
He feels his youth when his life was filled to the brim,
his accomplishments, he knew, had all earned praise,
sword placed in his hand, now close to his breast,
now he hardens himself for the final test.
Then he does cry put in a mighty voice,
"Odin, Father! bring your sword son home,
now he must wait the final choice,
has he earned his place or darkness shall he roam,
(The decision made,)
Off to |Valhalla, to sit in golden halls,
to sing songs of glory, until final battle calls.
Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings,
who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe).
History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Got up early and decided to do a bit of writing. The morning air a bit cool and the hot coffee gave me an urge to stop reading and write.Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)
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Total # Words: 150
Arise, Let Heart Dance Unto The New Hour
Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!
Fill your cup with sweetest of tasty wine
Upon the rising bread of life thus dine
Walk out into this world both bold and brave
Live love true, more than your own, you can save!
Allow summer's cloak to heal any pains
Wipe away hurting, the darkest of stains
Seek to steer your path onto light and Love
Open blind eyes to see heaven above!
As red sun sets, rejoice in your great life
Take note of the new vacancy of strife
Embrace the gift of mercy and new lease
Acknowledge your new journey, its release!
Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
First verse popped into my head and the race was on...
Hope you may enjoy reading this look back, at both youth and life in general...--Tyr
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)
Note: I dreamed of my poetic idol, Edgar Allen Poe last night.
Thus born from that interesting nightmare is this sad piece.
I woke, composed the first stanza, laid back down and fell asleep
And after waking, eating, continued this poem about half an hour ago.
Satisfied it covers well most of my dream,
(without embellishing or boring too much in length, I hope).
I post without editing even a word of it. As my muse demands I stop
altering her generous gifts. A poet must not fight too much with a
kindhearted muse. Nor ignore dreams sent by a famous deceased idol, methinks.
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A Voice Speaks From Its Dark And Lonely Tomb
(Dedicated To Memory Of Edgar Allen Poe)
Soon this form will waste away
Underground in dying dark,-
I can not see break of day,
The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
Sleep, its time dragging along
Above, sun brightens the hours,
Here silence is ruling song-
There are no high, gold towers.
Now hope seems a shallow cause
Where spiders and earthworms crawl,-
Darkness reigns its pregnant pause,
Black sets eternal nightfall.
Rain soaks down but touches not
This casket sealed airtight
Air is full of decaying rot-
You would think a horrid sight.
If only you held on more
Tho' my rage slashed you deep,-
My sharp claws into you tore
While heartache wrecked your sleep.
From this slumber I await
Your end, its destined adieu
To see if you deny Fate
Avoid paying debts overdue.
Soon this form will waste away
Underground in dying dark,-
I can not see break of day,
The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
Sleep, its time dragging along
Above, sun brightens the hours,
Here silence is ruling song-
There are no high, gold towers.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)
Note: See above in note section..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Comment:
Robert Lindley
Date: 4/2/2019 9:38:00 AM
I hope you may enjoy this piece. Born from a dark dream but one in which fear
was not a participating player. As Poe spoke along with the deceased lady and
assured me this was just a lesson on Life and Fate. And a bit of advice on
writing poetry that expresses something most fear, but truly shouldn't fear.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish
Fear what more, love lost or imminent death
life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath.
Hold this thought, that life exists to live on
and it has no more worth, once we are gone!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Love not life too much, for joy holds no scales
night invades the day, sunshine's gold thus pales.
Measurable moments, mere gasps at large
Fate holds its powers boldly while in charge!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Cry not for wants, yet beg for blessings true
nothing is better than, kindness in you
Walk with humble steps, as world spins about
no one alive, is going to get out!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Wrestle your dreams, the ones you most cherish
if allowed they run away to perish.
Mold your chains, to keep them held true and fast
they hold keys to loving that truly last!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Ones Dreams Should Be Held Captive )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
O' Son Of Man, Can Love Live In Thy New Breath
What lie'th in the shadows of festered minds
Morbid thoughts of blood flowing and severed guts
Plenitude of monsters, dark-beasts of all kinds
Past savages that raped villages, burning huts.
O' man! What art thou in thy barbaric heart,
Crazed creature slaying those that only seek peace
Ran amok, with only murder to impart
Are evil, its epic pains thy true release?
With pleasures seeing warm red-blood spilling forth
Or weeping wails and moans of children near death
Have thy hearts turn cold as blizzards of the North
O' son of man, can love live in thy new breath?
What lie'th in dark caverns of lustful greed?
What wickedness fills thy soul and hateful needs?
R.J. Lindley,
November 22nd, 1979
Sonnet, ( Darkness That Rests In Black- Caverns Of Evil Hearts )
Note: Old poem from forty years ago, taken from private journal and given light of day.
Today, I ask the same question- can mankind ever rid greed, its destruction, from its
collective hearts and truly embrace love ?
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 04-05-2019 at 07:23 AM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile
Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
If destined to outlive dear families and friends
consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks
as manna gifted, behind heaven's golden gates.
Upon streets welcoming with cheer and open arms
walk each and every gentle step and dearest mile
For only love exists there, never any harms
upon each angelic face, rests a joyful smile.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek.
Follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
Sonnet
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Sorry folks, I have been sidetracked a bit today..
I had intended to post this new sonnet early this morn...-Tyr
Passion May Gift Heart-Shots From Cupid's Bow
When evening sky glows with a fiery red
shadows of dusk creep into human view
night may bring, inklings of its darker dread
taps on gray door, with soft knocks two by two.
As sun banishes brilliant waning glows
silent moans come announcing eager dark
Heaven shines its early night's starry toes
hoot-owl wakes to hoot out, its calling mark.
Soon Moon comes, signals with romantic lights
as Nature sets forth its beautiful scenes
Perfect for lovers tryst and wondrous sights
in hiding, where nobody intervenes.
Passion may gift heart-shots from cupid's bow.
For such is life as humanity grows.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
Sonnet, ( When The Night Banishes Light Of The Day)
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:100
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 04-10-2019 at 08:19 AM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
O' The Many Things Brighter Stars Have Seen
O' the many things brighter stars have seen
through the long ages of our hopes and regrets
lives, loves, losses, and all the in between
all of the all, humanity begets!
O' the sights, lovers basking in moon light
sweet memories that one may think divine
under star-lite gaze, its Heavenly sight
dearest kisses, signaling all is fine.
O' the grace felt in soft, gentle night's breeze
its healing power to heart touch and save
begs romance that sings, blossoms into ease
passion's truth, serenity's path it paves.
O' that Life would bring its happiness true
From smallest of Hope within me or you.
Robert J. Lindley, 4- 23-2019
Sonnet
Note: This new sonnet born from first stanza comment made on
my having read both Nina's blog titled, What Rhymes
2: Cross-Border Disorder and then my immediate reading of
M.L. Kiser's new poem, titled, "Stars Above".
I got started writing and I simply could not stop.....
Dedicated to you my friends , Nina Parmenter and M.L. Kiser
because your words given and sweet verses inspired
the creation of this piece.
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words: 104
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 07-02-2019 at 09:57 AM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
Questioning Last Oracle At Blackstone Mountain
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
Is death Fate's final irony, its hand
played at table of Life's many mistakes
with darkest music, notes set to withstand
the revelation that world takes and takes?
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
From birth we may learn man is but a beast
an illusion of power, heart oft stone
a jaded monster, seeking bloody feasts
smiling, while crunching on shiny white bones!
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
Robert J. Lindley, 1979
Rhyme, ( Foul Is Fate's Black Hand )
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.