The Gift, the Girl, the Sweetest Love
Poem Doubles
The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses
The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.
I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm man's right to not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses
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