Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bid Them Return With Knowledge Of Eternity

Send out your best wandering tramps
to the far halls of mortal darkness
Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
and golden words secretly hidden

Beware phantoms will cut and burn
their hides that are soft and tender
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
a few hides will there toughen.

Few return but we the living may profit
from dark and deadly encounters
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
sowed seeds in man's seeking spirit

Forever we seek the golden chalice
at costs far too steep to bear
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands
where in darkness, sparks of life blood is kept

Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands

R.J. Lindley,
June 19th 1971

Note- From my private writes/journal.
Age 17 and walking through dark corridors..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Before My Startled Eyes Ink Turned Blood Red


Having left my war hammer on the bloodied battlefield
I found great cause to my poetic pen then stir.
On paper my dark defiant spirit refused to ever yield
if a fighting dog, I'd been one sour and surly cur.

With ink in my heart and sadness in my veins
my hand made strange gestures in scribbling lines.
At first glance, it seemed like odd little stains
If it were trees it would be, gnarly old pines.

Before my startled eyes ink turned blood red
and sound erupted into shadows on the walls.
I had wanted softness but brutality came instead
where each considered word limps and fall.

There in midnight vale, life's agony showed to me
ideas as slimy and rotten fish in dried up old seas.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016

Note sonnet written today because my muse shouted , "you lazy cur--write thee again today"!
I always grimace,smile and then slavishly obey...
She is a savage master and cunning foe......

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red


Ancient garden, roses no longer water fed
graves nearby, tombs of the ancient dead
Sky still glows with sunset hues of red
yet barren rests garden's deserted bed

Wind moans as it flies in the night-sky
one can hear the saddest cry
Across the way, ghosts of lost youths lie
war costs, the blood of youth by and by

Where flowers once spoke beauty reigned
now old grow memories of the pain
Small fence separates area where none remain
blotches of earth with tombstones stained

Overlooking hill, there rests a mighty red oak
shadows pass it by, yet none ever spoke

Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2016

Note- Sonnet just came to me and demanded to be written..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Moonlight She Came, Her Dark Hair Did Shine

Now writing, romantic poem this night
fondly bringing forth memories of youth
Just tweaking to stir far greater delight
no real harm, love lives in passionate truth.

Summoned, thrills of ravishing beauty then
flowers await that first touch of glee
No darkness, no pains of living in sin
Just love, given with romantic hearts free.

In moonlight she came, her dark hair did shine
walking a wide trail between two palm trees
Her everything cried out just to be mine
and her gentle waves foretold pleasant seas.

Beach strolling , holding hands and eager hearts
moon's melody shown for budding new love
Such innocence, so often how it starts
stars in heaven looking down from above.

Years past, my heart longed for her to marry
soon I flew around the world to return
Knowing our love was now, must not tarry
in our souls deepest passion did so burn.

My wife shares our story to one and all
romance that carried her far, far away
We, married twelve sweet years this coming Fall
Depths of joy, such that no words can relay.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Last Sunset, Each Heart Torn

Each morn I wake to see your lovely, graceful, smiling face
pure joy invades my heart like swift horses in a race
Day starts with your beauty shining to give me light
as I strive to match your love with all my might.

Cruising the day with you like a classic sports car
ever grateful for just being with you as you are
Together facing life's surprises, hardships and delight
passionately making sweet love to heal each little fight.

Onward we travel down paradise fairly won and met
heading towards the glow , a gloriously happy sunset
No regrets for the life we lived and so lovingly shared
you and I forever, forever lovingly bound and paired.

When our sunsets meet, our last love fills each day
I love you, I love you , in unison we both say
Time noted our journey was met with no great regret
as our love raced joyously into the last sunset.

Robert J. Lindley, revised from earlier poem.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Man Walks In Darkness

Sad excuse, not a plus
just ask Simon Cowell
Freedom found on a bus,
words of Colin Powell
Darkness and deceit, joined happily racing hand in hand
Death, destruction and misery follows war's pounding paths
Such cold-bloodied black that it tarnishes even the land
Encouraging follies from man's feeble, indignant wrath
Lies accepted as art
where educations lays
Those blinded do their part
in clouding sunny days.

World brings its hate and pains
hunger aches, no relief
Wicked births aching stains
living with no belief
Fear ye not, saving light sails forth when sincere pleas abound
destroying vast raging seas of poison and rancid brine
Even without heaven's sweetest angelic trumpeted sound
recoveries and miracles bring blessings very fine
Man will fine lit paths true
shielded from temptations
His word reigns over you
Love's greatest sensations.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2016


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Woodland Goddess

Thy mystic news from out the Invisible
Would save all men, were they but content to dwell
In lowly station, proud to share the power
That shapes the world in secret, hour by hour.

Her rosy fingers touched the ancient words
And lo! they quivered with the ecstasy
Of crimson bloom, sun-glances, caroling birds,
On forested green island waking into glee.

R.J. Lindley,
April 17th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sea Dangers Braved, Sweetest Treasure Found

Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Seeking paradise, his intrepid craze,
another of his treasure finding schemes.

As the gusting, whipping gale force winds blew
ship's main sails were shredded, ripped apart
Every loss his doubts about success grew,
her pretty vision weakened in his heart.

As night brought his mind new terrors to bear
tragic and dreaded thoughts raced through his mind
Of his grave danger he was well aware,
that his sought treasure he may never find.

Dawn's welcomed rise found his ship still afloat
that long sought distant shore now looming near.
Sunshine brought with it a cheery new note,
forced away all of his previous fear.

Within sight was the island of his dreams
there he saw high cliffs towering in white.
Splendid waterfall fed by island streams
he knew his treasure would soon be in sight.

As his battered ship's prow struck sandy beach
over the rail on solid ground he leaped.
Now he knew his princess was within reach
with Eden found, its fruits soon to be reaped.

Her soft sweet Siren call beckoned him forth,
with fast glowing spirit he raced ahead.
Across a lush forest , land to the North
just beyond a magical flower bed.

Over small hill his princess was waving
he soon fell into her waiting embrace.
All his life for her he had been saving,
now her wet kisses rained upon his face.

Thus no great sea-storm surge could ever faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dream.
Seeking heaven, in his hot fevered craze,
love rewarded his treasure finding scheme.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2016

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Written for contest, finished version.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bitter Tears

We are old, laughter and song- memories stored,
Sweetest love and raging desire still burn:
Time- raging bull our souls has now gored,
yet we feel better we have earned.

Soon the darkness will come in to take,
our gold and our memories too.
Yet we long much more to again make-
Sweet love and wake mornings holding you!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2016

Note-- Struggled to write today. Such pain and sadness , as our mother is dying.
She is 88 and will not make 89..
They rushed her from Acute Rehab Center back to the hospital last night.
Heart issues, low oxygen(lung issues) and broken hip have all aided in her rapid decline..

Sadness brought old memories to me this morn...
This poem is about fate, time, death and a lost love from the 70's... Her passing only a few years after our break-up...
And my memories of her loving and kind soul..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.

In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.

She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.

Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.

R.J. Lindley,
1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Came To Me In A Dream

Through the golden gates of hope and reprieve
race shadows of storm and restless agonies
Mere fleeting wisps that catch roving eyes
on platters of papers meant to deceive

Stories told of monsters, fools and all the like
melting into a cauldron of darkest spittle
Gouging the eyes with a pointy spike
and sending reprieve but only just a little

Where rests,dreams of gold and wanton lusts
among fallen pines and burnt ash trees
Deceptions taught and broken, shattered trusts
sailing chaotic and blind upon falsely stirred seas

All through such nightmares are stark realities of life
vapors of foul and poisonous clouds belching forth
Frozen beams that weigh the misery in agony and strife
against the harshest chills of blasts from the frozen North

Yet among the dead letters and long anguished cries
rest hearts and seeking minds staying on high alert
For true love and deeply moaned contented sighs
to counter the relentless pain of all the world's hurts.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When The Last Grape Withers On The Vine

Soon Fate will diminish my last returns
with all -decaying awaits its fuel
Shall I cry-while my heart still burns
begging reprieve from this last duel?

When the last grape withers on the vine
the last cloud drops its sweet rain
Shall I pray again for me and mine?
Thanking the coming end to my sad pain?

Will darkness merely be groups of long dreams
cavern filled with nothingness and lost desires
Or an endless blue lake fed by eternal streams
of deep love from divinely hot fires?

Soon Fate, wild master and death-slayer too
destroys asking neither the why nor the who.

R.J. Lindley,
Feb16th , 1974

Note- Forty -two years later, --- came and went in the blink of an eye..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine

Where darkness reigned, mercy found no home
Life there is but a blood bath and a game
Every mountain , cries out displaying its red dome
Every slave walks alone, with one leg lame.

The whole is an island with no sun to shine
Deserts with wicked thorns and no soothing shade
Where vultures await victims on which to dine
And every traveler is blinded and easily played.

Burning rains, soak into rapid decaying bones
fanged monsters hide in every dark cave
No lights, no television, computers or phones
just false promises greedy fools forever grave.

At journey's end, red-hot fire searing away rotten skin
exposing evil in hidden darkness in hearts of fallen men

Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2016

Note -Written his morn because my muse demanded I return.
She has her ways to force me to do her bidding.....
I was allowed the luxury to pick the sonnet form but after that very little else..
And I dearly hate when forced to let her do most of the verses with her revisions and LAUGHTER AT MY PREVIOUS FEEBLE EFFORTS....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Mad Dogs Of My Beaten And Lost Dreams

Flung into the ocean of this streaming and sad fate
once such sweet fruit hung low to be easily eaten.
Now memories vanish and are replaced by anchors of hate
of lost chances and battles in which I was beaten.

Have not clouds of pain reaped such stinging scores
in the midst of lost years of gashed heart and wailing?
Feeling every bad mistake deep in my sweating pores
this body screams back and cuts loud in its yelling.

Racing back to restart each journey's futile quest
are the mad dogs of my beaten and lost dreams.
I once was better and then chasing at my best
down the road of fruitful and smooth flowing streams.

Now Time, that greatest savage master of us all
laughs heartily at my echoed and hopeless call.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2016

Note- Sonnet, mixed syllable count
subject = lost time, life wasted and looking back at my youthful follies..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Only Devil's Own Hears Each Useless Cry

The many that fool the common lot,
overshadow the few that race for good:
I think they know Time takes all they got
yet love to be splinters in the stained wood.

Although short are days of their malice:
Long will be days of burning fire.
No saving reprieve or kiss of silver chalice
can quench the thirst of Justice's raging desire.

In the Time of long laughs and futile treasures
every shadow watches and holds a memory.
All to bequeath cuts in equal measures,
based upon each ones walk in dark history.

When the false Stream finally runs dry
there, only devil's own hears each useless cry.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-01-2016

Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Vigilant Struggle

Hopeless now, to fight against Fate and Time
put pen to paper, write verses in rhyme
Battle raging storms and eternal wind
all to hold fast racing dream with no end
Yet no other choice does man's spirit give
except to struggle forever to live
Deep within scenes of longing and praying
poetic mind, reveals what heart is saying
Blind obedience to poet's mystical muse
gifting true seeking soul for her to use
And in that act of writing as a team
may come more than wailing cries, so it seems

For shining trails into the dark unknown
one may through dance and blazing fires have grown

Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2016

edit-revised version--

The Eternal Struggle

Hopeless now, to fight against Fate and Time
put pen to paper, write verses in rhyme
Battle raging storms and eternal wind
all to hold fast racing dream with no end
Yet no other choice does man's spirit give
except to struggle forever to live
Deep within scenes of longing and praying
poet's mind, reveals what heart is saying
Blind obedience to mystical muse
gifts a true seeking soul for her to use
And in that act of writing as a team
may come more than wailing cries, so it seems

For shining trails into the dark unknown
one may through dance and red-fires have grown

Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time Runs On Past Every Bend

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
chasing hope and new morn's glowing smile.
Flowing along with a sunrise breeze
heart stopping awe, every once in a while.

Branches overhead wrapped in deep forest green
bird songs filling this emerald isle.
Sun gracing the screaming sky blue sheen
above this leaf carpeted aisle.

Hoping time here never dares to end
as wanting heart finds its needed glow.
Yet find that time runs on past every bend
and brings Nature's all, along in tow.

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
spirit flows along with a sunrise breeze.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Whiskey Was Burning, Talking In Third Rate Time

Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.
Stair steps swirling, waiting so far down below
winter was freezing long before this hellish snow.

Midnight has caught me frozen near half to death
her cries were icy and pain in her every breath.
Moon bellowed forth, stick it, twist it in deep
dagger needs its blood before this night's sleep.

Whiskey was burning, talking in third rate time
my soul was broken, not worth a damn dime.
Her heart was cut and her blood ran so cold
She is a devil and my fevered brain now too old.

Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.

R.J. Lindley
AUGUST 7TH, 1973

OLD NOTE-- YES, WHISKEY IS STILL SURGING IN MY VEINS
MATCHING BURNING HURT AND ANOTHER LOST LOVE..
SCAR ON MY LEFT HAND STILL REMINDS ME,
LIFE IS OFTEN JUST CRAP AND LOVE TOO DAMN OFTEN JUST A BURNT TREE...


NEW NOTE- Written at age 19, young and full of piss and vinegar.
Can I recall that night? Yes, and the blood and the scar still reminds me,
mental pain is so often worse than physical pain.
A wild mustang that paid some very heavy dues and fought a world hellbent on destroying me...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding

I linger far too long in past glances
repairing my heart from such ancient pains.
I that carelessly took too many chances
now look back at far, far too many stains.

No shadows that follow bear good tidings
where tired spirit seeks safe shade and deep rests.
In each dark battle are gems still hiding
in green forests upon snow covered crests.

Long has been the widening path taken
where night-moon and bright sun upon man shine.
All seems so lost but hope is not forsaken
death is dark-food upon which Fate does dine.

Tarry not, road slows, end-game is in sight.
There sleep, basking in its eternal light.

R.J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop

Seed was planted, man's heart found death is dark,
where great truth was recanted,
misery brazenly stark.
Black hearts race forth , never getting their fill,
falling forever downward,
where Fate delivers its kill.

Robert Lindley, JULY 22- 2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Weep Ye Not At Death's Dark Release

Fear ye not, life and heartache fly away,
past and future blend to give hope.
We are flesh and remain weak that way,
so often hung high with a new rope.

New dawn and clouds bring what they may,
day races into night's awaiting dreams.
We are flesh and too often fail to pray,
chasing our greed and foolish schemes.

Bright stars cast forth a comforting glow,
beneath world and its rushing hurts.
In blindness we crawl and fail to show,
but very little in fleeting spurts.

A curse embraced, results we do not know,
graveyard beckons, deep is the lost sea.
Never sought, never found, loves true glow,
we water nothing but greed's barren tree.

Weep ye not at death's dark release,
journeying into that unknown place.
Jason found no treasured golden fleece,
nor love's beauty in death's dark face.

In hell, man walks looking for that out,
cries sad tears, hope his only aid.
As he battles, begs with pleading shout,
save me from this death I've made.

Alas, Fate hears too and tags along,
casting its pains and well tangled nets.
Man dreams and may even sing a song,
life dances on and he gets what he gets.

Life may be but long shadowed dreams,
false gold found in empty chests.
Happiness grabbed in rarest moonbeams,
where mercy gives its gifted rests.

Fear ye not, life and heartache fly away,
past and future blend to give hope.
We are flesh and remain weak that way,
so often hung high with a new rope.

R.J. Lindley
Sept 9th, 1977

Old note--
Future seems a fleeting dream.
Each day a fight to battle night's shadows.

New note--
Future has come.
Battle rages on and Time (the true enemy) has its new weapons .

For rust and blood stains my old, battered shield
cuts scar my shining armor 's long lost glow.
I refuse to fall, vowing to never willingly yield
to this Fate's loss and its fast melting snow.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When May I Rest

Hard upon faded earth
Tombstone rests there
Greatest gems, not her worth
Love we did share

Heaven sent treasure found
Once her sun shone
Beneath earth she lays bound
Our time now gone

Fallen sky weeps her loss
Rivers her dream
There sailing her white cross
Green grass her stream

Where shall peace now be had
When may I rest
My death, I will be glad
My last request

R.J. Lindley
Feb. 27th 1978

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give

Give kind words to one in desperate need
till the hungry ground for a fertile crop.
A life can be saved by casting that seed
yielding forth sweet fruits that may never stop.

Each new day, look for the good to be done
by shining light on others in dark night.
Salvation tis' not measured by the ton
but by the greatness of pure love's bright light.

Planting hope's first crop and seeing it grow
often the greatest treasure one may find.
Do that for faith and love, and not for show
be thee blessed and rewarded in kind.

Kindness is fruit one may easily give.
True journey and path to forever live.

R. J. Lindley
Aug. 12th 1976


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[Gunny]

Tyr, I'm getting ready to join your poetry BS if it'll get me away from all these damned Trump and Hillary threads. Jesus H. Christ.

I got your number now though ... this is how you keep your sanity. :laugh:

[Black Diamond]

Tyr, I'm getting ready to join your poetry BS if it'll get me away from all these damned Trump and Hillary threads. Jesus H. Christ.

I got your number now though ... this is how you keep your sanity. :laugh:

Don't be a grump
Vote for Trump

[Gunny]

Don't be a grump
Vote for Trump

Dude, don't mess up tyr's poetry threads. They're his he's in charge. And he likes them. You can can screw with me somewhere else. I did catch the rhyme. but unless you're doing actual poetry, jerk with me elsewhere.

He's a happy guy with his little world and I can totally understand. I apologize for injecting politics. The juxtaposition was me trying to get away from it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Brave Warrior Passed On His Battle Scars

Great warrior gave me his used battle sword
battered and bloody stained with glowing red.
Greatest of gems in hidden treasure hoard
now his adventure is long gone, long dead.

There was deep kindness in his last giving
generous, bound with honorable pride.
Superb gem, passed on to one now living
respect well earned, he had nothing to hide.

Ages have swiftly flown by, and his gem shines
mirrors the seeking light in my tired soul.
As the end approaches, past fights refines
the depths of my long journey's desired goal.

A brave warrior passed on his battle scars.
Adding again, treasures to distant stars.


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Robert J. Lindley, 7-31-2016

Note- A genetic legacy from one of my Viking ancestors....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking Back At Time's Receding Echoes

I write so that my mind will thus obey
Commands that memory and heart reveal
Rare gems reside in every dawn's new day
Increasing passion in all we may feel

I look back at Time's receding echoes
With pain for losses sadly meant to be
Walking back, bare-footed with seeking toes
caressing sands of future dying sea

What of glories fallen and now long gone
Deep loves that too soon withered on the vine
Mere mortals, weak beasts wrapped in flesh and bone
Forever beg, more rot on which to dine

Where will a man's path deliver his heart
If carrion fills his deep trailing cart

Robert J. Lindley , 8-05-2016


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Note- To navigate the approaching future storm, one must look back at the landmarks and path that led to the destination and the
last boulder to move..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Her Own Payment Came Due

Came torturing moment that she just knew
he could never be her eternal love
No old age, everlasting for the two
their love would die, no reprieve from above
Yet his touch scorched her into frenzy
days were spent fighting loss's sad arrival
His kiss sent her world into a tizzy
afterwards she'd fight for her survival
Finding Fate hard, seeing future regrets
nights now spent enjoying lover's touch
Present time was just as good as it gets
for burning love seared her far, far too much

Dawn broke, came that sad moment she just knew
Years flown by, now her own payment came due

R.J. Lindley
Sept 20th, 1978

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cursed With These Black Mid-Nights And That Sinister Call

Past midnight, gloomy sky and red flailing moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call
Soon that black soul would invade this sanctuary of my weary mind
utterly shatter yet again my long aching heart's brief rest
Waiting for the anguished moans and nail scratching sounds
I sought courage to survive tonight this demonic test
and before dawn dear magnificent sleep my soul thus find
Moaning and chain rattling echoes arrived at my bedroom door
My thoughts turned to her and why she still cursed me so
Had not I gave her my true love and my cherished all
Only to see her in blood-soaked dress out the door go
Yes, my loves had always wept and demanded too much more
In a bright flash through the bedroom door she flew
Willing moonlight shining upon her long , dagger-like nails
I stepped back, again I yielded to regret and abject fear
odors of rotting meat and stingers in her three tails
Pierced my side as scorching hot pain in my mind grew
Nay, never again would I allow her these great strikes back
And smile of victory her new black heart so dearly sought
For in my hand, was the dagger of my stone cold truth
with the ring of relief my blood had previously bought
Stabbing in deep, dagger stopped her in her evil track
With that anguished and screeching cry she flew away
giving rise to the glory of sunrise and newborn hope
Today I recall - that evil beaming from her cold dead eyes
and her death- the night I hung her with a new rope
For darkness in my burning soul had always held its sway

Past midnight, gloomy sky and flailing red moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call

Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2016

FOR THE NEW, write like your favorite poet contest SPONSORED BY SEEKER.
I chose Poe..... because he held the same darkness that once plagued me so much- so, so long go..
Hell, I may even actually enter it... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Final Vow

When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .

Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.

My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.

As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now

R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Guile And Merciless Lies

I spared her my guile, my merciful lies
she was just fallen from Heavenly skies
Stone-cold heart in me, I abused so well
was destroyed under her angelic spell.

No reprieve could my lone spirit seek
for now love was strong, my darkness weak
As each new dawn raced to bring its sweet joy
returned I, to innocence when a boy.

Yet savage darkness in me did not leave
it would far too soon give me cause to grieve
I fought that blackest of all mankind's sins
that deed punished with Hell that never ends.

On blackest of nights, our first loving year
she saw my evil wrath, felt her last fear
I slashed and cut until all life had bled
looked I into, bluest of eyes now dead.

Again, my heart felt eternal torment
facing this misery of wrath hell sent
She that held my heart in its finest hour
destroyed under my cruel dark power.

Another dawn, there stood my angel anew
she was just fallen from Heavenly skies
Had Fate now turned, changing winds blew
torture, for my guile and merciless lies.

R.J. Lindley
JAN 22ND, 1978

(OLD) NOTE- Darkness this week, my good friend took her own life, far away in another state..
I once held her close but life saw us part..
She went to find her dreams and I stay here to play my sad part.

NEW NOTE-
Life full of mystery and living long, brings memories of a very old pain.
Living these extra years but what does one finally gain?
Perhaps peace and a time to understand,
that man is fallen, and to often walks about blindly, in his own dark land..
A dark poem from long ago.
Shared now because we all have past pains that need to see the light of day..
Always I wonder, could I have saved her if I had not been so selfish, wild and crazy back then..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nature's Gift

Windy night's storm passed, now came soothing breeze
embraced, fallen flowers sprang up with ease.
Where night's fury had vent awesome wrath
dawn's joyous return gave another path.

As clouds parted and glowing sun beamed down
busy was blessed day in this, my town.
Streets were flooded with shopping underway
packed crowds very eager to find and pay.

Breeze picked up, sending cool, brief shower
Nature yet again showed healing power.
Crops soaked in gift of sweet, refreshing rain
so soon, washed away dark storm's enraged pain.

Night's storm flown away, now came soothing breeze
flying everywhere were the birds and bees.

R.J. Lindley,
April 15th, 1974


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

War Demanded

If only man were like a stout oak tree
Standing proud and tall for the world to see
Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last
Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast

Reality presents a very different and forceful demand
Greed calls for taking others blood , treasure and land
No small trick starting another evil and bloody war
With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar

Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded
Up is down when right becomes so underhanded
Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken
Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken

Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside
Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride
Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure
After that the vultures descend to take the treasure

R.J. Lindley
From decade past (1970's), edited Mar 23, 2011, and again August 24 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Smile, The Quest To Once Again Embrace

The great depth of sun-gleamed dancing seas painted in
blue,
Tidal surges that swell in gracing full-moon's hue:
Where all Nature bows its strong, powerful head
too!

Seeking ever more blessed glories across this wide
world,
Oft hidden as is the jewel of Nature's finest pearl:
All for the truest love of her, my shimmering dream
girl.

Within great journey from dark depths of lost love's
throes,
Long aching years, ebbing pain in my mind grows:
Searching heaven and earth hit with unyielding
blows.

Time and Fate may bring sought- this dream in soft
treasure,
Of my quest , epic suffering granted in heavy measures:
Burned by day and night's furies awaited only to find her
pleasures.

R.J. Lindley,
June 24th, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Place Beyond The Horizon, Dwelling In Sunset's Red

Place beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
all is right - no compromising, silk sheets on every bed
Cool streams lead to good, world exists with no stains
love wins just as it should, nights hold no dark pains

Beyond the horizon, hell's great fury can never invade
new morn's sweet rising, bright life hope has made
Days spent in wonder, dancing to promises of more
ships sailing seas of splendor, from shore to shore

Paradise in the seeing, Nature's well hidden palace
glory in the being, free of man's hatred and malice
Earth's greatest pleasure, love-filled beyond measure
time spent in leisure, where true love is the treasure

Beyond red skyline's glow, loom castles of eternity
wrapped in sincere love's, great hope and serenity

R.J. Lindley
July 9th, 1971

Note- Written long ago-centuries it now seems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Fight or A Fantasy ?

Ages ago on a mountain ledge I slew my foe
A warrior that utterly refused to yield
As blood lay rich upon the cold packed snow
I took his valiant life , his sword and his shield

A memory from a cold and distant past
A dream from a memory darkened by sleepless nights
A chill sent so very hard and fast
A flash of many thrilling and honorable fights

Fleeting whispers sent to cast off doubt
Of standards now demanded to be cast aside
Rage , furiously rage against death's final shout
Dead heroes welcoming no tales of glory and pride

Hades embraces fallen soldiers that failed the test
Of virtue, resolve and duty soundly done
Pride, courage , glory and all the rest
Pale in comparison to a justice so honorably won.

Awaken from a sweat soaked dream
I wondered had I saw another man's fate
So real, so very real it did seem
To be the closing of my earthly gate...

R.J. Lindley

[crin63]

Get Off That Knee And Take A Stand


So who are you
To be so smug
You have it all
But still a thug


Taking a Knee
Refusing to stand
But that's your right
In this our land


You act abused
The Kool-aid drunk
But what a joke
You’re just a punk


Here you’re free
To be that bum
But you blind yourself
To be that dumb


For men have died
They paid the price
For you to live
Their sacrifice


Color doesn’t matter
They fought for right
Side by side
Both Black and White


Now, get off that knee
And take a stand
You salute our flag
In this free land


You stand and sing
A voice that's proud
You belt it out
And make it loud


Because that banner
It still waves
O’er the land of the free
The home of the brave

Author - C.R. Rigali

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Darkness Leading Into Silent Tombs


At night, hallway between our distant bedrooms
that darkness leading into silent tombs,
I know the pain of your quiet despair,
where foul shadows float though the air.

Memories of that day, those dastardly deeds
bequeath a crop of ever darker seeds,
I feel the anger and loss deep in your cave
that agonizing hurt, loss of the love you gave.

Yet you see not the greater wrong done me
tight chains that kept me from being free,
and how your blindness took away my sight
as we both now - embrace misery day and night.

If only we could wake from these never ending dreams
Find dear mercy and light, that both our heart redeems

R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 17th, 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Was Once So Dear And Finally Again Found

To have so sadly lost and yet now again tis found
more to life than planting seed in fertile ground
Living is much more than what we see, touch and hear
it is sublime happiness in every joyful tear
Holding sweet the heart's true love long and tight
knowing hope and love can make it alright
Basking in the sun and Nature's deep glory beheld
when our souls with nature's blessings meld
Asking for that promise of each radiant new dawn
seeing bright flowers gracing our front lawn
Dancing into abundant light of heaven and earth
begging, begging for more - with all our worth

What was once so dear and finally again found
Love and kisses, truly make this old world go round

R.J. Lindley
May 14th, 1981

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain



As we walk blindly into the dark night,
lit candles thrown away, denying sight
We climb up, onto great high cliffs to fall
heeding nothing not even warning call

We curse this ancient world in our great pain
we eat misery and embrace our pain
Yet in dark despair, we hope and we pray
each sad night, morn we wake to a new day!

In darkness, our souls find so little rest
we wonder forth but its only a test
To ever changing earth we are thus bound
living in nothing, parading around

What of Fate and our love's greatest treasures
we seek solace in our simple pleasures
Begging only for return of clear morn
OUR ONLY HOPE, AGAIN TO BE REBORN

Yet coming dawns bring anew, hope and prayers
to divine guidance that loves, truly cares
In our sad rooms, we often beg to dance
YET WE OFTEN FIND, LIFE IS BUT MERE CHANCE

Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Heart's Deep Song

Grant me for sweet remembrance sake
Some golden gift that I may take
With me into that region
Awaiting me when love is gone,
The jewel that held thy fragrant hair
Against the winds of March; a share
Of lavender thy fringed lawn
Nestled among until dawn;
A broken bridge, a tattered string
Of thy deep lute's dismembering;
The many-beaded beryl zone
That thy still orisons hath known;
Or, that my heart may be at ease,
Tell me the bliss thy vision sees;
Sing me the secret of thy faith
That I may find thee beyond death.

R.J. Lindley,
April 17th, 1972

Note-
In youth I sought the winds that sing aloud
bringing in music of each new day
I was bold, hungry and quite proud
yet life's selfish yearnings got in my way

Looking back, great life was there to be had
if only my anger had not held sway
I was so wild, crazy and yes, a bit bad
for which truth and justice made me pay

Ah, but who hasn't regret about youthful misdeeds
about fine treasures so stupidly lost
I that happily sowed far too many dark seeds
sadly now reap, the inevitable high cost

When youth in folly thinks not but then leaps
should it shock, to find, Fate plays for keeps

Started as just a short note--turned into an unfinished poem.
My muse taunts me today... at her sweet pleasure..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Never Greater Shall Ever Come Again


A golden apple from a golden tree
that is what sweetness of youth was to me
Never happier have I ever been
never greater shall ever come again

Each new dawn greater mysteries unfold
to we too reckless, too wild and too bold
Where bright sunshine gave cause to dance and play
we in merriment lost ourselves each day

Nights brought promises of love, often more
crazy in romance we sought just to score
Now aged wisdom, such folly we see
carelessly, we wasted fruit from youth's tree

Never happier have I ever been
never greater shall ever come again

Robert J. Lindley, 9-23-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poetry, More Than Breath Of Pretty Words

I will not sell my soul for vanity
nor loud applause that rings in so shallow
Although I prefer quiet and smooth sea
my anger, sometimes must out loud bellow

I will not dare cross such a tragic line
for life is honor, principles held tight
Not only sweet desserts on which to dine
but also seeing clear in dark of night

I would rather eat bread of humble pie
than many dark rotted fruits of false praise
For nothing gained in believing a lie
even should such be the accepted craze

Poetry, more than breath of pretty words
its life, singing of true angelic birds

Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights

My thoughts carried as in arrows swift flight
Each bad day, loneliness and misery;
More to come- dying sun gives wicked night,
long and sadder became desperate pleas.

Where once cherished fires burned brilliant glow,
Now treads shadow host of my vanities;
Lost heart stood aloof, cold as coldest snow
casting forth red-pain and profanities.

Not realized, plans of joy and future life
Nor again- moments of her sweet touch;
Yet held deepest, poems of our love, my wife
This world, I would give, to have again such.

In darkness, my soul in lost battle fights,
Images of her, in dreams on lonely nights.

R.J. Lindley,
April 21st, 1976

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Note--Old sonnet, real bad time in my young life ..
So often we are made strong-- by the depth of the fires that burned us so severely.......

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Watching Over Him Until Their New Start

She was his everything lost, late last Fall
her soft touch, her sweet kiss, her blue eyes
rare gems that he would forever recall
being with her, cruel world now denies

She gave to him, true life and stars that shine
days of joy, nights of romantic splendor
such heavenly food and taste of red wine
now he prayed again, my God please send her

She gave him, dreams that soothed his broken heart
promises of paradise where she waits
watching over him until their new start
as decreed by vows of love and the Fates

Her gave her, his love, his dreams and his all
Vowed to HER, before her loss, late last Fall

Robert J. Lindley, 10-03-2016

Note- Written for contest--may even enter it.-Tyr

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bright As That Saving Star In The Far North

Send my restless soul where cool, sea breeze blows
Across sky, blue waters and rocky shoals,
Into green valleys in peaceful slumbers
Upon the weary, IN UNTOLD NUMBERS,
Searching for soothing comfort from above
Finding only sweet relief in true love.

Send that blessing, with long, romantic nights
Moonlight bathing lovers in gleaming lights,
Beneath stone shrines in majestic blue hills
Lay gems in dreams of even higher thrills,
Promise - CONTINUED PARADISE ON EARTH,
Misery cries, nothing else is of worth.

In this my deep dream, let Heaven shine forth
Bright as that saving star in the far North.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2016


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written as a reply to the Dylan thread in the Lounge - His Nobel Prize win.


I decided to write a tribute to Dylan's greatest song..
And yes, I know it can never match (or even come close to) the genius of the original... -Tyr


Watching That Slow Red-Sun Falling Down


Watching that slow red-sun falling down
Night will bring on heartache even more
Nothing good ever happens in this lonely town
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

I am too tired, too damn blind to ever see
Relief that could this tortured mind restore
Has life and love's power fled far from me
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

Nothing ever removes this tragic frown
As I rail and curse Fate forever more
King has fallen, lost his hollow crown
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2016 - with verses borrowed from the greatest song Dylan ever wrote..... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In The Warmth Of My Eternal Clasp

Darling flower of sweetness, pretty face,
slender tree of heart's dear and true desires,
wealth impossible to ever replace
and that gift of passion's greatest fires-
you the angel of my long cherished dreams*.

Within your garden my mind seeks relief,
memories of thy soft gentle touch,
dare I not abandon, that Love's belief
although fleeting, Fate, gave us far too much-
live thee again, in my heart''s longest cry*.

Where my dearest, rests thy deep caring soul,
after death tore thee from my faithful grasp,
truth, thy spirit lies not in that dark hole
but in the warmth of my eternal clasp-
our love, torn apart but can never die*.

Fate, tho' cruel, yields thus to love's final schemes.*

Robert J. Lindley, 10-15-2016

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Note- Decided to write something other than a sonnet this morn.
After reading a couple dozen poems- thought to write in my way from my youth.
Poetry form -- Romanticism.. inspired from this poem fragment, written back in 1973..

You the angel of my long cherished dreams*
Live thee again, in my heart''s longest cry*
Our love, torn apart but can never die*
Fate, tho' cruel, yields thus to love's final schemes.*

R.J. Lindley,
APRIL 19TH, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Slow Rolls The Tide

Slow rolls the tide-
Greater than a mountain avalanche, the power-
Seething in its rage, nothing does it hide
From sun's hot beams or night's darkest hour.

Slow flows world's time-
Finite within this small measured space-
Mysteries abound, often far too sublime
For mankind in its sad futile race.

Upon that granite wall
Etched in fine stone, words to be read-
No clear warning- "writing upon the wall"-
Just cold silence from the war's dead.

Slow rolls the tide-
This world holds deep its seeping rot-
None are eager to leave the Fated ride
All greedy to keep what they got.

Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide

What in life, holds saving key-
When will mankind ever learn-
How can dearest love and sweetest life ever be
If Heaven and Truth, mankind shall faithfully spurn?


R.J. Lindley
March 23rd, 1976 (fragment)/ 10/16/2016

Note- Fragment written in 1976...
Edited and finishing verses written this morn (40 years later).-Tyr

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Firebrands To Scorch Hands Of Fates

Firebrands To Scorch Hands Of Fates

One by one, the embers are dying,
Two by two, stars are aligning:
So much joy in the knowing;
That death was in the designing.

In by inch, the worms are turning;
Deep in the soil, life awaits:
Raindrops of truth hotly burning;
Firebrands to scorch hands of Fates.

One by one, centuries are bringing,
Mystical ships to safer ports;
There in unison angels singing;
cannons blasting ancient forts.

Inch by inch, universe is shrinking
Light of truth is near its goal;
Mankind shall soon be thinking;
Heaven is real, lets pay that toll.

Robert J. Lindley
Lin 7,8,9

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In My Deep Darkness

In my deep darkness,

sun and moon did not shine
In my deep darkness
life and love were never mine
In my deep darkness
misery and pain held the crown
In my deep darkness
I fell farther and farther down.

In my deep darkness,

I fought the world
for what it did to you
I fought the world
for I had not a clue
I fought the world
for what it did to me
I fought the world
until I was no longer free.

In my deep darkness,

your wise words still haunted me
In my deep darkness
your love watered my dead tree
In my deep darkness
one day your light finally fell
In my deep darkness
your love retrieved me from Hell.

R.J. Lindley, 1989



Note-- This poem was written in 1989, 20 years to the day, after my father's death (he died from cancer, on morning of his 68th birthday in 1969).. That greatest loss in my life utterly destroyed me. .
I went into an angry rage that fought the world for 20+ years.
(Granted, although some may question whether I've truly recovered yet)...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poetry Thoughts

Poetry Thoughts

I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to my vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!

Words given by ancient gnarly trees
echoes embraced from tumbling seas
Sounds of silence in forested glen
far away from greed and wiles of men

Cry from distant stars or cold stone
shadows dancing by moonlight shown
Fleeting grabs at moments of serenity
promising future gift of infinity

I am giant tree reaching to the sky
spreading my limbs out and so high
Mirror of Life's fantastic desires
a creature cast from heavenly fires

I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to a vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!

Imagination brings sweet words to ink
volleys from ship impossible to sink
Heart beaten into indestructible bell
Sounding red rose, eating its smell

I am a river, flooding poetic page
servant of Nature, slave to my sage
Erupting volcano spewing heated ash
darkness that dares to live to smash

The great joy of seeing a newborn son
elation of finishing a marathon run
Memories of dancing in pouring rain
blessing of finding lost love again

I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to my vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!

__________________________
April 30, 2016

Rhyme

For the contest, Poetry _________ Fill in the Blank
sponsor, PD



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Rummaging through old poems, found this one and decided to give it new air..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Prayer Offered For Sincere Love


Gentle touches that caressed her aching heart,

never she knew greater from a man-

His tender tones whispering romantic vows à la carte,

quenched her hot desires for love in a burning flame.

Having been hurt by previous lover playing a game

hoping this new love held her in a divine plan-

In her fervent dreams, Romeo was his name,

was she again, tragic victim of an errant Cupid's dart?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2016

Contest Description

Write a poem on any theme using the rhyme scheme I used below

(not sure if it's an actual form but let's try it)

A - B - A - C - C - B - C - A

1. no names/date at bottom
2. any theme
3. no forced rhyme (just because a word ends in -ing does not necessarily mean it rhymes)
4. PLEASE use correct rhyme scheme!!


Rhyme scheme used, A - B - A - C - C - B - C - A

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deep In The Mountain Tarns

Deep in the mountains,
Beyond a lost road,
Mystical spirits
Have their wild abode.

Lonely abysses
Of primeval dread,
Forests were freely
the shy fairies tread.

The eagle hovers
In safety there,
With keen eyes watching
Nest and lair.

Green are those waters,
Dark as ancient bronze,
Harbors for the souls
Of dreaming swans.

Through mossy branches,
Through cavernous rifts,
Red-sun down
Cool fragrance drifts.

He who enters
That lost abode
Never more needs
A wandering road.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2016

Note:
tarn
[tahrn]

Word Origin
noun
1.
a small mountain lake or pool, especially one in a cirque.
1300-50; Middle English terne < Old Norse tjǫrn pond, pool

www.dictionary.com/browse/tarn
A dialectal word popularized by the Lake poets. tarn in Science Expand. tarn. (tärn) A small mountain lake, especially one formed as a glacier melts, filling a cirque with water.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dance With Me , Sweet Adele

Dance with me , sweet Adele,
where moonlight soaks ancient trees:
For such memory explodes my soul and soothes my spirit,
a date upon magical soil.

You that weave eternal, enchanting dreams,
fear not, my love walks with thee- and
where cool winds reward the gleaming dawn
our souls unite in lavish splendor.

Dance with me , sweet Adele,
upon distant foreign shores
wrap your arms around this aching mind.
Utter those sweet words that forever bind me
unto thy bosom and luscious lips.

My Adele, dance again with me-
even if out of pity:
For my loneliness and regret of not holding you more
For my wicked ways, my dark, vain words-
and that Fate has punished me a thousand times more!

Robert J. Lindley, , 11/1/2016

Note- Began decades ago-finished this morn. Her name was not Adele but
since she was a real person in my life and all my family and hers as well would realize
our hidden romance so many decades ago, I changed the name.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Then Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream

Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.

Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.

And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps,
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.

And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.

Robert J. Lindley , 11-13-2016

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https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=fallows+meaning

Fallows
fal·low1 'falo/ noun
plural noun: fallows
1. a piece of fallow or uncultivated land. verb 3rd person present: fallows
1. leave (land) fallow. Origin Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
fal·low2 'falo/ noun plural noun: fallows a pale brown or reddish yellow color.

Origin Old English falu, fealu . Translate fallows to Use over time for: fallows

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http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aureole

Aureole
noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\ Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole
1 a : a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage
b : something resembling an aureole UNSUPPORTED CODE
2 : radiance, aura UNSUPPORTED CODE
3 : the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist : corona
4 : a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion aureole transitive verb

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Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses. I learned long ago, my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.

Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.

Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.

Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.

R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989

1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling

2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122

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Note- I had her but my mad wild streak drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hold My Feet To Red-hot Purifying Fires


Hold my feet to red-hot purifying fires,
but give me decades to live in her desires;
A ride upon her enticing paradise ship
let that be my last enchanting passion trip-

And in those fleeting years my new spirit will soar,
life will be mystery and never a bore;
Should I then and there perish in heart's greatest glee
give alms, toss my white bones into peaceful sea-

If ever you think about it, have deep regrets
be assured I lived well, won all the huge bets;
Friend, if by chance you ever get to hold these feet
you shall hear me, these wise 'ole words then repeat-

Hold my feet to red-hot purifying fires,
but give me decades to live in her desires.


Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2016

Sonnet , Lin 12,11,12,11


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 11 12 11 0 12 11 12 11 0 12 11 12 11 0 12 11
Total # Syllables: 161 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 124

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Pray For Mercy And A Tally Not Too Precise


When years of my life are measured for next realm's path,
I pray dear mercy and blind eye to youthful deeds.
I did so sin, in my rage and black-hearted wrath,
sought icy cold beer seeking time to sow wild seeds.

What man can claim meekness and good all his life long,
walking in peace and aiding those so much weaker
Then, I danced jubilantly to love in song
fool long ago, was only a pleasure seeker!

Now facing fleeting Time and Fate's loud ticking clock
THIS WEEPING SOUL PRAYS FOR MERCY SWEET AND DIVINE
Proud of my both my fist, hammers as hard as rock
now I know it was all soft as rot on the vine.

When life is judged for entry into paradise
I pray for mercy and a tally not too precise!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 12/12
136 words


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 136

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fear Of The Judgment

Cut, knife her pure heart, and drain blood for pain
Your black-hearted soul no mercy dare show
Fear of the judgment, having to explain
Why thy heart rests within icy cold snow.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016

Poetry form- Quatrain

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Each Day, Fate Shatters Thy Clock


When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?

When low dark clouds, cast bitter lights
With dawn's sweet birth so far away
Gaze thee not at alluring sights
For tarrying will make thee pay!

When each hour, cuts like a hot knife
Thy mind screams for it all to stop
Consider, thy fighting such strife
Well before the big hammers drop!

When dark falters, thy heart may see
Moon and bright stars shining at night
Hope is not being a dead tree
Morn's blessing coming into sight.

When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016

Poetry form , Repeated Lin 8's

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 133

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Thy Love-Realm I Would Gladly Live And Die

Feeding thy mind soft-sweet words, heart wrapped in pure silk
thou art breathe of morn, treasure of thy mother's milk;
composing within feverish high prancing gleams,
flowing in fantastic velvety seamless seams.

This poet-spirit lives solely within thy grace
its rare gentleness and warm welcoming embrace;
send this day, dearest words of thy beating heart's pleas,
paradise, romance made by both our shining seas.

In that feast, where heaven showers with love-gold flakes
thy kisses art panacea for this soul aches;
thy voice singing songs that make earthen angels cry
for in thy love-realm I would gladly live and die.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2016

Form - Rhyme , LinA (ROMANTICISM) 12/12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Lines:12
Total # Words: 100

NOTE- COMPOSED FOR CONTEST, MAY EVEN ENTER IT..- ;)-TYR
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I Got It

The eternal and beautiful love you cast into my soul!
the gentle ways you heal my worries and cares
The loving heart you gave , letting me think I stole!
purity as white as Spring's sweet love renewing airs


So many joys and nights of pure deep loving thrills
words whispered in madly passionate haste
Love's sweetest milk drank with never any great spills
love's food consumed with never any waste


The devotion that inspires me to deeply love again
to run ahead yet again without any dark fears
To believe, to say sincere prayers ending with Amen
to feel joy so deeply my blue eyes flood with tears.

Robert L. 05-26--2014


Written this morn for my wife to find in her purse later this afternoon when she
goes shopping ..... I dearly love to surprise her!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Days Gifts, Nights Rest

Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
sunrise and school children begin to run about
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay
ever returning like beautiful rainbow trout

Lazy day fishing in shade by a favorite stream
ease and comfort that brings smiles galore
So peaceful almost seems a wonderful dream
bless me, bless me with many more

Each week brings many joys and sorrows
hard times spring about like a midday frog
Yet I yearn for ten thousand more tomorrows
floating down swift river like a newly fallen log

Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Ancient Summons

Take up thy spear at sunrise
And climb the riven crags,
Where none have been before thee
But mist and mountain stags;
And sing the song of parting
From lute and budding breast,
For blood-moons shall gleam and wane
Ere thou shalt reach thy rest.
Sing to the soaring breezes,
The seaward -winding streams,
That when battle-storm is lulled
They bless thee in thy dreams.
The mountain gods shall hear thee,
Gods of frost and fire,
And pierce thy heart with gladness
As pure as thy desire.

R.J. Lindley

Syllables Per Line: 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6
Total # Syllables: 104
Total # Words: 87

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Painting Reminds Me

Her painting reminds me of dangers of this earth
the fleeting years and hours, what are they truly worth?
Bad times the deep blues bring on long nights so weary
MORNS ARRIVE WITH PALE SUNBEAMS AND SHADOWS DREARY!

When paths race on to panic in darkest of dreams
find life is folly and falling for evil schemes.
Where tall trees rain down huge limbs upon aching heads
if we survive, we spend years on serious meds!

Yes dear! Your painted face brings such terrors anew
with images of relief now so long overdue.
Yet every time I reach over to take it down
I see it change, to an even more wicked frown!

Cursed painting reminds me of times on this earth
the fleeting years and hours, what are they truly worth?

Robert Lindley, 12-26-2016

Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 131


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fair Maiden, Forever This True Love Hold

In your gold cage, I desire to grow old
in your house of romance, I dance.
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
our hands were not joined by mere chance!

In thy warm heart, I pray we never part
may we sail upon calm blue seas.
Tis wrong to deny love dwells in each heart
must I now fall on bend-ed knees?

Remember thy vow, June night we first met
that first kiss and its honeyed-glow.
Life is wild, we have won its greatest bet
together we face life's great show!

In your gold cage, I desire to grow old.
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold.

Robert J. Lindley,
(first draft- Aug. 19th, 1976)
Edited (slightly) today-December, 27th)

Sonnet, Lin 10/8/10/8

Syllables Per Line: 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8
Total # Syllables: 108
Total # Words: 92

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Found To Be, A Simple Man

After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, a simple man surely came to be.
For each new dawn, no longer met with frown.
Instead came joyful smiles from a calming sea.

After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, raced to return to my simple roots.
Not one wanting greatest fame and renown
I walk in my peace in my own simple boots.

Sought out for myself a pretty simple girl
gave her all of this simple spirit's heart.
Took her out night-dancing in a big whirl
was kind and true to her from our loving start.

Simply blessed to have found my pretty wife.
Now simply living without darkness and strife.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2016

Sonnet, Lin 10/11..


Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 11
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Lines: 21 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wide-winged Birds Of Prey In Such Sweet Heavenly Flight


Captured in fragments over centuries of dark dreams
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above waves of wavering, golden crops - ancient trees
They eye wantonly, that maze of deep forested streams.

On urgent winds, they glide in high solitary arcs
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above chaos, that mankind unforgivably made
They descend upon victims as long feathered sharks!

With beauty that rivals bright stars glimmering above
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above storms, those wrapped in man's evil, destructive heart
High flying beauties, prettier than morning doves!

Robert J. Lindley , 1-02-2016

Rhyme, Lin 13/12
Syllables Per Line: 13 12 13 12 0 13 12 13 12 0 13 12 13 12
Total # Syllables: 150
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!

Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with soft touch
Tall trees wrapping such gentle slopping yards
Often this beauty just seems way too much
Never knew this blessing was in the cards!

How was this treasure hidden from my view
Clear streams flowing with splashing fish each Spring
I FEEL IN MY HEART PAYMENT IS OVERDUE
IF I HAD A FIDDLE I WOULD PLAY AND SING!

Famous mountains are near but just out of sight
I care not but some day's visit I just might!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 112
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Written today for contest.
Will enter there immediately after posting here.-Tyr


EDIT---
CONTEST RESULTS IN TODAY----

Resting In These Tennessee Hills
2nd place
Sonnet about where you live 1/28/2017 12:00:00 AM
Contest judged- Yes , date 1/7/2017 9:14:00 AM

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Two Lovers Quarrel

My baby cried, what do you think you miss?
Is not, holding my hand, good as my kiss?
So why the sad, sad face that stirs my ire?
Do you no longer feel inside my fire?

Yes my baby, I feel fire that so warms.
I swear always, keep you from worldly harms.
So why do you in ire question me so?
Do not my passionate desires you know?

Yes my darling, I feel flames you emit.
You are my honey, I am your it.
I feel romantic waves from your huge heart
We were destined lovers, from blessed start!

Yes baby, your touch, I find cloud nine!
I swore oath, that forever you'd be mine!
So kiss me again, feel my hot desires!
Please, please vanish your ill-begotten ire's!

My darling, I forgot why we speak such
All I know is I love you, far too much!
Too much to ever doubt your deep romance
Yet I see girls give, more than just a glance.

Yes baby, I see that and so much more
You are paradise on heavenly shore
THE REASON I VOW TO FOREVER LIVE
HOLDING ON FIRM, SWEETEST TRUE LOVE YOU GIVE!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 196

Form- Rhyme- (ROMANTIC)
Ten syllable verses

Note- For new contest, may even enter it...lol -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Come To Me Love, So That Tender Heart Swells

Gone, our days dancing in the splashing rain
Awaiting the great mists of transcending time
My love, you taught me to ride a hurricane
Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes
Consider the moment you wake this coming morn
Walking streets paved with nameless stones
Grains of sand, pretending to be boulders
Cool winds grace the soft emerging twilight
Memories of crossing fires and true romance
Hold my loving hand gently in your hand
Your gold hair hung just right on your shoulders
Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom

Those sounds that now arrive in early morn
Those were golden days of splendor
Sit beside this gentle flowing stream
Morning dew glistens in anticipation
When I slumber where rushing waters play
River laps softly, a rainbow sings
Once I sought but love ran away
Climbing that hill, your heart within my soul
Hears that whisper, lovers in epic romance
You are my life, longing for you
The view, where led that path not taken
Who knew your forever was, a lover's query

Yet hope promises a new dawn each day
Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain
Goddess of my passion two hearts a'praying
Sunshine embraces my soul, drinking from mercy's cup
In sky's thundering heart, weeping for your sweet hand
We are but a mere blink, Fall sets to turn
Huge blue eyes that speak, seek fairness and love
On the high mountaintop I see the stars
We walked the night sands, moon shining down
Nights so love-locked in your arms, fill up a scroll
Caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017

Romanticism

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My second poem , created from titles of my other poems previously posted both here and elsewhere.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For Moon Shines Down Despite Sun's Coming Glare

What could life ever give in its returns
within each new dawn's slow warming chambers-
more piles of white ash from hot fiery burns
sores nobody dares to remember?
Could Achilles deny his raging will
temper his ardor for war's greatest fame,
nay, no more than he could so, his weak heel
and his mother's deep love that was to blame!
Denied truth in love, red-burnt rose too fair
how bad should jaded, longing spirit react
For moon shines down despite sun's coming glare
as if each night's great glee is the first act.

R. J. Lindley
April 17th, 1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Keep Your Ship Rock Steady, Trim And Afloat!

When dark rustle in the pines flushes forth
Cold, cold blows lively winds from the far North
Your human heart may in its bed arise
Seeing but faint sparkles through blinded eyes
Weather each dark storm with hope's biggest coat
Keep your ship rock steady, trim and afloat!

When greater glee in life, quickly wears off
Do so much more than shake your head and scoff
Blue-worms in corn, weevils in high cotton
No need look, smell tells something is rotten
If glass is half empty, just fill it up
If plate is found broken, break matching cup!

When sorrows rush in, like weeds in the fields
You push and push harder, yet nothing yields
Watch for clouds to break away to show sun
You get busy, too busy to have fun
Consider mighty toils earth's lowly ants
Lace tighter you shoes, hitch up big-boy pants!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Rhyme

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 146

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Not the norm but I was reading a history book about 20 minutes ago and this entire first stanza popped right into my mind!
I stopped to jot in down and the rest just came poring out..
When I went to edit this, not one word did I change, and it was in perfect ten syllable verses the first draft.!
This is not the norm...
I hope it is not a warning sent about -- "something evil this way comes"!-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wide Eyes Absorbing That Magical Scene


Upon night's clear sky, moon glowing its best
Soft breeze, swirling gently in silent tune
That gleaming star shining high in the West
Companion for Heaven's striking big moon!

Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
With its proof we are souls wanting to fly
Earthen ground reflecting brightest moon-sheen
Tears born of pure joy, not a sad, sad cry

As dawn comes to wipe, to gift us new views
We may feel pains of sorrow losing this
Should we not celebrate having the two
For surely either lost, we'd dearly miss!

Should mankind ponder why such great, bright gifts
Tis Heaven's view to earth, that so uplifts!

by Robert J. Lindley
1-23-2017
Sonnet-10

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Note-
This sonnet was written this morn, as I watched dawn approach this happy family home, hidden away in these magnificent hills!
Earth, Sky and Heaven sent moon's gleaming views away to birth early dawn's great gifts to mankind!--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Silver Sheaths And Gems Are Not Listed Needs

Promise not, which hand and mind can not deliver
silver sheaths and gems are not listed needs.
This world and poor in life loves a cheerful giver,
red blood flows freely whenever one bleeds!

Should you promise, your heartfelt and dearest of dreams
what on earth more, could any man dare ask?
Life and Love are not clever little mortal schemes
one profits nothing wearing a false mask!

Can you see wisdom in this, holding out for more
with hope and kindness as your saving keys?
Beach-sand is not better on distant foreign shores
neither is, living life of begging please!

Walk with a giving soul, happiness there abides
With greater wisdom one can in peaceful, soft-strides!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017
Sonnet form- LIN 12/10

Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Words: 117

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

After reading several poems by foreign poets, I was inspired to write this sonnet.
As their poems set my mind to thinking about kindness and how we are all human and in need of
such at different times in our mortal lives!--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Far Away Glow, Life's Gems In Celestial Fires

Divine throne, were His Love and Truth never expires
Where rests understanding well beyond mortal grasp
In our brief journeys walked upon earthly realm
Too often we seek dark, sad and wasteful desires.

Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires

Beneath us rests Hades first huge, welcoming gate
With billion easy maps telling just how to reach
When we think of high heaven, streets of solid gold
We forget, fallen sheep are at mercy of Fate.

Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires

Yet in this Universe burns true soul saving Light
Eternal embers of bright celestial fires
He that molded man from created earthen clay
Would not have done so unless it all would end right.

Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires

Be of good cheer, there are doors to such paradise
Keys that require such a sincere and simple plea
Bread and water in Truth, He sent from far above
Already paid, with blood of his Son's sacrifice.

Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires

R. J. Lindley,
June 19th, 1977

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 228
Total # Words: 166

Note: This was written long ago.
Edited today to reach uniformity in 12 syllable verses.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


Could only muster enough writing energy to edit an old poem today.
Hope tomorrow to reach a happier place and maybe write something new..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Are We Mortal Men Or Blinded Field Mice?

Dare I forgive, this sadder light of day
Stumble within its long, dark corridors.
Crawl forth, this body made of earthen clay
Begging for sweet relief and nothing more?

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Nay! One must rise up and dare to Fate fight
Sew Life's cuts with courage and stronger thread.
Walk not in servitude, dark of dark night
Waiting only dreaded day we are dead!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Life's greatest blessing is also our foe
For it rests within Time's dark clutching hands.
We were made with souls, so that we may know
We are imprisoned on these earthly lands!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

With that key left, for each to seek and find
One may enter paradise's golden streets.
Deep in our hearts, love that can save each mind
Awaits beyond our sad earthly defeats!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017
(Rhyme)


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 182


Note:
Slowing light came back to shine, into a blinded lost soul
all that great loss was not all mine, yet quite sincerely I feel,
I just may have felt its greatest toll.
I woke up at 2 am this morn, could not sleep.This poem started and demanded that I get up to finish it.
My muse yet slept(as she is often even lazier than I), so instead of the usual forty-five minutes it would take me and her to write a poem of this length,
it took me writing alone, a bit over three hours!
What a relief to finish this finally(!), and this poem has been posted without any edits.
Although edits may yet come after I reread it again tomorrow, if I find typo's, etc.. -Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Edit made to Note....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Found this old poem today. Written when I was young and thought the world could change if enough humans just saw the light.
I then did not know, that the Light must be sought and embraced if any MEANINGFUL AND LASTING CHANGES OCCURS AT ALL.-Tyr


Shall Mankind Ever Stop Repeating Insane Actions?

Thousand years distance, Hope's Truest of Truths cheered,
in its abundance within hearts seeking only peace
Yet there also, darkest forces played loose at night
bestowing grave doubt and aches upon mankind
Amidst this chaos, peace became a lost ghost
war raced in to fill that sad and empty space
When apathy won, death became a ghastly meadow
as dancing dark demons paraded forth and jeered,

Thousand years to come, shall Hope find a repeat
where black shadows invade to destroy more lives
Never say never, for evil sails upon blackest of seas
death lurks under malignant waters set to destroy
Shall we again in arrogance welcome such Dark
raging mad in ravenous flesh destroying appetites
Or will some saving angel travel here to then appear
and our embraced insanity, with true light defeat!

Thousand years distance, Hope's Truest of Truths cheered,
in its abundance within hearts seeking only peace
Yet there also, darkest forces played loose at night
bestowing grave doubt and aches upon mankind
Amidst this chaos, peace became a lost ghost
war raced in to fill that sad and empty space
When apathy won, death became a ghastly meadow
as dancing dark demons paraded forth and jeered,

Thousand years to come, shall Hope find a repeat
where black shadows invade to destroy more lives
Never say never, for evil sails upon blackest of seas
death lurks under malignant waters set to destroy
Shall we again in arrogance welcome such Dark
raging mad in ravenous flesh destroying appetites
Or will some saving angel travel here to then appear
and our embraced insanity, with true light defeat!

R.J. Lindley,
March 22nd, 1973

Old Note- MAN'S CURSE IS HE IS DOOMED TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT HIS
ACCURSED EVIL AND CALL IT ENLIGHTENMENT.

New Note Today( 44 YEARS LATER) - MAN'S CURSE IS HE IS DOOMED TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT HIS ACCURSED EVIL AND CALL IT ENLIGHTENMENT.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Defying Lightning Bolts From Ancient Skies

Walking in the past, down memory lane
Seeking courage there, prove I am still sane
Sharp sword of truth cutting through many lies
Defying lightning bolts from ancient skies!

On that journey, to find peace, in new hope
Perhaps even falling down a rocky slope
Aware that my mind has deceived my heart
Seeking truth not deceptions, tis a new start.

Once reaching those imagined shining fields
I pluck forbidden fruits, to see what truth yields
Sword raised high, to cut in so much deeper
Found were black lies, gems of the grim reaper!

Walking in the past, down memory lane
Seeking courage there, prove I am still sane
Sharp sword of truth cutting through many lies
Defying lightning bolts from ancient skies!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2017
Rhyme

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Would Poe's Lonely Ghost Dare To Haunt Me



Why Would Poe's Lonely Ghost Dare To Haunt Me

Where I see ghosts rising from wayward hills
Brilliant streaks in lone solitary arcs
Darkest nights, such sights sends shivering chills
One knows such flashes are not imagined sparks

I see shadows dancing in moonlit clouds
Somber music bellows out their hatred
Some show hideous faces from behind shrouds
Sending down deep repugnant smells so putrid

Shall I just decide to call it bad dreams
Or Fate's wicked curse nightly sent my way
Edgar Allen Poe's words meld into my screams
Born of wicked-black deeds of my darkest days

Why would Poe's lonely ghost dare to haunt me
This poet's feeble words can not set him free

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2017
Sonnet (Dark)
Lin 10 10/11 11


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 11
Total # Syllables: 157
Total # Words: 107

Note: My son Justin, asked me to write a scary, dark poem.
Instantly Edgar Allen Poe came to mind.
These days everyone is a bold critic.. He at ten years old, after reading this, asked me to please write one a bit better!!
Take a guess at this ego bruised , dad-the tired poet's reply...
My muse laughed out loud and I wanted to sit down and cry....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Gunny]

Found To Be, A Simple Man

After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, a simple man surely came to be.
For each new dawn, no longer met with frown.
Instead came joyful smiles from a calming sea.

After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, raced to return to my simple roots.
Not one wanting greatest fame and renown
I walk in my peace in my own simple boots.

Sought out for myself a pretty simple girl
gave her all of this simple spirit's heart.
Took her out night-dancing in a big whirl
was kind and true to her from our loving start.

Simply blessed to have found my pretty wife.
Now simply living without darkness and strife.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2016

Sonnet, Lin 10/11..


Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 11
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Lines: 21 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114

Mama told me when I young, come sit beside me, my only son .... Ronnie Van Zant.

[Balu]

Note: My son Justin, asked me to write a scary, dark poem.
Instantly Edgar Allen Poe came to mind.
These days everyone is a bold critic.. He at ten years old, after reading this, asked me to please write one a bit better!!
Take a guess at this ego bruised , dad-the tired poet's reply...
My muse laughed out loud and I wanted to sit down and cry....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Never mind!
He is just a child yet. At these ages each of us was sure that we knew and could do everything better than anybody else. However the time passed and the Life proved how wrong we had been.
Unfortunately some fail to get rid of such an assurance till old ages. :slap:

[Gunny]

Never mind!
He is just a child yet. At these ages each of us was sure that we knew and could do everything better than anybody else. However the time passed and the Life proved how wrong we had been.
Unfortunately some fail to get rid of such an assurance till old ages. :slap:

Nevermind is right. But you need to figure out who the child is. Your lack of command of literature is abysmal. Try reading a book. You might learn something.

When I was young I was strong and owned the world

Those days are over now My daughter makes fun of me

Makes me so sick at times I want to hurl.

I'm still here. I've seen and heard everything I have seen and heard. The Bird is the Word. Learn to write. And if you try and wreck Tyr's thread you're going to make a new enemy.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once Lived Life As Both Fox And Chasing Hound

Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.

When fleeing forth in life at lightning pace
taking too much as I ran, a disgrace.
Never worried about deep and high costs
figured each cold Winter brought killing frosts.

When chasing old fox, my mind went astray
swearing to catch and eat him every day.
With each new dawn, my hunger more intense
I failed to see myself being so dense.

One sad dawn, I caught that shifty ole fox
his words showed me my big, dark prison box.
Blessed reprieve for him, I did not eat
His wisest move and both our greatest feat.

Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 164

Note- Inspired by Tim Smith's free verse poem--titled the -- The Fox And The Hound.
I do not do free verse very well, methinks, so I went with rhyme and in ten syllable verses.
Thank you my friend Tim Smith, for the great inspiration.. your free verse poem and its creativity
and depth inspired this effort by me , written in a much different poetry form.
I hope this poem written this morn, may honor your poem well, as an inspired tribute to it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As We Grow Old And We So Slowly Fade


As we grow old and we so slowly fade
we should ponder, how we are wondrous made.
Our brains are far more complex than we know
we are given hearts and not just for show.

Nature too, conspires to bring us along
with bees and birds gifting honey and song.
Consider blessings of Nature's flowers
or its snow laden high mountain towers.

Rejoice in treasures of vast blue skies
sweetness in our dear mothers apple pies.
Such rare gift as our yellow moon's soft rays
soothing memories of our happy days.

As we grow old and we so slowly fade
we should ponder, how we are wondrous made.
Our brains, are far more complex than we know
we are given hearts and not just for show.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2017
Rhyme

NOTE: Having now dared to live past 60, I find time to contemplate life, its mysterious, relationship to Nature and vagaries of Fate..
Especially Fate--that seems oft to be dark and vindictive in its renderings!
Why so oft does the very old get the greater gift of understanding that is so necessary when one is young?
Certainly so necessary if one is to avoid the many pitfalls of youth.
Conclusion is-- those pitfalls are not meant to be avoided.
As they serve to make the man/woman, be it for better or worse......

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 126

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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A RARE FREE VERSE POEM ..-TYR


Well, What Of It

What of it?
That I, in my time, break open logs and eat that ripe rich decay
Relish ancient stored remains as if bacon and eggs. As if hot coffee on a bitter cold morn.
As if, manna from Heaven fell at my old, tired feet.
Yes, you have me dead to right and haughty too! A stubborn soldier seeking, looking and cherishing times past. Holding ancient dreams!
Times that are not changing if I can help it. Should I cry, shout, stomp feet or just cringe at some of this new age folly?
Perhaps seek ways to make a quick exit and give over to the rotting mass?
Sell my heart and soul for a slice of bread and a devious pat on the head?
Nay, nay I say.. Such befits no man-- no man!
Such is the embracing of shallow dreams, fools gold and legs that can not walk!
Walk, walk says I.
Walk and be bold to speak. Speak to live on and be heard.
What of it?
I had my say, my anger poured out and I felt all the more human for daring so.
Feeling human, feeling alive and feeling that this world has less power over me that before.
And, and, and -Yes , what of it?

Robert J. Lindley,6-12-2017
(Free verse with a smile, still cherishing mom's apple pie)
(Waking to ancestral cries..)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Walking, Soft Dirt Road On This Moonlit Night


Walking, soft dirt road on this moonlit night
welcoming shadows flying forth to meet
This cool breeze flowing, all seems just so right
fireflies dancing about make it so sweet

Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace

Midnight sun, beams yellow streams on this soul
with light bounced in soft colored hues
Left behind, worries of wealth, lofty goals
treading barefoot free of cumbersome shoes

Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace

Majestic oak, turn back spot up ahead
oft sad to not further explore new lanes
Sleep bellows out, so soon time for soft bed
seek shelter from the coming heavy rains

Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace

R.J. Lindley
Sept 9th, 1974

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thy Silent Thoughts

So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.

R. J. Lindley,
November 9th, 1973
Form-Romanticism

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.

And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.

R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975

Note- Now posting this poem at PoetrySoup.com.. --4-21-2017

[jimnyc]

Note- Now posting this poem at PoetrySoup.com.. --4-21-2017

Wow, I did a search on your name on poetrysoup, looks like you've been published a great many times there! Congrats!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Memories Of The Shadowy Ford

I will seek the silent ways.
Unknown in sunnier days,
I will linger with the flowers
Not greeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things,-
The brook that sings
Its murmuring song
The woodland shade along,
Th moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning sun
Vanish in beauty and are one
With pure and unutterable love
And those dear soft spirits that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusted men.
I would forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.

I will arise
And leave you, and so find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your swift -run days;
My ways
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours.

R.J. Lindley
1977
Form- Classicism

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Their Veils Of Soft Morning Blue

Once more they cometh
In their veils of soft morning blue
Singeth dear, and are gone.
Happy are they who see the glint
Of their swift and silvery feet.

Whence came those winsome
Danaides of my dream
With sweet laughter laden,-
In a bright land a cheerful band
Dancing by a mossy stream?

R.J. Lindley
Form- Classicism
1977

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone
(Loss Of Hope)

Today my sad spirit rides long dark rails
as massive storms lash and churn great blue seas
Lost in deepest of blues, Hope's sweet hand fails
as I crash on broken and jagged trees.

Far beneath a once great and mighty perch
as Achille's fate approaches my life
I recall divine words from father's church
"seek thee, love in our dear Lord, during strife"!

I crawl in forests dark, wickedly deep
smell of evil, death and destruction burns
I cry for safety and warm place to sleep
relief from broken heart's many returns.

Where hides Light's most beautiful saving rays
Dusk comes, no help for man that falls and prays!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017
Sonnet

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: 110

Part one of- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017



Heaven Sending Clear Signs Of Hope's Return
(Sweet Hope Returns)

Solitary ray of light breaks grey dawns pain
flowing smoothly with emerging cool breeze
Am I dreaming or truly going insane
Is this apparition just another tease?

Confidence grows as majestic sun breaks through
heaven sending clear signs of Hope's return
That precious moment dear, I thought only of you
and just how once fiercely our great love did burn!

Songbirds soon began chirping softest tunes
life danced gaily through broad swaying trees
Then I pictured you dancing under glowing moons
blessed answer to sincere, desperate pleas

Time flew, I saw Hope had freed my aching heart
Night came, you came, ending our sad months apart!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2017
Sonnet( 11,10,12,11)

Syllables Per Line: 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 106

Part two of -- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How Can Deep Folly, Abject Blindness Banish Hope
(How Easily We Are Deceived, Hope Lost)


I recall darkness, creeping edges of power
ease of entry in that first forlorn hour.
No worries, as it entered with its soothing host
aye, but with one true goal, my soul to roast.

Thinking back, my guard I had foolishly let down
enters blackest stain, upon discarded gown.
This heart had abandon once intelligent mind
all in the name of glory, love to find!

So clear now, that wondrous Light I gladly blew out
with glee and joy this lost soul gave a shout.
How can deep folly, abject blindness banish Hope?
I willingly, was hung by my own rope.

Aye, deceptive powers seek out Hope to destroy.
Torture man and play with him as with a new toy.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2017
Sonnet(12,10,12,10)

Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Words: 120

Part Three of - Hope and its greatest Treasures..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall I Bring On Silver Plate, Red-Rose Resting Sweet


Shall I bring on silver plate, red-rose resting sweet
or a longing and sincere deep kiss next we meet?
Can we walk alone in meadows pretty and fair,
holding welcomed hands and cool winds blowing your hair?

Should we dare in offering up hearts clear and true
or wait until new morning brings sweetest love's dew?
Can we not, obey romance and destiny's gifts
or love's bright music, that dances soft and uplifts?

How can romantic hearts not join in deepest bliss?
Why not in our lives, we live to forever kiss?
Will we grow old together and hold firm our love?
Can we reject Fate, bright stars shining from above?

Will you return my vow of Love and greatest Hope?
Embrace passion's truth, agreeing now to elope?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2017
Sonnet(12,12,12,12)

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 128

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dreamers Seek Such Beauty As This

Truest love, great dreamer's finest dream
raindrops splattering down,
hope and truth wading in cool streams
gold luster, passion's crown.
Soft whistling wind on winter night
snow, Nature's sprinkled gown,
white beauty, such a splendid sight
bobsleds are racing down.

Sweet and dear this holiday scene
life, people living well,
snow color precedes Spring's bright green
Nature's soft chiming bell.
Dreamers seek such beauty as this
paddles in waters deep,
gliding in clouds of purest bliss
kisses in slumbered sleep.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-1998
(A Dreamer's Passionate Dream)

Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 8 6 8 6
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 80

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.

Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.

Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Nicola Byrne
Completed, 5-22-2017
(Romanticism)

Note- Has been a great honor to compose with my friend Nicola Byrne
and have as a result this poem. I could not have asked for better verses to
join with mine and harvest a poem we are both very proud of.
Her wondrous verses, as always, are beauty that sings and inspires..
Hope you may enjoy reading this harvest my friends.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Red Rose Longings Blown In Cool Morning Breeze

With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
Sun had deeply embraced bright blue skies
Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!

There I sat on our long wooden front porch
Fighting to re-light memory's great torch.
For what else could add to this wondrous scene
I in silence, had loved her since a teen!

Alas! Sorrow, since such was not returned
Yet this aching heart still so hotly burned.
Nothing left but thoughts of all I would miss
Her gentle touch, her delicious kiss!

Sat in a trance thinking only of her
Time tries to make such memories a blur!
I fight so hard to keep lost love alive
For this my weeping soul will always strive!

With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
Sun had embraced deeply bright blue skies
Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2017
Rhyme- (Ancient Longing Thoughts)

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 152

I rose early this morn determined to write each and every morn. To return to my former self and walk another brighter path..
I managed to write this from a memory I once held so dear. When I, as a young teen, failed to speak to her because of my great fear!
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When Scorched Earth Feels Warm To Thy Naked Feet

Tread dark paths, there no green pastures await
Woe to thee! For death and sorrow will come
Return to Light, tempt not thy future Fate
If not, agony cries, "come get thee some"!

When scorched earth feels warm to thy naked feet
Thou art lost! Race away from darkness then
For its hiding beast cries for feasts to eat
With epic hatred for souls of all men!

Savor these words, embrace Light lest night falls
Cleanse thine heart! Time is fast flowing away
Hope and Faith rest sound in all pleading calls
For mercy comes, to all that kneel to pray!

When on thy dark path ray of Light doth shine
follow its glow, saving grace will be thine!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2017
Sonnet- "Where Light shines darkness flees"..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written many, many centuries ago it now seems..
Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze!-Tyr


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 (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
June 24th, 1972

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 96
Total # Words: 66

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

After my reading several poems on the magnificent beauty and Nature scenes Autumn gifts, to find one to present here in my Poem of the Day thread, I decided to write one myself this very day.
This took much longer than I had anticipated and may need future edits but I will present it as is for now.
I hope you may enjoy..--Tyr



Spirits Leap To Touch Autumn's Splendor

When small fires and hot soups are needed,
We think to leave behind great summer greens
Looking back at crops long ago weeded
Recalling future promise of our teens,
Good-byes, waved to grains heavy and golden;
We give hellos to coming Autumn's hues
Memories stored from ancient years olden,
Admiration for past skies deep blues.

When keen hearts see beautiful leaves shedding;
Thoughts of winter's cold about to arrive
With wise caution, we add extra bedding,
For comfort and warmth needed to survive,
And vivacious colors found alluring,
We gladly view this bright colorful season,
As if beauty we be briefly touring
And love of life now has deeper reason.

In midst splashing colors and gems falling
Our souls may celebrate pages soon turning,
In sad hearts vacate places recalling,
With desires strong, deep and fiercely burning;
We see such bright color and falling gems
Spirits leap to touch Autumn's splendor
With tender voice, we sing cheerful new hymns
Thanking God with words soft, true and tender;

Within scenes and times now quite rewarding,
Paintings of joy and dear hope abounding,
We light morning fires with hopes regarding,
Daily lives giving clear shouts resounding,
Happiness in small pleasures growing
Foods prepared delicious for the season
Resting calm in so faithfully knowing
We may note Autumn's gifts for good reason.

Robert J. Lindley, 8- 11 -2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words: 206

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Alas! Truth Points To Man's Deep Hate

This dangerous world's love for war
with its evil and far flung stones
has done far too much to atone.
Fear now rules, man has gone too far!

Peace and paradise now mere dreams
with airy soiled beds there unkept
lives herded into dying streams.
Some seeing, with sad tears have wept!

Who shall arise to this world save
for such looming and massive clouds
predict too many early graves.
Earth filled with radiation shrouds!

Alas! Truth points to man's deep hate
future days wrapped in hell's hot breath
we repent, else find that dark fate
Will our legacy be such death!

This dangerous world's love for war
with its evil and far flung stones
has done far too much to atone.
Fear now rules, man has gone too far!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2017

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Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 130

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tip Your Hat, Give Pretty Gals Wink And Nod

Summon up courage to yet again plod
When worldly sorrow has cut in bone deep
Tip your hat, give pretty gals wink and nod
Fear not dawn's coming when you dare to sleep

Hold your course, tho' thunder bellows and roars
Walk with brave heart and a mighty big stick
Look forward to fortune's wide open doors
And step carefully, this world is full of tricks

Eat your meals with gratitude and kind heart
For blessings arrive when goodness prevails
Settle for dear peace and its calm course chart
Seek honor, see the darkness it repels

With truth and courage as your steady shields
Find life's bounty and dearest joy it yields

Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Found this old poem today, in the back of an old notebook I was about to toss in the garbage and I have now done a massive edit on it.
It had no date on it and I have no idea how long ago I wrote it. From the original before editing today, I think maybe I wrote it about 25/30 years ago.
Editing today, I changed it a great deal, imparting a bit of wisdom gained since my wild youth.-Tyr



Finally Found Was, Wisdom Says No Man Is Invincible



In youth he walked through this world with its depravity
felt invincible, able to defy its gravity;
a Hercules, in body, bold spirit and restless mind,
safe in assurance that he was truly one of a kind.

Constantly fighting, against world's malevolent decrees
knowing in his heart no warrior could bring him to his knees;
yet future defeat waited its time to fell his boldness,
massive blows struck, cursing with its evil and dark coldness.

Lo! Great sadness arrived fateful day he became aware
Time and Fate were his enemies never do they play fair;
awareness came, humility and then desperation
for nothing, nothing defeats truth's greatest revelation.

In old age with vigor, strength and mass power on the wane
finally, his sad heart found what had always been so plain;
walking in his arrogance and boldest of false found pride,
always enters Fated path where lies find no place to hide.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-27-2017
(Original date when first written unknown)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dream Within A Dream

Behold!
Fix thine eyes upon Earth's great treasures.
Morning calls of birds looking for a mate-
Winds blowing over mountains, across plains to blue seas
Jungles sweltering in heat and dangers
Wilderness teeming with ancient dreams of ghosts of time....
The heavens gazing down at all.

Dawns,
Waking shadows soon to be burnt by the sun;
And just beyond that lucid moment,
This world cries to be explored and walked about
Mysteries, eternal in their depth, colors and glories -
shimmering visions born of cosmic dust and time,
Can you hear that first call of youth?
Echoes returning from never ending void
And Nature proclaiming-- man thou art mine!
THOU ART MINE TOO!

Seas,
Churning , foaming and spitting forth life
Gardens in forests born of primeval gods-
Stones singing hymns in their silence,
Meadows spreading across broad plains into realms anew
Can you see, Nature and its magnificence?
Herds, by the thousands, rampaging into future time
Forests sheltering billions of birds insects and bright trees
Rains plunging down to soak virgin soils,
And eternal cycles renewed within Nature's overarching plan.

Nights,
Ghosts of time, returning to laugh, dance and watch!
Harbors welcoming incoming ships and cargo
Cities crying to be filled with bustling throngs!
Homes with welcoming fires fighting Winter's wrath
Snows that paint earth, land and sky....
Rivers and streams on winding never ending quests
Lakes glimmering under moon and star lights
Creatures moving about water and back to solid land
And mankind-- deep beneath earth, scavenging for more treasure!
And mankind, planted beneath earth in decay.....


R.J. Lindley,
March 22nd, 1977
Prose- , Subject- Our times, our crimes and our never-ending lusts...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Dead Man

Through life, fleet footed and savagely silent
with little mercy, most often he was violent
In unguarded moments compassion won out
bursting forth, like water from a spout
Those yester-years are now lost in faded dreams
so like late afternoon's fading final beams
Mere wisps of shine, vanquished before dark of night
oft sad, unlike deep glory of dawn's first light.

Youth found he, riding alone on a blind horse
with no worries, letting Fate chose the course
In that folly, he still found nuggets of gold
or were they false memories of he now too old
Still in his long life, he had family that truly cared
broken hearts he had once or twice repaired
Yet Time judged harshly and rushed him to his sad end
left behind, his great wealth he could never spend.

So few, so very few were saddened by his demise
recalling how he was selfish and not very wise
For in his vanity he thought to forever live on
and one day like a puff of smoke he was gone
A few noted his greed had his happiness cost
for without compassion and love, joy is forever lost
Now these sad words written on his tombstone
if, if only others mercy he had just shown.


Through life, fleet footed and savagely silent
with little mercy, most often he was violent
In unguarded moments compassion won out
bursting forth, like water from a spout
Those yester-years are now lost in faded dreams
so like late afternoon's fading final beams
Mere wisps of shine, vanquished before dark of night
oft sad, unlike deep glory of dawn's first light.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2017
(Waking in a dark cavern, vanishing flashes of light from above.
Low echoes, pushing -down, down and down.
Cries unheard as darkness engulfs a pitiful and lost soul )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I needed a break from all the recent insanity in this world, so I sat down to write.. First poem came out dark as hell and I may post it here someday--but not now.
I went to the kitchen got me an ice-cold Dr Pepper and sat there thinking about my life and my many past relationships with women--especially in my young ,ignorant and wild days of youth.
Which brought me mentally to this one beautiful angel that I lost due to me being me!
At that moment the first verse came to me like a thunderbolt from out of the blue. After that the rest just flowed, even the repetition , which I decided to leave in as is and not edit out a verse or even a single word of this piece.
Dedicated to her memory, a beautiful lady that truly deserved far better than me...
She moved away, I lost all contact and knowledge of her, after that and I hope she found that better man and lived in true happiness....-Tyr


Oft I Wonder Can This Fairy-Tale Truly Be True

In my heart of hearts your red rose yet bleeds
longings in delicate touch, with urgent needs
How can I refuse your dance in our night dreams
goddess of such grace and beauty supreme
Your soothing voice waking moon's brighter glow
ignites desire's fires, lets our passions flow
My enchantress, my angel of sweet release
deliverer of love's gold and heartfelt peace
Giver of hope, along with dawn's majestic rays
bringing in paradise wherein our love plays.

With haste I beg for each night's early fall
as you descend into our palace waiting halls
Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?

Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
In my heart of hearts your red rose yet bleeds
longings in delicate touch, with urgent needs
How can I refuse your dance in our night dreams
goddess of such grace and beauty supreme?

My angel, tell me why you first went away
broke my heart turned this old world darker grey
Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?

Am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
Am I alive, living and loving each night with you?

Robert J. Lindley, 8-17-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul

1.
In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his damaged mind repaired
Deep traps from which his heart had been ensnared.
In sunshine he felt life's returning glows
Erase night pains and darkest of its blows.
As sun waned and shadows of dark arrived
He felt again, joy vanquished, love deprived.

2.
What of this devilish, persistent foe
With such powers, its broken claws regrow.
Hope alone, can evil be defeated
Or must Fate decree, his life be cheated.
In sun's bright shining hours his heart grew bold
Oft from tales of warriors of old.
On such bright days his thoughts returned to her
Destroyed dark powers that made life a blur.

3.
Where deepest love passions reign, hope survives
For in man's inner soul, true love revives.
Times and cherished moments serve to remind
With love's great truth, one can never go blind.
Standing firm with knowledge of man's powers
One can face even darkest of dark-hours.
Faith, love and hope are the right paths to take
All the rest are results of blind mistakes.

4.
Armed with newfound wisdom and clearer path
He had weapons to overcome Fate's wrath.
Every night before falling fast asleep
Head bowed, he recited prayers true and deep.
As new dawn's brighter lights came, his heart knew
Torments were over, as joys in life grew.
Found true, cursed Fate can be defeated
If one but lives, each day truth is greeted.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-24-2017


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I WROTE THE TITLE AND FIRST EIGHT VERSES OF THIS POEM LATE LAST NIGHT, GOT TIRED AND DECIDED TO GO TO BED, FINISH IT THIS MORN.
I ROSE EARLY, GOT OUR SON DRESSED, FED AND OFF TO SCHOOL.
Logged in, posted in several threads in Creative writing forum but had forgot about the poem title and my desire to finish the new poem.
Then my darling wife asked me--why were you reciting poetry in your sleep?
I in shock, ask her was it good, new or could you tell? She replied it was good but you kept saying, ""broken soul"" often !!

Only then did I remember and even started to remember some of the verses from my dream....
I immediately raced to my computer again and did not stop until this poem was completed..
I hope it worthy and that you may not only enjoy but also find something of benefit in your daily lives..
As truth is, we all at one time of another face great adversity in this dark and too oft unmerciful world. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dear Mother, All This You Did And Far More
(Tribute To Loving Mothers)

Answer true, would you, sacrifice it all
volunteer to stand , back against the wall;
fight this world with all its dark, evil traps
go hungry, even eat mere table scraps;
face off against, hungry beasts in the wild
to love, hold and safely care for your child?

Would you, walk barefoot upon frozen ground
suffer cuts and bruises making no sound;
if need be, sacrifice your peace of mind
for your children always be good and kind;
with loving joy work hard both day and night
while teaching them how to live and do right?

Dear mother, all this you did and far more
pray we, hear this from heaven's distant shore;
watch as we continue on with your cause
seeking not any guilt precluding clause;
live life in this realm, happy, bold and free
know true love, all because of love in thee!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2017

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Vow, To Yet Again Walk Forested Trails

In forest deep, wondrous gems lay hidden
yet lay he there, in great pain bedridden.
Through his window he could see forest edge
hopes he had, soon became a solemn pledge.
Some day, some sweet day he would again walk
visit that forested world, with Nature talk.
Stroll among gnarled trees, roots firmly planted
vow he made, to never be recanted.
Each day he would wiggle that his big toe
sure little by little feeling would grow.
One year and he achieved use of both feet
proud of all that work done under bed-sheet.
Six months more, he could feel up to his knee
he watched that forest cheer its helpful plea.
Winter came and he could sit up in bed
sadness gone, cobwebs were cleared from his head.
Spring flew in and to kitchen he could stroll
man was he happy, he was on a roll.
June saw his first joyful step on outside
his heart filling with rapture and deep pride.
By Summer's end, he threw away his cane
with determined voice swore that oath again.
As gold leaves fell, date was set for his trek
he vowed to never look back at his wreck.
This time of year his car had struck a tree
bed confined, he thought to never be free.
That dawn came, into the forest he ran
God gave blessed hope and his Nature plan.
Walking in deep, gems everywhere he saw
all about critter tracks with little paws.
Overhead, songbirds fluttered all about
sweet bird-songs came like water from a spout.
Now in tune with life, forest vow complete
he walked home, on those new dancing feet!

R.J. Lindley
November 25th, 1979

Note. This poem was written about the car wreck and later the amazing recovery
my friend had, and the vow he made, after looking out that window and thinking of me out in the woods hunting as I once did so often.
He being a Nature lover same as I and so very at home in the woods.
We once hunted together and had great times, but life sent us down separate and far distant paths.
Now I hear from friends that he is in a bad way and has not much more time left on this earth.
Today, I searched old boxes in storage, until I found this old poem to present.
Hope you may enjoy...
Edited today only to make a uniform syllable count....


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Total # Words: 275

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When One Finds Shield And Sword Are Both Broken

Back when Life and Time were rarely considered,
youth, headstrong and reckless had its way.
Wise words were garbage that merely hindered
great adventures and joys of the day.

Now father Time, comes to say- pay heed,
wasted years are bought at very high cost!
Your joy were choices made by human greed
destinations reached, proved you were lost!

But defensive mind, rallies thoughts to rebel
gathered from earth, sky, sea and storm.
This lame and futile curse- You go to Hell!
as if feeble echoes can cause Time any harm!

When one finds shield and sword are both broken,
defiant words are weakness- ignorantly spoken!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2017
Sonnet, ( When Time Laughs At Our Feeble Echoes)

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Note-- After having recently and lazily presented so many old poems from my youth I decided to write one this morn..
Hope you find it worthy, entertaining and maybe something to ponder.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dark Day, Childhood Castle Was Felled

Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.

Where rests now, its flying hordes,
winged weary and storm attacked?
Hammer and nails will pierce its boards
another forest gem ransacked!

Horror struck, sight of destruction
young lad, heart was thus impaled;
needed wisdom, life's instruction
on why sincere prayer had failed!

Mighty oak, child's treasured friend
taken, slain as if not alive,
yes, said - all things come to this end
greed is gold, for its luster strive.

When death invades, innocence lost
will such deep scars ever heal?
Can gold thus gained, justify cost
when a child finds heart break real?

R.J. Lindley,
May 25th, 1977

Note- (Poem was inspired by the (1968) cutting down of our childhood castle, swing and climbing kingdom of childhood fantasy). My younger brothers and sisters cried..
Forest behind our home was being timbered out for its dollar value in its old,mighty and majestic oak trees.
Although land was owned by others, children see such gems when so loved as their own..


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Old Man Stop, Let Your Mind Return To See

Old man, what kind of poet will you be
write of tall tales, pirates on high seas?
Perhaps adventures in mystical realms,
with love stories, romance that overwhelms?

Old man, why does your pen have no more words
your blue skies lack color and songbirds?
Has life and love now let your sad soul down?
Your big smile and great joy both wear a frown?

Old man stop, let your mind return to see
flower's beauty, ripe fruit from Nature's trees.
Drink again, waters from love and life's wells
taste deserts, enjoy aromatic smells.

Old man, think harder, look again at me.
I, your heart lust for life, long to be free!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2017
SONNET, subject ( Reminder to Self.)


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute To Those That Have Made Such Sacrifices

What red-hot fire could you kindle in beating chest
that would set you above and beyond all the rest?
Would it suffice, to birth glowing embers that burn
away weakness and vices your soul should spurn?
Or embrace love and hope as guardian of your will
to forever your human darkness and frailties kill?

Would your willing hands seek out the weak to aid
sacrifice your wealth and time to never get paid?

Could you walk weary miles on bleeding feet
endure miserable times with very little to eat?
Yet maintain a kind heart and cheerful air
to relieve those sick with deep despair?
Or snatch heavy burdens with eager hands
help them raise their crops on desert lands?

Would your willing hands seek out the weak to aid
sacrifice your wealth and time to never get paid?

What red-hot fire could you kindle in beating chest
that would set you above and beyond all the rest?
Would it suffice, to birth glowing embers that burn
away weakness and vices your soul should spurn?
Or embrace love and hope as guardian of your will
to forever your human darkness and frailties kill?

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd, 1975
(A Tribute To Those That Have Made Such Sacrifices)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man.
One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.
For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
own father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..-Tyr


Just An Old Man

Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!

An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!

An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!

An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!

An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!

Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!

An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)

NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Magic, When Such Leaves Without A Trace

That fall, my friend's older brother died,
sun rose all shining that day and sky
looked down as he feel to ground and cried
he had no chance to say a good-bye

from graveyard day until that new Spring
he uttered not another word
he saw not life nor love in a damn thing
and hated singing from the songbirds,

that summer, something broke, alive he came
walk as if he had found new life
he entered again into this world's game
love came, he soon found his wife,

what of sorrow and its long hard embrace
the chills and pains that crack hearts
magic, when such leaves without a trace
and winds of life and love restarts.

Robert J. Lindley, 1976
Subject--Death and Life, mysteries and dance...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Bond Both Will Keep

Ahead of river's wide bends
In forests wide and deep
Mortal child seeks and Nature befriends
With bond both will keep.

Upon trails, into woods fair
Child wanders into sweet delight
Blissful smiles and great care
Loving all gems in sight.

Through ravines teen did tread
Into streams splashed and swam
Nature's wonders filled his head
Cried he, "In love I am".

June morn, grown man he stood
In welcoming woods he went
Walked softly as he should
There Nature's love was sent.

Ahead of river's wide bends
In forests wide and deep
Mortal child seeks and Nature befriends
With bond both will keep.

R.J. Lindley
April 3rd, 1971

OLD NOTE, (1971)-- Hunting and fishing are my passion. Nature provides, I partake..

Note-- From my earliest childhood memories, Nature spoke to me.
I wandered through its forested treasures and gave a child's sincere thanks.
I swam its rivers and rested on its banks.
As I grew, I kept that wooded bond. Learned all that I could.
My heart and soul each year grew more fond.
Then as a wild adult, I temporarily lost sight.
Wandered this dark world- blinded in its savage might!
Later when Nature finally sent me new light.
This world's dark embrace I broke with an epic fight.
I remember not the when nor the how
but return I did to that child's sincere vow.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Dreams, Pearly Jewels Around Her Throat


She returns in dreams, pearly jewels around her throat
summer's heat or winter's cold- always dressed to slay
diamonds fall as she sings in her soft and gentle way
I hear, saddest echoes of love-poems, that I ever wrote!

What of that paradise that only in a dream is now known
wet touch of willing lips and I want you in her eyes
radiance of red roses, kisses under moonlit skies
O' such wondrous fruits, her time away has grown!

Always she brings sweet aura's from her hidden home
renewed virginal images, promises we once truly held
before that dark night, one that our love, tragically felled
and into that realm, her dear soul now has to roam!

She returns in dreams, pearly jewels around her throat
summer's heat or winter's cold- always dressed to slay
diamonds fall as she sings in her soft and gentle way
I hear, saddest echoes of love-poems, that I ever wrote!

Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1992
Rhyme

[High_Plains_Drifter]

As time goes by, I see it as the past
but my mind says, take it as it comes
My body, however, says it belongs in a cast
I think I'll go forward and try to stay plumb

They say time waits for no one
I'm sure that means me
But to dwell on the hearwithall
Can surely drag to knee

Myself I'll drudge onward
Eyes to the sky
For the thoughts of the dredges
Surely will not get me the prize

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As time goes by, I see it as the past
but my mind says, take it as it comes
My body, however, says it belongs in a cast
I think I'll go forward and try to stay plumb

They say time waits for no one
I'm sure that means me
But to dwell on the hearwithall
Can surely drag to knee

Myself I'll drudge onward
Eyes to the sky
For the thoughts of the dredges
Surely will not get me the prize

Very nice. Can you give me the title and author of the piece my friend?
If it is yours, then I say bravo! -Tyr

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Very nice. Can you give me the title and author of the piece my friend?
If it is yours, then I say bravo! -Tyr
Title: ... don't know
Author: ... me

;)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stacking Regrets Like Dark, Red-stained Floor Tiles

Daily cannibalism of heart's desires,
cannon fire, emotions sear and sting;
in canisters of love that never tires,
unending fires such forever brings!

With bluebird dreams, thy hand once soothed my pain,
with night's passions thy soft touch bestows;
thy memory, sweetest hope doth remain
like rolling reruns of great romance shows!

Before thee came, I had only deep lusts
in callousness, this new heart now reviles;
darkness blown in malevolent wind gusts
stacking regrets like dark, red-stained floor tiles!

Gone! Mystery and loss left in thy wake
In haste, our time and love thee did forsake!

Robert Lindley,
October 16th, 2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Below is the finished collaboration I did with Brenda, which she posted 5 days ago on our poetry site.
From its number of reads and comments, it has been very well received and praised on her home page there.
I just posted it on my home page this morn.--Tyr





Poet's Notes

Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/30/2017

Note- Has been a joy and an honor to compose with you my friend.
Although my health was not the best, I think this came out very well.
As your start and questioning verses were a magnificent beginning,
that gives rise to the very different way men and women deal with relationship/love and first encounters.
I humbly thank you for your writing with me my friend..




My Heart Beseeches An Answer, A Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

(Part One- She Asks)

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

Reaching beside me feeling only coolness of my sheet,
Alone now the rain outside hits the ground in rhythmic beat.
The fresh cool breeze whispers through my open window,
Catching billowing curtains into a back and forth show.

Caressing like cold dead fingers upon my naked skin,
Traveling back in time which I know I had let you in.
Our words danced in tango style, each one held a line
Glasses raised to our lips, we sipped succulent red wine.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers, you left before the dawn!

Soon after we laid together, right here on my bed,
Oh why didn't I stop us then, to turn you away instead?
Now I lay here thinking, as an ache overwhelms my chest,
Gave you what I swore no more, gave you my very best.

Wishing for an answer,on this cold, wet, cloudy day.
How much more my bleeding heart will have to pay?
For allowing this intrusion into my life again I did dare,
Yet I have no answer, of how much or even if you care.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

(Part Two- He Answers)

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

My darling, fear not, my racing away has a most just cause
I woke that morn, your angelic beauty gave me pause.
For my life had for decades fallen into the deepest dark
Then my finding you and our first night together left its mark.

As I looked in the mirror and saw me lying next to you
My heart almost burst, knowing it was too good to be true.
There you were, naked and your alluring beauty sublime
I thought of my past, how if it hurt you, would be a crime!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

That morn, I gave my sleeping beauty a sweet kiss
Trying to grab more of what I would soon so dearly miss.
For I could not bear to bring into your sweet life my pains
Or darkness of the dreams emerging from my past stains!

For you see, long ago, for another beauty I once shot a man
I was so crazy in love and thought that was a great plan.
Then our night, soft kisses restored, your gentle touch fired me up
I found my saving paradise, complete with its full golden cup!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/30/2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Contemplating How We Both Have Walked This Long Road

Decay of mortal flesh, essence of earthly woes
As Time and Fate both deliver their greatest blows
Yet man, yet man can ignore both if so blessed
Relieved of his dark guilt if he has so confessed.

What fruit will not some day fall from its burdened tree
What heartache in life, can not find and touch thee
Can thy blinded spirit withstand, Fate's darkest hand
If thy loving house be built upon shifting sand?

When morn's new light fails to inspire thy mortal soul
Can thy decaying flesh withstand such heavy toll
As death beckons, will thee welcome its sad embrace
Or in greatest of fears, far away try to race?

Once lain under six feet of freshly shoveled ground
Thee can not plead nor utter pleading words profound!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2017
Dark Rhyme in Twelves..

Note--
What happened when my vanishing muse decides to return?
She castigated me and threatened to forever spurn
Such a poet that would write only in sweet and romantic words
A toothless wolf, chasing after sad vanishing herds
So the demand came, write this dark and sign thy name
Or forever I abandon you and this word game!
Contemplating how we both have walked this long road
I yielded, in moment of weakness, my soul sold!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Death Came Too Soon And Left It's Heavy Chains

For seventeen years he held back the tears,
Those gushing streams that so begged release.
Deep in his sad soul where greatest of fears,
darkness forever more, giving no peace.

Between Heaven and Hell, time spent in pain,
In silence heard darkness, seen, its great force.
Imprisoned grief, what but anger remains,
what but more pain could bring saving remorse?

As midnight stars had all their beauty lost,
Their lights dimmed and cast pale shadows below.
When even moonlit dreams came at high cost,
He saw only blackness in the white snow!

Death came too soon and left it's heavy chains,
There was much more in its tormenting wake.
Crops sown had yielded only dark stains
Should he chose to love again, he would break!

Each year, thoughts came, when will this black trek end,
Could true light and hope ever be returned.
Tho' he was stricken thus, he still had friends
Not all his friends had he foolishly spurned.

Then one day, bright Light and loud Thunder spoke,
They came by way of words from a dear friend.
Saying, you are blind and this is no joke
Arise! Step out of that pit, this will end.

Your first step, will epic darkness destroy
Second step, lost heart will be repaired.
Third step, will bring back life and its deep joy
For fear and pain, had thy lost soul ensnared.

R. J. Lindley
AUGUST 12TH 1987

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This collaboration with my friend Brenda Chiri was selected as Poem Of The Day this morn at our poetry site....
I was very lucky to have such a talented writing partner, and truly enjoyed creating this piece with her.-Tyr

Darling, Let This Be Our Sweet Heaven On Earth
In collaboration with Brenda Chiri

You came to me, that beautiful night in June,
Band was playing wondrous, lovely new tune.
Yes my love, I saw you with love in your eyes
And your stars shown bright in Heavenly skies!

With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

That moment, both earth and time seemed to stop
Room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
When you smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat,
I had surrendered, no cause to retreat!

With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

Now blessed years have raced and thus away flown
In our sweet union, our pure love has grown.
Come to me, this night at our hidden place,
Let me kiss red lips and all your pretty face!

With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

There I shall wait, heart pounding, rose in my hand
we will dance, love's sweet music, no earthly band.
Darling, let this be our sweet Heaven on earth,
promise you my all, all I am ever worth!

With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

You ask me to me meet you on this warm June eve,
Band playing beautiful notes that, seemed to weave!
Your love is all I need, in life or require,
Thoughts of you seems, to set me on fire.

Stars seen,as if for the first time ever,
In the cosmos, our love is forever together

At the dance floor, the people seemed to part,
Reveals you darling, as a sculpture of fine art!
Chills run through me, as your smile I do see
Brilliance of it, my salvation set me free.

Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together

Towards you I stroll,as I flash you my grin,
You take my, hand we hear heaven's violin.
All those years together, still you I do adore,
Simple things in life, you entice to be more.

Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together

Life made worth living, in your arms so tight,
Your love takes my darkness, showing it light.
Our passion still burns brightly, giving birth
To our own piece, of sweet heaven, here on earth

Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together

12-03-2017
Robert J. Lindley in Collaboration with my friend, Brenda Chiri

Note- Thank you my friend for the pleasure of writing and discussing with you poetry and life. Always a pleasure to compose with you and see your talent shine forth.. I have been so very blessed to have such extremely kind and talented collaboration partners since joining this site. Each and every one of them has shown such great talent, kindness and creativity.
I've learned from each and every one of them and am very thankful.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Old Man Wrote

The old man was sick yet vowed to fight on
for oft there was steel in his blood and more.
Words used, they oft showed aches in his bones
they revealed hellfire defiance in his core.

When dawn hit and his life saw little joy
he sought solace in past years and their gifts.
Hardships had served to make a man from a boy
and his father's principles, his life uplifts.

Now when times, say they are close to the end
he shrugs and says-- I know, yet shall fight on.
I am a mighty oak and thus refuse to bend
and you shall only hear my angry tone.

With all said, he smiled, laying pen aside
the good and bad, life had been a helluva ride!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2017


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ADDED TODAY, 12-14-2017



The Tired Old Man And His Sweet Christmas Dream

Christmas was great back then,
even a child knew that was true
old man paused remembering when
that barefoot kid got his new shoes.

They had good times on that farm
having each other and mom's love
work each day after clock's early alarm
thanked their blessings and God above.

Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.

Christmas and family had love,
tho' hard, love made up for sad aches
and mother being angel that she was
her now gone, greatest of heartbreaks.

Snow had blanketed the ground,
he danced in it in his new shoes
sister danced, her blue dress flew around
gone then were his old and sad blues.

Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.

O' how decades have flown by,
Christmas no longer shines bright
he thought, I am too old to cry
yet cry he did that very night.

Dawn stepped forth with a glow,
a white Christmas morn had came
waking to that glimmering show
nothing would ever be the same.

Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.

There in his bedroom, his family stood
each had a Christmas morn gift
he wondered, but how, how could
they be here to my soul uplift?

All had passed on, he alone had stayed
so how could this sweet vision be
had his sorrow this dream made
could this be his future he see?

Then a voice said, come with us Jim,
you have tarried here far too long
We are to take you on now, to him
leave that cold-bed, come right along.

Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.

R.J. Lindley
December 28th, 1989

Note: Written the Christmas, one year and five days after my daughter's birth.
When we truly had more and we were truly blessed...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Night Rudolph And Santa's Sled Got Stuck

Twas' night before Christmas, Santa's sled was hard stuck
but Christmas was saved by farmer Ted's mule, Ole Buck.
Rudolph exhausted, his nose still shining bright red
reindeer pulling hard, could not free that heavy sled!

Bad blizzard had caught Santa and his famous team
Reindeer cried, fearing all was lost, so it would seem.
Rushing, Santa landed in a snowbank that night
his sled sinking deep, O' what a frightening sight!

Santa yelled, "Come on. We have to get this sled free
for all the world's children depend on you and me!"
An hour of pulling, and the reindeer felt great strain,
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!

Just then Rudolph broke down and let out a loud scream.
"Please, someone help us free dear Santa's Christmas team!"
Ole Buck heard the call through the blizzard's howling roar.
So to help, he kept braying at his master's door.

Farmer Ted bolted up! Ole Buck's screams he now heard.
Through fierce howling winds, he caught Rudolph's pleading words.
"Help, help! For the children and Christmas, set us free.
"All will be lost, no gifts will be under their tree!"

In a flash he reached the door. To the barn he raced
for to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Ole Buck was ready and willing, eager to go.
Out they ran in the blizzard, wading in deep snow!

Round the bend, far away, upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's sunken sleigh, O' what a great thrill!
Once there, they heard the reindeer give a joyous cheer,
"Hurrah! Help is here, and Christmas is saved this year!"

With Ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sled,
Buck and the reindeer pulled, while Rudolph's nose glowed red.
Santa cried, "Free us! Deliveries we must make!
Free us this snowy Christmas night, for goodness sake!"

With a few grunts and groans, and a mighty strong yank
Santa's sled was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted gave all some warm chocolate to drink.
Buck, the mule was a hero. Who would ever think?

Santa gave them his blessings, thanking one and all.
"Off, now we must fly to finish Christmas Eve's haul"!
With that said and a hearty "Ho Ho Ho," goodbye,
away they rose, into a stormy snowing sky!

Farmer Ted walked good Ole Buck back to his red barn.
Many don't believe this was just a Christmas yarn.
But only 'til they go there and this do they find...
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind!"

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017
Christmas Tale, written in forty-four, 12 syllable verses

Note: I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!!
As I hope it is worthy enough to be read to and delight children and as well as the inner child still remaining in we adults too.
Some day, I may write the story of the hungry bear and my childhood berry picking tale,
with-" juicy berries everywhere"! that I told as a bedtime story to my beautiful daughter Kashaundra, two decades ago.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back When Shadow, Death And Fate Had Their Little Talk

And of what tragic and early grave do you dare to speak
I am young and strong certainly not so old and weak?
The Shadow but smiled and said," but you'll soon be dead
being mortal, by my master Death that you all so dread"!
I am but the long Shadow of Death and your demise
you are a mere mortal, quite foolish and so unwise!

Astounded I replied, "Be off, you can not thus scare me"
I am young and strong, just as brave as brave can be!
Who the hell gave you authority to plague me so
now be off and away your dark arrogant ass go?
Shadow came in closer, laughing and dancing all about
I tell you when to go and shall come to take you out!

Now with buckets of youthful anger and vigor to such match
I threw an old shoe and commanded- "Shadow-boy, you go catch"
That seething insult brought promised curses galore
Shadow's epic rage gladden my soul and I laughed even more.
Then HE came from a dark corner, said, I hear you laugh at me
Shadow be gone, let me tell this upstart how his end will be!

Death himself spoke, " You are young and a fool mistakenly brave
when I come for you, not a damn thing can your worthless life save."
I laughed and said, "Ah, but Fate has you wrapped and tied
that is unless Fate's supreme authority you have just denied."
Death stammered, "Now, now young lad, I made no such claim
your wise and clever game will not on me lay such blame"!

But Fate had been listening all this long and deary time
Spoke saying to Death, "Be gone for he lives now on my dime"
Death grimacing took a low bow and said, "I'll be off now"!
I joined Fate and said, "yes you be off" and I did so with a scowl".
As Death whirled around, leaving us in one mighty roaring swish
he shot back," Ï'll get you lad and serve you up on a golden dish"!

Fate spoke, " You are young and seek to play a foolish game
but know this, I have great power, and Death and I are not the same"
Even mighty Death bows low to me until your time falls around
and is I that holds power until you sleep deep six in the ground.
I bowed low and said, "You I will tempt so often and O' so well
no worries unless you bow to Death and send me on early to Hell!

Fate spoke angrily and said, " Young lad, do not so try to riddle me
for my power can quite easily break and imprison thee."
Now brave young lad, "Be off with you, as I've had my say
I shall embrace thee, do as I please, each and everyday"
I smiled and said, " Wisdom dictates- No man can deny his Fate"
If you are trying to scare me, reality makes even you too late!

Fate smiled and said, "You intrigue me and we both shall now see
who has the greater power, you or the known invincible me"
I laughed and said, "Ha, even you must bow to Father Time
against he that I have yet to ever commit a serious crime".
Fate bellowed, "Now I know why Death left in such a flurry
may Father Time end you young lad and do so in a damn hurry"!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2018
Narrative

Note-- Recently edited/revised from an original 1974 poem I wrote after narrowing escaping death involving having a crazed
and insanely upset guy point a rifle at me from ten feet away and threaten to shoot me...
And his eyes told me that he truly meant it, as I saw his finger slip inside to land on the trigger while saying so! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Remember You Mother, My Dearest Friend
(A Tribute To My Beloved Mother)

Watching shadows melting away,
Sun racing into a dark void
Do I now dare this to thus say
Death is why, darkness I now avoid;
As red-sun's, waning rays fall
Soul and sad heart both grieve
Tho' sweet dawn's glory I recall
I know dark, has evil up its sleeve
As I sit frozen in my great fear:
My world screams pains so deep
That sound assaults my inner ear
And again from sorrows, I weep.
Hours fly by, moon brights its sky
Some relief in my veins now flow
Your love's touch felt, the reason why
My wounded spirit this now knows;
Tomorrow's sun will shine bright
Blue seas will wave and loud splash:
Through pain and dread of night
Hope is greater than your loss I rehash,
I feel the rays before they fall
And great warmth before it arrives
Once I had your love and stood tall
As paradise was in both our lives;
Thus courage's true relief, sets again
Dark world's start holds less fear
As I remember you mother, my dearest friend.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-21-2018

Written and dedicated to my beloved mother, that passed away
January 2017. Darkest day of my life and greatest loss I have ever known.
1-21-2018

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Moments As Bright As A Crimson Rose

The fading hours, as Hope prevails
Moments bright as a crimson rose
Ships deliver Hope with full sails
Into needed lives that it chose
No matter those hard, rocky shores
Where broken souls, lay in deep pain
No longer kept are those old scores
Washed away are wicked dark stains

Nights come and shadows do not prowl
Nor wicked dreams dare sleep deny
Gone are the beasts that roar and howl
Under a dark moon's weeping sky
As the past gives up its sorrows
Heart finds a new cause to rejoice
New Life and Love seeds tomorrow
With pure joy in each singing voice

Forever gone are bleeding eyes
cleansed by our new happier thoughts
Again sun lights up blue skies
This the blessed gift, Hope's lights brought
Once where utter darkness had reigned
Day and night both bring healing sights
All that was lost is now regained
Hope and Love shine forth brighter lights

It is not losses we must score
Nor pain and sorrows we endure
It is love of life and much more
In depths of souls that will be pure
Where new orchards we shall soon find
Growing crops that yield sweeter fruits
As we leave our past that so blinds
Sight of our spiritual roots

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018

Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 256
Total # Words: 210

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Note- The Title just popped into my head this afternoon, I resisted but it just would not go away.
Finally , I sat down to write(under mental protest) and this pretty much flowed out like a gushing stream..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What If, I Really Had Found You

If I cursed you would you even care
What if I love you and your dark black hair
If I nursed you, when so sick and sad
Would you forgive me being very bad?
If I kissed you, if even on a dare
What if I missed you, and your dark black hair?

If I caught you, stone-blind and unaware
Would you think of me as crude and unfair
Should I embrace you, with love and my all
Can you love me and answer this sweet call
If I soon found you, with my life to share
What if I had missed you and your black hair?

If I waited your hand, would you wait too
If love fated found us, could all come true
If Cupid fired well that true loving dart
Would you join me, there is room in this heart
Can we ever both love and be a pair
What if I had missed you and your black hair?

Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 162

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Virgin Pure, Untouched By Evil In Men

Where sun has fallen down in land so fair
hides a lone tombstone hidden in woods deep.
Death had caught a beauty so very fair,
that all three - Sun, sky and wind sadly weep.

Shining, in bloom of youth and quite carefree
she of the forest glen had Nature's love.
Her tender heart she had given to me,
now her heart and sweet soul rests far above.

Weeping willows, pond where white flowers thrive
I see her wading its magical scenes.
Dear mercy! If only she were alive
instead of buried there, in her late teens!

In night dreams, I see her in forested glen.
Virgin pure, untouched by evil in men.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2018
Sonnet, (Death Of The Enchanting Forest Maiden)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Angel, Fairy or Nymph Now In Human Form Collaboration with Keith O J Hunt



An Angel, Fairy Or Nymph Now In Human Form


Her exhilarating breath so quickened my heart,
her poise, I stood transfixed in overwhelming awe.
Gasping for air, as one does when lovers depart
begging that, "dear lover please return to me call".

Her Hellenic face, Shelly would have stood agape
her voice, Eliot would have simply called divine.
From her warmth and sincere charms, exists no escape
an angel, no less than a Byron would opine!

Was she a fairy, of Faust and the Niblong's Ring
born of dew, Nature's anticipating harvest?
Creature in human form devoid its silver wings?
Angel coming to give, we lost stragglers a rest?

Had she escaped from sunset's magnificent views
a savior tasked to this dark, gloomy earth now heal
Angel or saint earthbound walking in human shoes
would time and fate, her great mysteries soon reveal?

Rejoice this moment; heaven's gate standing agape,
with all the angels in tow, and manna served hot;
Ripe as the wild earth wonders, swift as the eagle sage...
these monolith moments come to touch earthly lot;

And split upon the shores and rocks with honeyed dews....
the flowered Lovers tip-toeing a full moon night
And Artemis --- how she doth shine in fairy-wood hues
where in thy machinations it is for thee light;

For love and kindness does kiss my soul swift and soft
with her slender nymph stride to come and give me peace
And hope to kindle a secret fire held aloft
in her eyes, the stars doth twinkle love's endless sea

A great sacrifice, she has given heaven's wile;
and descend this dark world to give a greater warm
And in her lush pledges to me the heaven's smile;
(An angel, fairy or nymph in human form)
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1-18-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Has always been an honor for me to write with my friend Keith. As he writes in the Classicism/Romanticism style so very well.
His last stanza is a true and golden gem and I could not have even asked for better than the magnificent one that he wrote!
In my estimation, he is truly a great poet!!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.

Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open
never deceived into being another blinded token.

Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.

With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.

Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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Written this morn for a contest.. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking Back, I See That Was Hardest Blow

Cool waves flow across gentle waters blue
clouds and sky above, remind me of you.
In sweet dreams you memory haunts me still
once I loved you true and I always will.

In dreams, I see you in that soft blue dress
joy the nights, I recall your sweet caress.
I pray for your happiness in this life
my great mistake, not making you my wife.

That Fall, your family moved you away
was when my entire world turned ashen grey
Looking back, I see that was hardest blow
we not having, all we were meant to know.

Destiny oft is cruel and awful thing
with sad changes such misery can bring.
Your love-letters sent, each tear stain enhanced
we knew, we had each been truly romanced.

Cool waves flow across gentle waters blue
clouds and sky above, remind me of you.
In sweet dreams you memory haunts me still
once I loved you true and I always will.

Robert J. Lindley,
RHYME, ( Life's Hardest Blows)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beauty So Dearly Missed

small lake, calm waters
soft sunshine, glistening sheen
desk, chair, no window

Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2018
Haiku,(What We Miss In Our Concrete Towers)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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I decided to write a Haiku this morning and this memory popped into my head after reading ABOUT JIM AND NIGHTTRAIN'S ADVENTURES IN THE GREAT NORTHERN ICE WILDERNESS.
I am no fan of the cold , so sunshine popped into my head and this memory from back in 1979.
Some credit goes to Jim And NightTrain -- FOR THIS CREATION AS READING ABOUT THEIR RECENT GET TOGETHER CAUSED ME TO THINK OF A GET TOGETHER I HAD BACK IN 1979,ALMOST FORTY YEARS AGO.--TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What The Farmer Truly Lives For

I
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

II
From his feather bed and cozy farm home
he rises, work to do no time to roam.
As coffee percolates, plans each hour,
jumping into morn's steaming hot shower
thankful God gave him life and this power!

III
In begging fields he works to life uplift
with mind, muscle and brawn a blessed gift.
Ever mindful of duty, its high cost,
great sacrifices, harvests he lost
due to Nature's wrath and its killing frosts.

IV
As sun sets, he looks up at the blue skies
thanks his Lord for all, with tears in his eyes.
To home and hearth, those he truly lives for,
again giving thanks, asking for no more
he knows life is love,and Heaven keeps score!

V
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

R.J. Lindley,
June 11th, 1978
Rhyme, Tribute to farmers and farm families -( A Farmer's Long Day)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poet's Notes
R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 232

Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.
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Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been sad and grim.
Truth, he would rather take a beating than tell lies
seeing others in hurt brought tears to his blue eyes.

In his gentle life he sought love and common sense
about his past he spoke with no storied pretense.
Upon waking and giving thanks for each new dawn
he sat on his porch, admiring green of his lawn.

Simple man just striving to have a simple soul
live life in peace, love his family was his goal.
Tho' life once led him down a very darkened path
he wore no hatred and displayed no burning wrath.

I felt his great strength, his kindness bore into me
I sprang from strong, blessed roots, his genetic tree.
Now he has journeyed on to his blessed reward
I have faced this world alone, its been very hard.

On blessed nights he appears to me in my dreams
oft telling me to walk besides cool mountain streams.
Then when things get too hot, step in cool aching feet
Find wisdom to not just foolishness dare repeat.

Have you guessed, this true friend, was my beloved dad
loved me with all his heart even when he was mad.
This my humble tribute, inked in poetic words
he taught life, love, beauty of dawn's sweet singing birds.

R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)

Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How He Once Fought Under Light Of The Full Moon


Brightest full moon nights, he climbed the high ridge to shout
Darkness abated, enough light to see the path.
In waving glow, shouted curses to spit it out
Challenging demons waging his lost lover's wrath.

Had he not fled, into deepest and darkest woods
With broken sword, split shield and sad, torn heart as well.
Yet without fail, soon came shadows wearing black hoods
Bringing her dark poison arrows shot straight from hell.

O' that her heart had not itself been very black
Love could have overcame her other wicked deeds.
Those traps she set, deep pits along the hidden track
Memories of her slashing until his heart bleeds.

At a stalemate, in his battle with hooded foes
With his last ounce of courage, he bravely fought on.
As his gleaming light of defiance grows and grows
Nature hears and sees such his true character shown.

Then with last defensive punch Nature's help he sought
Rushing in to rescue him came the grey wolf pack.
With howls of victory, that Nature's friends had brought
He knelt and there prayed to get his life back on track.

R.J. Lindley,
Aug 27th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Dark Dreams and Torn Heart)

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 186

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tired Heart, Old Soul, Sad Spirit And A Hopeful Light

Tired Heart said to rest, but muse cried," you must write on
forget your worries, fire up your angry tone".
Ah, but my soul cried, "listen not to the mad muse,
poetry is a gift one you must not misuse".

Old Soul was awakened by this rip-roaring den
bellowed out," remember I am thy only friend".
Hold on cried intellect, "do not this brain abuse
for I control his words and tis I that will choose".

Sad Spirit then spoke words that gave revelation,
"remind thy muse poetry is thy salvation.
And tell biased Old Soul, Tired Heart has many friends
that follow in thy journey around hidden bends".

Then Tired heart spoke again said, '' to me be thee true,
for our joining that holds together all of you.
Go rest under shade tree and dreaming thy best dreams
for Heart has your back and Hopeful Light fills thy beams".

Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2018
Rhyme, (A Look Within)

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 150

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky



When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky

When thirsty Earth cries, for much needed rain
Sky beams ever brighter, said not again
Why cry thus to me, ask your mortal men,
they steal your bounty and live in dark sin?

Earth heard and let out more desperate moans
Sky rumbled back, no rain in clear tones.
Earth begged oceans and forests to plead
please ask brother Sky to fill our great need.

Again Sky answered with angrier sounds
told Earth, stop men from going out of bounds
Earth moaned louder and then pleaded some more
asking Sky, some rain please, this I implore.

Later Earth and brother Sky came to terms
rains came so heavy it woke sleeping worms!

R.J. Lindley
August 12th, 1974
Sonnet,( Native American Tale)
Inspired by a story that my Native American grandfather told me
when I was about 9/10 years old.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute poem, written this morn..-Tyr


Hold Not A Sad Vigil For Me

Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born of flesh and blood, once was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.

Now having taken my last breath
Spirit passed through, cold hands of death
Beg, when I am laid in cold grounds
Earth hears no heartfelt weeping sounds.

In Life's gift, I came to this world
To another realm, soul is hurled
There exists, no more evil lies
Only Light, Sun and gleaming Skies.

Once settled, saying prayers for you
Those that I love, evil ones too
This final message, truth stands clear
I enter smiling, with no fear.

Do not stand at my grave and weep* (1)
Instead pray my soul, the Lord keeps
My grave, merely a marking place
To delay what Time will erase.

Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born flesh and blood, once I was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.


Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2018
Rhyme, (Lin, 8's)
Tribute poem, inspired by Elizabeth Frye's great poem,
titled- "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
found at this link,
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-frye

NOTE-
*(1)- Verse and Title from Elizabeth Frye's great poem of the same name.
This poem is a written tribute to her memory and great poem....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down

Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no time to sleep in bed
rooster crows call out, work, work, work instead!

Dad rose early, I hear a tractor start
shows me his ethics, I must take to heart.
I rise to eat, coffee, bacon and eggs
we work hard to live, here nobody begs!

This farm, it damn sure does not run itself
nor just give us food, on the pantry shelf.
Meeting morn's brisk air, I wake even more
I start work, seems a never ending chore!

Sun setting, more work still needs to be done
suppertime, tomorrow we have more fun!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2018
Sonnet, ( Farm work, seems to never all get done)


Note- Written this morn, inspired by a suggestion in a comment by Wayne Kingston, one he made on my recent haiku titled, Seen and Scenes.....



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Truth, Evil Exists And Not All Men Pray

Ah yes, sad that hell never froze over,
all is not Nature's beauty and clover.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, we cry our faults are not so bad
and bad ones always dwell in other lads.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, sins we try to bury with lies,
or try to wash away with our false cries.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, glowing dawns come and then they go
and we walk in blindness, saying we know.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, this rightly condemns you and I,
as just rewards come in the by and by.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, night gives not the cover we think
and our lives can fly away in a blink.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, sad truth- no man is an island,
tho' we each one have been marked with a brand.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, we will face the music tis' true
and no foolish lies will serve me or you.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Notes--


Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 320
Total # Words: 268

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Darkest Day, The Death Of Her Midnight

She cried out profusely, please do not die,
only last week, you my love, ran so well.
He was down, so pitiful where he lie
mangled in that blood soaked road where he fell.

Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.

Midnight moved, looked as if to implore,
yet that brief spell of hope ran away too fast.
She thought why had she not seen before,
that very moment, Midnight breathed his last.

Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.

She reached out, to touch his fast fleeing ghost
its image stood there and then flew away.
Never another, she loved him the most
thoughts of nights they walked beach sands in the bay.

Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.

Stranger stopped and asked, Miss, was that your dog,
she had not the strength to give a reply.
Her world was dark and her head in a fog
all she said was, why did he have to die.

Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.

R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1983
Rhyme

Note. Midnight she called her beloved dog, her companion for twelve wonderful years. He was hit by a car that tragic day and she has ever had another to replace that which to her was irreplaceable.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There Was A Gigantic Tree There, Gnarly And Old
( Part One )

There was a gigantic tree there, gnarly and old.
I just had to stare, tho' wind was soon icy cold.
Looking up, its roof hiding beyond human sight,
Then the wind blew cold and something just wasn't right!

Frozen, I stood rooted, my legs refused to walk
Next an owl hooted and I understood its talk!
Shivers shooting up my spine, fearing brain cried out,
Who are you, what do you want I said in a shout.

Voice cried, I am fallen, buried under this tree.
Now best you turn about, no longer walk on me!
With heart racing fast, sweat popping from every pore,
My soul rose at last, demanded I speed to safe shore!

Voice spoke bolder then, leave or else accept this curse
No hero of men, I thought how could this get worse?
Malevolent thing rose, suddenly bursting forth,
Yelled leave, do so now and pointed towards the north!

Yet there lay a swamp pit known to be very bad
Alas! In the worse of it, my life to be had!
Then it came, my shaking voice spoke, leave me alone
No more of this, even if you are buried bones!

Wind roared forth, crashing around, shook me and the ground
Words came with evil sound, leave or else be thee bound
Wickedness, no more could I stand, I fell to pray
Faithful words that allows me to be here today!

There was a gigantic tree there, gnarly and old.
I just had to stare, tho' wind was soon icy cold.
Looking up, its roof hiding beyond human sight,
Then the wind blew cold and something just wasn't right!


R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 11th, 1973
(Where The Dark Woods Rule)

Note-
Searched for it but can not find a Part Two. Either it was never written or else lost over these many decades.
I supposed that I could perhaps, decide to write the second part now but I just can not see doing so at the moment.
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Seems a large box of my old poems has went missing since last Spring's clean up at our new home here .
I know I never tossed it to be burnt or put in the garbage, but Riza and Justin both swear that they did not do so...
I can not replace poems written over forty years ago, back when I was so young and really inspired with a totally different view of life and this world.
Mostly likely another couple hundred of old poems now forever lost. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note---
QUOTE]Robert J. Lindley, 5-22- 2018
Rhyme, ( Ravages of Time and Moonlight's Dreams)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 116[/QUOTE]


Magnificent Path Lit By Moonlight Dreams

On a different road taken this day,
Magnificent path lit by moonlight dreams;
Wherein hope's promises hold greatest sway,
Defeating wicked world's usual schemes.

There rests, golden paradise most oft sought,
Beckons with deepest echoes of blessings;
Tho' with great sacrifice such wonders bought,
Tis filled with love's passionate caressing.

Blessed it be, if found in youthful years,
When greater strength and vigor reign so strong;
Although life may still curse you, send its tears
Fear not, more joyful days will come along.

Know Time will fly, have its destructive way,
Eating its fill of heart, our flesh and bone;
Coloring dire moments, with darkest grey,
Let not Time's dark curse, turn thy heart to stone.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-22- 2018
Rhyme, ( Ravages of Time and Moonlight's Dreams)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note-
Poet's Notes(Hide) (Show)
Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 156


Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune

Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway,
Live life well now, without delay;
Enjoy the beach and its cool nights
Walk under moon's soft beaming lights.
Remember sorrow comes with grey,
Relief shall come if one but prays:
Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune,
Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune.

Hold thee deep, virtues that are good,
Rarely say, if only I could;
Be given more, my days are hard
Life now deals me very bad cards.
Send me more, I deserve it all:
I bow and answer thy hard call,
Reward me for my greater work,
For my duty I never shirk.

Tis' best to in a humble way,
Sacrifice more, asking no pay;
Enjoy hard tasks, thee are blessed,
With those unseen hands that caressed,
Faithful Hearts and Souls from the start,
Joined in truth that which never parts.
Embrace the favors in Truth's Light,
Fear not demons of darkest night.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Your Love Dreams She Kisses You All Night


When you see her, her bright smile knocks you down
sweetest, prettiest girl in her small town.
But you were too scared, and you never asked,
in her beloved memory you now bask.
Join the club, many have been down that road
afraid of great beauty, scared to be bold.

In your love dreams, she kisses you all night
everything is just swell, all is so right.
Then dawn arrives, you wake up all alone
your longed for night-angel away has flown.
Your morning breakfast does not taste the same
far away, you hear echoes, say her name.

Day drags by, you race home to go to sleep
for she comes when dreams are fever-pitch deep.
Gobble down your cold supper, hit the hay
please, please let her come, you silently pray.
Soft clouds flow in, suddenly they depart,
she comes, easing into your wanting heart.

When you see her, her bright smile knocks you down
sweetest, prettiest girl in her small town.
But you were too scared, and you never asked,
in her beloved memory you now bask.
Join the club, many have been down that road
afraid of great beauty, scared to be bold.

R.J. Lindley,
July 22, 1976
Rhyme, ( Dreams, Angel and Hope)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When You Seek That Elusive Holy-Grail


When father time is short it burns,
you have now reached diminishing returns;
you seek elusive Holy-Grail,
find your ship too slow due to tattered sails,
years creep by and your soul cries out,
what the hell is life really about?

You find that Hope seems a lost cause,
that Fate initiates its ending clause;
shreds of light in your heart still rest,
you stumble on trying your very best,
bits of courage find ancient path,
giving you reprieve from Fate's darkest wrath!

Soon, you look for Nature's treasures,
knowing that with them come blissful pleasures;
such that oft heal and prolong life,
gifting peace of mind, soul's rest, ending strife,
as the years pass, you seek more light,
knowing its glows, defeat darkest of nights.

Rest assured, course millions have sailed,
when their sad soul and heart were both impaled;
all appeared lost, about to go,
sorrows heaped, days brought harder blows,
the sun refused to shine its bright,
all seemed lost, and devils lurked those dark nights!

When father time is short it burns,
you have now reached diminishing returns;
you seek elusive Holy-Grail,
find your ship too slow due to tattered sails,
years creep by and your soul cries out,
what the hell is life really about?

R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 15th, 1978
Rhyme, (Where Does Life Really Lead Us)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note---
Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)

Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 198

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Wish I, That Time Within Its Flow


Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!

In my woeful and darkened days,
over and deep, misery plays.
Red sun sets but I see no shine,
dark rests seas filled with bitter brine.
Shallow are the night's streaming dreams,
far too pale wandering moonbeams!

When I cry thus, "Woe this sad life"
Fate smiles and stabs deeper its knife.
A triple twist and mind explodes
pity I chose these darkened roads.
As pain then joins with sorrow's grief,
despair's pits come beyond belief!

Ancient history would have found,
this soul at rest and never bound.
For my curse, life is now too fast
chained to ship sailing at full mast.
Seas stormy and waves crashing high,
thus Heaven hears not my sad cries!

Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed
(a Sonnet duet)


Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.

Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.

The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.

~~~

Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!

Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!

In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost too much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!

Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays

Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley


_____________________________

'The Age of Summer Love'
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018

(and in an inspired response)

'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley
May 19, 2018
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*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

Susan's Note-

On May 17,2018, after I posted my Sonnet 'The Age of Summer Love', I received a lovely soup mail from my esteemed and kindhearted friend, Robert Lindley saying; 'Your poem so inspired me today!' Robert had composed a beautiful Sonnet in which each of his stanzas and closing couplet was in response to each of mine. His poem was yet to be titled so he bestowed upon me this awesome honor of naming his poem, which was then titled; 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed', posted on May 19, 2018. As you can imagine, I was moved and elated by his message and generous gesture. I then suggested to Robert that I thought it would be wonderful to combine both poems into a 'Sonnet duet' format and repost our poems together under a combined title. To my great delight and appreciation, Robert agreed. Thank you, my dear friend, Robert. I'm both honored and humbled by your talent and kindness. It is truly a blessing to share a friendship with you.

Here, I present our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!

My Note-
I read Susan's wonderful creation and immediately sat down to write this sonnet in reply. I then sent it to her and told her how much her fine sonnet had inspired me and this creation was the result of that inspiration.
Together, we discussed combining the two sonnets, as in the new poem, now re-titled and given a new life.
A truly sincere act, was met by yet another - that of my friend suggesting that perhaps we present these two sonnets together, showing the second sonnet as the reply that it is..
We worked out the details and this is the resulting collaboration.
Hope you may enjoy this and see that friendship/fellowship in poetry is far, far better than competition/envy.

Here, presented is our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Providence On Behalf Of Love


I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream

Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection

With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss

Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins

Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue

Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng

We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire

We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores


Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share

Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol



Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

_______________June 8, 2018______________


*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -



My Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Robert’s Poet’s Note: How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me - our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so.
A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet
as my dear friend most assuredly is...
As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..




Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished


Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights,
love began under stars and brightest of moonlights.
Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams;
fiery echoes, night trysts and pleasurable screams!
Love's greatest truth rests in thy bosom and kind heart,
destined to meet that night and our souls never part!

Fate fulfilled as we were thrilled, luscious love’s first blush,
time together, had forever, no need to rush.
Aroused desires stirred passions’ afire to burn
like pulsing embers in joined flames of wanton yearn,
till what was left, spent afterglow like cooling coal
our hot bed then our sanctuary soul to soul.

From passion's soul to soul, came steaming heart to heart,
delicious love made each night glowing as fine art.
Waking wrapped in love-joined joy, within Cupid's shot,
giving you my all and all I have ever got.
Days spent in loving arms that held our love so true,
knowing your soft heart lives in me and all I do.

From that day, when angels’ wings whispered you away,
tears I cry are sweet relief when my mind does stray.
Bleeding heart still blooms for you vibrant on the vine,
though seeking tendrils ache without you to entwine.
Oh the wish to taste your kiss, nectar ‘pon my lips,
your thrilling touch still lingers since your life’s eclipse.

Yet Fate had its saddest call, that none can deny,
ours was to live its love-feast and not reason why.
Now so alone, precious memories to sustain,
moments of mirth that alleviate the great pain,
feed my desires for your tender nightly embrace,
know, no power ever known, can our love erase.

Upon dawn's breaking, wake knowing you were once here,
another memory lessens days flow of tears.
Future promise of being joined in nightly bliss
and in that moment having all I now so miss;
your heart the flower, I the honey seeking bee,
our love entwined in paradise under love's tree.

Come take me to your Heaven's home of pearly light,
my sombre soul now needs you like the stars need night.
I look to skies bittersweet shades of twilight blue
and daydream of your denim eyes of darkest hue.
For a time imagining I’m held in your gaze
your magic’s purest charms still don’t fail to amaze.

Please find my kiss I’ve blown to you upon the breeze,
I send to you my love with prayers while on my knees.
Praying to be with you rather sooner than late,
memories move to close the circle of our fate.
Gather my soul, lift me to you like a feather,
with spun gossamer of sacred ties that tether.



Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

_______________June 13, 2018_______________


My poet’s note: My dear friend, again I have been honored and blessed to have the gift of composing this tale of love and its magnificent blessings with you!
My short poem fragment(first stanza)based upon a relationship I had over four decades ago, has been beautifully completed in our collaboration, because of your wonderful verses, inspiration, and immense talent.
Even beyond our friendship, you have further honored me with your great kindness and your truly generous gift of writing with me...
For all of that my dear friend, I am so deeply indebted...

Susan's poet’s note: Thank you my friend, for sharing your friendship and the joy of this write with me! Again, you lead the way with your splendid talent and abundant inspiration you so freely give. Your generous gifts light up my imagination and your beautiful lead stanza set the stage for a creative and poetic experience that made our collaboration most satisfying. Sharing concepts and creating our work together feels quite natural to me. I truly appreciate your deep and tender artistry, Robert, and also your patience for the delays caused by my busy-ness in these hectic days...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope


Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow!

That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams
with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems;
this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path
death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath,
torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift
chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift!

Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair
wading through this evil world's black pits without care;
her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost,
found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed.
I saw the world with open eyes but could not see
Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee...

Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart,
seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part.
My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race
as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face,
I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss
your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss.

That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith
willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith,
I found with you the heart to fall in love once more
and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor.
Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow
you have my whole attention for you stole the show.

Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 27, 2018

My poet's note: Yet again my dear friend I must thank you for your friendship, tremendous talent and collaborating with me to produce this wonderful poem.
As both Love and Hope are two of the greatest of treasures that mankind has.
This poem symbolizes the gifts that are given from both....
As always it is a true joy to compose with you and let our combined poetic voices be read.. I hope this poem touches the heart and soul of many that may have lost hope in life, love and the blessings that the future holds for them.

Susan Ashley poet’s note: Again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, Robert. There is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.. With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?

Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.

Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.

Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death And Its Loneliness Inflicted )


Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 124

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This Age Old Tale Has Now Been Truly Told

Farmer was old, beloved land eroded
Story told, how his farmhouse exploded
Very soon after he was newly wedded
Inquiry his young wife dearly dreaded.

His body freshly placed in new graveyard ground
Back at his farm only emptiness found
New wife and hired hand had fled so far away
None there caring enough to make them pay.

Sorrows in howling night winds there fiercely blew
Moaning echoed words that so many knew
Empty dynamite box hidden in old barn
Revealing this sad story is no yarn.

Train they took, had wrecked at rampage junction pass
Both dead in crushed steel, jagged window glass
Justice, they died young, while he so very old
This age old tale has now been truly told.

R.J. Lindley
Rhyme, (Dark Tales Told)
April 19th 1971
Note: Presented as was written for a high school class assignment.
Great teacher, so very strict, gave me a C+ grade on it....
She herself a great poet, I then barely 17 years old, thought the grade was just....
Now I think maybe, it was justly due at least a B....

Syllables Per Line: 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 122


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Long Shadows Leave Place Of Their Hidden Abode

When long shadows leave place of their hidden abode
of courageous hearts and great brave tales are told
for within man's savagery lurks souls worth saving
despite enormity of man's misbehaving!
Where heart dearest of desires and world's darkness meets
Are oft found fields of deep love or ashen defeats!

When shadows are victorious and gaily leave
epic the sorrows of those left to sadly grieve
as neither lights from bright sun nor glittering stars
can absolve evilest deeds or such bitter scars
For deep within broken hearts, life shattering dreams
Oft remains the dark hate that fails to souls redeem!

Where shadows in dancing groups and glory retreat
rests dark scavengers to bow at victories feet
as clamorous dens echoes their ravenous feasts
innocent children go to sleep fearing such beasts
Can it be that all mankind has such beasts within
Born inward hidden as punishment for its sins!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018

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Total # Words: 150

Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse?
I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me
I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house..
Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark
add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts
again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark
for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts
I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly
measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep
notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why
as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Therein Abound Orchards Gifting Hot Love-Bound Feasts

Exists a realm, far distant through imagination pass
where ghost-winds push over colorful cavernous morass
down into hauntingly beautiful valleys well below
bringing along sweet lovers night-dreams well in tow.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Heard is most magnificent music mind's eye can create
sunset hues bring deep joys far too often denied by Fate
and in that moment all remaining sorrows cast adrift
on oceans that hide away, to forever shift.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Nights beckoning moon summons up, love cherished memories
devoid of life's many woeful heart aching miseries
as heavenly skies sing out and parade wondrous new scenes
one can transform from any age back to their teens.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-5-2018
Rhyme, ( Love's Imagination and its Romance)

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Total # Words: 148

Note- This is harvested from a poem I wrote back in 1974. I decided today to use it as a foundation and do heavy editing to create a better presentation.
Hope yo may find this romantic poem a pleasant read and perhaps even spark dear sweet memories for you too.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Together We May Till New Virgin Ground

Each night my muse asks me, what have you done.
Have you inked pages for joy or just for fun,
I command you do so before you sleep
Give Love, Joy or Sorrow but make it deep!

As heart and soul opens, give equal measures
Compare life's miseries to its treasures,
Describe moon's brilliance and its sweetest shine
As gifts that enter other's hearts and thine!

Impress this world and in its destined Fate
Birth true words and scenes readers can relate,
Ask me for answers that elude your mind
Give honor and respect, receive in kind!

Together we may till new virgin ground
Enjoy play of harps and angelic sounds,
Stroll romance's gardens, adore its flowers
Increase pleasures and our writing powers!

If in this trek your heart strays to the dark
Do so with intense flames, not a mere spark,
Write soul's worries and its dearest of dreams
For giving of heart and soul oft redeems!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2018
Rhyme, ( Conversing With My Muse)

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Poet's Notes
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme
original version written , March 9th, 1977
edited/updated today- August 9th , forty-one years later

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References list
1. Jason's Golden Fleece*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Fleece
2. Serengeti*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serengeti_National_Park
3 Horn*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horn_of_Africa
4. Rock of Gibraltar*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_of_Gibraltar
5. Hermes*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes
6. Odin*
https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odin
7. Thor*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thor
8. Minotaur*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur
9. Nectar of the Gods* (Ambrosia)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambrosia
10. Eurytus' bow*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Eurytus_of_Oechalia
11. Titans*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titan_(mythology)
12. Heracles sword*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heracles
13. Elf*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elf
14. Atilla's*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attila
15. Hammer of Hephaestus*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
16. Forest of Burzee*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_of_Burzee
17. Asgard*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asgard
18. Undines*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Undine_(disambiguation)
19. Amphitrite*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphitrite
20. Ao Qin*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_King
21. Vahalla*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valhalla


For This Is The Story, An Old Poet Sought Not To Miss
(Part One)

I've ate Eden's last apple, coveted Jason's* golden fleece
chained myself in caverns of darkness, begging no release
refused mighty crowns of power, fed myself painful feasts
crushed my beating heart, as if it were a ravenous beast.

I've tamed the lions of Serengeti, sailed around the Horn*
trekked unarmed, darkest jungles, where fiercest beasts are born
slain dragons with Sequoias, tossed Rock of Gibraltar*
walked in realms of Hades, spat upon its first altar.

I've outran Hermes*, sank my teeth deep into granite walls
sat beside Odin, gave Thor's first crown in Valhalla's* halls
wrestled mighty Minotaur*, its armored hide I ripped
stole the Nectar of the Gods*, laughed at them as I sipped.

I've shot Eurytus' bow*, killed Titans* with Heracles sword*
defeated dark Elf* armies, massacred Atilla's* first horde
swung Hammer of Hephaestus*, slept in Forest of Burzee*
trained Arminius army, taught them to show no mercy.

I've quenched Vesuvius fires, held lightning in my hand
flew bright skies over Asgard*, defended its precious homelands
swam with Undines*, feasted with beautiful Amphitrite*
fished with my friend Ao Qin*, dragon king of the Southern Sea.

I've seen this world of fantasy, inked its splendor in words
sailed in its oceans of love and flown with magical birds
dreamed in its word-paradise and found true love's deepest kiss
for this is the story, an old poet sought not to miss.

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme
original version written , March 9th, 1977
edited/updated today- August 9th , forty-one years later


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

I was bored a bit today , so I decided to edit and present this old poem. --Tyr

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Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
Rhyme- ( A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)

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Total # Words: 230

Note- At an early age (14, ) I was given a book of poems to read and in it were several poems written by Emily Dickinson. Her poem, "I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce"- its depths and though provoking all , lit something in my soul.That and my next discovery of Byron, spurred me to consider writing poetry.
Once I started there was no going back. Call it a blessing or a curse, oft it seems to be one or the other to me......
A poet I became and a poet I shall surely die.*
In between, I write to love and write to cry.*
Swam in magical oceans, wrote many sad goodbyes*
Ink pumps in my poet heart and glows in poet's eyes

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Inspiration, A Gift From Sweet Emily's Hands
(A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)

Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.

Inking rhyming verses to please
you sat so perfectly at ease,
your poems marvels to behold
you wrote of love and life so bold.

True beauty splashed out in black ink
gifting words that cause us to think,
good and bad in equal measures
life sad, yet seeking not treasures.

Compelling to the reader's mind
free, seeking no return in kind,
your golden pen, your mighty brush
brilliant art painted, without rush.

Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.

Your loving heart, broken too oft
tho' your words were spoken so soft,
loss and pain you had to endure
yet your poetry, sweet and pure.

Now your soul reveals from the past
to show depths of kindness that last,
to show passions in this dark world
this pit, we find we have been hurled.

Writing you words in loving praise
you from darkness, this soul did raise
to see dawn cast breath in the morn
to find truth, in my being born.

Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
Rhyme- ( A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)


Note- At an early age (14, ) I was given a book of poems to read and in it were several poems written by Emily Dickinson. Her poem, "I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce"- its depths and though provoking all , lit something in my soul.That and my next discovery of Byron, spurred me to consider writing poetry.
Once I started there was no going back. Call it a blessing or a curse, oft it seems to be one or the other to me......
A poet I became and a poet I shall surely die.*
In between, I write to love and write to cry.*
Swam in magical oceans, wrote many sad goodbyes*
Ink pumps in my poet heart and glows in my poet eyes*


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

I woke this morn and decided that I would write about one of my top ten favorite poets. Read a poem by each and after that chose Emily Dickinson...
Hope you may fine some value, some enjoyment in the reading of this piece ..-Tyr

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Breathing, Soft Heaving Bosom Swells

Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.

Breathing, soft heaving bosom swells
O' pleasures, past glorious bells
And Fated bounty was given
For then Love was in the liven
First kiss, gold coins in wishing wells
Sexual thoughts one never tells.

Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth, romance and past treasures once found)

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Total # Words: 82

Note-
Muse said, write and today make it happy and glad
for those dark storming skies have fled far out to sea
think of the wonders, the past lovers you've had
pen poetic words that renews soul, sets one free.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Matters, Should One See Past That Last Mile


What matters, diamonds , silver or gold
when one is getting slow and too damn old.
What matters, if the truest of truths be told,
that dying alone is so sad and cold?

What matters, if life yields no more ripe fruits
when one will soon visit soil and grass roots.
What matters, if ones buried without boots,
or if one can dies with life's stolen loot?

What matters, if blue skies no longer smile
and one sees the past, world's evil and guile.
What matters, should one see past that last mile,
or hold on harder just a little while?

Love, Family and Life is what matters
Without Love, all is thin glass that shatters.

R. J. Lindley,
October 17th, 1976
Sonnet, ( Deepest depths of Love are, purest of Truths)

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Old Note- Inspired by book I read. A very sad tale of an old man dying alone in a cabin, deep in the wilderness. Having lived his last years enjoying Nature's beauty and the inner peace that often comes from its magnificence and solitude. He having lived a great and wild life when young but dying alone , having no children and self-exiled from his friends, saw the sad truth in his last days..

New Note- Sharing this taken from one of my private journals. Looking back I I see that this was written a few months after my 14 year old baby brother's electrocution death.. Trying to remember how much of that went into this piece....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note: Yet again it is my great pleasure to present here another collaboration written by we three poets,
my dear friends, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren and I. I feel very blessed to have written my part
several weeks ago and then watch as each of my wonderful writing partners carried the torch
to make this a beautiful and richer creation. As always both crafted such exquisite and profound
verses to bring this poem to a very fine finish.
I hope the readers enjoy the fruits of the unification of our three hearts, souls and minds,
with the sincere goal of each- striving to give to others..


All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.

Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!

Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.

Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing...

In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love,
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.

Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence,
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.

Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.

Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.

With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren

(a collaboration)

August 26, 2018


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Rocky Shores Now So Sorely Bruise These Naked Feet

Bitter the thickest of brine at the water's edge
bringing memories of your lying fallen pledge;
clashing with hoarded treasures of hot wondrous nights
are your empty words, once believed to be so right.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

Across watery divide, this truth I confide
I then, so in love had dismissed your darker side;
now the tormenting night-ghosts of what might have been
curse, happily point out you were never my friend.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

With angry waves stirring up bleached bones in that brine
this demolished grieving soul, screams out please be mine;
in vivid dreams heart tragically cries your name
knowing no mercy comes, sorrows always remain.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-31-2018
Rhyme- *Sad and Dark*, ( Dreams Remembered, Sorrows That Ache)

Note- Oft from a dream remembered, I find fodder to compose.
in this case the dream was based upon a real life loss love from my youth.
Sometimes the pain and sorrows are too great and instead of writing to present here - I bury it deeper, while hoping it magically disappears.
Never works but often we repeat in hope that some relief be granted.
Having now written this piece, perhaps such relief shall be given..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died


He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone.
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl scared one and all
Hellfire in his gut, Pap would bear hunt him each Fall.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

As a pup Redbone was as beauty to behold
Such as never before loved by a six year old.
Soon red coat shining, he became muscle and bone
That is why our Ole Pap came to name him Redbone.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Eight years flew on by and Redbone was loved by all
Eigth season he was slower to come when we call.
Ole Pap call for first morn's hunt and heard not a bark
Redbone only growled showing his teeth like a shark.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Ole Pap shot back, last bear hunt tore you up a bit
Then his chew of tobacco, oft front porch he spit.
Redbone just lay there, Ole Pap said, old friend just rest
You have been a fine hunting dog, the very best.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Next night midnight moon rose, we heard a moaning yelp
Our old faithful friend, our Redbone's last call for help.
Ole Pap went out, came back in with sad ashen face
He said, Redbone is gone, friend we can not replace.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.


R. J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Sad Story about the death of Redbone)

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Note- I wrote this one, if memory serves me well, either in 1972 or 1973..
Presented today as was written --no edits..
Based upon the sad end of a fine and faithful dog that was truly and deeply loved!!!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part One

First Note--

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One

What ails man, lives deep inside

festering in his arrogant pride,
Like a seedling forever up-torn
blackness in him thus born,
Woe to thee, that human breath take
for earth's black lust thee partakes
As Poe saw, the Raven foretells,
human flesh absorbs many hells
And black hearts answer those calls
tho' to hide man builds many walls.

[B] The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part One)

I saw the beast, drew my trusty sword
The crowd was there, a ghastly little horde
Devoid of dawn and reeking of decay
allowing indifference to hold greatest sway.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its eyes throwing flames
The crowd was there, playing childish games
Beast roared and threw a vicious claw
Crowd applauded it, they one and all.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw beast, its fangs showed through its smile
The crowd was there, with lust and usual guile
Crying with hearts, black and frozen as ice
Shouting kill the man, saying it thrice.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its flaming tail hit my head
The crowd was there, laughed the more I bled
Taken aback, my courage ate the mighty blow
Crowd screamed out, more blood for the show.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, slashing out in agonizing pain
The crowd was there, shouting man can not win again
With final blow, my sword pierced its black heart
The crowd rushed forth seeking to rip me apart.

With a mighty blow, new beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Posted 9-12-2018
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The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part Two

Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)


What ails man, lives deep inside

alone can not purge, tho' many have tried,



eating flesh and blood from dust risen,
infinite black holding soul in its prison,
with fanged teeth and ever deep famished bites,
seeking to betray hope and heavenly sights,
as man walks in darkness and cries his woes,
it gnaws away at decaying fingers and toes,
forever hidden from gift of renewing light
ancient ghastly beast sworn to ever fight.


The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part Two)



Again, new beast has risen, as was before
Famished, seeking its first meal, blood and gore
With my sword heavy and soaked deep bloody red
I slash at is massive scaled body instead.

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Rebirth had given it size and armored scales
New behemoth fired from crowd's hate and angry wails
Alas! This giant, its strength taxed my courage hard
Tho' a hardened warrior bred, my soul was a bard.

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Steeping back, I saw its armored hide its great girth
Tho' fearful I swear to win, giving all my worth
Mind now hampered by fear, its defeating powers
I fought savage beast, growing weaker each new hour

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Alas! Losing hope, day and night have now flown on past
Weary, courage waning, for I fear each blow my last
Only prayers have sustained courage, my strength and heart
Should I fail, my body would be ripped apart

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

From heavens above a thunderclap struck the ground
in its debris, new sword and glowing armor I found
Saving grace delivered to this worn, weary soul
Renewing hope's powers and faith to reach my goal

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part Two


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Posted 9-14- 2018

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Embrace That Love, Romance That So Overwhelms

Sad and alone, missing your breath again
my heart's softest beat, my one truest friend;
with your smile a dawn's symphony of lights,
your ardor the wondrous magic, our nights
and your caress, the treasure of paradise
no more needed, such will always suffice.

Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.

I sit sad and alone, singing my pains
my soul's deepest desires, our love's remains;
your sweetest touch at morn's new brightest hours,
our bed of silk, together our showers
and promise of day's pleasures with you
each a bounty, a blessing, just we two.

Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.

Sad and alone, missing your breath again
my heart's softest beat, my one truest friend;
with your smile a dawn's symphony of lights,
your ardor the wondrous magic, our nights
and your caress, the treasure of paradise
no more needed, such will always suffice.

Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2018
Rhyme, ( A Romance That Never Dies )

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R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1975
Rhyme, (What My Wise Muse Once Told Me To Compose)

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Yes, When It Is Truly Time To

Time to bury the past, move on
sing again in different tone;
climb another mystery hill*
soothe sooner ones love aching bone.

Time to dance a jig, fancy-feet
with dawns to gloriously meet;
no longer hold sorrows that kill*
allow true love and life to greet.

Time to romance and wed ones bliss
savor forever that first kiss;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
embrace love, destined not to miss.

Time to stop heartache, truly live
carry joy in ones soul, forgive;
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*
grow bountiful crops, just to give.

Climb another mystery hill*
no longer hold sorrows that kill*;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*.

R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1975
Rhyme, (What My Wise Muse Once Told Me To Compose)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Decided to present this old poem written 43 years ago at age 21.. No changes made--presented as was originally written.

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Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew

Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew
with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new.
Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine
her beauty and purity no words could define.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away
nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray.
As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall
she never said uttered a word needing recall.
Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light
romancing her first love and precious was her sight.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse
and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse.
Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill
reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil
and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth
enchanting was the tender season of her youth.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush
until aurora banished night in her gold rush
of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’
desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon -
a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity,
time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe,
her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow
a life of beauty echoing the words of love
now distant in the skies with kindness up above
when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills
of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold
beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold
through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care
to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer
endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace
with charms up above, she remains my saving grace.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.)
October 2, 2018

This collaboration was:
Awarded Poem of the Day and also later
awarded as ~ Poem Of The Week ~
Week of October 7, 2018

Note- It is my great honor and deep pleasure to once again help compose and present this our heartfelt and romantic presentation of life, love and beautiful song and dance when in love with a goddess that stirs the smitten soul to shine and give thanks for its dear and sweet blessing.
Susan and Teppo, tho' it has taken a month to get this to completion, it has been a great joy to write and also discuss poetry with two such amazingly talented poets. I am truly and doubly blessed to have two such great friends and fantastic writing partners..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I posted this OUR THIRD collaboration at our home poetry site about 8 hours ago and now find it has been awarded Poem Of The Day in that brief span of time.
I've never before seen such occur at our poetry site and am very pleased that my two dear friends and writing partners share in that fine honor.
Our 2nd collaboration posted back on August 8th, received both honors, POTD and Poem Of The Week....
A blessing to have found two such great friends and exceptional writing partners, and also be able to show at our poetry site how poets can work together without jealousy, bias and ego driven animosity. Something that in my opinion desperately needed to be given greater exposure there.....---Tyr

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Reading today from a couple of my old journals and found this. I was 20 years old when I wrote this and even now can still feel the loss of my friend.
Death of delivers its blows given unto youth, even into old age...--Tyr

As Truth Shelters Its Abundance Buried Within Its Fruits

As deep well fires burn into a cavern hidden deep
fleeing embers fly unto the one and beseeching skies
for darkness walks here, as if a fleet footed whisper
within its power is the seeds of awe in man's fallen heart

Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.

Day and night spin to weaken this murdering dread
each a sharpened sword to slash where evil lays in wait
and in that cycle of mans joy and his greatest of grief
mysteries abound, the poisons of its sorcery, its gall.

Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.

He that seeks solitude may thus find greater knowledge
for within silence's eternal dance, Love waits with key
shall man's fallen heart, also torment his broken soul
if Fate decides, even that too, will yield to the Light.

Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.

R.J. Lindley,
1974 ( To my friend, William)

Old Note-
You my dear friend have passed on. Your friendship can never leave this aching heart. A brother you were to me since our first fight ( our friendship born thus). A friend, I found in my darkest hour.
I too, shall one day see the door that you have passed through and may it be in friendship, your glad hand and warm smile that greets me on the other side.

New Note- What assails the weaken state of man tis but the emptiness his soul finds in the dark. But crack a pane, loosen a stone and weakness becomes strength to see past the veil and walk upright in the newly lit path...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The poem presented below is my entry in SilentOne's , Response to If' contest. The title If refers to Rudyard Kipling's worlds famous poem titled If.
Presented just below my entry. I make no pretense that my poem even starts to approach the brilliance and world famous class of Kipling's fantastic verses. I simply wrote to the best of my ability and what his awesome and world famous creation inspired me to compose.--Tyr


IF

If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:

If your, family, its love is your rock
Your spirit dances with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you see courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:

If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If your heart's sincere love you not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!

If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!

10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

*************
If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Contest now judged, this poem was awarded first place.--Tyr

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In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane

Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.

With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.

Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow

In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.

Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.

In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.

She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.

With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.

She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.

No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.

Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane, collaboration.
11-01- 2018

Thank you for writing with me yet again after such a long break my friend. Your invitation to do another collaboration was a great gift and a blessing given to me. I sincerely appreciate such great kindness as well as your great advice given on poetry/editing. As such shows great talent and true poetic heart. You magnificent verses makes this a truly golden poem.
God bless always..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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(Double sonnets- Part One)

Death First Knocks, Fear Then Enters, Plea Given

Cold hand of death, thy touch arrives too soon
Weakens my breath, sorrows my tragic tune
Thy blow that hits hard, thy strike will deny
More years to this bard, yet gift saddest skies
Alas! Will not thy deed, be a great waste
Thy kiss, I have no need, its bitter taste
Deep bite of thy fangs, this heart fails to awe
Bittersweet death pangs, where true love recalls
Life was oft honey-sweet, days pure and true
Pray dawn we meet, rather than I curse you
Stay thy hand one hour, tis but a small plea
Let me greet faith's power, then finish me
Now friend, your silence speaks, I shed no tears
Moment I was weak, faith now allays fears

~ Death comes with a hiss, to give its reply ~
~ Where came such bliss, that soul ceases to cry~

Fear me the more, I hold thy mortal coil
Life has no soft shore, man sprang from earth's soil
Thy spirit rebels, this fate thy wrongs bring
Death offers its hells, dare thee to now sing
Thy request I grant, gifting thee a week
If vows thee recant, and curse as you speak
Bow to my power, I death ruleth all
I gift thee more hours, walk in my dark halls
One week I return, more time thee may earn
My deadly flame burns, thy love I so spurn
Then you must submit, curse thy day of birth
I have thus seen fit, to measure thy worth
Giveth me your praise, bow to my great strength
Life is a maze, thine I can give more length.

~ Away Death has flown, human spirit asks ~
~ Have I been shown, glimpse behind death's black-mask ~

Part Two, Double sonnets- Will faith hold power or temptation of having longer life rule.
To be written...

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Another Sweet Heart Crushed

Another angel lost
By Fate's hot burning brand;
Cheap was the ghastly cost,
unclean the reaping hand.

Another vessel broke
In life's wicked charade;
In blackest of air stoked,
misery on parade.

Another sweet heart crushed
Youthful innocence cut;
By rumor verdict rushed,
Gossip consuming glut.

Another soul cut deep
By foulest of black lies;
Birthing words cast forth cheap,
sent virtue sailing bye.

Another day awaits
Truth to stir, to be freed;
Held back by those that hate,
And sow their poison seed.

Another death ends all
Truth had come forth to bear;
Too late stop her sad fall,
This dark world had no care.

R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1974
Rhyme in Six, (When Lying Gossip Destroys Virtue)

Syllables Per Line: 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 106

(Old) Note- My dear friend has had a great lie spread that destroys her virtue.
My lone voice telling others that the guy admitted to me that he lied and my telling others of this has had no impact- the believers want to believe and want to mock her. She being devastated, has considered the unthinkable act.
Those wanting to believe lies never accept truth.
She has moved out of state because one person decided to destroy her reputation. And even truth being brought forth has no impact.

New note: I lost track of her but several years later heard that she had indeed did the unthinkable act. Evil, darkness and wicked souls too oft get by destroying innocent people. Laws protect such people from we that would otherwise deliver justice unto them!
Taken from one of my old private journals, decided that this should see the light of day. Verses edited today, her name removed.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The poem presented below is my entry in SilentOne's , Response to If' contest. The title If refers to Rudyard Kipling's worlds famous poem titled If.
Presented just below my entry. I make no pretense that my poem even starts to approach the brilliance and world famous class of Kipling's fantastic verses. I simply wrote to the best of my ability and what his awesome and world famous creation inspired me to compose.--Tyr


IF

If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:

If your, family, its love is your rock
Your spirit dances with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you see courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:

If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If your heart's sincere love you not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!

If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!

10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

*************
If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Contest now judged, this poem was awarded first place.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love

Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent by your soft kisses each day.

Hold true this obsession of mine
winning your heart my faithful goal
pray our years all joyous and fine
fulfilling love-dreams in the whole;
with dance, calmest of interludes,
beauty complimenting thy grace,
we fly to lofty altitudes
our deep love, nothing can erase.

Hold true this obsession of mine
that treasures I lay at you feet
I forever let your light shine
each dawn waking to your smile greet;
with rapture born of life well spent
your singing voice echoes our love
your beauty there on satin sheets
and our happiness born thereof.

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, ( When Truest Love Holds Sway)

Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables:192
Total # Words: 145

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Note:
Written after years of study of this brutal and murderous act and from reading this firsthand
account from the pen of soldier that was serving and in duty along that cold-hearted and
ghastly long death match forced upon these innocent people!

Where no honor, no respect, no pity, no decency was given them and deliberate cruelty was inflicted
upon all these Native Americans, young and old,weak and frail- all deliberately ill provided for and suffering from lack of food, bitter cold and forced marched under the most inhumane conditions possible.
Resulting in 4000 deaths... buried in unmarked graves.. Robert


https://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/TheTrailOfTears-Cherokee.html

A Rhyming Tale Of The Barbaric, Murderous, Trail Of Tears

Sun had failed to rise on this once deep and true red-bloodied land
Horrors of death, shock and saddest surprise was soon to be at hand
Tiny moccasin feet trudged along in coldest of that bitter wintry cold
So many innocent lives, would never live to become another year old
All captured, forced on a march, their innocent lives had been sold.

Proud and hearty race of people living true within Nature's fold
By government order captured,sent away,because greed and lies told
Imagine being dragged out, forced to travel barefoot in brutal weather
Those that so loved their homeland and oft wore proudly eagle feathers
The old and frail oft beaten by wagon driver's stinging whip's leather.

Shall we now so trample newborn flowers, forget our ancient dead
Denying hope's sweetest dreams and stumble forth blindly instead
Shall we forget deliberate horrors and think love and mercy won instead
Or dare to see barbarity, murder and murder of those whose skin was read
Hide this historic tragedy while we sleep warm, and safe in our beds.

Dare we examine massive cruelties that man inflicts with heavy hand
Walk along each blinded path embracing evil's dark, few can withstand
What of four thousands innocent lives lost for such greed, ill gains
Is not this true historic account a lesson, evidence of wicked stains
Fraught with great tragedy, unnecessary deaths and god awful pains.

In my dreams I see, those poor children starving or else frozen to death
In my harshest oaths, swear never again, not while I still have living breath
O' the wails and moans of mothers moaning out such grave, grievous loss
While their hardhearted cavalry masters, carried on giving not a damn toss
With no more thought than that of kicking a rock, covered with moss.

Sun had failed to rise on this once deep and true red-bloodied land
Horrors of death, shock and saddest surprise was soon to be at hand
Tiny moccasin feet trudged along in coldest of that bitter wintry cold
So many innocent lives, would never live to become another year old
All captured, forced on a march, their innocent lives had been sold.

Not for any contest
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, (Based on the true story of horrific inhumanity, murder and epic loss of Native Americans)
11-18-2018
NOT FOR CONTEST....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Deeper The Well, More Bitter Its Drink Tastes

Days of youth, with its wanton lusts
Blind to truth, dark winds came in gusts
Poison to seize ill gotten gains
Saddest memories, its remains!

Treasures remain, foiled by heart's greed
Greed's sad stain, epic loss decreed
By black shadows in human souls
Darken lies, take their heavy tolls!

Flowers wane, water and sun lost
Sin's dark bane, sweet fruits, at what costs?
Stolen goods, youth's untamed ardor
All changed, life becomes much harder.

Pleasures sought, with no real concerns
Blindly bought, pray youth one day learns
Life punishes hurts thus dark born
By regretful nights so forlorn.

Deep the well, bitter its drink tastes
Black the hell, into which one wastes
When passion has no ruing guide
hell's shadows chase, nowhere to hide!

Hold to Light, that lone dark voice fails
Keep in sight, all that honor tells
For sorrows, are regrets oft laid
By deeds that world demands be made!

Love's treasures, let passions be true
Joy's pleasures, are gems that accrue
From kindness and sweet loving ways
Are true innocence, when kids play.

R.J. Lindley,
Original, December 5th, 1988
This version edited, today December 16th, 2018
(Thoughts on youth and mistakes passionately made)

Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 176

Note: While looking at older poems to edit and present, I found this one.
Since in was written in December thirty years ago, I thought it fitting to
edit it and present here this December. The original had a mixed syllable
count. I first edited to achieve ten syllables per verse. But, but that
is when my overbearing and demanding muse stepped in and commanded that
I try eight syllable verses. Next came a coin toss and the eight verse
version won. My muse was happy but my poet's soul woefully cries out for
the abandoned ten syllable version! A man must honor the results of a coin
toss, methinks. Unless the muse fixed the coin toss too!
What say ye such thinking??

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Western. Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)

Note- Original was composed in ten syllable verses back in 1978.
A couple days ago, I decided to rewrite this tale in twelve syllable
verses in order to give it more power, color, depth, imagery and
heart. As well as change the ending.

When young and composing , I let the wild young cowboy win and get the beautiful gal. But now that I too am an old man, I decided it would be best if the brash and wild young cowboy dies. And and leave as a mystery of which of the other two men live. I was tempted to present both versions separately, but decided perhaps it is best to present just this new one. Let the old dog from the past, just fade into oblivion....

Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie

Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie
Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me
Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles
Begging for more of my sexy beautiful smiles
A handsome brave soul to protect and deep-love me
Not monstrous brute to slap around and shove me!

He said, I want a sexy queen to rely on
Rest my head on warm breasts, maybe even die on
Sweet angel that will travel with me to Tucson
One I can let my tender love cravings loose on
Faithful dear wife, that will honor and obey me
With sexual heat, almost enough to slay me!

Her father said, my daughter is too good for him
She will not wed that hombre on such foolish whim
I too am a strong man, that carries fast six-gun
He will learn a hard lesson before I am done
I sent a letter telling him he must heed me
Else he will die, his bullets will never bleed me!

Her town folk said, her beauty will get him buried
One can not blame her dad, he is tired and wearied
That cowboy hails from family in Laramie
Brave kind that warns, best you make no damn dare of me
Dad should remind her, best that you take care of me
Rid yourself of that wild young fool from Laramie!

Sheriff said, we allow showdowns in Laramie
Neither cowboy would dare stop or be scared of me
Come morn, front street will see blood, dying or the dead
Tragic that gal chose not to leave our town instead
I will do that which this wild town demands of me
As long as citizens back, take this stand with me!

Newspaper read, yesterday our town saw blood-red
Shootout woke older folks from their early night beds
In saloon came that young cowboy from Laramie
Her dad saw and said, he wants a bad share of me
I guess Fate's death hand will now decide which of we
Will see new dawn, me or cowboy from Laramie!

Street was dark as both strolled out into its dim lights
Many will regret missing bravest fight of fights
Between old man, brash young cowboy from Laramie
Both fighters were totally unaware of me
Now with six guns stood Fate's black-hand upon we three
For that sweet beauty had once been in love with me!

I yelled, old man and young lad from Laramie
Walk away, else both will get wicked share of me
One could have heard pin drop as they stared at me
With live or die look, let Fate decide we shall see
Come morn, cemetery would welcome two of three
And shot full of holes was cowboy from Laramie!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2018 (Previous date 1978)
Rhyme, ( Western, Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

First offering of my poet dedication series..


Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born, first dedication poem
.

Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information

A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron.

Notices of the Life of Lord Byron by Thomas Moore, 1835

Lady Byron Vindicated: A History of The Byron Controversy, From Its Beginning in 1816 to the Present Time by Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1870

Byron: Biography and Chronology

Byron: Images
portraits of the poet, his family and friends

Byron: Selected Poetry

Byron: Selected Letters
Byron: Contemporary and Critical Opinion
Byron on Keats: At the John Keats site

Byron's lovers: Lady Caroline Lamb
Byron's wife: Anne Isabella Milbanke currently unavailable; being redesigned and rewritten

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan

Letters
Lord Byron to Francis Hodgson, 3 November 1808
Thomas Moore, Venice, February 2, 1818
Thomas Moore September 1814
Lord Byron Letter To Henry Drury Salsette Frigate, 3 May 1810
Lord Byron Letters To John Murray, Venice, April 6, 1819

DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series
honoring great poets.


******************************************
I decided to do two sonnets in dedication to my favorite poet, Byron.
I have since written two poems in dedication to my second favorite poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.--Tyr

(Sonnet 1)

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born
(Sonnet Number One)

Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
My years flew by as sweet as summer's breeze.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born
underneath the tall and ancient oak trees.
Mother Nature gave me breath, my heartbeat,
soft like distant thunder in a quiet gale.
Being blessed with mighty strength and fleet of feet
I traveled fast past rivers, hill and dale,
scattering each with magnificent seeds
helped to and fro by water, hoe, and wind.
They sprouted even in thickest thorny weeds
and all the more in verse, I vow to send.

Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019

(Sonnet 2)

She An Angel, Ravenous In My Sight
(Sonnet Number Two)

Behold as shining frost on roses bright
its glint, a gasping pleasure to mine eyes
she an angel, ravenous in my sight
tho' her countenance some deny.

Dear blessing, that her power never dies
its renewals, this earth needs all the more
from its width, its canopy of blue skies
one may seek fortune from its, shore to shore.

Sweet those deep treasures her heart gives away
her immense depths we too oft fail to see
We in blindness let apathy hold sway
as we pride ourselves, far greater than she.

Behold as shining frost on roses bright.
She an angel, ravenous in my sight.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
Sonnet (Number two)

Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information

A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron. See more details in notes shown above.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Second offering of my poet dedication series.


Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon Dedication series
Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement Romanticism
Spouse Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/
BISH; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the
major English Romantic poets, who is regarded by
some as among the finer lyric and philosophical
poets in the English language, and one of the more
influential. A radical in his poetry as well as
in his political and social views, Shelley did
not see fame during his lifetime, but recognition
of his achievements in poetry grew steadily
following his death. Shelley was a key member
of a close circle of visionary poets and writers
that included Lord Byron, Leigh Hunt, Thomas Love Peacock
and his own second wife, Mary Shelley, the author
of Frankenstein.
Shelley is perhaps best known for classic poems such as
Ozymandias, Ode to the West Wind, To a Skylark, Music,
When Soft Voices Die, The Cloud and The Masque of Anarchy.
His other major works include a groundbreaking verse drama
The Cenci (1819) and long, visionary, philosophical poems
such as Queen Mab (later reworked as The Daemon of the World),
Alastor, The Revolt of Islam, Adonaïs, Prometheus Unbound (1820)
—widely considered to be his masterpiece—Hellas:
A Lyrical Drama (1821), and his final, unfinished work,
The Triumph of Life (1822)

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First Dedication poem to Shelley

Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon
(Dedication To Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?

His pen wrote fine lines, splattering it's ink
to selfish bidding, it refused to sink.
His heart roared out, "let them wither away"
their greedy commands I will not obey.
Poet's soul seeking great and better things
spreading love, peace, joy as its ardor sings
Knowing Dark's appetite had ate lost-hearts
its massive powers torn goodness apart.

Each morn, he rose to ink out his sworn vow
gift words, as only a poet knows how.
With paper and thought, he scribbled true deep
oft denying his wants or needed sleep.
Sadness came as others shot their arrows
those not knowing, God sees wounded sparrows.
With love and mercy, gives his divine aid
to those suffering from evil's sharp blade.

Years piled up, brief decades ate their fill
his tender heart refused their unjust bill.
With courage found in a cause that is right
black ink stained blank pages, morning, noon and night.
His eyes were tired and too oft his hands cramped
yet his vow was, not join their selfish camp.
He saw death, soon as it broke through his shield
he stood there, refusing to ever yield.

Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Those That Write To Give To Others )
Dedicated to the life and poetry of the famous poet
that died far too young, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Second dedication poem- to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Weeping Willows, Thy Tears Wake My Slumber

Ye graceful angel, thy truer heart speaks
with Hope's promise of resplendent relief
in that bounty, deep empathy thus peaks
to give mercy's gifts in divine belief.
Rose-red flowers, thy garden in full bloom
for none other has such soft graceful kiss
there is love and warmth in thy treasure room
riaments of gold found within thy sweet bliss.

Thy forest colors shine, upon each leaf
as whispering winds seeds recover
thy hands gift back joy taken by sorrow's thief
romance gems, Love's return discovery.
In that dance in romanticism's deep vault
thy songs and inspiring words give much more
Love, removing regrets of ones great faults
jewels cast within heavenly downpour.

Weeping willow's sorrows having been shed
sky brightens and gives sight of rainbow hues
as glad heart heals all, in soul love embeds
its splendor of life that ever renews.
Angel, thy pure beauty we now behold
coupled with allure of thy graceful smile
dare we in our wildest dreams be so bold
as to request to hold, thy hand a while.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
dedicated to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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The complete set of all three poems, honoring Edgar Allan Poe !!!!
From my ongoing poet dedication series..
Third poet honored in this series, after 1. Lord Byron, 2. Shelley.. 3. Edgar Allan Poe


(1)

*First poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
(Written for the third poet on the list in my poet dedication series)

Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe
chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show
down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign
all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain.
From its throne, flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat
as Raven's prison guards, knock old Master Poe off his feet
then Raven transform back into the human Ravenking
with anger and heartless ire, at Master Poe's head flings
the ruby-red ring that Poe once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee
and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see!

With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee
she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee
her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered
her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered.
One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks
for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books
gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love
it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove
as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud
out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood.99

Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told
reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold
horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in
from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins.
Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance
verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance
we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains
for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains
Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands
for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands!

With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours
beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers
every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation
all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station.
Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink
tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think
how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love
not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove
with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me
were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free!

Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt
Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt
turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart
have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart.
Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true
remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you
guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone
she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones
dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away
nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray.

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
yes Lord, your warnings I choose to ignore to gain fame and treasure
it cost us Love's truth, gave blood, doom and gloom in equal measure.
I beg you, with your power stop cruel torture, this savage brutal display
for there is no great price that I will not right happily agree to pay
and even unto my death if that be your decision and your divine will
instead of her, let his evil hands my blood, my guts, this night spill
I beseech you, I pray this great mercy, its honor and saving grace
from this hideous old demon, remove my Annabel Lee, her every trace!

Ravenking finally taking notice, hearing old Master Poe's request
laughed that wicked laugh and shouted out -is that, is it your best
that you moan and with futility pray when I have you curse bound
for 'tis I, that gave all the glory and fame your sorry soul ever found.
Ask, but know this, nobody here ever rules over me the mighty Ravenking
for here my powers are absolute and here for every crumb all must sing
here all are condemned and here none may ever leave, all shall remain
such is punishment for greed, lusts and all glory they sought to gain
so now that you have had your pitiful little useless human pleas
you watch, as I break her frail bones by the two's, even by the three's!

At that moment the curtain slowing moved and then it slowing fell
a rustle, a low creak as from behind it a demon strolled out to tell
Act One has now ended, please stay in your seats, soon comes Act Two
Ravenking has promised, it too will be dark and bloody through and through.
In keeping with old Master Poe's legendary image we am to please
so enjoy the show, its horrors and sit back for more at your sweet ease
for none would dare want to miss the gruesome scenes from the next Act
as our wicked show has now only just begun and that is a solid gold fact
Ravenking has brought some friends, fresh from Hades's pits, now unbound
you will be rewarded by their victims and their new agonizing loud sounds!

Act Two, waits from an old and very tired poet to write its dark evil verses
his knowledge of this dark world, just may shed more Light on its many curses
should his poet pen falter and leave you in state of confusion and suspense
remember this, Master Poe's curse, the Raven, the Ravenking are only pretence.
Know Poe's magnificent writings came from genius, inked-sweat from his brow
tho' we may sincerely try gaining fame, its elusive treasures, so few know how
yet our famous old Master Poe has his and truly none can ever take that away
if one reads his fantastic and golden verses, they just may find their own way
just be careful and never make deals that may the dark Ravenking give control
over your heart, mind, life and definitely not your Heaven promised mortal soul!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, (Ninety rhyming verses honoring greatest dark poet, Edgar Allen Poe)
The third poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series.

(2)
*Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear

We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine danced in your blonde hair,
you my beautiful angel with your graceful style!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.

Was as if an invisible clock rang out its tone,
Its sad chimes echoing through our sweet paradise,
Dawn burst, I rose and found myself all alone,
Knowing never could another lover suffice!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer

Months flew by, your vanishing left merciless marks,
Summer came and went, winter brought even deeper chill,
What was once our world, turned bitter, darker darks,
never again would I find such beauty's sweetest thrill!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Love And Fate's Dark Hand )
Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe from my dedication series
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*Third poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe

She Was His Venus, He Was Her Dear Poe

She was his Venus, he was her dear Poe
they cried, love between us, away we go.
She set bright day into its fiery pace
he gifted wondrous night poetic face
O'that Fate had not both loves thus betrayed
with its fickle powers, to death, one laid.

As too oft, such love is destined its doom
laying beauty too early in its tomb.
Spinning world takes notice when records shows
epic sorrows from dark grievous sent blows
O'that we with compassion, great pain see
empathy, not think, better you than me.

Poe lived on, tho' his dear true love perished
his genius saved not one he so cherished.
This sad tale has been written, oft retold
how love can not be bought, bartered or sold
in its majestic depths, that flame hot burns
shaming dark world, as its evil it spurns.

With pen in hand and his tears falling wet
her poem penned, so all would not forget
Annabel, raving beauty his soulmate
victim of darkness, death and cruelest Fate
That we may marvel, ponder our own life
know we each can be cut by Fate's long knife.

Now history tells us of Poe's great fame
yet almost as great 'tis Annabel's name
Poe's last complete poem told of their love
his inked words gave her glory far above
this world's sad treasures, its darkest of seeds
verses that sing, as each weeping heart bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Rhyme, Third poet honored in my ongoing poet Dedication series,
this one gets three poems instead of just two.
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Note- Friends, I hope you enjoyed this imaginative and horror laced dark tale.
Inspired by the famous and magnificent poetry written by Edgar Allen Poe,
rated third place by me, just barely behind Lord Byron- in 1st place, Percy Bysshe
Shelley in 2nd place in my own personal top ten best poets that ever inked even a verse.

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Fourth poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series, Samuel Coleridge.


O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge

"Coleridge" redirects here. For other uses, see Coleridge (disambiguation).
This article is about the early 19th-century English poet. For the late
19th-century British composer, see Samuel Coleridge-Taylor.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge in 1795
Coleridge in 1795
Born 21 October 1772
Ottery St Mary, Devon, Great Britain
Died 25 July 1834 (aged 61)
Highgate, Middlesex, United Kingdom
Occupation Poet, critic, philosopher
Alma mater Jesus College, Cambridge
Literary movement Romanticism
Notable works The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, "Kubla Khan", Christabel
Spouse Sara Fricker
Children Hartley Coleridge
Berkeley Coleridge
Sara Coleridge
Derwent Coleridge
Signature
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (/'ko?l?r?d?/[1]; 21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834)
was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who,
with his friend William Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement
in England and a member of the Lake Poets. He wrote the poems,
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and "Kubla Khan", as well as the major prose
work Biographia Literaria. His critical work, especially on William Shakespeare,
was highly influential, and he helped introduce German idealist philosophy
to English-speaking culture. Coleridge coined many familiar words and phrases,
including suspension of disbelief. He had a major influence on Ralph Waldo
Emerson and on American transcendentalism.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..

Fourth poet in my ongoing dedication series.
Note-- In my first poem,
I am trying to communicate the darkness in this world.
The immense and magical imagination that Coleridge used
in his famous poem, Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
As in wisdom imparted to this modern world and poetic
flights taken in dream be one awake or truly asleep.
Deliver a message in a dream tale..
Persuade the reader that we poets must write our dreams be
they of dark or of light and also entertain with our
poetry. I had planned on when presenting this, including an
excerpt from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner to give at
least part of that to the reader as reference.
I know its not one hundred percent Coleridge but
my goal is to write true poetry , not to mimic the great poets
that I hope to honor in this dedication series.
In my second poem,
I am trying to reveal the precious gifts Nature offers and
how that relief from this dark world is oft a Godsend and
oft creates memories that last a lifetime. Memory gems one
can then summon up, in old age, to soothe a lonely heart,
broken soul or sorrows that come from realizing the end
is nearer now than ever it was before!

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM).

(1.)

O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play,
Poet Dedication Series

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play
flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts
as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day
walk on Mars, as internal tides create deep shifts,
to make room for imagination and its leaps
within our lives and waning hands of Fate and Time
folding mysteries layers into ashen heaps,
that flee as first frost, its gleaming sparkles sublime
to faeries, elves, ancient forests once held
as kingdoms of gaiety with hordes of golden treasures
such massive wealth as few men have ever beheld
nor dreamed of in their wildest lustful pleasures!

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.

Alas! Such can not be taken or brought back for man
much the pity, as we wake knowing it was real
as real as our other worldly dreams and life plan
to walk in our blinded bliss and far more Time steal
that nirvana, sated in our dark human greed,
its chasms from which those dancing shadows sprang
to soothe our human lusts and their enormous need
to find something, anything great and immensely strange
from fountains of our darkness that welcome our thought
of beings with their silver shoes and long flung capes
laying dark deeper traps, in which we wish to be caught
bound in chains, with our always so clever escapes!

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.

Robert J. Lindley, 11- 25 -2018
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..


SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number Two - (Inspired by his, Fear In Solitude, poem)

(2.)

A Sweet Fall Visit To A Hidden Paradise

A quiet and hidden place, it aura soft and true
A luscious canopy covered by bright morning dew
Lakeside scenes all about, one can so easily see
Gentle slopes, its flowing hills, glowing gems too
Complete with groups of deer munching away
Nothing to disturb them on this bright Fall day
Over head a lone eagle soars in bluest of blue skies
My private sojourn, such warmth my soul never denies.

Rushing stream, its waters dancing over the rocks
Reminds me of life and its many hard knocks
Of the dark times when pain was the savage norm
Of the trying times when love lost its beautiful form
A green meadow there, lush and invitingly cool
Where I to ignore its gifts, I would be a fool
So gentle do my thoughts come, when resting there
That peace walks on in and suddenly I have not a care.

Joyous music dances across its spacious views
Washing away my hurts, my old lonesome blues
I thank Mother Nature for blessings she has sent
Never disappointed with sweet time there so well spent
Only sadness that comes is when I must say good-byes
My hiking shoes on, I leave paradise and its beautiful skies
Tears well up, my heart aches and sometimes even cries
For leaving brings sorrows, back into dark world with its lies.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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The fifth poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats
, The fifth poet in my dedication series

Note: From poem titled Flickering As Sparks From Hephaestus's Hammer Blows-- *Hephaestus's hammer*
Hephaestus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters,
craftsmen, artisans, ... Greece, particularly Athens.
The cult of Hephaestus was based in Lemnos. Hephaestus' symbols are
a smith's hammer, anvil, and a pair of tongs.
Parents‎: ‎Zeus‎ and ‎Hera‎, or Hera alone Roman equivalent‎: ‎Vulcan
Consort‎: ‎Aphrodite‎, ‎Aglaea Children‎: ‎Thalia‎, ‎Eucleia‎, ‎Eupheme‎, ‎Philophro...
‎Hephaestus in popular culture · ‎Aglaea · ‎Thalia (nymph) · ‎Cabeiri


(1.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into high gear
through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear
yet as black ink falls onto waiting page
poetry births wisdom, oft like a sage.

As word bullets penetrate this dark world
deep chaos is oft far away hurled.
The sad sky vanishes into that void
healing comes to life that Fate has toyed
and joy brings in its happiest of feasts
so vanquishing the cruelest of great beasts.

At the start comes, just a solitary word.
Oft from a distant echo, it is heard.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-27-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats

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(2.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Flickering As Sparks From Hephaestus's Hammer Blows

Rainbow lake, its flashing colors vividly seen
under adoring sun and at Nature's behest
majestic beauty to behold none could demean
compares as, red to the rose at its very best!

Sandy white beach shores, one gasps in reverent all
as fluttering willows bend in that graceful way
greater still multi-colors surrounding in Fall
Nature's masterpiece gifted, no demands to pay!

Beneath moonlight and its accompanying glows
fireflies over waters casting a brilliant sheen
flickering as sparks from Hephaestus's hammer blows
splendor far more beautiful than a peacock's preen!

This treasure, gifted us, by both Nature and God.
Enjoyed by young poet with pen and fishing rod.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats

!. *Hephaestus's hammer*
Hephaestus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters,
craftsmen, artisans, ... Greece, particularly Athens.
The cult of Hephaestus was based in Lemnos. Hephaestus' symbols are
a smith's hammer, anvil, and a pair of tongs.
Parents?: ?Zeus? and ?Hera?, or Hera alone Roman equivalent?: ?Vulcan
Consort?: ?Aphrodite?, ?Aglaea Children?: ?Thalia?, ?Eucleia?, ?Eupheme?, ?Philophro...
?Hephaestus in popular culture · ?Aglaea · ?Thalia (nymph) · ?Cabeiri

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(3.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

An Old Poet's Saddest Lament

Never again shall I make art's high mark
this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark
could the masses wake to walk in the light
and with illumination regain sight,
walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all
ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls.

Alas! That dark shadow grows day by day
blinding eyes as it dances its harsh way
into human thought, zeal to attain ease
expanding darker lusts do as one please,
waste human brainpower's seed, man's great gifts
wallow in ignorance, hate what uplifts.

Never again shall I make art's high mark
this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark
could the masses wake to walk in the light
and with illumination regain sight,
walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all
ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls.

Robert J. Lindley, 2- 02-2019
Rhyme, ( On the sad fall of love of literature
and poetry, from that of a century ago)
Third poem honoring John Keats..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Emily Dickinson, is the sixth poet honored in my dedication series.-Tyr



Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Poet's Notes

Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
Daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847; the only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson after childhood[1]
Born Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
December 10, 1830
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Died May 15, 1886 (aged 55)
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Occupation Poet
Alma mater Mount Holyoke Female Seminary
Notable works List of Emily Dickinson poems
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.

Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.

Some argue that Dickinson lived much of her life in reclusive isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.[2]

While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.[3] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Her poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[4] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.

Although Dickinson's acquaintances were most likely aware of her writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Dickinson's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of her work became apparent to the public. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, though both heavily edited the content. A 1998 New York Times article revealed that of the many edits made to Dickinson's work, the name "Susan" was often deliberately removed. At least 11 of Dickinson's poems were dedicated to sister-in-law Susan Huntington Gilbert Dickinson, though all the dedications were obliterated, presumably by Todd.[5] A complete, and mostly unaltered, collection of her poetry became available for the first time when scholar Thomas H. Johnson published The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1955.

(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await

Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Morn's dew adds luster to romantic skins
my darling, now rest of our lives begins
in this our joy renews our dearest hope
that we waited, choosing not to elope.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Soon we shall entwine in our bliss, love's bed
live true our blessing because we have wed
within God's grace, we will bear ripest fruit
allow Love and Hope to take deeper root.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2019
Rhyme, ( Golden Bliss Of Love's Luscious Bounty)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

(II)
Such Beauty, Could Only Be Divinely Crafted

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact
Her aura casting forth winds that so soothe
Glory divinely cast, none could retract
Her song and dance both so pleasantly smooth.
An angel sent down to earth to relay
Promised words that broken lives may save
Nightmares from bleeding from night into day
As dark, roaming shadows of ashen grey.
Her smile giving warmth to tormented souls
She loving all with Love, her gentle touch
Pure waters poured from angelic bowls
A soft kiss given to those needing such.

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact.
Glory divinely cast, none could retract.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2019
Sonnet, ( Composed as a Emily Dickinson dedication poem)

(III.)
As Sad Echoing Moans Fill Empty Halls

I hold the hurt, embrace its deepest cuts
to feel even a small part of your love.
Tho' your love was full of ifs, and's and but's
I thought you would stay, when push came to shove.

You gone, I reside in this vacant tomb
your night's loving no longer keeps me warm.
You ran away, ending life from your womb
thus did us both, eternal pain and harm.

I cry because, this world gives no relief
as sad echoing moans fill empty halls.
This nightmare, agony of disbelief
forever haunts my soul with empty calls!

With my life now in total disarray.
For love's return, I now sincerely pray.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Love's Deepest Pain)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

Part One of three dedicated to Dickinson.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

My most recent addition to my ongoing famous poets dedication series..
The sixth poet to be honored, Emily Dickinson is now recognized for her magnificent poetry.
Three poems in Part One, are dedicated to one of the best female poets that ever lived.. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series

(1.)

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand

As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down
turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread
in my sorrows, love and future dreams soon did drown.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Days before she had wrote sweet words to hurry to her aid
her perfumed letter, its scent sent me into passion's glow
within that waking dream, I knew we both had it made
little did I know, her sweet caring letter was just for show.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

At her place, I was met by two heavily armed men
each a dagger and a sword hanging from their belt
from their hateful looks, I knew they wanted my skin
and in that thought, I now knew how she must have felt.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Rushing across the meadow to our favorite oak tree
I turn to fight my attackers, thinking her life to save
next I saw her racing to us, she racing to be with me
she got there, she ordered both men to rush to kill me!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Then she cursed me for having left her there alone
a dagger she puled from her long black cloak
with pure hate in her eyes, her heart turned to stone
she screamed, when you left my heart you broke!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

The fight ended with both my attackers down and dead
filled with joy as neither had even gave me a scratch
I never even saw her as she stabbed back of my head
I chose her for her fire, thinking O' what a great catch!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale: With Love Destroyed, Betrayal Too Late Seen )
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series

(2.)

Yet Something In The Breeze Tried To Wake Me To See

Something about the moon was dark and spine chilling
the night was hot and her beauty had me love feeling
our tryst was steamy and her passionate favors to die for
I knew not, she was a temptress for Hades dark shores!

Her singing had set both my heart and my soul afire
of being with her, I just knew I would never ever tire
yet something in the breeze tried to wake me to see
this evil vixen wanted something most precious to me!

Waking just before dawn, as light revealed her face
I saw truth and it was my soul she wanted to replace
then her eyes opened and her sardonic smile came
she saying, you are now the prey caught in my game!

I rose to run away but her claws dug into my legs
her hideous scream came, kind that makes one beg
ripping loose, I made my way to the meadow field
swearing never again to my dark lusts ever yield!

Falling from my bed, I laugh at what a bad dream
thinking that nightmare, so very real it had seemed
then I looked down and saw blood dripping its red
I felt the gash and knew I was a ghost already dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Was it All Truly Just A Dream)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series


(3.)

There's More To The Old Forest Than Its Ancient Trees

As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees
there's more to the old forest than its ancient trees
mystery in places, savagery in its nights
more than just imagination, it hides from sight!

Yet such does not negate its most beautiful gifts
its Autumn colors, songbirds notes that so uplifts
bounty of its harvests, peace it oft can instill
calm that one can may find, treasures that oft so thrill.

Tho' darkness lurks there deep and hides its evil ways
one can visit its truth, find self most any day
walk along its well worn trails and about life muse
all of its many wonders, in this dark world use!

As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees.
There's more to the old forest than its ancient trees.

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 18-2019
Sonnet, ( Amazing That This Dark World, Has Such Beauty In Its Forests)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, in poet dedication series

(4.)

From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything

Creeping thick fog has dimmed my view of morn's resplendent lake
so dreary is life's sorrows, more than this sad soul can take
yet tomorrow promises mysteries that leap from the dark
tho' my life's worries have wrinkled my skin like Sycamore bark.

Night shall come, with its agonies crying to be unbound
as its bellowing howls screech out, horrendous gasping sounds
very soon midnight moon will swallow up my despondent soul
spitting it out as fragmented black-stained pieces of the whole!

God forbid! That from this nightmare I never dare to wake
to that of Life, dear sweet Love, I never again partake
and from morbid sunken state, my heart crumble and be no more
fallen into heaps of crushed bones, spilled blood and ghastly gore!

Woe! The epic pains such broken-heart images dare'st tonight bring
From weeping tears, no longer shall joy find in heart anything.

Robert J. Lindley, 2- 12-2019
Sonnet, ( The Sad Depths Of Sorrow's Deep Epic Pains)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poets dedication series..

Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 204
Total # Words: 148

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Soon to be posted at my home poetry site .....-Tyr

Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

(1.)


Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys some made
I see long lines trekking through hell's gate as if on parade!

Lo! Great and dooming are the vain vanities of mankind
Blindness, racing ahead not seen they are falling behind
Appetites for darkness and immense greed, they think are needs
They indulge lusts, oft by making innocent humans bleed!

Alas! Dark lust, evil culprit, deeply woven within
Tempting powers grown massively by rewards of past sins
As these ghosts cry out their sorrowful and tragic tales
I hear in the not too distant background, hell's ringing bells!

As I bid one and all a merry and thoughtful goodbye
Into one great crowd they gathered, all with tearful sad eyes!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2019
Sonnet, ( Man, As The Sad And Fallen Creature)
Dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poet dedication series.


Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 196
Total # #Words: 142

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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

(2.)


Those Deep Moaning About Life's Many Curses, Its Hardest Hits

Those that beg for Herculean body and Socratic mind
I pray reading these verses you think them not too, too unkind
Nothing bad about imagination and cherished desires
Such is mighty fuel that kindles ambition's hottest fires!

Those caring about not being fleet of foot and stout of heart
Or beautiful in appearance and raving as genius smart
Fear not, for such gifts of flesh are but foolish fantasy gold
Too oft disappearing when your human container grows old!

Those deep moaning about life's many curses, its hardest hits
Wading in its nasty cesspools, and in its blackest of pits
Be of good cheer, if your blind soul can accept these wizened words
Open your eyes, sing about love, stop tramping along in herds.

So you got cherished Herculean body, Socratic mind
Have fun stumbling through miserable life while still stone-cold blind!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2019
Sonnet in Fifteen, ( Truth About Man As A Fallen creature)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Fyre, poets dedication series.


Syllables Per Line: 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 210
Total # # Words: 142
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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.

Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 210

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,
( Now two years and three weeks gone)
poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye
famous poets dedication series

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11
Total # Syllables: 184
Total # Words: 142

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Use this for the blog on Frye.....

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Mary%20Elizabeth%20Frye%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture% 20Bio.htm

The HyperTexts

Mary Elizabeth Frye: Poetry, Analysis and Bio

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) was an American poet who remains known today almost exclusively for a single poem―a curtal sonnet of just twelve lines―and yet it just may be the most popular poem in the English language!

"Do not stand at my grave and weep" is a consoling Holocaust poem and elegy with an interesting genesis, since it was written by a Baltimore housewife who lacked a formal education and had quite possibly never written poetry before, and certainly none of note. When her mysterious sonnet was named Britain's most popular poem in a 1996 poll―despite not having been one of the critics' nominations!―an unlettered orphan girl had seemingly surpassed all England's ivory towerists in the public's estimation. Although the poem's origin was disputed for some time (it had been attributed to Native American and other sources), Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after investigative research by Abigail Van Buren, the newspaper columnist better known as "Dear Abby." The version of the poem below was published by The Times and The Sunday Times in Frye's obituaries on November 5, 2004:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

ANALYSIS. Frye's sonnet is a bit of a rule-breaker! Most English
sonnets have fourteen lines, but hers has only twelve, making it
a curtal sonnet. Most English sonnets are written in
iambic pentameter, with ten syllables per line, but hers is
written mostly in loose iambic tetrameter, or perhaps irregula
r meter, with mainly eight syllables per line. Only line seven has
the traditional ten syllables. Furthermore, Frye's sonnet is
written in unorthodox rhyming couplets―known as heroic couplets―with
the rhyme scheme AABBCCDDEEFF. The opening and closing couplets
consist of imperatives in eight monosyllables, which give them a
note of authority: DO NOT stand at my GRAVE and WEEP, / I am NOT t
here; I DO NOT SLEEP / ... DO NOT stand at my GRAVE and CRY,
/ I am NOT there; I DID NOT DIE. The other lines have softer,
more consoling sounds, with their images of swirling winds,
glistening snow, ripening grain, gently falling autumn rain,
birds rising in quiet flight, and stars shining softly at night.
The poem seems to function in three distinct parts: (1) I am not
in my grave, so don't weep for me there. (2) Here are the encouraging
places where you can continue to find me. (3) I reaffirm that I
am not in my grave, nor am I dead, so don't weep for me there.

Here is a printable version of the poem: Mary Elizabeth Frye's
"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" which is not copyrighted and
is thus in the public domain. Frey never copyrighted the poem
because she believed that it "belonged to the world."

Facts about the Poem and Mary Elizabeth Frye
compiled by Michael R. Burch

An earlier version of the poem, believed to be the original
or closer to it, appears at the bottom of this page. The poem
is sometimes referred to as "I Am" because of the repetition
of the biblical phrase within the poem.

A 1996, a Bookworm poll resulted in 30,000 "write in" votes for
the un-nominated poem, making it Great Britain's favorite poem,
from "out of blue nothing." The poem has been read at funerals
and other memorial services, including those for the Challenger
space shuttle, the Lockerbie bombing and the 9-11 terror attack
on New York's twin towers.

The poet was born Mary Elizabeth Clark in Dayton, Ohio on
November 13, 1905. She was orphaned at age three and moved to
Baltimore when she was twelve. Although she had had no formal
education, she was an avid reader and possessed a remarkable memory.
She married Claud Frye in 1927, becoming Mary Elizabeth Frye. He
ran a clothing business while she kept house and grew and sold flowers.

Frye wrote the poem in 1932. As far as we know, she had never
written any poetry before, but the plight of a young German
Jewish woman, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who was staying with her
at the time, inspired her. Her young houseguest had been deeply
concerned about her mother, who was too old and crippled and
ill to leave Germany, but she was unable to go to her mother's
aid because of the rabid anti-Semitism that was erupting into
what later became known as the Holocaust. When she received news
that her mother had died, the heartbroken young woman told Frye
in despair that she had never had the chance to “stand by my
mother’s grave and shed a tear.” Frye found herself composing the
poem on a ripped-off section of a brown paper shopping bag. She
said that the words “just came to her” and expressed what she felt
about life and death. When she showed the poem to her young charge,
she prized it greatly, saying that she would keep it forever.

Frye circulated the poem privately. Because she never published or
copyrighted it, there is no definitive version. Frye continued to
write, often to support animal charities, but none of her subsequent
work matched the impact of her first piece. It was her first poem,
written in a burst of compassion, that endured and became famous.
The poem was first introduced to many Britons when it was read by
the father of a young soldier, Stephen Jeffrey Cummins, who had been
killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. The soldier's father read the
poem on BBC radio in 1995 in remembrance of his son, after having
found it in an envelope addressed "To all my loved ones" in his
son's personal effects.

Mary Frye died on September 15, 2004, at age 98. In its obituary
The Times wrote: "The verse demonstrated a remarkable power to
soothe loss. It became popular, crossing national boundaries for
use on bereavement cards and at funerals regardless of race,
religion or social status."

There is an illustrated book of the poem with ink drawings for each line.

To coincide with National Poetry Day 1996, the British favorite book
program, the BBC's Bookworm, conducted a poll to discover the nation's
favorite poems and "Do not stand at my grave and weep" was one of
the most favored poems. As Geoff Stephens explained, "In 1996, BBC TV's
Bookworm ran a competition to discover the nation's favorite poems,
which were published in The Nation's Favourite Poems (BBC Worldwide Books,
1996). Auberon Waugh called it 'the best popular anthology ever printed
in Britain.' In the book's preface, 'almost apologetically,' editor
Gryff Rees-Jones states: 'the unexpected poetry success of the year
from Bookworm's point of view … provoked an extraordinary response …
the requests started coming in almost immediately and over the following
weeks the demand rose to a total of some thirty thousand … its origins
remain a mystery. In some respects it became the nation's favourite poem
by proxy and, despite it being outside the competition, we have decide
to include it here, in prime, first past the post, poll position.'"
The version immediately below was taken from page 62 of a memorial
service document for the United Spanish War Veterans service held
at Portland USA, on 11 September 1938 (the '40th Encampment') published
by the US Congress in early 1939. The text is:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there—I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush
I am the swift-up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there—I did not die.

The text below has been said to be the original version of the poem.
While it is speculative to suggest that a poem "came from God," the
Hebrew name for God, YHWH, is believed to mean something like "I am"
or "I am that I am" ...

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I do not die

Frye never copyrighted the poem, which leaves it in the public domain.
Her explanation: "I thought it belonged to the world; it didn't belong
to me. I still feel that way … it was written out of love, for comfort.
If I took money for it, it would lose its value ... maybe I'm a nut."
Of course the contraction "I'm" is yet another "I am."

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This has now been chosen as Poem of the Week at my home poetry site..
Which is a great honor since the site has added a few thousand poems from all around the world- each and every week!--Tyr



Emily Dickinson, is the sixth poet honored in my dedication series.-Tyr

Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Poet's Notes

Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
Daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847; the only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson after childhood[1]
Born Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
December 10, 1830
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Died May 15, 1886 (aged 55)
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Occupation Poet
Alma mater Mount Holyoke Female Seminary
Notable works List of Emily Dickinson poems
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.

Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.

Some argue that Dickinson lived much of her life in reclusive isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.[2]

While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.[3] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Her poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[4] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.

Although Dickinson's acquaintances were most likely aware of her writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Dickinson's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of her work became apparent to the public. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, though both heavily edited the content. A 1998 New York Times article revealed that of the many edits made to Dickinson's work, the name "Susan" was often deliberately removed. At least 11 of Dickinson's poems were dedicated to sister-in-law Susan Huntington Gilbert Dickinson, though all the dedications were obliterated, presumably by Todd.[5] A complete, and mostly unaltered, collection of her poetry became available for the first time when scholar Thomas H. Johnson published The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1955.
(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await

Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Morn's dew adds luster to romantic skins
my darling, now rest of our lives begins
in this our joy renews our dearest hope
that we waited, choosing not to elope.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Soon we shall entwine in our bliss, love's bed
live true our blessing because we have wed
within God's grace, we will bear ripest fruit
allow Love and Hope to take deeper root.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2019
Rhyme, ( Golden Bliss Of Love's Luscious Bounty)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

(II)
Such Beauty, Could Only Be Divinely Crafted

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact
Her aura casting forth winds that so soothe
Glory divinely cast, none could retract
Her song and dance both so pleasantly smooth.
An angel sent down to earth to relay
Promised words that broken lives may save
Nightmares from bleeding from night into day
As dark, roaming shadows of ashen grey.
Her smile giving warmth to tormented souls
She loving all with Love, her gentle touch
Pure waters poured from angelic bowls
A soft kiss given to those needing such.

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact.
Glory divinely cast, none could retract.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2019
Sonnet, ( Composed as a Emily Dickinson dedication poem)

(III.)
As Sad Echoing Moans Fill Empty Halls

I hold the hurt, embrace its deepest cuts
to feel even a small part of your love.
Tho' your love was full of ifs, and's and but's
I thought you would stay, when push came to shove.

You gone, I reside in this vacant tomb
your night's loving no longer keeps me warm.
You ran away, ending life from your womb
thus did us both, eternal pain and harm.

I cry because, this world gives no relief
as sad echoing moans fill empty halls.
This nightmare, agony of disbelief
forever haunts my soul with empty calls!

With my life now in total disarray.
For love's return, I now sincerely pray.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Love's Deepest Pain)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

Part One of three dedicated to Dickinson.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
My most recent addition to my ongoing famous poets dedication series..
The sixth poet to be honored, Emily Dickinson is now recognized for her magnificent poetry.
Three poems in Part One, are dedicated to one of the best female poets that ever lived.. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now presented at my home poetry site.
Part One of Two..--Tyr


Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored Part One
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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

Part One of Two

Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One

(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys some made
I see long lines trekking through hell's gate as if on parade!

Lo! Great and dooming are the vain vanities of mankind
Blindness, racing ahead not seen they are falling behind
Appetites for darkness and immense greed, they think are needs
They indulge lusts, oft by making innocent humans bleed!

Alas! Dark lust, evil culprit, deeply woven within
Tempting powers grown massively by rewards of past sins
As these ghosts cry out their sorrowful and tragic tales
I hear in not too distant background, hell's loud ringing bells!

As I bid one and all a merry and thoughtful goodbye
Into one great crowd they gathered, all with tearful sad eyes!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2019
Sonnet, ( Man, As The Sad And Fallen Creature)
Dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poet dedication series.

Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

(2.)

Those Deep Moaning About Life's Many Curses, Its Hardest Hits

Those that beg for Herculean body and Socratic mind
I pray reading these verses you think them not too, too unkind
Nothing bad about imagination and cherished desires
Such is mighty fuel that kindles ambition's hottest fires!

Those caring about not being fleet of foot and stout of heart
Or beautiful in appearance and raving as genius smart
Fear not, for such gifts of flesh are but foolish fantasy gold
Too oft disappearing when your human container grows old!

Those deep moaning about life's many curses, its hardest hits
Wading in its nasty cesspools, and in its blackest of pits
Be of good cheer, if your blind soul can accept these wizened words
Open your eyes, sing about love, stop tramping along in herds.

So you got cherished Herculean body, Socratic mind
Have fun stumbling through miserable life while still stone-cold blind!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2019
Sonnet in Fifteen, ( Truth About Man As A Fallen creature)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Fyre, poets dedication series.


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Total # Syllables: 210
Total # # Words: 142

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Have you ever had any of your poetry published, brother Tyr?

I think you should if not.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Have you ever had any of your poetry published, brother Tyr?

I think you should if not.

Yes, I have. I gave away to publish 14 poems to Kim Bond, to advance a Christian charity.
She I believe used all 14 poems I gave her. Below is two link and the names of the book.

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I also many years ago gave away to two different singers lyric poems, that each requested permission to record--but I forget their names.
And gave to another poem to a famous South African composer to include in his new Opera he was composing.

Thank you for reading and your kind compliment my friend.
I've been told that over a hundred times by other poets on my poetry site, many of them with their books already published
but I never seem to get around to ever selecting and publishing any of my over 2,000 poems.
I guess my vanity has never rose to that level.. Tyr

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Yes, I have. I gave away to publish 14 poems to Kim Bond, to advance a Christian charity.
She I believe used all 14 poems I gave her. Below is two link and the names of the book.



I also many years ago gave away to two different singers lyric poems, that each requested permission to record--but I forget their names.
And gave to another poem to a famous South African composer, Peter Klatzow, to include in his new Opera he was composing.

1.
http://www.music.uct.ac.za/sacm/staff/fulltime/eProfessors/PeterKlatzow

2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Klatzow

Thank you for reading and your kind compliment my friend.
I've been told that over a hundred times by other poets on my poetry site, many of them with their books already published
but I never seem to get around to ever selecting and publishing any of my over 2,000 poems.
I guess my vanity has never rose to that level.. Tyr
I do read your stuff, you're good, bro. I enjoy it.

I might make an honest entry myself someday. I used to dabble in some poetry way back in the day.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I do read your stuff, you're good, bro. I enjoy it.

I might make an honest entry myself someday. I used to dabble in some poetry way back in the day.

Thanks. Please do post your poetry here my friend. My favorite poetry form is sonnets but all forms I enjoy..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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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http://www.thehypertexts.com/Mary%20Elizabeth%20Frye%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture% 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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Elizabeth 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/poets/elizabeth-barrett-browning

2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning

3. https://www.notablebiographies.com/Br-Ca/Browning-Elizabeth-Barrett.html

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

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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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:
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0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
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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

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Total # Words: 204

(4.)
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

Finished at last!! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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.
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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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods,
honoring tenth poet in my poet dedication series Frank Stanton



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lebby_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.


https://thevalueofsparrows.com/2018/07/28/poetry-the-mocking-bird-by-frank-lebby-stanton/comment-page-1/

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


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lebby_Stanton

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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!

The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age,
(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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:200
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

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.
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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[LongTermGuy]

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D3fpL5gWAAA0N4E.jpg

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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 )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Even When The Entirety Fails The Wanted Sum

I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum
Upon low hills, I seek much higher mountain tops
Rejoice, in blessings of poetry's bumper crops
Treasures newborn by desires, searching souls and heart
Oft joining mankind and Heaven so far apart.

I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum

I cast my ink and the paper begs for much more
As old pen scribbles, broken heart weeps as before
Careful to avoid sad-tears wetting filling pages
Reminding spirit, poets are brothers to sages
Born to gift and share Life's sweet blessings in black ink
With knowledge that human life is too oft a blink.

I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum

I wake to dawn's voice, commanding compose more words
We are more than just beasts roaming in raging herds
From Life, we may find inspiration and pure Love
Such may come, even if its not sought from above
Hold this wisdom, this truth that promises much more
All true-seeking may find joy of paradise shores.

I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum

Robert J. Lindley,
Sept 9th, 1975
Rhyme, ( What The Wise Old Owl Once Told Me )

Old Note ( 1975): This week Life beat on me with abandon.
I lost my best friend and death also thrust its
wicked blade at me. Yet my soul will defy its
joining with Fate's blackened hand and wicked glee.


New Note (2019): Now going on record, oft defiance is
the true measure of a man. And in its journey
we may rise to greater heights and see Fate
and Death both temporarily thwarted. Yet such
is always a temporary measure. Death may come
in a blink of any eye or upon a gnat's whisper
in the blacken host of eternally raging winds.....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds


Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Robert J. Lindley,
December 3rd, 1974

Old Note- deleted...

New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[jimnyc]

New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless.[/SIZE].

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

While I can't write poetry to express myself so eloquently, I completely understand and relate 100%. I'm not sure of others at all, and I'm weird I'm sure, but I have a way of seeing the dread and dreary in things after a tragic event, a loss or something deeply upsetting. And when that happens I tend to envelop myself in that dreariness, that sadness. Whether that be listening to sad music, or peeking through photos that will make me further sad, or reading such poetry like yours, or trying to express myself similarly. I tend to wallow in the sadness. Not a pity party, don't get me wrong. Just if even by my lonesome, driving with the sad songs, or sitting with the headphones on, and maybe writing while I listen to such music. I don't know if doing so helps me or makes things worse, but that's who I am and what I do.

Now, I wish I could take my emotions and write like you do!

[NT'sGirl]

As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds


Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Robert J. Lindley,
December 3rd, 1974

Old Note- deleted...

New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


Thank you my friend I needed that today.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thank you my friend I needed that today.
I am sorry your troubles/woes gave cause for you to need but very glad if my words gave comfort/ or some cheer in realization of
future hope for some relief my friend. Sad to say, but on my home poetry site today I have also received such replies of thanks 4 times today
in regards to the poem and my note attached with it presented there..
God bless......

[Russ]

As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds


Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?

Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.

Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?



This poem creates such a powerful mood, Robert, and the 4 line interlude about "hope" right in the middle is a great counter-point. And then back to the Winter's Breath. I will remember this one.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heartbroken, I Stand Here So Strong

Heaven has demanded your return
I've only ashes in this urn
From golden halls, flies our love song
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

You were my angel, love divine
In those flown yesterdays, so fine
I was lost, singing my sad song,
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

Your loving heart gave mine soft beat
The world became tender and sweet
I left life's weeping morose throng
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

You came, darkness melted away
An angel that taught me to pray
In hope's purest joy we belong
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09- 2019
Rhyme, ( A Romantic And Sad Loss In Life)

Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 98

July 9, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Contest Description
THERE WILL BE MULTIPLE PLACEMENTS IN THIS CHALLENGE.

What to Submit for this Challenge?

New, dated, Rhyme poem with Refrain, 4 Stanza's on the theme of .............

1. Heartbroken I Stand Here So Strong

2. Many, Many Long Years Ago

3. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky

4. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake

PICK ONE AND THIS BECOMES YOUR THEME, TITLE AND REFRAIN

Rhyme Scheme, all 8 syllable lines

Stanza 1- a, a, b, B (refrain) selected from above

Stanza 2- c, c, b, B (repeat refrain)

Stanza 3- d, d, b, B (repeat refrain)

Stanza 4- e, e, b, B (repeat refrain)

*You can use perfect rhyme, near rhyme, or end rhyme but your poem must rhyme.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Gift And Majesty Of Poetry

Once from deep pen and ink a poet born
sewing together life once sadly torn
from soft Heart, dearest Love and fragrant Breeze
within those spells cast among fairy trees
Imagining those chasms wide and deep
words of rainbow hues, great treasures to keep!

Once he that rhymes true, cast a magic spell
consulting a muse that gems did so tell
as earth spun about and its old soul wept
for all the wondrous beauty Nature kept
Writing as midnight, its toll did so strike
each closing verse became a golden spike!

Once willing spirit dared to give its all
singing forth from word kitchens down the hall
of brilliant rose gardens of pure delight
those so well hidden and those in plain sight
Seeking much more, based on poetry's art
its kind blessings sacrifices impart!

Once from deep pen and ink a poet born
sewing together life once sadly torn
from soft Heart, dearest Love and fragrant Breeze
within those spells cast among fairy trees
Imagining those chasms wide and deep
words of rainbow hues, great treasures to keep!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Poetry Blesses Us Mortals So )

Note: Written as a tribute to every poet that ever
splashed ink from pen and gifted us wonderfully
woven verses. That gave joy, delight, love, heart's
truth and fruits of a vivid intellect, kind soul and
gentle true-born spirit..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heartbroken, I Stand Here So Strong

Heaven has demanded your return
I've only ashes in this urn
From golden halls, flies our love song
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

You were my angel, love divine
In those flown yesterdays, so fine
I was lost, singing my sad song,
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

Your loving heart gave mine soft beat
The world became tender and sweet
I left life's weeping morose throng
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

You came, darkness melted away
An angel that taught me to pray
In hope's purest joy we belong
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09- 2019
Rhyme, ( A Romantic And Sad Loss In Life)

Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 98

July 9, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

************************************************** ****

Contest Description
THERE WILL BE MULTIPLE PLACEMENTS IN THIS CHALLENGE.

What to Submit for this Challenge?

New, dated, Rhyme poem with Refrain, 4 Stanza's on the theme of .............

1. Heartbroken I Stand Here So Strong

2. Many, Many Long Years Ago

3. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky

4. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake

PICK ONE AND THIS BECOMES YOUR THEME, TITLE AND REFRAIN

Rhyme Scheme, all 8 syllable lines

Stanza 1- a, a, b, B (refrain) selected from above

Stanza 2- c, c, b, B (repeat refrain)

Stanza 3- d, d, b, B (repeat refrain)

Stanza 4- e, e, b, B (repeat refrain)

*You can use perfect rhyme, near rhyme, or end rhyme but your poem must rhyme.


Update 7-19-2019- this poem took 2nd place in the contest...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Famished And Bleeding This Old Soul Begs This

Woe! Unto days numbered and grief sicken
Love lost saddest of sorrows once stricken
How in dear youth life was merry hours sought
Now in Time's low fading death I am caught!

Alas! Where hides that glory once so bright
Its dancing gleams illuminating night
Waking in Heavenly skies, moons rebirth
From vast galaxies ancient Gods glowing mirth!

I beg me, this moment to write to shine
Another day to true-claim what is mine
This creation to wondrously compose
And declare love of poetry I chose!

Mind's eye sees beyond that well hidden door
From radiant dreams eager soul implores
Touch of soft lips once sworn to be my all
Memories fleeting, I beg deep recall!

This heart crying for more, near its last throes
Against curse of ill winds, darkness now blows
Pan, bring cheering music, and sweetest wine
Allow one more night, her love may I dine!

Famished and bleeding this old soul begs this
Sight of her blue eyes and lingering kiss
Smell of her yellow gold hair, its soft curls
Relief from this darkness death too soon hurls!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01- 2019
Rhyme, ( From Darken Door, A Poet's Last Vision )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Kiss Each Morn, Color Outside The Lines

Once each day brought, only torturous pain
as dull axe, slow cutting against hard grain
Dawn cast shadows that this life did so curse
making me as a rock, in pauper's purse
Yet poetic soul swore to one day heal
to again dance well and truest love feel
To climb a tall mountain and take new flight
light hope's candles, bath in beautiful sight.

As a reborn soul, watch flowers soft blow
await midnight moon, see its wondrous glow
Be a true gift to family and friends
gaze above while making sincere amends
Hear music that sweetest dreams so oft play
humbly bow my head as I kneel to pray
Enjoy echoes of morn's first rooster crow
beg again a shot from Cupid's love bow.

Taste the wine of love and its first soft kiss
recall her smile and all of her I miss
Walk again forested path to our lake
repeat our youthful vows, never forsake
Romance that gave treasures and immense joy
hold firm to a love, life can not destroy
To kiss each morn, color outside the lines
stay on faithful path, pay heed to pure signs.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Love, Romance And Greater Wisdom Once Found )
By robertjlindley

© 2019 robertjlindley (All rights reserved)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Daring Universe, Shines Its Glow On Earth

Daring universe, shine its glow on earth
Child prays for all of its pitiful worth
Poverty born, yet bestowed with a gift
Sweet blessing to write verses that uplift
Travelling a road, hardship holding sway
Each morn, her sincerest prayers she would pray.

Blessed, those our Lord holds so very dear
Life's victims broke and living in great fear
Oft alone, against cruel world they face
Living in rags, names easy to erase
No soft, gentle kiss each night before bed
Often so hungry having not been fed.

Looking at a hungry dawn, hope a loss
Dark and savage old world gives not a toss
Shivering, no heat to warm from the cold
Child crying in pain eleven years old
Begging universe today please be kind
Let father today some paying work find.

Watching as mother wash torn clothes by hand
Falling tears, often more than child can stand
Pitiless world races without a care
As weeping child looks on in stone-face stare
Seeing life give others fine, sweeter gifts
Child begins writing verses to uplift.

As blessing of poetry, was there born
Life soon starts to be less dark and forlorn
Pencil and paper found to be fine gifts
Words cast to apathetic world uplift
Dawn soon comes as a treasure of bright light
Life improves, as deep fear comes not each night.

Universe sees and sends forth its soft glow
Further true gifts it may choose to bestow
World finds needed warmth in her golden pen
Her verse becomes famous in world of men
Life had once gave just enough to survive
In her heart, again hope it did revive.

As years flew on by, her pen cast truest ink
Poetry born to cause readers to think
Of the universe and its saddest cold
Shivering to child, eleven years old
And her words asking for kindness and love
In dark universe and heavens above.

With pen she had blazed forth bolder, new trail
With brave heart, she had chosen not to fail
Sincere prayer and poetry gave hope
That Light could penetrate life's darkest scope
Where a child's sweet innocence could be seen
Gifts then given, those dark world so demeans.

Robert J. Lindley
Narrative
8/21/2019
Written for a Contest .....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Reality, Deep Betrayal, The Dark War
(Part One)

They were shadows of Raven King and I
cloaked in raiments* of shimmering black gold
born of dust, river Styx and seeping sky
comrades of mystical tales retold
Each with armor soaked red in human blood
strong arms formed with Herculean power
razor clawed feet formed from Hade's foulest mud
evil hearts burning with fiery showers!

Sworn to record trips to other abodes
sporting daggers that drip with poison sweet
savage guard dogs, on wicked paths we rode
awaiting victims bones, treasures to eat
Elven armor*, no mortal blade may pierce
they that relish echoes of dying pleas
no other beasts as vicious or as fierce
not even great white sharks of deepest seas!

Betrayal that night my time had foretold
as Raven King set both to take my life
smitten by my darling, Love's depths took hold
I was cursed into Hade's life of strife.
Lost to be soul saved by stroke of Poe's pen
sincere friendship my loyalty his boon
wisdom, mercy greater than other men
promised by Poe, my freedom very soon!

Raven King fearful of such a great vow
raised legions of fallen warriors up
with knowledge, to him Poe would never bow
nor again drink from their lost friendship's cup
Even such strength Raven King dare not trust
for legendary, powers of Poe's ink
victory Raven King knew was a must
even unto his great friend's death he'd sink!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2019
Rewritten this morn from earlier poem dated,
3-24-1987
Rhyme, ( Poe, Raven King And A Lost Soul's Rescue )

Note: In tribute to Edgar Allen Poe, his legendary
dark power, born from magnificent imagination,
immense insight into the nature of man, his fears,
and the reality that the DARK is there , daring
one to enter if they but dare to do so. Poe did
so enter and his death may have came about because
he never escaped its evil grasp, its immense power
to destroy, especially so, poets that may venture
in far, far too deep! Never venture past the first door...


1. "raiments"
Definition
rai·ment*
/ˈrāmənt/
Learn to pronounce
nounARCHAIC•LITERARY
clothing.
2. "Elven armor"
Definition
armor forged by Rlves..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If In Such Blaze, Your Passion Dwells

If golden verse, seals your desire
in love's truth, you find fire
in Nature's beauty even more
rainbow's treasures, a score.

If poetry, renews your soul
when life takes heavy toll
your pen and paper, is the key
in verse realms you must flee.

If romance,its delights are sought
in a rut you are caught
Reading Byron sets heart beats fast
let soul compose to last.

If sad, lonely nights are you bane
heart's desires, not insane
bleed onto paper loving thought
heart's truth, joy may be bought.

If at dawn's rise, you are too sad
want more of what you had
let pen birth your romantic scenes
shades of a peacock's preen.

If her smile sets soul to delights
her lips, tantalize nights
her beauty knocks you to the floor
let verse open love's door.

If life rewards poetic pen
wanting love is no sin
her first kiss lit eternal flames
you want her hand, no games.

If in such blaze your passion dwells
with her sight, your heart swells
let poetic pen write that love
while thanking God above.

If golden verse, seals your desire
in love's truth, you find fire
in Nature's beauty even more
rainbow's treasures, a score.

R.J. Lindley
Jan. 22nd, 1977
Rhyme, ( Why Poetry, Life And Love Are Oft Wed )

Note:
Old poem from ancient times it now seems to me.
Decided not to edit, to present as was first composed.
Now forty-two years later, and I still believe in its truth.
See its massive beauty that holds poetry as a shining light.
And find expressing heart's truth is always right.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time To Ponder This World And So Much More

Within dreams that this soul truly adores
Where mountain ridges highlight bright sun's glow
Green valleys below, lakes with sandy shores
Life content as blessed happiness pours-
Pathways that a true, sincere seeker treads
Lined with beautiful flowers shining bright
Gems dancing within Mother Nature's beds
In this earthly realm, a glorious sight.

Morning's promise, day with radiant rays
Time to ponder this world and so much more
All the better, if one will learn to pray
Eye opening deep truth, never a bore-
Such rich treasures to found, if one but looks
Beyond those tragic shadows this world casts
So much more to find, far beyond school books
Love's deep truth, richer life, that truly lasts.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-08-2019
Rhymer, ( What Life, This World And Nature Gives )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Old Poet, His Art And Why He Composes Til Death Sings

With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.

Words come forth as a massive and loud growling ocean tide
his journey a dancing wave, prays for everlasting ride
as hard earth below and brilliant blue sky both sing in tune
he feels that beat that cries out for, coming of shining moon
honest in an Art he swore to be his love and his maid
letting time and honor tell if he ever makes the grade.

Staying real except composing from his romantic dreams
swimming in deepest eddies often were great white sharks teem
his solemn vow, his sweetest goal- this truth he thus relays
we shadow beasts by divinity granted sunny days
upon midnight hour and in its darkest of dreaded dread
he allows ancient muse to filter sweet verse through his head.

With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Quid ventis et frigus cantus mollis luna curat angustia animam meam. )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Deep Solemn Prayer And Sincerest Of Hopes

I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.

Forever seeking path to die, make true amends
For miseries I have caused lovers and friends
This path, lit by wisdom and verses that speak true
Leads me to a judgement that is too long overdue
An Achilles begging fateful poison arrow
Walking into death, burn in its fiery narrows
In vain hope, this sacrifice wipes dark life away
By some miracle, fulfills prayer I now pray.

I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.

Dependent on mercy and God's infinite grace
With knowledge that I can not my bad deeds erase
Nor within encasing of human flesh and bone
Bleed I forgiveness from a heart once made of stone
Yet that saving Light giving great hope sings to me
This soul may escape this pain and again be free
Given entry to paradise of Heaven's shores
Believing that even for me God's mercy pours.

I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2019
Rhyme, ( The Fateful Journey Along That Very Fine Narrow Edge )
( Tracing the steps along the ledge overlooking that darkest, deepest abyss )

Note - Written in tribute to this poet of olden times, and this famous poem
My Beloved Is Mine, And I Am His; He Feedeth Among The Lilies,
By Francis Quarles (1592–1644)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

May Heaven's Blessings Both Our Hearts Enshrine

In dread of night, facing your doubts and fears
darling, you know my love is no token
I will shield you, from those shadow cast spears.
if that darkness, has your kind heart broken
I pray, shed not any wet weeping tears.

If that gleaming midnight moon for you fails
know that my deep love and courage holds true
as was sworn, will shall travel happy trails,
for this dark world giveth me only you,
in your beauty all other beauty pales.

When dawn shines its glow, your pretty face shines
its bright promises are bountiful gifts
your Love and Hand to Me, this world defines,
no other blessing this heart so uplifts
may Heaven's blessings both our hearts enshrine.

When dawn shines its glow, your pretty face shines
Your Love and Hand to Me, this world defines.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-14-2019
Rhyme-Romantic, ( A Love Poem, Written Early This Morn For My Darling Wife )

Note-
Posted with her kind permission.
As rarely ever, do I post these for others to see.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated Part Three, the Conclusion
Part Three, (the Conclusion)

Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
exiting ship, Greek sandals felt soft Trojan sands
with mighty magnificent Greek pride in courageous hearts
each seeking greater fame they knew would come as battle starts.

Landing all around was mighty horde of Greek ships
as falling Greek anchors through Trojan waters slip
Achilles, full of joyous prospect of this contest's gifts
gave warrior's brave words to his warriors spirits uplift.

Near their shores, Trojan scouts blew horns, Greek first landing
to Hector, Troy's greatest leader none withstanding
rushing to meet fighters in many bloody battle fought
until sun's disappearing rays flowing bloodshed did halt.

As night, slowed removal of the fallen Greek dead
even Achilles brave men, felt dawn's coming dread
yet Olympic gods felt pride, how Greek warriors had died
as Achilles and his men's glory filled their hearts with pride.

For months, then years the Gods watched as great battles rage
as Troy held out due to wisdom from its great sage
and its massive fortified walls, warriors brave and true
even cruelest of the gods gave Troy's warriors their dues.

Day came that Achilles the great Prince Hector slew
as even some mighty Greek warriors had too
Fate, had not delivered Death's deepest goal, its blackest hand
that of Achilles's sad end, greatest sorrow of his band.

Achilles rose, saw dawn and knew it was his last
a vision, he saw his ship sailing its black mast
true to his warrior's brave heart, he felt not a grievous fear
knowing his life would end, as Death its icy hold grew near!

Fated, Death sent poison arrow into his heel
finally greatest Greek hero did Death's hand feel
was not this end, his legendary fame that sealed his name
sacrifice that brought this warrior his everlasting fame?

And the climax, that was to then seal Troy's sad doom
as greater sacrifice must enter Death's new room
for Gods decreed that thousands of Troy's citizens must die
to honor this hero's death, defeat was the Gods's new cry.

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three)
Part Two-titled, 2. Achilles, The Journey To Troy
Part One-titled, 1. His Heart and Soul Were Mortal

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) - Is the Conclusion..

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[LongTermGuy]

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated Part Three, the Conclusion
Part Three, (the Conclusion)

Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
embarking ship, Greek sandals felt soft Trojan sands
with mighty magnificent Greek pride in courageous hearts
each seeking greater fame they knew would come as battle starts.

Landing all around was mighty horde of Greek ships
as falling Greek anchors through Trojan waters slip
Achilles, full of joyous prospect of this contest's gifts
gave warrior's brave words to his warriors spirits uplift.

Near their shores, Trojan scouts blew horns, Greek first landing
to Hector, Troy's greatest leader none withstanding
rushing to meet fighters in many bloody battle fought
until sun's disappearing rays flowing bloodshed did halt.

As night, slowed removal of the fallen Greek dead
even Achilles brave men, felt dawn's coming dread
yet Olympic gods felt pride, how Greek warriors had died
as Achilles and his men's glory filled their hearts with pride.

For months, then years the Gods watched as great battles rage
as Troy held out due to wisdom from its great sage
and its massive fortified walls, warriors brave and true
even cruelest of the gods gave Troy's warriors their dues.

Day came that Achilles the great Prince Hector slew
as even some mighty Greek warriors had too
Fate, had not delivered Death's deepest goal, its blackest hand
that of Achilles's sad end, greatest sorrow of his band.

Achilles rose, saw dawn and knew it was his last
a vision, he saw his ship sailing its black mast
true to his warrior's brave heart, he felt not a grievous fear
knowing his life would end, as Death its icy hold grew near!

Fated, Death sent poison arrow into his heel
finally greatest Greek hero did Death's hand feel
was not this end, his legendary fame that sealed his name
sacrifice that brought this warrior his everlasting fame?

And the climax, that was to then seal Troy's sad doom
as greater sacrifice must enter Death's new room
for Gods decreed that thousands of Troy's citizens must die
to honor this hero's death, defeat was the Gods's new cry.

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three)
Part Two-titled, 2. Achilles, The Journey To Troy
Part One-titled, 1. His Heart and Soul Were Mortal

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) - Is the Conclusion..

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.XL9Dalw1K7NqUCrGE_7GOQHaJ2&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300

“Divine Achilles, remember your father who is, like me, on the grievous door step of senility. Maybe he, too, is all alone in sorrow and no one is there to defend him. But when he hears that you are alive, his heart is filled with joy. Because he still hopes that one day he will see his beloved son returning from Troy. But I, I am utterly unblest, seeing I begat sons the best in Troy, yet of them not one is left…”

http://www.grethexis.com/achilles-stunning-encounter-priam-king-troy/

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Posting this here now. My blog that I presented today at my home poetry site.
Just explaining about this long poem. is creation and my thoughts and reasons on being so long in completing it. -Tyr

My blog from my home poetry site-- 9-21-2019


Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated (Part Three) -Conclusion, to be posted today...
Blog Posted:9/21/2019 1:29:00 PM
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) -Conclusion, to be posted today...

I am about to post here the third and final part of my very long Achilles series, the three part poem was started on 8-04- 2018, each part taking more
and more time to finish because of meeting the numerical challenge I had decided at the onset in including in my writing this long poem.
All three parts meeting the below counts given.....

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340

Math being one of my favorite subjects I often include mathematical challenges in creating my poetry...
In this very long poem they are as follows
three times 468 syllables equals total of 1404 syllables.
three times 340 words equals total of 1020 words
1404 syllables + 1020 words equals a total of 2424....
This was a compromise from my original idea of writing a 2400 word poem on Achilles. I saw how I could shorten the long poem
and still get in my favorite number which is 24. and do so not once but twice.
Truth is, it has taken over a year to complete and part two took three times longer to compose than did part one, while part three has taken seven times longer than did part two- thus
entire long poem has taken a bit over 13 months to complete.
My longest ever poem to complete. And certainly one that I will ever dare to attempt again. As I now have on my agenda six other incomplete poem series that I must some day tackle, if my time on earth permits such in my- to date now, a bit over 49 year long poetic journey.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute Poem, Dedicated To Memory Of Our Loving Father
( 1901- 1968 )

A man of great courage and iron nerve
as a youth into trouble he would swerve
some had called him, brute, rascal or knave
yet none ever stated he was not brave.

With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.

As a kind and honest man he was tops
a father, a farmer proud of his crops
with labor and sweat falling from his brow
he taught us all, to love, by showing how.

With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.

Swearing family was Hope and Treasure
gave us love, always in equal measure
made us swear to defend family name
taught us respect, asking only the same.

With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.

Life had never been easy, nor his friend
he lived it well, right up until the end
as a giant, one we did so admire
a hero, our hopes he did so inspire.

With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.

When his death came it was in peaceful sleep
pray we safe journey, his soul Heaven keeps
he died on the same day as of his birth
for sixty-eight years, showing us Love's worth.

With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.

R.J. Lindley, May 27th, 1973
Rhyme, (Dedication to our father)
Note- Our father passed away in 1969 on the morning
of his birth, exactly 68 years old to the day.

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words: 240

Note, today : 9-24-2019 (50 years after father's death..
I have decided to present this poem, taken from my private journal.
Written when I was a mere lad of nineteen years young. Five years after
father's death and during my first year of marriage to my first wife.
Nothing in my life has ever affected or hurt me more than his dying.
I was fifteen years old and to me he was everything. After his death,
I went into a nineteen year long battle against this dark world-
lived a wild youth, fought many, many fights, endured many sorrows
and somehow lived to tell the tale. Now blessed with loving family,
great friends and the blessing of having found poetry to be a true
and marvelous treasure to read, compose and gift to others.

""Et hoc modo orandi, cum vero corde orant,
Caritatem Deus tuus benedixerit mihi omnis longa dies,
Atque divina iura pace locus tuus manum meam navem
Olim te in Caelo, oro te anima mea et lapsum.""


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.XL9Dalw1K7NqUCrGE_7GOQHaJ2&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300

“Divine Achilles, remember your father who is, like me, on the grievous door step of senility. Maybe he, too, is all alone in sorrow and no one is there to defend him. But when he hears that you are alive, his heart is filled with joy. Because he still hopes that one day he will see his beloved son returning from Troy. But I, I am utterly unblest, seeing I begat sons the best in Troy, yet of them not one is left…”

http://www.grethexis.com/achilles-stunning-encounter-priam-king-troy/

Thank you my friend. I finally had time to click on the link you gave and read.
Just as I remembered it when reading it as a 13 year old boy. I wrote an essay on it and received an A+
by my very strict teacher, who was a huge fan of Greek mythology.
They used to have teachers that were like that-- that truly inspired young boys and young girls to read and enjoy classic literature..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths

I.

The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.

II.

And Spring gifts its sweet heated thaw
winter fades into hidden caves
across the land its warmth crawls
as mortals for this bounty rave
tho' Fate oft plays as it slow gnaws.

III.

This earth with its great darkness yields
to little to the meek and mild
as bright flowers bloom far afield
life gives us mother and dear child
tho' Fate oft ruins what man builds.

IV.

Nature, with its measured turns
glorifies its resplendent sun
as its hot flames so brightly burn
we mortals ever seek more fun
tho' Fate oft our milk overturns.

V.

Life, this great force we hold so dear
is but whispers in flowing winds
yet with faith be we of good cheer
hope rests beyond the river bends
tho' Fate oft kindles our deep fears.

VI.

This sad truth our hearts must now hear
man is made of mere flesh and bones
Life and Soul felt more when in tears
saddest love hold dark overtones
tho' Fate oft casts its sharpest spears.

VII.

And in wisdom comes greater light
for we may walk blinded and lost
as love's soft pleasures conquers night
new dawns may sprinkle gleaming frost
tho' Fate oft kills much with its spite.

R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1975
Rhyme, ( Verses Birthed From Midnight Dreams )
Presented as was written, no edits to poem...

Old Note: June 12th, 1975

I do not know what future brings
whether with joy Life sweeter sings
dearer are my verse passions now
ink stains paper, as my muse prowls.

New Note: September 28th, 2019

I see what my past hath me brought
once in life my soul was thus caught
between devil and deep blue sea
but Lord did have mercy on me!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths

I.

The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.

II.

And Spring gifts its sweet heated thaw
winter fades into hidden caves
across the land its warmth crawls
as mortals for this bounty rave
tho' Fate oft plays as it slow gnaws.

III.

This earth with its great darkness yields
too little to the meek and mild
as bright flowers bloom far afield
life gives us mother and dear child
tho' Fate oft ruins what man builds.

IV.

Nature, with its measured turns
glorifies its resplendent sun
as its hot flames so brightly burn
we mortals ever seek more fun
tho' Fate oft our milk overturns.

V.

Life, this great force we hold so dear
is but whispers in flowing winds
yet with faith be we of good cheer
hope rests beyond the river bends
tho' Fate oft kindles our deep fears.

VI.

This sad truth our hearts must now hear
man is made of mere flesh and bones
Life and Soul felt more when in tears
saddest love hold dark overtones
tho' Fate oft casts its sharpest spears.

VII.

And in wisdom comes greater light
for we may walk blinded and lost
as love's soft pleasures conquers night
new dawns may sprinkle gleaming frost
tho' Fate oft kills much with its spite.

R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1975
Rhyme, ( Verses Birthed From Midnight Dreams )
Presented as was written, no edits to poem...

Old Note: June 12th, 1975

I do not know what future brings
whether with joy Life sweeter sings
dearer are my verse passions now
ink stains paper, as my muse prowls.

New Note: September 28th, 2019

I see what my past hath me brought
once in life my soul was thus caught
between devil and deep blue sea
but Lord did have mercy on me!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Woe To He, That This Great Darkness Seeks To Embrace

When blind man sees that pale horse in night skies
innocence births waterfalls with its cries
dawn rejects the cock's ringing morning crow
mid-summer lashes earth with ice and snow
Mother Nature stops its blessings and weeps
you will know that Death and Fate play for keeps.

When vengeful sun burns dying moon away
as night's blackness and its shadows hold sway
man in turmoil, accuses all the more
those falling to kneel, for help they implore
divine intervention to save us all
from evil's hands and that last trumpet call.

When darkness, its powers seeks souls to slay
women and children, pawns with which it plays
ground heaving, erupts and with gasping moans
scorches oceans and burns even the stones
as world denies this tribulation curse
mankind will race from bad to even worse.

When faith and hope are deemed to be false dreams.
Earth and sky will moan loud, sorrowful screams.

R. J. Lindley, 10-02-1974
Rhyme, ( He That Walks In Blindness Must Soon Stumble )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Life, Love, And Verses Born Of True Poetic Heart

Waken to Life, its joys that bring truest living
amidst this world and its pitiless deceiving,
Ample the blessings cast forth by divine givings
true is the gratitude in grateful receiving.

Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.

Be still and allow kind hearts to wonders bestow
as golden prizes to those in direst of need,
Pure as gleaming whites in blankets of heavy snow
as counterweights to human graft and its greed.

Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.

Fear not, that such goodness will by evil be slain
for the Light by wicked blade shall not perish,
Sweetest treasures by blackest of deeds no man gains
that which in Love and Harmony we most cherish.

Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.

As morn's radiant glows, entreats our admiration
we with courageous hearts, our verses compose,
Deep symbols, well thrown benevolent salutation
oft as supple in colors, as is Love's red rose.

Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.

As fleeing sun with soft red hues in honor gifts
may we in our humbleness, this pleasure feel,
creation gave us our souls, that Life oft uplifts
and in dawn's brilliant glows, rays that heal.

Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme,
began on June 9th, 1983,
finished today, October 3rd, 2019
thirty-six years in the making.
Now I am hoping to be able to finish about
120 other unfinished pieces from decades ago.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Before The New Rising Sun


Before the new rising sun,
After night begins its slow fade,
Consider what needs to be done:
Inside this world man has made
Where so many live and die,
As slaves to blinded greed,
While so few ask the why
The millions so hurt and bleed.

Before the loud cock crows,
After its morning call echoes,
Consider to let Love grow:
Inside and outward as it shows
Walk the path that so redeems,
Softer heart and human soul,
Abandon world's greedy schemes
As such dark takes heavy tolls.

Before that red sun sets,
After sweet youth fades away,
Consider what faith begets:
Inside the spirit each day
Enjoy peace that so inspires,
The treasures of Life and Love,
That kindles deep flaming fires
Born from Light from far above.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2019
Rhyme, ( Allow Truth and Light to gift their golden treasures)

Note: This was rewritten from memory of a poem that was among
the hundreds that were stolen from me and burned many decades ago.
The title and some verses came to me but the rest are new.
I am surprised that this poem came to me this morn as if it demanded
that I address its premature demise those many years ago.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she was wanted more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.

10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


Edit, 11-05-2019, -- This poem took first place in the contest....--Tyr

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Treasure Once Found Within An Enchanted Forest Dream


With cravings of Love's joyous shout

as warmth of rose in full sunlight

casting its dappled shades about

hot flames, ardor's red-throes excite...

and within soft glows, its amber shine

the fairy goddess became mine.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-09- 2019
Romanticism, (What A Young Poet Once Dreamed To Find )

Note- After be chided for my not more often writing any softer, sweeter , romantic pieces, I took note and decided to sit a spell and let passion send its romantic fires to kindle flickering flames that once so burned my soul in my youth.
This short piece flowed forth and resisted my mighty tempting urges to lengthen it.
Actually, about forty years ago, I wrote about a hundred poems similar to this, in content ,in passionate embrace of the blasting fires that once stirred a young poet's seeking heart.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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As New Lovers Wake To Meet Dawn's Awaiting Treasures

Waking in Love's glory, he felt and said:

With heart swollen, bursting with love for her
with her sweet, wonderful smile gazing back
With sun casting glow in her waking eyes
with soft, tender words uttered as she rose
With new adoration, his heart astir
with teasing treasures seen at her bare pose
With gentle touch, of that first morning's kiss
with solemn vow, he shouted- "I Love You".


Waking in Love's glory, she felt and said:

With immense bliss, praying they never part
with eager want, beating in loving heart
With sight of his exiting hot shower
with promise of his sexual power
With true glory in new day's welcomed start
within realm of his ivory tower
With that gentle touch, that first honeyed kiss
with soft solemn vow, she cried- "I Love You".

R.J. Lindley
April, 17th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Romantic scene, first morn after Love's first sweet feast )

Note: Presenting an old romantic piece.
My second presentation of romance, passion and the treasures of love.
This is a newly edited version of an old poem from forty-six years ago.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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If Fated, Life Finds, Love Is Its Own True Reward


If Fated hammer hits, are born of a God's wrath
then perhaps universe does dance in its last throe
as lost echoes sent down irreversible path,
from morbid scenes, flown from a tragic Shakespeare's show.

If Fated sorrow pains, are seeds from that God's grief
then perhaps, our dark world resides in falling tears
as seas within dimensions of love-torn relief,
washing rocky shores, in waves of dark, mortal fears.

If Fated by death's hand, cuts from a dark God's sword
then perhaps, greatest promise is in its last gash
as we are but a selfish, wicked fleshly horde,
oft serving our greed, begging for more and more cash.

If Fated last hours, are felt as Love's true reward.
Then perhaps, we find life lived, was not too hard.


Robert J. Lindley, 10/10/2019
Sonnet, ( What Old Poet Thought While On A Dark Midnight Walk )

Note- Last night I wrote a third romantic poem--but this morn my
angry muse steered me into birthing this piece. We argued just which of the two to present today. She won by the power of dastardly and malevolent threats she made about when I sleep..
Sleep, is something she claims she never has to do...... hmm.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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I Wrote A Poem Today,Its Message True Words

I wrote a poem today,its message true words
banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.

Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

I cried that sad day,love-loss a great blow
birthed saddest grey,bringing life low
in epic pain found I, darkest of hell
nothing left to gain,ours is a sad tale.
Heard a rumor say,you are pretty still
time to leave today,I write my last will.

Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

I wrote a poem today,its message true words
banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.

Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

R.J. Lindley
June 24th, 1979
Rhyme, ( Love Lost, A Bridge Broken And Burnt To Ashes )
(updated with minor editing-10-16-2019)

Old Note, 6/24/1979-- Deleted...

New Note: ""grey""- use is (4a)... (lacking cheer or brightness in mood,)
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/grey

grey adjective
less common spelling of GRAY
1a: of the color gray
b: tending toward gray
blue-gray eyes
c: dull in color
2: having the hair gray : HOARY
3: clothed in gray
**** 4a: lacking cheer or brightness in mood, outlook, style, or flavor

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:180
Total # Words: 136

Note:
In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
A view once seen and a heart once broken,
As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
In its place, was accepted an evil token..........



Where Leaps Hot Desires In Adoring Breast

Here atop this majestic mountain crest,
Amidst flying winds that soothe aching soul,
Looking at earth, at Nature's very best,
Where resides a force man can not control;
Man, mortal man his heart too often weeps,
For selfish pleasures, treasures not his due,
Clear views of darkness, as so oft it creeps,
In crashing waves as evil deeds accrue.

Thus flows Fate's decrees, its accursed hand,
As Truest of loving heart cries out for you,
Seeing this vast, beautiful ancient land,-
In glory, as its gems Nature's renews;
As did your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow,
Where leaps hot desires in Adoring breast,
Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows,
Stronger than gales cast at Nature's behest.

As with your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow.
Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)

Note:
In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
A view once seen and a heart once broken,
As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
In its place, was accepted an evil token..........

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )

Syllables Per Line:
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0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
Lord Byron
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet, peer, and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence, and is considered one of the historical leading figures of the Romantic movement of his era.[1][2][3] He is regarded as one of the greatest English poets[4] and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular.

2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Lord-Byron-poet

In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron

Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.

In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift pre-ordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me Love- let thy hand seeketh mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.

In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series,
fourth poet- Lord Byron )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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288+212 = 500, I met my goal of the total being 500.
Always a challenge to set a number then write to meet it..
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212

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Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
Couplets,
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )

Note (1): This is the sixth poem I've written to honor Shelly.
All six were done in different poetry forms/styles, I judged
four of them to not be good enough and thus discarded them.
Of the five poets honored in this poets tribute series,
Shelly is by far the most difficult one for me to write to
honor. This is the shortest of the 6 poems I've composed
but I think is the best one of the two chosen to represent
my overall views, considerations and admiration of the
magnificent poet- Percy Bysshe Shelly.
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Note (2).: Friends, I began this five poets tribute series
very shortly after ending my first tribute series... A
short break was needed because I had serious health issues
and needed to rethink how to continue this series.
Especially, I needed to decide which poets to write more
dedications to and also plan on which great, but lesser
known poets shall be in my next five poets series.
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(1.)
We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New

Nevermore softest touch of loving hand
nevermore, will we together stand!
Forevermore, our sad souls shall deny
forevermore, lost halls echo our cry!

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Resplendent, were nights of our hot fervor
Alas! Found was a doomed endeavor!
Dare we blame Fate or dim light of pale moon
Or passion's depths entered far too soon?

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Nay! Such was burning of flames searing hot
blasting love like a massive cannon shot!
A wound opened, that blood could flow
crimson path creating, a way to go!

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Nevermore waking morns, your face to see
nevermore that soft caress touching me!
O'hand of grief, release that crushing hold
forevermore, give back sweet love we sold!

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Resplendent, were trysts under bright moonlight
Alas! In hot embrace we left true sight!
Did Fate, romantic fever wash away
Or simply set price we both had to pay?

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Nay! Moon shadows whispered, it was greed
your huge demands, worship you both so need!
All was true love, 'tis fault of you and I
we can see, we once had, pie in the sky!

You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2019
Rhyme, ( Treasure Once Found, From Youth, A Lover Sweetly Missed )
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Un espoir, une prière, que Père Time me permette de réaliser ce rêve.)

(2.)
Within Faith, Such Magnificent Dream Lives

God: Can not thy merciful hand stop
flow of tears from her weeping eyes,

Will thy merciful heart into life shine
rays, into her beautiful sky?

Grant thee, this new morn a majestic gift
of true Love, needed Light it brings,

Can not thy heavenly paradise send
Love to her as thy angels sing?

Plead I, this request born of truest Love
as my soul bleeds deeply for her,

Within faith, such magnificent dream lives
whilst this beating heart now so stirs.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
Rhyme- Couplets,
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)

Note:
1.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
much more at link given...

2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom. much more at link given...

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!

Alas! At night stars dimmed and evil winds blew
midnight hour, I was served bones I could not chew
and a foul drink of bitter regrets and lying
as Fate had set me here, this ship of slow dying!
Such was a dark curse, uttered by her deep hate
For she turned to darkness to then alter my Fate!

Ten years had raced into oblivion's cup
into darkest seas we went, I never gave up
tho' soul had been impaled by poisonous blades
I clung to that romantic love that never fades!
Such as the poets of old sang and wrote about
Looking to the heavens and giving mighty shouts!

Chained was I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)

Note:
1.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
much more at link given...
samuel-taylor-coleridge

2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...ylor-coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom.

Coleridge renounced poetic vocation in his thirtieth year and set out to define and defend the art as a practicing critic. His promotion of Wordsworth’s verse, a landmark of English literary response, proceeded in tandem with a general investigation of epistemology and metaphysics. Coleridge was preeminently responsible for importing the new German critical philosophy of Immanuel Kant and Friedrich von Schelling; his associated discussion of imagination remains a fixture of institutional criticism while his occasional notations on language proved seminal for the foundation and development of Cambridge English in the 1920s. In his distinction between culture and civilization Coleridge supplied means for a critique of the utilitarian state, which has been continued in our own time. And in his late theological writing he provided principles for reform in the Church of England. Coleridge’s various and imposing achievement, a cornerstone of modern English culture, remains an incomparable source of informed reflection on the brave new world whose birth pangs he attended.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born on October 21, 1772 in the remote Devon village of Ottery St. Mary, the tenth and youngest child of Ann Bowdon Coleridge and John Coleridge, a school-master and vicar whom he was said to resemble physically as well as mentally. In vivid letters recounting his early years he describes himself as “a genuine Sans culotte, my veins uncontaminated with one drop of Gentility.” The childhood of isolation and self-absorption which Coleridge describes in these letters has more to do, on his own telling, with his position in the family. Feelings of anomie, unworthiness, and incapacity persisted throughout a life of often compulsive dependency on others.

A reader seemingly by instinct, Coleridge grew up surrounded by books at school, at home, and in his aunt’s shop. The dreamy child’s imagination was nourished by his father’s tales of the planets and stars and enlarged by constant reading. Through this, “my mind had been habituated to the Vast—& I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief. I regulated all my creeds by my conceptions not by my sight—even at that age.” Romances and fairy tales instilled in him a feeling of “the Great” and “the Whole.” It was a lesson he never forgot. Experience he always regarded as a matter of whole and integrated response, not of particular sensations. Resolving conflicted feelings into whole response occupies much of his best verse, and his developed philosophical synthesis represents a comparable effort of resolution.

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My blog presented moments ago at my home poetry site--

This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. - Robert Lindley's Blog


This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
Blog Posted:11/10/2019 1:45:00 PM
This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the first poet honored in my recently started Second poets tribute series. First poet chosen in the series and first poem presented today..
I urge any here to read his extremely famous poem , The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. I promise it is truly a poetic feast.

https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
Answer to a Child's Question
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1816
Christabel [excerpt]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796
Frost at Midnight
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1797
Ne Plus Ultra
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833
Work Without Hope
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1824
What Is an Epigram?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1801
Constancy to an Ideal Object
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1827
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1892
A Christmas Carol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
2017
Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1847
Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1825
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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https://interestingliterature.com/2017/04/24/the-best-coleridge-poems-everyone-should-read/

LITERATURE
The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.


The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.

‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.


‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.

‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.

‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.



https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
Answer to a Child's Question
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1816
Christabel [excerpt]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796
Frost at Midnight
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1797
Ne Plus Ultra
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833
Work Without Hope
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1824
What Is an Epigram?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1801
Constancy to an Ideal Object
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1827
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1892
A Christmas Carol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
2017
Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1847
Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1825
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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LITERATURE
The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.


The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.

‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.


‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.

‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.

‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest Of Words

Poets, dare to present what your heart speaks
let it roam other realms, true meaning seek,
venture into lands with magical shores
sail a hundred ships, seek a thousand more!

Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.

Poets, open your treasure chest of words
release its flock of metaphorical birds,
set pen to reveal soul that truly sings
of Life, Love, Sweet Romance, Heavenly things!

Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.

Speak of treasures, innumerable dreams
weave your verse tapestries with golden seams
let your spirit cast forth what is within
show Art's truth is were poetry begins!

Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.

You may find that beauty shines in the Dark
for world shows Nature is oft bold and stark,
in that dose of truth- poets may thus gift
deep verse, some that inspiringly uplift!

Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.

Poets, know this- Life is preciously short
write deep, kindness from your readers exhort
set stage, in scenic views let beauty shine
who knows fame's glory, may be yours or mine!

Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-11-2019
Rhyme, (Thirty verses composed to honor a dear poet friend that turned thirty today)

"My friend, such is this poem, its heart true
its splashed ink, sincere gift unto you!
And in return this old poet found this
touch from poetry's goddess, her sweet kiss!"

Quote:

" She that sends verses to this seeking heart,
shall forever, greater wisdom impart."- by RJL
" Celle qui envoie des vers à ce coeur qui cherche,
doit pour toujours, une plus grande sagesse conférer."

Note:
Composed this morn, before the birds sang
before the old red rooster's first call rang
as steaming hot coffee I sat to drink
a poet, from Life's duties, will not shrink!

He that gives to others, reaps seven-fold,
treasures that can never be bought or sold
I was told, Life's treasures are to be found
beyond horizons, far far out of bounds!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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I wrote this for a poet friend that turned thirty today.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon,
Second poets tribute series, Conrad Potter Aiken


(1.)
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Conrad-Aiken

Conrad Aiken
AMERICAN WRITER
WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
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Alternative Title: Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Aiken, in full Conrad Potter Aiken, (born August 5, 1889, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.—died August 17, 1973, Savannah), American Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, short-story writer, novelist, and critic whose works, influenced by early psychoanalytic theory, are concerned largely with the human need for self-awareness and a sense of identity. Aiken himself faced considerable trauma in his childhood when he found the bodies of his parents after his father had killed his mother and committed suicide. He later wrote of this in his autobiography Ushant (1952).

Aiken was educated at private schools and at Harvard University, where he was a friend and contemporary of T.S. Eliot (whose poetry was to influence his own). A tutor in English at Harvard in the late 1920s and a London correspondent for The New Yorker in the mid-1930s, he divided his life almost equally between England and the United States until 1947, when he settled in Massachusetts. Aiken was instrumental as editor of Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924) in establishing that poet’s posthumous reputation, and he played a significant role in introducing the work of American poets to the British public.
much more at link given..


(2.)
https://poets.org/poet/conrad-aiken



Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon
Second poets tribute series, Conrad Aiken

As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
war I with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!

Rove I in midnight dreams, through golden halls of Avalon
speak I, to pale white ghosts of poems Poetry hath spawn,
in our discourse bow I, to wisdom's arms, they wisely wield
oft I, have cause to battle foes, fight under that bold shield!

From echoing voices that call and ask for solemn vows
hear i, melancholy groans, as a shadow figure prowls,
deep dark in the black abyss my soul races on to sink
bloody cuts appear, faster than a witch's black cat can blink!

Fearful that this time, a return path will never be found
beg I for rooster's waking crow, dawn's most heavenly sound,
in my sincere, hopeful prayer rests a further great plea
that faith's Light returns, to save a wretched sinner like me!

As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
I war with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Rhyme, (14,14,14,14)
(Dark, As Poet Wars Against Doubts, Fatigue And Melancholy)
Inspired by Senlin: His Dark Origins by Conrad Aiken

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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EDIT:
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https://poets.org/poet/conrad-aiken

His poetry/prose
Poetry

A Letter from Lí Po and Other Poems (1955)
A Seizure of Limericks (1964)
And in the Hanging Garden (1933)
And in the Human Heart (1940)
Brownstone Eclogues (1942)
Collected Poems (1953)
Collected Poems (1970)
Earth Triumphant and Other Tales in Verse (1914)
Gehenna (1930)
John Deth, A Metaphysical Legacy, and Other Poems (1930)
Landscape West of Eden (1934)
Nocturne of Remembered Spring and Other Poems (1917)
Prelude (1929)
Preludes for Memnon (1931)
Priapus and the Pool (1922)
Punch: The Immortal Liar (1921)
Selected Poems (1929)
Selected Poems (1961)
Sheepfold Hill: Fifteen Poems (1958)
Skylight One: Fifteen Poems (1950)
The Charnal Rose, Senlin, and Other Poems (1918)
The Coming Forth by Day of Osiris Jones (1931)
The Divine Pilgrim (1949)
The Fluteplayer (1956)
The House of Dust: A Symphony (1920)
The Jig of Forslin: A Symphony (1916)
The Kid (1947)
The Morning Song of Lord Zero (1963)
The Pilgrimage of Festus (1923)
The Soldier: A Poem (1944)
Time in the Rock: Preludes to Definition (1936)
Turns and Moves and Other Tales in Verse (1916)
Wake II (1952)

Prose
A Reviewer's ABC (1958)
Collected Criticism (1968)
Melody of Chaos (1931)
Scepticism, Notes on Contemporary Poetry (1919)
Ushant: An Essay (1952)