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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-19-2019, 09:57 AM

Notes---
Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice, Second poets Tribute Series, Nabokov
Poet's Notes

Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov

Notes :
(1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov

Vladimir Nabokov
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (Russian: ?????´??? ?????´??????? ????´??? [vl?'d?im??r vl?'d?im??r?v??t? n?'bok?f] (About this soundlisten); 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899[a] – 2 July 1977), also known by the pen name Vladimir Sirin (Russian: ?????´??? ??´???), was a Russian and American novelist, poet, translator and entomologist. His first nine novels were written in Russian (1926–38), but he achieved international prominence after he began writing English prose. Nabokov became an American citizen in 1945.....

First tribute poem

[B]Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
Should we not thus seek, blessings so divine
As to not let this world our lives define?

Big dipper singing soft ditty times three
As its handle cast light, welcoming me
Archer shot beams across the Milky Way
As benevolent words, asking no pay!

Brother moon dancing, to set wolves howling
Nature set free, its kids go a'prowing
In peaceful repose, I fall into sleep
My last words, "Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( When Youth, And Treasured Memories An Old Poet Remind )
Dedication, Second Poets Dedication Series, Nabokov

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Second tribute poem:

As Sun Rises, Bringing Morn's Newborn Glee

As sun rises, bringing morn's newborn glee
rooster crows out its pleasures at dawn's light
as world again wakes, its teeming dark sea
shouts, do as you will, dark has fled with night!

Alas! Such is but its great and black lie
for darkness chooses but a brief retreat
folly to believe, as many may die
joining cold ashes of mortal defeat!

When night returns, its dark dances about
as hidden shadows leap from poison trees
solemn blackness, its power needs no shout
as those wise in many years will agree!

Yet new sun that brings light to dark banish
sets its course mortal man can never sway
reveals those sins we may wish to vanish,
in ever decaying hours of each day!

As morn's voice calls, this sweet coffee I sup
slow across this wood porch, an inch-worm crawls
an old man savors third and final cup
and seeks warmth within his castle walls!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
(When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov

Notes :
(1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov

Vladimir Nabokov
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Comments Posted---

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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 5:03:00 AM

From darkness to light and back. Great diptych, Robert. The worm in the last quatrain is very Nabokovian (Nabokov was a famous entomologist). One could say that the worm symbolizes something, but it symbolizes nothing (Nabokov laughed at the symbols), it just crawls. The very fact that the poet noticed a worm, whether real or imagined, and inserted it into the poem speaks about the poet's attention to an artistic detail (Nabokov loved details). But these two poems gave me great pleasure not because Nabokov is my favorite writer. It is great by itself.

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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 4:58:00 AM
P.S.: Nabokov was a true master of darkness about which he knew firsthand. Once, in an interview, he said: "I have gained some experience; when my night comes, I will not be completely unprepared".

Salehi Avatar
Pashang Salehi
Date: 11/19/2019 12:33:00 AM

Truly peaceful... I'm getting sleepy as well... Goodnight.

Nicole Avatar
Brandy Nicole
Date: 11/18/2019 10:10:00 PM
"As I lay me down in lush verdant grass- Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"! Oh my, this thought touches my heart so deeply. The entire poem wraps gently around me. I see the darkness within your second tribute, the depth behind your words. Both poems hold amazing moments my dear friend. Once again, a Masterpiece you have created. ~ Brandy

Have now presented the two poems written to honor the fourth magnificent poet chosen, Vladimir Nabokov.. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-21-2019, 08:55 AM

Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

She who his hot passion bestirs
in its fires, warms her eager heart
asks not for gold, diamonds or furs
instead, he a sweeter path chart!

He that her hand truly adores
in her light and grace, truly shine
oft wades along paradise shores
where sincere poets oft opine!

She that in his stead, falls to pray
accepts life's wrath and its dread
as for his sins she must then pay
sorrows born, when to death he fled!

He who lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command

I Then In Silver Silence Fell

My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!

I wept, you are oft my sad woe
in humble pride, I write my tales
caring not which way each spell flows
thus with freedom, my true ship sails.

My muse, to this cry was bemused
but with anger great, she then rose
tis' I that you truly abused
after I your worthless hide chose!

I then in silver silence fell
and in my morrows, saw so true
I had her under my dark spell
and thus my freedom could renew!

My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!

Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command..

Note:
Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and let the
captive rhymes dance and outward flow....
as in verses from a past youth's meandering
and lighthearted compositions....
As in the *Dark verse* can not be embraced for too long.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-21-2019, 05:04 PM

In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate

Life, its complexity truly astounds
astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
earthbound but not without imagined flight
flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
disbelief of blindness that brings dark grief
grief of those lost, dying with no recourse
recourse from disease of war's killing force.
Force spilling blood, war's sad barbaric score
score of flesh and bones, as death demands more
more as heaping mounds of worthless refuse
refuse this world considers of no use!

Life, horrors often born of man's dark hate
Hate's dark blindness, chalked up to just be Fate!

Robert J. Lindley, 11- 21-2019
Chained Sonnet, ( War, Its Savagery And Its Bloody Costs)
( Where Peace And Beauty Can Be Shattered In An Instant)
Perfect 100 words hit...

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words::::: 100

Chained Sonnet definition:

Chained Sonnet ( or linked sonnet), is a sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.
The elements of the Chained sonnet are:
1. the verse is written in any sonnet form.
2. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
3. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1053-chained-sonnet/
Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.

## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements
which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
rhyme pattern or volta requirements. Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/

Source: http://forums.familyfriendpoems.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=130578

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-25-2019, 08:55 AM

Note: Stats on poems:

Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet

Stats of first poem - a tribute sonnet

Robert J. Lindley, 11/23/2019
Sonnet, 10,10,10,10 (Closing verse 12, 12 )
Second Poets Tribute Series, Alexander Pushkin
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:::::: 110

Stats of second poem- a tribute poem
Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2019
Rhyme, ( When Darkness Lost Its Wicked Grip )
Alexander Pushkin Tribute
Syllables Per Line:
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: 210
Total # Words:::: 170
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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)

(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee

Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In late midnight hours, moonlight streaming down
Alas! With Time's fleeing flight, thy fame fades
Yet thy verse treasures gave thee world renown.

Bard, thy prowling ship upon open seas
Delivered thy Art, to this sad world please
Fate, its dark hand did thy youthful life take
For thy wife's honor, thee would not forsake!

Bard, from thy glory this poet now feels
Pains of sorrows at thy early demise
From thy fruited verse, this world so oft peels
In its beauty, words so precious and wise!

Poetry gave its deep rich brilliance unto thee.
As thy muse sent thee magnificent melodies.

Robert J. Lindley, 11/23/2019
Sonnet, 10,10,10,10 (Closing verse 12, 12 )
Second Poets Tribute Series, Alexander Pushkin
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:::::: 110

(2.)
New Dawn, New Life, To Heaven Rose My Cry

Pray I, to One that made ground and blue sky
Giving us earth's beauty for Heaven's sake
With bounty that mankind can not deny,
Thus fallen on grassy greens so, Pray I.

By heavens, Life caresses soul in me
Yet in blackest blackness of darkest night
In my wayward youth, this I sought to flee
And into black blackness of darkest sea.

Pray I, for salvation before I die
And true to His grace, faith was reborn true
With promise of dear life a bounding tie
Thus dark went away and sweet thanks, Pray I.

New dawn, new Life, to Heaven rose my cry
And soon I heard an angel chorus sing
Into its sounding midst, I did thus fly
With sweet teardrops that fell from misty eyes.

Pray I, others this blessing from blue sky
And Love and Peace such gift, God truly brings
Dastardly road took, I shall not deny
As bowing my head and with joy, Pray I.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2019
Rhyme, ( When Darkness Lost Its Wicked Grip )
Alexander Pushkin Tribute
Syllables Per Line:
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: 210
Total # Words:::: 170

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

From my blog...
Information on , Fifth poet- Alexander Pushkin , honored in my Second Poets Tribute Series
Blog Posted:11/23/2019 9:37:00 AM

Information on , Fifth poet- Alexander Pushkin ,
honored in my Second Poets Tribute Series

(1.) https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pushkin

Alexander Pushkin
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

He was a Russian poet, novelist, dramatist and writer of short stories.
Many think he was the greatest Russian poet.

Aleksandr Pushkin by Vasily Tropinin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was born 26 May 1799 (6 June New Style) 1799, Moscow, and died 29 January 1837 (10 February, New Style), St Petersburg. He was a Russian poet, novelist, dramatist and writer of short stories.

Many think he was the greatest Russian poet. He started the great tradition of Russian literature. Pushkin wrote in a way that no other Russian had done: he used the Russian language as it was spoken instead of writing in a style based on old church books. His influence on other Russian writers was enormous and several Russian composers set his stories and poems to music. His poetry is very hard to translate well into other languages because the words are full of special meanings in Russian culture. His novels, especially Eugene Onegin, are widely read.

Pushkin was the great-grandson of an African slave of the Tzar Peter the Great. He was killed in a duel in 1837 at the age of 37.

Early years
Pushkin's father came from an old aristocratic family. On his mother's side Pushkin had African ancestors. His great-grandfather Abram Gannibal was an Abyssinian who was living in a palace of the Turkish sultan in Istanbul. The Russian ambassador bought him as a present for Peter the Great, the tsar of Russia. Gannibal became a favourite of Peter the Great and he was sent to Paris to study. He became very rich. Pushkin was proud of his great-grandfather and wrote about him in a novel called The Negro of Peter the Great.

In 19th century Russia all aristocratic families learned to speak French, so Pushkin and his brother and sister spoke and wrote in French more than in Russian. The children were cared for by a nurse, Arina Rodionovna Yakovleva. It was the nurse who taught them to love the Russian language. She told the children Russian folktales. Pushkin also spoke Russian to the peasants and he read many books in his father's library.

When he was 12 he went to a new school called the Imperial Lyceum at Tsarskoye Selo. Years later this school was renamed Pushkin after their famous pupil. He soon started writing romantic poems in Russian using Russian tales of heroes and adventures. Ruslan and Ludmila was a poem that was later to be made into an opera by Mikhael Glinka.

Adulthood
In 1817, Pushkin got a job in the foreign office at St. Petersburg. He soon became interested in politics and supported the Decembrist revolt of 1825 when a group of noblemen and army officers tried to put another tsar in power and make him less powerful. Pushkin wrote some political poems. The result was that he was told he had to leave St. Petersburg. He had to spend six years in exile in the south of the country: in the Caucasus and the Crimea. He wrote about his experiences in the south in several romantic narrative poems (long poems which tell a story). He started work on a novel in verse called Yevgeny Onegin (or Eugene Onegin). He did not finish it until 1833. This was to be his most famous work. It was used by many musicians including Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky who made it into an opera. The poem shows typical Russian people in the society of his day.

Pushkin was angry that he was still in exile and he wrote many letters to his friends. Many of these letters were later published. He spent a lot of time drinking, gaming and fighting with swords. He fell in love with the daughter of a Count for whom he was working. The Count managed to get Pushkin exiled to his mother's estate near Pskov at the other end of Russia. Pushkin spent two years here. He was lonely, but he studied Russian history and talked to the peasants. The poems he wrote were full of ideas from Russian culture. He wrote one of his major works: Boris Godunov, a drama about a story from Russian history. The composer Modest Mussorgsky later made an opera from it. Boris Godunov was a cruel tsar in the 17th century. Pushkin's play shows that the ordinary people had a lot of power. This made it difficult for Pushkin to get it published.

Return from exile
After the revolt in 1825 the new tsar Nicholas I realized that Pushkin was by now very famous. He also realized that he had not taken part in the revolt, so he allowed him to return. The tsar said that he himself would censor Pushkin's works before they were allowed to be published. He said that he was going to be a good tsar and help the poor people (the serfs) to become free. Pushkin was in a difficult position because he could not write anything that the tsar would not like.

He had to be very careful not to say bad things about the rulers of the country. The police watched him very carefully. Yet at this time Pushkin wrote a large number of great works, almost each one of them being the first of their kind in Russian literature. One example is the short story The Queen of Spades, which Tchaikovsky made into an opera and which was to be a great influence on the novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Last years
In his last years, Pushkin was again in government service in St. Petersburg. He married in 1831 and had to spend a lot of time in society at court. He wrote more and more prose. He wrote a history of Peter the Great and a historical novel The Captain's Daughter. He kept asking the tsar to let him resign from his job and go to the country to spend his time writing. The tsar would not allow that. In 1837, Pushkin was killed in a duel. He had been forced to fight the duel in order to defend his wife's honour.

Pushkin’s achievements
The Russian language today would be very different if it had not been for Pushkin. Using the language as it was spoken by the people he made it into a language which was simple but which could also express deep feelings. His works were a great influence on later writers like Ivan Turgenev, Ivan Goncharov and Leo Tolstoy. Yevgeny Onegin was the first Russian novel which told a story about the society of the time. His works have been translated into all the major languages

(2.)
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Aleksandr-Sergeyevich-Pushkin

(3.)
https://www.notablebiographies.com/Pe-Pu/Pushkin-Aleksandr.html

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-08-2019, 09:03 AM

To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss

To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.

To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.

To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.

To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( Sonnet) ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Note:

Composed this morn from the seed of a poem fragment that was
written in 1977. I woke having dreamed of this lady. Searched,
found the old poem fragment and then went to composing.

LongTermGuy

12-08-2019, 08:50 PM

God Bless You Robert...providing a water-hole for my soul is a good thing...

**Thanks for what you do....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-09-2019, 06:53 AM

God Bless You Robert...providing a water-hole for my soul is a good thing...

**Thanks for what you do....
Thank you for the recognition my friend. Poetry is a passion of mine and I have been at it for many decades.
Writing became one of many addictions I had in my youth. Thankfully it was one that was good, had merit
and that I have been blessed to have kept alive.

Words, words, sometimes they fly out like graceful songbirds
With a swishing sway, truth in magnificent flight
Or trampling dust-clouds rising from predatory herds
They skulk from shadows lurking on Raven-clad nights.-- RJL

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-11-2019, 01:45 PM

I Know Some Of Life's Sorrows, Fate Decrees Everlasting

I saw seven dying newborn white horses
I stumbled upon seventeen darken courses
I ran through twenty-seven ancient burnt temples
I found love may be hard, even when life is simple.

I sat at thirty-seven broken wooden tables
I listen intently to forty-seven mystical fables
I kissed sweetly of fifty-seven kindhearted virgins
I sat in ocean fires with flaming tides surging.

I spoke sixty-seven times of my cravings
I cried out seventy-seven of my maddest ravings
I sang eighty-seven songs of death and devastation
I recall the best and worse of me without hesitations.

I wonder if hundred-seven years would be worth living
I think I need hundred twenty-seven years for forgiving
I beg for hundred thirty-seven days of deepest fasting
I know some of life's sorrows, Fate decrees everlasting.

R.J. Lindley, Sept 20th. 1976, December 11th, 2019
Rhyme, ( The Roads That Fate And Destiny Set Upon Us )
- Where the mystical shadow dances and blows.-

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Abbey Marie

12-11-2019, 05:14 PM

Robert, have you read the poetry of Mary Sarton? Particularly “Encore: A Journal of the Eightieth Year”? If not, check it out on Amazon; I think you would really enjoy it.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-11-2019, 07:10 PM

O' Destiny Why Did Thy Fatal Blow Come?

Within midnight's pallid moonlight
Glows that sad heart boldly demand
Memories of that fateful night
And loss of a true angel's hands
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?

Within her love, lay paradise
Sensual appetites and more
Kisses that did more than suffice
To leave me begging for much more
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?

Within this world, misery ebbs
Huge waves crash and massive tides turn
Like flies in hungry spider's web
Fate cries, victims get what they earn
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?

Within dreams reality denies
Dance nights that lovers truly miss
Beddings, and yellow moonlit skies
Before hearing snake's deadly hiss
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?

Within life that sorrows now infect
Love's past memories sustain
Briefest moments to this reflect
How I shall not kiss you again
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?

R.J. Lindley, April 12th 1977, December 11th, 2019
Romanticism/Rhyme, ( When Sorrows Flood Like A Swollen River )

Note: Another poem fragment completed today.
Perhaps this Christmas season I may be able to do many.
A blessing if that is gifted me.....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Abbey thank you for the information given in your post my friend.. I will check out that poet tomorrow.
It does seem to me that I've came across her name before..
During my past research on my famous female poets dedication series....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-15-2019, 06:51 PM

Simple Musings By A Southern Poet,
Part One

Lips of honey glisten like dew

does life listen when one begs

a drink, yes just a snort or two

until one can not feel their legs,

marvelous the smell of winter's breath

fireplace warmth, so snugly inside

yes, one can truly so fear death

then can find nowhere to hide,

Laugh at the futility of crying

when hope awaits praying words

of course great despair is not dying

when dawn glory awards sweet songbirds,

forest speaks in images soft cast

its true desires oft by man unknown

some did in their youth have a blast

my how swiftly Father Time has flown,

Long for treasures are oft forbidden

as are splinters from wooden shoes

horse that has never been ridden

and thus never knows mortal blues,

live to find beautiful lover true

with ample attributes so abundant

life and living, strangely up to you

tho' oft some days are redundant.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2019
Rhyme, Simple musings,
( Yes, I'd like another shot or two )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-16-2019, 08:23 AM

Simple Musings Of A Southern Poet,
Part Two, Tribute to my father

Born to stand proud, truly tall like a tree
world's demands, of which he did not agree
night and day when massive battles did rage
to a fault, unsung hero of his age

Born to walk paths, others so fear to tread
caring not for world, or its corrupted thread
with prayer, sincerity of true heart
love of life, divine wisdom to impart

Born to see, how faith relieved tormented souls
live life with honor, knowing its great tolls
watching dawn cast anew, its sweetest gifts
of divine blessings, healing that uplifts

Born to love, faith, family and dear friends
true to life and all that honor portends
saw death as just another waiting door
enter with true faith, find paradise shores.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-16-2019
Rhyme, Simple Musings of a Southern Man
Tribute to my father....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-16-2019, 04:35 PM

I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak

I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak
supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees
attempted to love just for loving's sake
drown myself in sorrow's of empty seas.

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I climbed mountains that rose forever
walked deserts and laughed at dying thirst
but in my Life I have sworn to never
beg for winter's harsh cold nor be the first!

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I have through paradise a time once trod
sat on its rainbow singing out of key
swore to truly love before man and God
angel that broke my chains to set me free

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I have lived within shadows that mourn
roped a bronc and stole many a girl
been between life and death wickedly torn
in battles victory's flags unfurled.

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2019
Rhyme, ( Giving Thanks For Poetry's Many Fine Blessings)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-27-2019, 12:04 PM

R. J. Lindley, Original version August 7th, 1974,
(edited lightly 12/27-2019 to correct to a uniform syllable count )
Ode, ( A Poetic Tribute To Greek Mythology, Nature, Romance And Dreams )

(1a Note: Ode- definition-

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ode

ode noun
\ 'od \
Definition of ode (Entry 1 of 2)
: a lyric poem usually marked by exaltation of feeling and style,
varying length of line, and complexity of stanza forms
example- Keats's ode "To a Nightingale"

(1 b)

ode noun: a poem in which a person expresses a strong feeling of love or respect for someone or something

(2.) Note:
My having been ill these last few days- I did not compose any new
poetry but did edit this one to present, as a poet must endeavor
to produce/create until .. that last breath and final door opens..

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Total number of syllables: 392
Total number of words::::: 274

Ode To Goddess Of Purest Romance And Sweetest Dreams

O' shimmering light, thy gleam so adores
stamped and born of hot heavenly fires,
as tidal waves splashing on pleading shores
beautiful song that this soul never tires,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

O' dancing maiden, of green forested glen
voice that truly entices and so allures,
temptress of broken and repentant men
gifting sweet mercy on fantasy tours,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

Mother earth, awards thy enchanting grace
beauty that no mortal breath ever took,
born as gift, that no other could replace
as an atonement from heart's purest nook,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

Aphrodite, gave wonderment of Love
in dawn's glory bathed thy soft countenance,
bequeathing thy charms from heavens above
as gifts and bounty of purest romance,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

Olympus, set dazzling blue in thy eyes
temptations sizzling from thy sexy lips,
with star-lighted twinkles from moonlit skies
greater than that of treasure laden ships,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

O' goddess send light to this darken soul
and divine manna to this famished heart,
for evil world has taken heavy toll
ripping needed fantasy dreams apart,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,

O' goddess thy dear words this soul redeems
just as thy soft touch, renews aching heart,
to utter solemn vows in midnight dreams
begging for more love thy kissing imparts,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face.

R. J. Lindley, Original version August 7th, 1974,
(edited lightly 12/27-2019 to correct to a uniform syllable count )
Ode, ( A Poetic Tribute To Greek Mythology, Nature, Romance And Dreams )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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12-28-2019, 12:50 PM

Her Eyes, Pools Of Promise Under Bright Stars

Her pillars of flame,mounds of firm delight
naked her beauty,wonderment at night
she a goddess,mankind truly desires
radiant heat,pleasures scorching fires
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her lips, tantalizing and rosy red
gift of passionate joy,in lovers bed
she a queen that offers hope to mankind
born of romance,a rare jewel to find
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her sexy charms,in glowing moonlit scenes
fantasies to bedeck a young man's dreams
she a vixen,sweet as honey and wine
a fruited dessert,ripe upon the vine
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her eyes,pools of promise under bright stars
Mankind's treasure,when her true love is ours!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-28- 2019
Rhyme, ( Dedication to Love , Romance And Women- A Blessing For Mankind )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Written for Nina's new contest......

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-29-2019, 07:58 AM

I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words

I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth
across oceans spanning earth's massive girth,
from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies
to mysterious realms others oft deny.

A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.

I have spun tapestries of golden words
sang ditties with most beautiful songbirds,
swam in wondrous lakes with waters crystal clear
all with impunity, without any fear.

A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.

I have prayed under giant black-oak trees
sincere solemn prayers upon bend'ed knees,
as a lost lover once blinded by my greed
sacrificing all, for this love to feed.

A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.

I have seen sights breathtaking to behold
heard dark ancient tales so wildly told,
with crestfallen despair, wrote life is not fair
begging for forgiveness, for love to share.

A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2019
Romanticism

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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12-29-2019, 12:36 PM

Poetic Whispering Of Dark, Calamitous Decrees

Alas! Such as dark, as need to atone
gashing curses of blackest dread,
cold in heartache as frozen stone,
is sad death of a love-life once bled!

Behold! Life once sailed forth all alone
with its shadows creeping behind,
my how- deep miseries hath grown,
into iron chains that so firmly bind!

Aghast! I enter brilliant light now shone
stand at eternity's first door,
where hath divine mercy now flown,
as I beg for forgiveness and much more!

Lo! Why cometh this low grievous tone
voiced in most damning decrees,
that black shall eat my dying bones,
as dark desires hath so well damned me!

R.J. Lindley, October 23rd, 1979
Rhyme, ( As Poe Once Within Midnight Dreams So Spoke To Me )
(Birthed As A Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 201

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-03-2020, 04:53 PM

Calm Waves On Peaceful Seas

Within Nature rests a rose scented breath
Its whispers a call against mortal death,
When brother sun it tempts to rise and shine
Sets dawn and morning light to this define,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.

Within vibrant beats of romantic heart
Gasping echoes, sounding true love starts,
By ones destined dream that often decrees
Giving up harvesting fruits from greedy trees,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.

Within man's earthen plight, oft treasures lay
Among the shadows of sun's dying day,
Begging love seeking souls to soon be found
And born to heart as free spirit unbound,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-3- 2020
Rhyme, ( As Life, Love and Living was meant to be )

Note:
Looking back upon life's glowing mirror,
it casting images that tender heart so craves,
aghast at many things now so clearer
and praying deep, that something remembered saves.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-09-2020, 09:06 AM

From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand

In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause
in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause,
seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears
thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear;
whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor cares
what sorrow one displays or how much heart one shares
for savage the measure world uses to reward
dying lover or a talented, humble bard.

On pages offering up their softest virgin whites
are invisible castles beyond mortal sights,
each one begging for its wailing walls to withstand
massive cannon shots or a victor's crushing hand!

Poets, be they young or old, should a full pen hold true
to life, as spilling of ink- its treasures accrues!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Why All We Think We See, May Be An Illusion )
( So Spoke The Raven, After Master Poe Demanded Silence )
Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words:::::120

Note:
Muse demanded I write this second poem on this first day
and it be dark. Raven agreed and Master Poe abstained.
Paper sang a blackened tune and pen danced a raging jig
as evil clouds rumbled while gathering in the far west
echoes drifted through broken window, and Hades jingled
a billion unbreakable chains. A older and wiser poet yielded
to avoid the usual headaches and aching pains!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-12-2020, 11:12 AM

A Rainbow Sings

Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late

Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces

A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow

Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014
Rhyme

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-16-2020, 03:08 PM

(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays emitted by our reddish flame sun
wherein single feather may weigh a billion tons
lay boiling cauldrons of spittle and greedy lust
built upon sad foundations of mankind's dying dust!

Immune from wailing tears that victims so oft shed
and many choked valleys of warriors slow bled
storing loud echoes that darkness holds very dear
are battalions that spreadeth greatest mortal fear
joined in deep agonies with Life and Fated Time
destruction across every place and clime!

Alas! As terror brings woes to humanity
for its wicked deeds, and arrogant vanity
as an unmerciful world, tentacles wide spread
from birth of human flesh until stone-cold and dead
and beneath blue sky and mother earth left to rot
forever gone, dear life, love, and all man has got!

Within coils are lost souls in spinning black abyss,
Doomed to feel that bite and hear serpent's wicked hiss!

R.J. Lindley, July 26th-1990
Dark Rhyme, ( Are Mortals Doomed To This World Stay Blinded And Lost )
( Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe )
References,
Edgar Allen Poe, Two of his most recognizable works
(1.) The Fall of The House of Usher and -,
(2.) Raven - (NOT MENTIONED DIRECTLY, BUT IN SPIRIT GHOSTED)...

(2.B)

Always In Search Of Echoes, Rarely Ever Heard

In silence, I seek deep solitude of my pain
as reclusive ghost drowning in slow flushing drain
spiraling in abyss that destroys precious life
bleeding torrents cut by humanity's sharp knife
suspended above darkness, nothingness below
macabre imagery of late night horror show.

Waking as black-forest burns its long wailing trees
strange image of a sad ghost cut off at its knees
knowing this charade is just a poor poet's dream
fantasy born to hear some more low silent screams
pleading to stop that loud watery, rushing sound
just another victim, not completely hell bound.

In silence, heartbroken among life's dying herd.
Always in search of echoes, rarely ever heard.

R.J. Lindley, June 22nd, 1990
Dark sonnet, ( Well Beyond Midnight's Long Silent Parades )

Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words::::::110

Note:
*This welcome from beyond midnight's hazy halo
*Journey into the Dark, few rarely ever go
*An imaginative rendering by a muse
*One given in a way, I could never refuse.

ADDITIONAL NOTE-
Each poem has over the years been edited several times,
including today, making four edits first poem and three
edits on the second poem.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-21-2020, 11:27 AM

When Swift, Bird of Hermes, Its Last Flight Takes--

(1.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes
Hermes
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Hermes
Boundaries, roads and travelers, commerce, thieves, athletes, shepherds. Psychopomp and divine messenger.
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Hermes Ingenui (Vatican Museums), Roman copy of the 2nd century BC after a Greek original of the 5th century BC. Hermes wears kerykeion, kithara, petasus (round hat), traveler's cloak and winged temples.
Abode Mount Olympus
Symbol Talaria, caduceus, tortoise, lyre, rooster, Petasos (Winged helmet)
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Parents Zeus and Maia
Siblings Aeacus, Angelos, Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses, the Moirai
Consort Merope, Aphrodite, Dryope, Peitho
Children Pan, Hermaphroditus, Abderus, Autolycus, Eudorus, Angelia, Myrtilus
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Roman equivalent Mercury
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Egyptian equivalent Thoth, Anubis
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Hermes (/'h??rmi?z/; Greek: ?ρμ?ς) is a deity in Ancient Greek religion and mythology. Hermes is considered the god of boundaries, as well as the transgression of boundaries.

Hermes is believed to move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, and act as the psychopomp, or conductor of souls, into the afterlife.[1] He was also viewed as the protector and patron of roads and travelers,[2] as well as merchants, messengers, sailors, athletes, herdsmen, and thieves.[3]

In myth, Hermes was the emissary and messenger of the gods,[4] often considered the son of Zeus and the Pleiad Maia. Hermes was also described as "the divine trickster"[5]. His attributes and symbols include the herma, the rooster, the tortoise, satchel or pouch, winged sandals, and winged cap. His main symbol is the Greek kerykeion or Latin caduceus, which appears in a form of two snakes wrapped around a winged staff with carvings of the other gods.[6] Other symbols of Hermes included the palm tree, turtle, rooster, goat, the number four, several kinds of fish, and incense.[7]

In Latin, Hermes was known as Mercury,[8] and his attributes had previously influenced the earlier Etruscan god Turms, a name borrowed from the Greek "herma".[9]

Contents
1 Name and origin
2 Iconography
3 Functions
3.1 As a chthonic and fertility god
3.2 As a god of boundaries
3.3 As a messenger god
3.4 As a shepherd god
4 Historical and literary sources
4.1 In the Mycenaean period
4.2 In the Archaic period
4.3 In the Classical period
4.4 In the Hellenistic period
4.5 In the Roman period
4.6 In the Middle Ages
4.7 Temples
4.8 Festivals
5 Epithets
5.1 Atlantiades
5.2 Kriophoros
5.3 Argeiphontes
5.4 Messenger and guide
5.5 Trade
5.6 Dolios
5.7 Thief
5.8 Additional
6 Mythology
6.1 Early Greek sources
6.2 Hellenistic Greek sources
6.3 Lovers and children
6.4 Genealogy
7 In Jungian psychology
8 Hermes in popular culture
9 See also
10 Notes
11 References
12 Further reading
13 External links
Name and origin
The earliest form of the name Hermes is the Mycenaean Greek *hermahas,[10] written ?????? e-ma-a2 (e-ma-ha) in the Linear B syllabic script.[11] Most scholars derive "Hermes" from Greek ?ρμα herma,[12] "prop,[13] heap of stones, boundary marker", from which the word hermai ("boundary markers dedicated to Hermes as a god of travelers") also derives.[14]

The etymology of ?ρμα itself is unknown, but is probably not a Proto-Indo-European word.[10] R. S. P. Beekes rejects the connection with herma and suggests a Pre-Greek origin.[10] However, the stone etymology is also linked to Indo-European *ser- (“to bind, put together”). Scholarly speculation that "Hermes" derives from a more primitive form meaning "one cairn" is disputed.[15] Other scholars have suggested that Hermes may be a cognate of the Vedic Sarama.[16][17]

It is likely that Hermes is a pre-Hellenic god, though the exact origins of his worship, and its original nature, remain unclear. Frothingham thought the god to have existed as a Mesopotamian snake-god, similar or identical to Ningishzida, a god who served as mediator between humans and the divine, especially Ishtar, and who was depicted in art as a Caduceus.[18][19] Angelo (1997) thinks Hermes to be based on the Thoth archetype.[20] The absorbing ("combining") of the attributes of Hermes to Thoth developed after the time of Homer amongst Greeks and Romans; Herodotus was the first to identify the Greek god with the Egyptian (Hermopolis), Plutarch and Diodorus also, although Plato thought the gods to be dis-similar (Friedlander 1992).[21][22]

His cult was established in Greece in remote regions, likely making him originally a god of nature, farmers, and shepherds. It is also possible that since the beginning he has been a deity with shamanic attributes linked to divination, reconciliation, magic, sacrifices, and initiation and contact with other planes of existence, a role of mediator between the worlds of the visible and invisible.[23] According to a theory that has received considerable scholarly acceptance, Hermes originated as a form of the god Pan, who has been identified as a reflex of the Proto-Indo-European pastoral god *Péh2uson,[24][25] in his aspect as the god of boundary markers. Later, the epithet supplanted the original name itself and Hermes took over the roles as god of messengers, travelers, and boundaries, which had originally belonged to Pan, while Pan himself continued to be venerated by his original name in his more rustic aspect as the god of the wild in the relatively isolated mountainous region of Arcadia. In later myths, after the cult of Pan was reintroduced to Attica, Pan was said to be Hermes's son.[25][26]

Iconography

Archaic bearded Hermes from a herm, early 5th century BC.

Statue of Hermes wearing the petasos, a voyager's cloak, the caduceus and a purse. Roman copy after a Greek original (Vatican Museums).
The image of Hermes evolved and varied along with Greek art and culture. In Archaic Greece he was usually depicted as a mature man, bearded, and dressed as a traveler, herald, or pastor. This image remained common on the Hermai, which served as boundary markers, roadside markers, and grave markers, as well as votive offerings.

In Classical and Hellenistic Greece, Hermes was usually depicted as a young, athletic man lacking a beard. When represented as Logios (Greek: Λ?γιος, speaker), his attitude is consistent with the attribute. Phidias left a statue of a famous Hermes Logios and Praxiteles another, also well known, showing him with the baby Dionysus in his arms.

At all times, however, through the Hellenistic periods, Roman, and throughout Western history into the present day, several of his characteristic objects are present as identification, but not always all together.[27][28] Among these objects is a wide-brimmed hat, the petasos, widely used by rural people of antiquity to protect themselves from the sun, and that in later times was adorned with a pair of small wings; sometimes this hat is not present, and may have been replaced with wings rising from the hair.

Another object is the caduceus, a staff with two intertwined snakes, sometimes crowned with a pair of wings and a sphere.[29] The caduceus, historically, appeared with Hermes, and is documented among the Babylonians from about 3500 BC. Two snakes coiled around a staff was also a symbol of the god Ningishzida, who, like Hermes, served as a mediator between humans and the divine (specifically, the goddess Ishtar or the supreme Ningirsu). In Greece, other gods have been depicted holding a caduceus, but it was mainly associated with Hermes. It was said to have the power to make people fall asleep or wake up, and also made peace between litigants, and is a visible sign of his authority, being used as a sceptre.[27] The caduceus is not to be confused with the Rod of Asclepius, the patron of medicine and son of Apollo, which bears only one snake. The rod of Asclepius was adopted by most Western doctors as a badge of their profession, but in several medical organizations of the United States, the caduceus took its place since the 18th century, although this use is declining. After the Renaissance the caduceus also appeared in the heraldic crests of several, and currently is a symbol of commerce.[27]

Hermes' sandals, called pédila by the Greeks and talaria by the Romans, were made of palm and myrtle branches but were described as beautiful, golden and immortal, made a sublime art, able to take the roads with the speed of wind. Originally, they had no wings, but late in the artistic representations, they are depicted. In certain images, the wings spring directly from the ankles. Hermes has also been depicted with a purse or a bag in his hands, wearing a robe or cloak, which had the power to confer invisibility. His weapon was a sword of gold, which killed Argos; lent to Perseus to kill Medusa.[27]

(1.)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes

(2.)https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Hermes.html
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When Swift, "Bird of Hermes", Its Last Flight Takes

When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.

Into earthen world, flashing flaming wings
from behind echoes of thunder and light
as unto death its silent cries may bring
truth in Time's abyss, of past days and nights.

Fleet and airy such journey to and fro
as divine messenger delivers words
from Olympus covered in purest snow
down to mankind in its sad teeming herds.

And of such, does man ever truly see
divine beauty of Nature's true worth
far more than bounty of all seven seas
tis' abundance of life strewn across earth.

When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.

Of the "Bird of Hermes", some disbelieve
yet some poets may feel its midnight flight
especially so midnight of New Years Eve
within hopes and dreams given bird's first sight.

Did not such dead gods mirror soul of man
complete with its greed and many dark lusts
and creation of this world, its long span
that ends with our bodies turning to dust?

Shall we not listen to message as sent
yet still struggle in dark, epic strains
as we ignore what such tales truly meant
truth is hidden within man's failing brain.

Does modern science our souls ever save
or technology everything explain
do we know what lies beyond mortal grave
or if part of us on this earth remains?

When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.

Robert J. Lindley, March 7 2019/ January 21- 2020
Hermes, Greek Mythology,
(A Vision Through Midnight Realms Once Seen)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-01-2020, 10:34 AM

In Tune With Nature, Native American Blood And Wisdom

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.

Febuary 01,2020
For Greg Barden's
Arbitrium Divisa 7 Contest

Excerpt taken from my poem
" Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow "
April 22nd, 1978

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-08-2020, 09:40 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables:288
Total # Words::::216

A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl

Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows
world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows
walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit,
setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet,
many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad
writing to give, wonderful blessing to be had,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.

Poets may cry and even dare to moan out loud
for what is Truth's worth, if not something to be proud,
or Light and Love, if not set by divine decree,
sweet and gifted treasures gifted to you and me,
wonderment in living and our writings once done
hope given, that man stops stealing by war and gun,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.

Poets may sing, even if sad and out of tune
with words cast a'plenty, even if thought a loon
bold warriors, with bright shield and a well inked war sword,
defiant- standing against, world's marauding horde,
yet neither as savior nor as a blessed saint
maybe a wizard if great beauty one can paint,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-13-2020, 11:19 AM

As Blacken Monsters Paint Themselves As Glowing White,
Dedicated to, Ghost Writer

As darkness wields its deep slashing demonic blades,
sanity seems to be malignant tour de force,
corruption flows along hiding in wicked shades
as malicious malady on a tragic course!

One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.

As evil dances in its guises and parades
slicing innocent hearts to laugh and watch them bleed,
from black abyss, spring such malevolent charades
beastly feedings to sate arrogant selfish needs!

One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.

As blacken monsters paint themselves as glowing white
and too many simply refuse to this farce see,
do we flee, abandon others to hidden blight
does land race away from the waves of crashing sea?

One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.

As life, its beauty, its sweet treasures offer up
and our deepest hope and dear dreams are ours to keep,
dare we in defiance, from adversity sup
or silently yield to darkness, too scared to sleep?

One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2020
Rhyme, Dedication poem
( A Poetic Answer To Greg Barden's Poem, ("Ghost Writer")

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-22-2020, 04:11 PM

O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven for the goose!

Fancy fantasy, a cavorting pickle
ending hour meets, death's sharpened sickle
Shall worthless gain prevent an ending Fate
or rabid desserts of dark justice sate
Nay! true costs not allayed by clever wit
nor decreed banishment to blackest pit!

O' Cenobite, dar'est thy soul await
cheering crowds and entry at Heaven's gate
Are we all not deep fallen and sinner born
within life often mistakenly torn
Aye! such is the state of darkened din
as man in arrogance wallows in sin!

Lo! Cover never comes by facile deeds
or weeds grown by Paphlagonian seed
Dar'est thee by such acts serve a just God
as upon such accursed roads yet trod
Nay! Seek not garb of Prevaricator
none so damn damned reach paradise shore!

Seek not those false gems of Reprobation
for such goal gifts divine condemnation
Should thee seek wealth of a Rhadomancer
instead comes reward of a dying cancer
Aye! Hands of Fate and Justice sometimes meld
into grasp of misery firmly held!

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven for the goose!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-22-2020
Rhyme,
( Dark World Curses Deceptive Road So Oft Traveled )

Notes:
(1.)Cenobite- ce·no·bite /ˈsenəˌbīt/ nouna member of a monastic community.
(2.)Prevaricator- noun. a person who speaks falsely;
(3.)Paphlagonian man," a reference to an ancient region along the Black Sea
that was "rugged and mountainous with dense forests." Dressed in homespun cloth,
"a more simple and natural man it would be hard to find," Thoreau wrote.
"These French Canadian of the woods are half-wild folk": wilderness, whiteness,
and work in North America, 1840-1955
(4.) Reprobation- noun- disapproval, condemnation, or censure.
rejection. Theology. rejection by God, as of persons excluded from the number
of the elect or from salvation
(5.) Rhadomancer- noun. One who uses a divining-rod in prospecting for precious
metals in the pocket of a fool.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-24-2020, 10:34 PM

Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Using syllogism as a vituperation of feigned intellect
and as a tutelar shield of humility's penitent remorse
it courts hypocrisy as siren's call of beauty select,
to claim unyielding progress upon an Elysium course
as a wizard of unerring wisdom and not one of neglect!
Stealth, Facilis descensu Averni, as a liquefied shield
and a Hydra guise as foreordination of divine might
claiming Ichor flows within a brave heart that never yields,
lives in an impenitence state, as guards against truest light
as Frankalmoigne 's holy grip over heaven's flowering fields!

Such a worthy magnificent truth, as bears repeating:
a discourse on frailty and weakness of dark, fallen souls
as canon of doctrine on those that seek truth's defeating
while proclaiming angelic shine to reach such wicked goals
they that garner blinded praise, while devilishly cheating

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries.
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2020,
Allusion,
( What The Owl Knew Of The Hidden Dark Within Mankind's Blinded Souls )

Note: This is the final poem in the five part series...
Whether the future presents itself as generator of
inspiration to ink along these lines is yet again to
be determined. If so:
Then ink shall fly,
do not ask why
for life is brief
rude acts must cease
those with no shame

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-27-2020, 07:02 AM

Walk Slowly, Tread Lightly, Voice Kindly, Hold Tightly

Walk slowly, Life with its deep mysteries awaits;
For within the moment Time breathes and dies
Spur gently, racing horses begging passion's gate
To bring Love from those towering blue skies-
Walk slowly.

Tread lightly, on daydreams that magnify desires;
Some are foolish, not ever meant to be
Step lively, into romance before it expires
As Love's joy, sets sails upon open seas-
Tread lightly.

Voice kindly, words that in gratitude issue praise;
For it is true tenderness so rewards
Give freely, heart's glow, its magnificence raise
To ones depths that life and honor safeguards-
Voice kindly.

Hold tightly, greater fortitude that courage brings;
As are cast rare gems of sweetest delight
See clearly, life's beauty and Nature's offerings
for such are gifts that prove life is alright-
Hold tightly.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2020
Rhyme, ( Beneath The Starry Skies, Looking Into Infinity )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-29-2020, 10:19 AM

Notes::
(1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Sonnet, ( When Truth And Candor Are Called For )
Modern politics reveal the blackest of deceptions
and arrogant deceit... a critical assessment...

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(2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Rhyme, ( Plunder Depths That Life Too Oft Denies )

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(1.)

A Poet's Heart Speaking On One Current Politician's Game

From the abyss wearing robes of silver and white
shots fired hit and miss underneath sly pale moonlight
shadow-man, dancer in his own one man parade
illustrious actor of scenes very well played
self-appointed guard of illusory born flames
Jekyll and Hyde, ghost of dark veiled games.
Offering panacea, hope some may believe
master of the Three Card Monty, born to deceive
orator salivating charm and lying praise
devious trickster, painter of sordid malaise
words from a jackal mouthing malicious deceit
remorseless scammer, setting innocence's defeat!

Demonic liar, politician through and through
that boisterous showman, scamming both me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Sonnet, ( When Truth And Candor Are Called For )
Modern politics reveal the blackest of deceptions
and arrogant deceit... a critical assessment...

~~ ~~ ~~
(2.)

From Wind In The Willows, To Shine From Stars Above

For all we are, and all we strive to be
tho' we in haste cross the bar, do we see
serenity, that which our hearts yet yearns
infinity- Time's eternal wheel turns
paradox, we see, we touch, and we feel
slaves in a box, each haggard breath we steal!

Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!

For all we are, does not Life its flow set
tho' we in haste cross the bar, yet we bet
more than we now hold, such a crying shame
soul man's, too oft sold, as if sordid game
a stumble, a path blinding one and all
accursed mumbles, groans down empty halls!

Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!

For all we are, can we ever this know
tho' we in haste cross the bar, ill wind blows
as our journeys wind through treacherous paths
we face evil and darkness's many wraths
calamities, daggers cutting in deep
realities, we are but lambs that sleep!

Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Rhyme, ( Plundering Depths That Life Too Oft Denies )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Decided to do a bit of writing yesterday...
Had a couple of fragments in my head and sat to flesh each one out.....
Sometimes, it is deeply satisfying to empty onto blank page and
plow words until a crop appears.... --Tyr

edit- a note-
The first poem the word used was politician- yet it is about another poet at my home poetry site- not a real politician.-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-05-2020, 08:52 AM

Honoring Master Poe, Darkened Verses That Saddest Of Truths Reveals

The infinite black, oozing forth a most unholy and unmerciful dread
with infinite sad cries from those once innocent and long since dead
Only evil, and its many platoons of shadowy, and most ravenous beasts
can forage about for far more victims on which to torment and then feast
As this world, in its accursed and wicked wars can so many millions destroy
by nefarious means, even using greatest beauty- as it did with Helen of Troy!

From within deep bowels of earth up rise murderous legions of savage doom
man striving for eternity, but always meets evil and an unwelcoming tomb
Yet within Spring's Hope, man's sweetest of dreams, promising much more
always thought, Time for pleasures, treasures and gold, that one final score
Yet folly reigns, therein lies thunderous and those all powerful hands of Fate
where heard are sounds of Fated dread, words- "too late, just too damn late"!

The infinite black, cruising the land- to destroy and to be bloody well fed
with infinite resources, and victories from battles gushing bloody reds
With wailing cries from those seeking promise of Love and much longer Life
comes deepest of sorrows born from war- pillaging and world gifted strife
For within each breast lies a hiding beast, always ready to maim and kill
with Lusts to Feast upon those innocent victims, for its wickedly sated thrills!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2020
Rhyme, ( On Reality, Dark Truth And Humanity's Endless Lusts And Greed )

Note:

Celebrating being exactly 66 years young today, I decided to honor
my favorite of all great poets, Edgar Allan Poe. Thus a very dark
poem was called for and one that speaks of modern times and reality
of this truly dark and evil world that we ALL must journey through
on the way to our predestined and most unfortunate, untimely end...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-08-2020, 02:45 PM

Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.

Why poems are more than just paper ink stained
they are truth, often from those painting, deep pained
they are treasures, from those with braver hearts
or valiant cast dreams from across star charts,
a warrior, singing of courageous deeds
or farmer, planting hope and true word seeds
a sailor, sailing through turbulent storms
a paper kids sitting in college dorms.

Why poems are gifts that the reader rewards
they are aces in life's hands of living cards
with wins that can benefit one and all
or valiant words sent to answer a call,
a lost soul, asking for some great relief
or sinner unburdening darkest grief
a lover, horribly lost in a maze
a phoenix rising from hot, fiery haze.

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.

Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 2000
edited, July 13th, 2006,
March 7th, 2020
Note: We write because we must, we write because we should,
we write because to not write is a heartache, we write to unburden
our souls, we write to give to others, we write to record we existed,
we write to say we are imperfect, we are loved, we are forgiven, we
are hopeful, we are dreamers, we are artists, we are painters, we
are craftsmen, we are fighters, we are lost, we are found and we care
about more than just ourselves, etc..etc...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-20-2020, 05:49 AM

In This Time Of Looming Dark, Look To The True Light

World is dark and racing fast into hell
grab a coin, toss it in a wishing well
have some faith that our Father sees and hears
sad voices crying out in deeper fear
and will always with Love do what is right
be it light of day or darkest of night.

Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.

World now seems to spin so out of control
now fear seeks room within our weeping souls
future is uncertain and outlook grim
yet one must have faith in Light and in Him
for purest Love that gives and never fails
even if calm has now gone off the rails.

Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.

World has in the past looming dark beheld
mankind has too oft catastrophe spelled
yet survived to go on to live and strive
so thank God we are here and still alive
living, breathing and asking all the more
for divine hands to save us, we implore.

Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20- 2020
Rhyme, ( When Faith And Hope Are The Keys To Sanity )

Note:
Friends, the refrain in this new poem came to me while
I was writing the start of a new poem for my,
"Lesser Known Poets Series. I immediately wrote it down
and stopped writing the new poem for the Series.
I decided to write this poem to address the uncertainty
and immense fear that is so very prevalent in our world.
And give the message that as grim as it may seem now,
our loving Father will not abandon us! Have faith and know
no power in this universe supersedes that of Father, Son
and Holy Spirit, the Trinity.
May God bless and comfort you, one and all..

Poem Of The Week
March 22, 2020

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-23-2020, 04:03 AM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-10-2020, 06:19 AM

When Light Penetrates The Fog Of Fear And Darkness

When Light through the keyhole penetrates the malaise
And within that moment your soul gives sincere praise
For that divine gift that Life's sweet promise resets
Earth's clock to those times before this darkness beset
Know Truth and eternal Light never mankind fails
To conquer anything issued from pits of Hell.

Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.

When Light through the keyhole penetrates blackest Dark
And waking soul finds that Life is not just a lark
Path is made to from within the black walk away
Leave blinded fold and in earnest begin to pray.
World parades its great evils as the one true way
And sets foundation for man's greed to hold deepest sway.

Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.

When Light through the keyhole penetrates our sorrows
And we feel true fright and fear for our tomorrows
Truth reveals Light banishes that deep wicked fear
As echoes of paradise draws ever more near
Know eternal Light, Truth and Time is on our side
In that promise, certainty of man's saving tides.

Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2020
Rhyme, ( When Eyes Are Opened To The Blessings Of True Light )

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Note: This is a revamping of an older poem.
One written four decades ago when I was a
mere twenty-six years old and then faced
a time of darkest dark in my life. I have
revamped it to modern times to address
this dark plague that the world faces now
and to yet again point out that the eternal
truth that mankind has a great purpose
than our time here on earth is a mere blink
of the eye. And nothing, nothing, nothing
can ever even come close to defeating that
our fated destiny.
Death and Darkness are only temporary,
while Light and Divine Promise is Eternal.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-11-2020, 07:29 AM

Quote:
“Youth has no age.” – Pablo Picasso

As She Found A Way To Dearest Life Meet

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.

As she rose, morn gave call
Her bare toes, long cold hall
So alive, Love asking more
Born to thrive, sumptuous score.

As her heart, beat in time
Day's start, her life sublime
Never late, Light's softest gleam
True her Fate, passion her dream.

As she sang, soul did rise
Music rang, no surprise
Red sun came, its glow so sweet
Love no game, its truth she greets.

As she knew, eyes were bright
Her Love grew, hours of night
When sleep came, Love its gifts gave
Sought no fame, his Love did save.

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2020
Rhyme, ( Basking Within The Light Of Truth And Love )

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Total # Words::: 144

Note-
First stanza of this poem came to me
in a dream last night. I woke 1:42 am,
got up and jotted it down, then rose this morn
at 5:30 am to start to compose the rest of it.
I recall writing poems in the 6677 syllable form
back in 1972. Maybe a dozen or more poems.
Those poems were stolen and burned in 1975.
So this is a rebirth of a youthful foray into creating
a new form to play in.....
And yes, the "she" in the poem was a real person
that I once knew and once so truly and deeply loved...
Hope you may enjoy reading this new piece..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-17-2020, 08:58 AM

As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late
Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued,
are there two new poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,
James Thomson inspired by his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late

Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.

She hurt, gone, life's truth that can never again be
blissful passions that burn swellings of singing seas
came aches, dreams lost, epic fluttering- heart's desires
broken sight of that ring, within massively raging fires
ghastly renderings of shattered hopes, faith without any gains
relentless moaning throughout night's aching and torturous pains!

Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.

She found, old castle fallen down, in sad decay
remembering youth a'callin', knelt she to pray
amidst ruins that rumbled fiery flames in her soul
to consume shattered disappointments of life wearily droll
there within that moment, trepidation fanned sorrow's flames
with trembling lips, she cried, "All this, my weeping heart truly blames"!

Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.

She knew, never more would sweetest of touch she feel
fiery embers that from loving heart none can steal
nights of love, ecstasy that seals desire's great need
and from that epic dying of love's loss, she never be freed
gasping as morbid thoughts delivered knowledge of Life and Fate
as that dawning hour, in her journey she knew she was too late!

Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020
Narrative (sad romance), ( The Agony Of True Love Lost And Its Truly Unbearable Pains )

Quote:
(“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets
wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never
come back to you.”) ? Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise )

Note:
Epic Loss and Dark are not always wed
nor the calamity of dreaded dreads
as spinning world churns its wicked abyss
deepest of hurts is that true love we miss. (RJL- 1977)

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(2.)

Breaking, Those Invisible Chains Once Holding Me

waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains

wandering earthbound
pondering no sound
ghosting through life, as tormented lost soul
ripped heart begging, come please fill this hole

waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains

cascading earthbound
evading profound
fallen, into spirals of black despair
tipped into blackness of its darken lair

waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains

defending earthbound
pretending sane-bound
waking to gasps from life's abundant glee
breaking, invisible chains holding me

waiting, until light destroys dark remains,
victor, claiming new joyous treasured gains

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020
Rhyme, ( Life, Hope And What Was So Fated To Be )
from- "a hard look back into speeding abyss of time"...

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-27-2020, 07:38 AM

Master Poe Swore With Raven He Had No More Ties, Dark doubles, Poe Tribute
Poet's Notes(Hide)

Notes:
Poem (1.)- Stats

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gift Of Raven And Master Poe )

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Total # Words:::::275

Poem (2.) - Stats

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gift of Raven And Master Poe )

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( Dark Doubles Tribute To Poetic Those Gifts Given By Raven And Master Poe )

(1.)

Under Bright Bloody-Red Midnight Moon, Raven Plays

Yes, those horrific screams, came from below
those frosty chills, born from eerie glow
echoes bouncing off tall bloody-red walls
terror and fear from Raven's midnight calls!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Yes, agony and pain, a wafting tune
innocent souls weep, gasping ladies swoon
for the beast can any image assume
and savage with sharp claws all in its doom!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Yes, your turn may come about very soon
souls must die under this accursed moon
while just beneath, under graves freshly dug
devilish imps give victims wicked hugs!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Yes, night skies rain down sorrows and deep woes
they can not fight minus their feet and toes
within blackest wails, demon songs are sung
from swirling walls, blood-dripping heads are hung!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Yes, from life's descent into dark abyss
from love's romantic touch to serpent's kiss
many woke to nightmare in brightest red
no longer alive and yet not quite dead!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Yes, only dawn's light can this evil stop
for on this night Raven's sweet hell did drop
Raven hates all that its ghost decries
for its touch falls from night's angry black skies!

Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gifts Of Raven And Master Poe )

(2.)

Master Poe Swore With Raven He Had No More Ties

Iron chains loud rattling and cell door rusted shut
weakened soul, prayed food for his swollen, aching gut
decades had slowly flown by, Time had there oft stopped
Fate into hellish pit had his torn body dropped!

With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!

In absolute dark, in tiny cell he was chained
full of remorse, sad regret that had his life stained
begging to be freed to die a true and just death
each and every hour praying for his last short breath!

With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!

Sounds from far above and echoes of Raven's shrieks
Master Poe heard evil curses as Raven speaks
knew Raven was torturing more innocent souls
in black castles evil midnight bells rang out tolls!

With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!

From deeper within, chorus of laughter and glee
chained there were those so happily too blind to see
waiting on bounty promised from Raven's great lies
born from lustful dreams those chained forever deny!

With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!

As Poe wept, sweet soft voice he from a bright light heard
telling him, his last breath would come from his true words
and that new found peace in his new and well lit heart
would hold He and his foe's dark's deeds so far apart!

With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gifts of Raven And Master Poe )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

I wrote a very positive poem full of life, light and optimism. Still
in the process of editing it to present on my home poetry site.
Had to give balance by composing a dark piece- And Edgar Allan Poe
instantly came to mind. And so did the idea of making it a bit harder
task by doing doubles with both poems matching- equal numbers..

Poem (1.)
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Total # Words::::275

Poem (2.)
Total # Syllables:360
Total # Words::::275

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-28-2020, 08:31 AM

In His Longings, She Goddess Truly Born

In his castle built of sharp jagged rocks
alone, so far from Life's usual shocks
with a faithful guard dog, his only friend
he left world's fantasy, all it pretends!

In his own realm, devoid of Life's sad pains
atop a mountain, always seeking gain
he sees Nature's grand beauty and much more
across mythical seas, touching Love's shores!

In his true heart, he hears her as she calls
and every time again in Love he falls
sweetest musical notes, her voice, that tune
they dancing there under soft glowing moon!

In his longings, she goddess truly born
sent to give relief, from Life once forlorn
their each and every kiss a treasure stored
pure joy, away from world's dark angry horde!

In his bliss, prays this world never invades
with its pomp, vanities and sad parades
for he knows his greatest dream has came true
have faith, for such can one day come to you!

In his castle built of sharp jagged rocks
alone, so far from Life's usual shocks
with a faithful guard dog, his only friend
he left world's fantasy, all it pretends!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2020
Rhyme,
(Gift from dreams, that may a heart, so soothe and appease)
Page from a true dreamer's thought- "which is the true reality"?

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Note- 4/28/2020
Born from a most beautiful and vivid dream I had last night,
this memory of her beauty, her sweet voice and all she said
and from basking in that warm glow until this morn I woke
as dawn's rooster crows rang so very clearly to bellow out,
"Wake, for reality we now and will always invoke."

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-05-2020, 10:11 AM

At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon

Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!

Fire had burned its music, lowered its bright flashing flames
solemn was that moment, as again heard- this Life is no game
for despite this beauty, luminous glows of this-- God's design
echoing words reminding, all this cries- all is a sent sign
and Life is its purpose, Love is truly its greatest treasure
by Light of truth and wisdom, man may find his true measure
and far off, an owl hoots and midnight sounds play a fair tune
blessed marvelous revelation, that summer night in June!

Gentle winds a'blowin', such paradise I pray more may find
great knowing, in giving and receiving- Love is truly kind
before sleeping, time to again look deep into Heaven's glow
hold joy and pleasure as Nature's blessed magnificence shows
man the pilgrim, earth the spinning realm, death the dark slayer
ships are slow sailing, seas are rolling, we are but mere players
waves tossing to and fro, Light is shining with God at the helm
we'll be alright, if we let not world's wicked ways overwhelm!

Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!

Robert J.Lindley, posted- 5-05-2020
Rhyme, ( Memories of Youth, of Life and of Nature sent Revelations )

Note: 5-5-2020
Composed from memory of a most blessed night spent in my youth.
A new composing of a poem I wrote that it now seems centuries ago.
Tho' the original was stolen and burned--I remembered enough of it
to set this piece. That morn, I rose as a new man. No longer as
blinded as was my previous state. Still far from perfect but at least
able to stumble a bit less. Now I can see better and know Life gives
and it certainly and grievously takes. Yet when feeling low, feeling
down in the blues, a day and night in/with Nature will give a true
and dedicated seeker signs and all those divinely crafted and Nature
sent clues. Life is what you choose to make it. So choose wisely.
I may be mistaken, but I believe the original was a far better piece. -RJL

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-11-2020, 09:47 PM

The Nightmare And The Chaos Raven Sent Into Poe's Poetic World

Waking into delusions of long dead rainbows and slow dying clouds
hard fallen mountains, enchanted winds and long black veiled shrouds
echoes of vanity, time that spawned whimpers of daring deceits
ice castles in deserts of despair, stone sandals on thorny bled feet.

Wherein lies fantasy, audacity of damnation and epic defeat
spilled blood and prophecy by ghosts of favors that lie to cheat
weeping dawns, roosters whispering beyond midnight cuts and cries
O' graveyard shadow, why beg to dance below saddened moonlit skies?

Days gasping into rivers of destruction and great clawed beasts
sunsets eating into valleys hiding banquets of fresh blood feasts
Alas! Shall ever those accursed verses of Poe this lost soul feel
or horror from agonizing loss as Love from heart burns to steal?

Pregnant pause, shrieks of arrogance and golden follies of mankind
circles of smoke and eternity within galaxies of devilish minds
ancient such wanderings into forbidden realms and Raven's abode
seas of lonely and the travesties of stories never to be told!

Waking into delusions of dead rainbows and slow dying clouds
Wherein lies fantasy, audacity of damnation and epic defeat
Days gasping into rivers of destruction and great clawed beasts
Pregnant pause, shrieks of arrogance and golden follies of mankind!

R.J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme, Nov-3rd 1974
(Tribute To Poe And His Many Magnificent Dark Poems )
Beyond the curve of Time, Space and Lost Horizon

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-12-2020, 12:02 PM

Poetic Verses Cast On Angel Of My First True Love

Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.

Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.

Red thorns set to bar her, from nights purely mellow
I her blinded witness, she a rose gleaming bright yellow
we stranded seekers, ignorant of life, its great dangers
lost in cavernous echoes, attended by ghostly strangers.

Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.

Hope fleeing as wherein her path broken rainbows fell
she innocent victim of Life, its many vicious hells
joining in her journey, a boy dying to be truly free
vows yet unspoken, twixt her soul and heart within me!

Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.

Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.

Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.

R.J. Lindley, July 22nd, 1975', 1st edited May 7th, 2020
2nd edit- May 12th, 2020.
Sad Rhyme, ( Under The Blanket Of Memory, Hurt, Pain And Loss )

Note (1.) : "marrows"

mar·row1
/'mero/
noun
plural noun: marrows
1. a soft fatty substance in the cavities of bones, in which blood cells are produced (often taken as typifying strength and vitality).

Note (2.):
Only girl that I ever loved that also wrote true and heartfelt poetry...
Left seeking future mysteries, as Life and Hope both our hearts fled...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-16-2020, 08:16 AM

When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems

(4.)

When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)

When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
slow melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?

O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?

In cold dark that your lost soul too oft plays
sorrows born 'neath Heaven's pleading stairways
can new Life and Love your agony heal
or with devil's oath you dare make a deal,
fast drying tears spat upon cracked sidewalks
crimes with Mother Nature you dare not talk!

O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?

When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
those melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?

O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2020
Rhyme, Stepping From That Mountain,
Fleeing From That Cold, Dark Abyss.....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-26-2020, 09:09 AM

Quote
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.”
– Mark Twain

Regrets Of True Gems Never Gathered

Clarity and truth is in the telling
rose's beauty is fragrance and our smelling
life races onward, as mind's recordings
far too oft, stolen gems we are hoarding.

Forever lost are times given in youth
as we sometimes hide from life's golden truths
and live on to find our great deep regrets
because of error of hedging our bets.

Alas! Realized are chances not taken
as we seek that which is God forsaken
later finding a disappointing loss
finding each regret a most bitter sauce!

Many are gems remembered from youth
Only to find great folly in sooth.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2020
Sonnet, ( A Sad Look Back At Chances Never Taken )

LongTermGuy

05-26-2020, 07:52 PM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-29-2020, 02:01 PM

Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis
(From Continued Greek Heroes And Mythology Series)
Part Two....
referenced,
*Scylla and Charybdis, *Homer, *Iliad and The Odyssey, *Hades, *Heaven

Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis
(From Continued Greek Heroes And Mythology Series)
Part Two.)
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Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis

(I.)

Evil forces choice, either flee or choose another path
choosing between Scylla and Charybdis, that of twin wrath
mankind feeble pawn, turbulent vessel of flesh and bones
set between rock and a hard place, Hades black undertones
or walk onward into blindness as a casualty
chained and bound, victim of evil's great ingenuity.

(II.)

A quandary, such as Odysseus once had to face
either battling six-headed beast or drowning in disgrace
Time ever offers up this agonizing, sadden choice
for fallen man, cursed to answer with ill fated voice
deciding, life and death- battle bravely or try to flee
from living nightmare between the devil and deep blue sea.

(III.)

Homer's Iliad And The Odyssey, tells such travails
as a Greek hero battles Dark's many ravenous Hells
with Hope and Love in his magnificent, courageous heart
his salvation, only looking to Heaven can impart
yet with wit and faith he later his destination made
while never honor, love of family had he betrayed.

(IV.)

What of world and its cacophony of screaming bandits
living without honor, with its insidious gambits
too often begging Lady Luck make every gamble pay
instead of placing faith in Truth and kneeling down to pray
with Scylla and Charybdis, each echoing vicious threats
only by divine light, one avoids such destructive nets.

(V.)

Such in malevolent world, often rears its ugly head
we seek treasure, when one should embrace Love and Light instead
and in our feasting, selfish desires, our new Fated road
we must face accursed bounty of treasures we were sold
slaves living blinded by ambitions, in world full of chains
ships in distress, sinking from tons of our ill gotten gains.

(VI.)

Shall we choose wisely, seeking serenity in the Light
reaping harvest that comforts even in darkest of nights
sail upon bluer seas, watching gleaming heavens soft glow
riding peaceful waves, praying our loving families grow
knowing goodness and mercy will be our blessed rewards
or else continue playing on with, world's stacked deck of cards?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2020
Rhyme, ( In A Judgment On Mankind's Repetitive And Historic Blindness )

Robert J. Lindley, from fragment- March 22nd, 1979
renewed,edited,expanded and finished, May 26th thru 29th,2020
companion piece to previously presented,

(Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained,
from fragment- Oct12th, 1978
renewed,edited,expanded and finished, May17th,2020)
Both poems are completed versions of the Greek Mythology Series
started many decades ago..

Stats:
2nd poem- May 26th thru 29th,2020
(Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis)
0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
Total # Syllables:504
Total # Words:::::330

Stats:
1st poem- previously posted, and finished, May17th,2020
(Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained)
0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
Total # Syllables:504
Total # Words:::::330

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-01-2020, 08:49 PM

She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown

She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!

She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!

She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )

Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:200
Total # Words::::140

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-06-2020, 04:43 AM

Of The Full Sum And The Withering Of The Vine

As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.

0' why does life give mystery to man's plight
crossing the bar and wedding such sad woes
building hurt, fortresses of futile might
paining every which way the ill winds blow.

Colors of hope as petals open wide
flowering meadows, flowing waters clear
splashing waves of bright moonlit midnight tides
remind of life and those we hold most dear.

So race the throngs, seeking forever more
that plenitude of love, life and great wealth
treasure as so sent from fantasy shores
blessings of serenity, lifelong health.

Are we not the same as those ancient born
living reapers of earth's bountiful fruits
birthed and from mother's fullest breast thus torn
a product of our deep family roots?

Earth and sky, wondrous realm, wherein we roam
as vassals unto a world dark and grey
sailing along on a rock we call home
plundering all until our ending days.

As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020
Rhyme, ( Philosophy And Judgment Made On Birth And Mortality )

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-07-2020, 04:37 PM

Awarded Poem Of The Week at my home poetry site. 6/07/2020

She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown

She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!

She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!

She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )

Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:200
Total # Words::::140

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-09-2020, 10:05 PM

(1.)

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Prometheus-Greek-god

*Prometheus

Prometheus
GREEK GOD
WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
See Article History
Prometheus, in Greek religion, one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, and a god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by the apparent meaning of his name, Forethinker. In common belief he developed into a master craftsman, and in this connection he was associated with fire and the creation of mortals.

http://www.mythweb.com/encyc/entries/poseidon.html#:~:text=Poseidon%20was%20the%20god%2 0of,brother%20to%20Zeus%20and%20Hades.&text=Poseidon%20had%20married%20Nereus's%20daughte r%2C%20the%20sea%2Dnymph%20Amphitrite.

* Poseidon

Poseidon (puh-SYE-dun or poh-SYE-dun)
Roman name Neptune. See The Olympians for another picture.
Poseidon was the god of the sea, earthquakes and horses. Although he was officially one of the supreme gods of Mount Olympus, he spent most of his time in his watery domain. Poseidon was brother to Zeus and Hades. These three gods divided up creation. Zeus became ruler of the sky, Hades got dominion of the Underworld and Poseidon was given all water, both fresh and salt.

Although there were various rivers personified as gods, these would have been technically under Poseidon's sway. Similarly, Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea, wasn't really considered on a par with Poseidon, who was known to drive his chariot through the waves in unquestioned dominance. Poseidon had married Nereus's daughter, the sea-nymph Amphitrite.

The Romans' name for Poseidon was Neptune.

In dividing heaven, the watery realm and the subterranean land of the dead, the Olympians agreed that the earth itself would be ruled jointly, with Zeus as king. This led to a number of territorial disputes among the gods. Poseidon vied with Athena to be patron deity of Athens. The god demonstrated his power and benevolence by striking the Acropolis with his three-pronged spear, which caused a spring of salt water to emerge. Athena, however, planted an olive tree, which was seen as a more useful favor. Her paramount importance to the Athenians is seen in her magnificent temple, the Parthenon, which still crowns the Acropolis. The people of Athens were careful, all the same, to honor Poseidon as well.

Poseidon was father of the hero Theseus, although the mortal Aegeus also claimed this distinction. Theseus was happy to have two fathers, enjoying the lineage of each when it suited him. Thus he became king of Athens by virtue of being Aegeus's son, but availed himself of Poseidon's parentage in facing a challenge handed him by King Minos of Crete. This monarch threw his signet ring into the depths of the sea and dared Theseus to retrieve it. The hero dove beneath the waves and not only found the ring but was given a crown by Poseidon's wife, Amphitrite.

Poseidon was not so well-disposed toward another famous hero. Because Odysseus blinded the Cyclops Polyphemus, who was Poseidon's son, the god not only delayed the hero's homeward return from the Trojan War but caused him to face enormous perils.

Poseidon similarly cursed the wife of King Minos. Minos had proved his divine right to rule Crete by calling on Poseidon to send a bull from the sea, which the king promised to sacrifice. Poseidon sent the bull, but Minos liked it too much to sacrifice it. So Poseidon asked Aphrodite, the goddess of love, to make Minos's queen, Pasiphae, fall in love with the bull. The result was the monstrous Minotaur, half-man, half-bull.

As god of horses, Poseidon often adopted the shape of a steed. It is not certain that he was in this form when he wooed Medusa. But when Perseus later killed the Gorgon, the winged horse Pegasus sprang from her severed neck.

Poseidon sometimes granted the shape-shifting power to others. And he ceded to the request of the maiden Caenis that she be transformed into the invulnerable, male warrior Caeneus.

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To Leave Melancholy Waters Behind

Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
upon solid ground from waters thus free
A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
with that precious dream always in her head.

To leave melancholy waters behind
stroll into humanity, true love find
walking new steps and feel sun's waking glows
feel the beach sands between her newfound toes.
Touch pendulous branches of willow trees
rise to wander the new world as she please.

Admiring land's beauty, Nature's soft views
watch as sun colored skies bluest hues
dance as life and loving were both there found
live as dream by *Prometheus unbound
Wear the flowers of Spring's fragrant romance
searching for her prince not waiting for chance!

Under night skies, slow wafting tidal waves
praying mercy's breath that lonely heart saves
she reaching up to touch that dream aloft
to receive gift of kisses warn and soft
*Poseidon her sincerest prayers had heard
changing her to mortal with single word!

Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
upon solid ground from waters thus free
A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
with that precious dream always in her head.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2020
Rhyme, ( In The Realm That Allows Dreams To Come True )
( Born From Greek Mythology Influence And An Old Poet's Delight )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Words:::::216

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-14-2020, 05:25 AM

I That Once In Youth Thought To Be A God

I that once in youth thought to be a god
trampled many on darker path I trod
until that path's fruits tore me asunder
cast away all my forbidden plunder.
In despair, I again sought the true right
Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.

I that once so begged, new morns to eat
delicious moments to sweet delights meet
day's path with love and its romantic winds
slave to passion and all that it portends
In haste, rush that mysterious unknown
thereby wrecking all, birthing heart of stone.

I that once sought all greed and lusts demand
blinded warrior in a devouring land
ignoring pains, poisons and gushing bloods
ever seeking more and more- treasure floods.
In disarray, lost as a dying rat
for on indifference I had grown fat!

I that once found treasure so deep and true
such beauty as never again I knew
a gem beyond most mortal's blinded sight
blessing which made lonely heart and soul bright.
In fear, I placed her in cold iron chains
until all that was left was sad remains.

I that once in youth thought to be a god
trampled many on darker path I trod
until that path's fruits tore me asunder
cast away all my forbidden plunder.
In despair, I again sought the true right
Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2020
Rhyme, ( In Youth Wherein Great Folly Abounds )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:300
Total # Words::::222

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-15-2020, 09:36 AM

Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate

I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
Final words, I utter before I make this leap
you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!

R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-22-2020, 02:55 PM

As Years And Life Thus Ever Onward Flow

Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?

Ever so slowly but surely wheel spins
Without a whispering creak or loud moan
Do we pray forgiveness for mortal sins
Such leeway disappears when we are gone.

It hums in tune to invisible clock
Tho' its revolutions we try to slow
In dark midnight hours we hear its tick-tock
From that very first breath older we grow.

As years and life thus ever onward flow
This world teaches us Fate's hand has it way
Do we ever learn we are not its show
And thus seek to prepare for judgement day.

Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2020
Rhyme, ( Time is an unbreakable glass that never fills )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-23-2020, 09:19 AM

Incarnations Of What Love's Blessed Paradise Extols

Soft and slow each rising tide that your sweetest loving bring
that lush hush and touch setting eager seeking hearts aflame,
those luscious lips that invite passion's hottest heated might
that resounding chorus as our rendezvous night time sings.

Sensual swells of joyous ardor in each breast waiting
for the mounting ecstasy of our heavenly romance
resplendent glory, the power of our eternal Love
treasures so far beyond compare in our teenage dating.

Pleasure surging when moans found unison in gushing glee
dearest of gems stored as love's majestic depths were explored
Into Love's virgin forests as we took that first deep plunge
more than enough, memories for life- our Love you and me.

Destiny! What gift was cast to such young and eager souls
Incarnations of what Love's blessed paradise extols.

Robert J. Lindley, March 19th, 1973
Sonnet, ( Romantic Rendezvous Under A Glowing Moonlit June Night )

Syllables Per Line:14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables:196
Total # Words:132

Note: 6-23-2020, Edited slightly to maintain a uniform syllable count.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-24-2020, 04:25 PM

Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow

Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.

We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
dawn's message, its tender whispering voice
realize what little we truly know
about living, love and freedom of choice.

Rising, dare we ask what happiness gives
inquire do we with deeper kindness tread
stand true, knowing in this dark world life lives
oft waging great battles to get ahead.

As years, forward march in their steady flow
and morn continues to gift its sweet calls
shall we walk with pride, let our mercy grow
no matter what in life our soul befalls.

Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Rhyme, ( The Joy And Warmth Of Dawn's First Golden Rays )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-28-2020, 11:59 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )

Note One:
I would like to thank my friend, Lawrence Sharp
and his poem titled, "Of Myth And More Or Less"
for its seeding my brief ryhming comment made
to and about that fine poem. To which the idea
and continued inspiration later gave birth to
this new creation and my great pleasure in setting
the composing task to meet a hard criteria while
staying as much possible within the concept that
his poem revealed to me...

Note Two:
This poem was composed with these set restrictions
Three stanzas, each stanza eight verses, each
stanza exactly 60 words, each a total of 80 syllables.
Each stanza to be able to be a stand alone dark poem,
were that a choice made. In this case it was not.
This goal, this puzzle was met and a true joy it was
to complete the task.

Each stanza
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:80
Total # Words:60

Total
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:240
Total # Words:180

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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!

Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!

That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-29-2020, 08:46 AM

I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.

I was given notice that today this poem was awarded "Poem Of The Day" at my home poetry site.-Tyr

That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!

Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!

That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

EDIT. Has since also been Awarded, Poem of the Week...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-30-2020, 08:49 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )

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Total # Syllables:448
Total # Words:358

*pall
/pôl/
See definitions in:
All
Ecclesiastical
Heraldry
noun
1.
a cloth spread over a coffin, hearse, or tomb.
Similar:
funeral cloth
coffin covering
2.
a dark cloud or covering of smoke, dust, or similar matter.
"a pall of black smoke hung over the quarry"

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The Night The Ravishing Vampire Came To Feast

She came with the wind dark as night.
Cried for love, in the bitter dust,
Her sadden pleas brought a strange must;
That solemn moment earth shone bright.
Her aura soaked into us all,
Its pallid taste, poisons so true
Morbid thought as flowers she threw
We saw not the surrounding *pall.

Our brains felt the resounding blast.
From afar, as blacken clouds came,
We knew her touch was not a game;
For this love felt to ever last.
As soft echoes sounded her song,
Winsome breeze enchanted our hearts
In her paradise we belong
Only good vibes did she impart.

Spellbound by her beauty so deep.
Silence thus, could hear a pin drop
Time's spinning hands seemed to just stop,
Each soul cast out a happy weep;
She sang the sweetest melody
Her voice ringing its vibrant tone
Each man felt she loved him alone
Her dark kiss had no remedy.

From blacken sky fell dancing light.
Glowing orbs swaying to and fro,
Then a trumpet began to blow;
On us all came darkest of nights.
Storm appeared, lashing forth red rain,
We saw bloody drops splashing down
She next removed her snow white gown
And we saw her true wicked stain.

We cried out what the hell are you?
That now shows such long vicious teeth,
She said, I come from far beneath;
To sate my lust and drink from you.
Terror entering our swelled veins,
As she from each one took a sip
From bloody necks she took a nip
Her harvest yielding fruitful gains.

As darkness let up she drank fast.
Our bodies chained within her trance,
Around us in glee she did dance;
Surely wanting her feast to last.
Having drank deep our glowing red,
She slowed to our pale hands caress
Declaring this I now confess
Mortals taste better when not dead.

As dawn sent its dimmest new rays.
She announced her tender good-byes,
Bringing back evil stormy skies;
She fled from golden light of day.
Later we woke to day's soft shine
Asking could that nightmare be real
Could a vampire from us so steal
And upon our warm blood so dine?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Note- 6/30/2020
This is a heavily edited version of a dark narrative poem, that I wrote
many years ago. I have finally got around to editing it.
And daring to present it my friends.. As always my dark poems are
composed because of my admiration of the most famous and talented
Dark poetry master, Edgar Allan Poe.
God bless.....-- Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-06-2020, 10:50 AM

I Write And Write Oft Through The Night,
Words Dedicated To All Poets

I write and write oft through the night,
ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
hold pen, in left hand not the right
inking heart's truth, as out it seeps
I write and write oft through the hours
inking what our souls dare not say,
gems of life's beautiful flowers
celebrating the live long day.

I hope and hope oft through the day,
wonder well, how we make it through
hold my faith, oft bowing to pray
blessings for my loved ones and you
I hope and hope oft through the storm
penning wins over our travails
wherein truest of love is the norm
and ever onward our love sails.

I write and write oft through the night,
I write and write oft through the hours
I hope and hope oft through the day
I hope and hope oft through the storm
Ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
Inking out what souls dare not say
Wonder well, how we make it through
Penning wins over our travails.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2020
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Poet Must Relay Heart's Truest Gifts )
Dedicated To All Poets, as poets sacrifice to ink their art.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-16-2020, 07:57 PM

Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.

I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first
took the hardest of trails, making life my own way
with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse
winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day
crying for lost lover, bitter agony found
steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might
with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound,
stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight.

I have my sights set on living with undue haste
waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread
discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste
walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead
carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong
ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde
broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song
barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford.

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020
Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh )

Syllables Per Line:
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0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
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Total # Words::::282

Note:
O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained
O' to be innocent again, no longer stained
O' to be healthy again, a man of my own
O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown.

And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear
And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear
And in his heart again, darkness forever gone
And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-17-2020, 05:56 AM

Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "

To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
blessedly gifted, born in month of May
star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
free spirited and full of youth's desires
warrior of daily childhood revelry
with a small bit of foolish devilry
racing as a wild mustang in a race
not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
living life as daring mischievous lad
with innocent dreams as we all once had.

Imbued with brave knight's soul and gallantries
set about by monsters of raging seas
wading through brambles, forests looming dark
boy willing to die young to make a mark
ever glad that boring manhood must wait
oft victim of accursed human Fate
conqueror of great battles, mammoth hills
days and nights with buckets of joyous thrills
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

Bound in chains of sad months of heart break school
kept from those great cool and clear flowing pools
locked in rooms, to learn writing, art and math
so far from well worn forays and true paths
yearning to grow to huge savage beasts slay
heroes of Olympic games, Shakespeare plays
a Hercules, Goliath slayer too
flying eager skies in a spaceship new
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

Born of strength and Zeus-like given powers
vigilant as fighters of any hours
as captains on voyages through raging seas
there with Ox and Paul Bunyan chopping trees
or winning hard fought battles, standing tall
to enter Valhalla's long golden halls
long nights drinking gallons of honey mead
not worrying on death or wounds that bleed
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

Laughing, living as only boys can do
running as barefoot heroes without shoes
finding ravishing thoughts of pretty girls
jumping into lakes of romantic swirls
keen to not seek manhood at any cost
for so well seen what treasures would be lost
praying that youthful days would never end
fearing such change and what future portends
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
blessedly gifted, born in month of May
star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
free spirited and full of youth's desires
warrior of daily childhood revelry
with a small bit of foolish devilry
racing as a wild mustang in a race
not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
living life as daring mischievous lad
with innocent dreams as we all once had.

R.J. Lindley, May 10th, 1978
Rhyme, ( The Years Of Youthful Vigor And Mysteries To Be Solved )

Note One-
Six equally matched stanzas-
Each stanza is ten verses, exactly 70 words, one hundred syllables.
Total syllables = 600
Total words = 420

Note two-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Adventures_of_Tom_Sawyer
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
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Front piece of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, 1876 1st edition.
Author Mark Twain
Country United States
Language English, Limited Edition (Spanish)
Genre Bildungsroman, picaresque novel, satire, folk, children's literature
Publisher American Publishing Company
Publication date
1876[1]
OCLC 47052486
Dewey Decimal
813.4
LC Class PZ7.T88 Ad 2001
Followed by Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Text The Adventures of Tom Sawyer at Wikisource
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is an 1876 novel by Mark Twain about a young boy growing up along the Mississippi River. It is set in the 1840s in the fictional town of St. Petersburg, inspired by Hannibal, Missouri, where Twain lived as a boy.[2] In the novel Tom Sawyer has several adventures, often with his friend Huckleberry Finn. Originally a commercial failure, the book ended up being the best selling of any of Twain's works during his lifetime.[3][4]
Though overshadowed by its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, the book is considered by many to be a masterpiece of American literature,[5] and was one of the first novels to be written on a typewriter.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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2nd (1st US) edition book cover
Author Mark Twain
Illustrator E. W. Kemble
Country United States
Language English
Series Tom Sawyer
Genre Picaresque novel
Publisher Chatto & Windus / Charles L. Webster And Company.
Publication date
December 10, 1884 (UK & Canada)
1885[1] (United States)
Pages 366
OCLC 29489461
Preceded by The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Followed by Tom Sawyer Abroad
Text Adventures of Huckleberry Finn at Wikisource
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (or, in more recent editions, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn) is a novel by Mark Twain, first published in the United Kingdom in December 1884 and in the United States in February 1885. Commonly named among the Great American Novels, the work is among the first in major American literature to be written throughout in vernacular English, characterized by local color regionalism. It is told in the first person by Huckleberry "Huck" Finn, the narrator of two other Twain novels (Tom Sawyer Abroad and Tom Sawyer, Detective) and a friend of Tom Sawyer. It is a direct sequel to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-18-2020, 08:05 AM

Tale Of False Image Of The Beautiful Temptress

In her allure, a furtive glaze
her eyes, seductive ways
beckoning back receptive gaze,
revealing beauty pays.

She set the stage, spreading her feast
enchanting there, a coming hope
in her dark heart, a fearsome beast,
hidden beyond life's horoscope.

The rancid world, its ebbing tides
its tempting sweets, its dark
holding powers, hatreds it hides,
its wicked ways, savage and stark.

She born of black, her heart so cold
revealed a sad past
of princess into slavery sold,
lies setting heart aghast.

In her deep thoughts, victim's demise
in her breast, blades of hate
from life's truth, word to the wise,
halt, it may be too late.

Her closest friend, soft moonlit glows
casting light, pale in shades
to better hide vindictive blows,
to sink in angry blades.

Out loud she laughs, while strolling away
another one sent deep
as world and wicked temptress play,
whilst unsuspecting sleep.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2020
Rhyme, ( Poetic verse, a few words to the wise )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-18-2020, 09:21 AM

Bird Of Paradise

Where o' where does bird of paradise hide its nest
perhaps deep in a very old and well worn shoe,
one scuffed up, well traveled and not its very best
bearing those haunting scars that life itself accrues,
or within a busy gnat's earliest morn drink
as it gulps dew from a bright lazy buttercup,
wondering what not to wear and how not to think
only knowing life demands it this liquid sup.

Could be invisible realm within mankind's touch
much as waves of saltwater beach-flung by the sea
soakings feet, sands and breaking stubborn rocks so much
as to bring majestic pleasures likes as are we,
else dreamscape, its fruited orchards ripe and divine
magnificent desserts crying out just to be
Nature's colorful bounty, its gifts very fine
born of earth, hanging from weighted limbs of a tree.

Nay, such fancy are mere wisps of wind in man's heart
bird of paradise its wings all about us spreads,
it lives in eternity and has from man's start
came to us in sweet dreams as we sleep in our beds
Yet we can not rule out Nature having one too
for we must admit its still well hidden treasures
we should learn to appreciate more than we do
beauty of life, Love's depths, its joys beyond measure.

Bird of Paradise, this night may I fly with you
through dawn's expanse, its whispering twilight gleamings,
to crystal clear gardens of romantic fervor
and find her, my dream princess to live forever.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2020
Rhyme, ( Within Man's Soul, Exists A Beauty Beyond Measure )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-23-2020, 05:07 AM

The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found

Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Free verse,
( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )

Note 1 :
A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.

Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
in my 6th grade class...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc
Joan of Arc
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Saint Joan of Arc
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Historiated initial depicting Johan of Arc from Archives Nationales, Paris, AE II 2490, allegedly dated to the second half of the 15th century but presumably art forgery painted in the late 19th or early 20th centuries, according to medievalist Philippe Contamine.[1]
Martyr and Holy Virgin
Born Jeanne d'Arc (modern French)
circa 1412
Domrémy, Duchy of Bar, Kingdom of France
Died 30 May 1431 (aged approx. 19)
Rouen, Normandy
(then under English rule)
Venerated in
Roman Catholic Church
Anglican Communion[2]
Beatified 18 April 1909, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Pius X
Canonized 16 May 1920, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Benedict XV
Feast 30 May
Attributes Armor, banner, sword
Patronage France; martyrs; captives; military personnel; people ridiculed for their piety; prisoners; soldiers; women who have served in the WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service); and Women's Army CorpsSignature.
Joan of Arc (French: Jeanne d'Arc[3][4] pronounced [?an da?k]; c. 1412 – 30 May 1431),[5] nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans" (French: La Pucelle d'Orléans), is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years' War, and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint. She was born to Jacques d'Arc and Isabelle Romée, a peasant family, at Domrémy in northeast France. Joan claimed to have received visions of the archangel Michael, Saint Margaret, and Saint Catherine of Alexandria instructing her to support Charles VII and recover France from English domination late in the Hundred Years' War. The unanointed King Charles VII sent Joan to the Siege of Orléans as part of a relief army. She gained prominence after the siege was lifted only nine days later. Several additional swift victories led to Charles VII's consecration at Reims. This long-awaited event boosted French morale and paved the way for the final French victory.

On 23 May 1430, she was captured at Compiègne by the Burgundian faction, a group of French nobles allied with the English. She was later handed over to the English[6] and put on trial by the pro-English bishop Pierre Cauchon on a variety of charges.[7] After Cauchon declared her guilty, she was burned at the stake on 30 May 1431, dying at about nineteen years of age.[8]

In 1456, an inquisitorial court authorized by Pope Callixtus III examined the trial, debunked the charges against her, pronounced her innocent, and declared her a martyr.[8] In the 16th century she became a symbol of the Catholic League, and in 1803 she was declared a national symbol of France by the decision of Napoleon Bonaparte.[9] She was beatified in 1909 and canonized in 1920. Joan of Arc is one of the nine secondary patron saints of France, along with Saint Denis, Saint Martin of Tours, Saint Louis, Saint Michael, Saint Rémi, Saint Petronilla, Saint Radegund and Saint Thérèse of Lisieux.

Joan of Arc has remained a popular figure in literature, painting, sculpture, and other cultural works since the time of her death, and many famous writers, playwrights, filmmakers, artists, and composers have created, and continue to create, cultural depictions of her.
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The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found

Her vow was to remain alive ...
stoke furiously the aching fires
not weep tears that splattered ancient grounds
no longer a vassal of state, nor apathy chained
walk deliberately, instead of in moaning pain
from within a hell-cast inferno,
into the welcoming arms of hope and joyous dreams
bathing in sun-birthed rays that arrive
as gems sent from the heavens and singing skies
a survivor...
asking not pity nor wealth ...

She then journeyed east,
traversing dusty roads and mountainous terrain
accepting life and its hollow victories
enduring lonely nights and unmerciful
flaming cauldrons of ever surging pains

Forever seeking ...
that home of memory and lost dream,
a vagabond and a wanderer in the dark
courageous beyond the heroic arc ...
true to love
not realizing, many never find
the right path or needed illuminations
to stop upon the meadow'ed fields of heart's gift ...

Her trek, sought light of the golden cup,
desireth of romance and magnificent taste
wine pressed by Olympic gods ...
flowers born from Pan's wondrous flute
serenity and paradise accepting
life's true worth ...

As the years ever forward raced,
her speed set her to a merest crawl
feet trudging stubbornly on ...
feeling so close
so very, very close
she paused for a moment ...
there and then it appeared,
the rainbow of promised light
in the bouquet of dancing moonlight ...

Eyelids growing heavy,
breath growing weaker, slumber begging
its long awaited meal ...
she yielded to fate and relief
a willing victim of success
a warrior borne away on a shield of gold

A princes returned to her allotted realm
hands clasped in prayer, her heart bearing yet more gifts.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Free verse,
( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )

Note 1 :
A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.

Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
in my 6th grade class...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Finally finished this one...Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-26-2020, 12:59 PM

Always Together, In The Great Bye And Bye

In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die
always together, in the great bye and bye
now fate and time, our sweetest dreams delay
I live in despair, as dark has its way
Yet once in your angelic arms, love gave
with infinite grace, this poor soul did save.

In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die.
Always together, in the great bye and bye.

In you arms, O'lord may I soon again be
wrapped with heavy passionate chains, blessing me
with nights of your kisses, your dearest gifts
our lives planned, as paradise so uplifts
Yet this dream, heart set by a solemn vow
is memory, torn from the here and now.

In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die.
Always together, in the great bye and bye.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Romanticism,
( Let us stay together, "Once Was My Cry ",
loving so strong in the sweet bye and bye )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:168
Total # Words::::136

Note;
Rewritten from a poem that was lost back in 1976...
Actually it was burned back then. This version tho'
not exact is as close to the original as my old age
and my ailing memory, can now manage to recreate,
changes made are minor. It is one of the few poems
from 40+ years ago that I have a much greater memory
of the verses and the reason it was composed in the
first place.. RJL

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-28-2020, 03:20 PM

Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:264
Total # Words::::178
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(1.)
NOTE:

https://interestingliterature.com/2018/09/a-short-analysis-of-edmund-spensers-amoretti-lxxv-one-day-i-wrote-her-name-upon-the-strand/

LITERATURE
A Short Analysis of Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti LXXV: ‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’
Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti is one of the greatest of the Elizabethan sonnet sequences; after Sir Philip Sidney’s Astrophil and Stella (which was the first great sonnet sequence in English), it is perhaps the greatest of all. Sonnet LXXV from Amoretti, beginning ‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’, is probably the most famous poem in the cycle, and deserves closer analysis for its innovative use of a popular conceit.

Amoretti LXXV
by Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
‘Vain man,’ said she, ‘that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.’
‘Not so,’ (quod I); ‘let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.’

‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’ addresses one of the key themes of the Elizabethan sonnet sequence: the struggle of the poet to immortalise his beloved, the woman his sonnets are written in praise of. In summary, Spenser tells us that he wrote his beloved’s name on the beach one day, but the waves came in and washed the name away. He wrote his beloved’s name out a second time, but again the tide came in and obliterated it, as if deliberately targeting the poet’s efforts (‘pains’) with its destructive waves.
From my blog on, Amoretti LXXV, by Edmund Spenser
my tribute poem included below,

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Sailing Away From Dark That Wrecks Havoc On Earth

Earth left cursing in raging anger and sad roars
horrid spinning mess, its great darkness raining fear
vast teeming multitudes, with evil shore to shore
lies, wicked beasts, future never really clear.
These new waters, horizon now promising love
her beautiful kiss, those lips waiting just for me
Heaven sending guiding angels down from above
singing of light, truth and a divine sanctity.

My soul, its core now filled with a king's treasure worth
of romance and flowery meadows gifting life
sailing away from dark that wrecks havoc on earth
my ship, cutting through sleeping waters like a knife.
Sailing away upon Heaven's soft, tender sea
ranging across waters with her windblown caress
repentant and dwelling within bountiful glee
a sinner, long ago my sins I did confess.

Sailing into expanse of waiting paradise
her big bright smile gifting an ocean of delight,
never again begging more, this love shall suffice
with passionate gems gifted each and every night.

Pray I, eternity weds our Lives, Love and All
And we together, sail to our true Port of Call.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, Romanticism ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:264
Total # Words::::178

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-07-2020, 07:57 PM

Within Oceans Of Passion's Might

I that loved, true, hard and so deep
in world that powers sadly shoved,
pains to keep,
found romantic wealth, heart's dear song,
joy that leaps.

Within oceans of passion's might
strolling along as Nature's glow,
gem laid sights,
as beauty, its great music plays,
cresting lights.

Love's depths, exalted nights of bliss
of sun's golden rays, skies soft blue
truth be this,
her most beautiful face giving,
lips to kiss.

I that loved you so, with my all.
Your love, forever I recall.

Robert J. Lindley, Feb. 10th, 1995
Romanticism/Rhyme,
( Heart And Soul Once Found, With Love's Depths )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Words:84

Old Note: 2-10-1995
Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery and earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust....

New Note: 8-07-2020

Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery, earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust.
Born with promise, a tender heart to give
life, love, kindness, seeds of revealing light
conscious of standing, as one may live
between dawn's glory and shadows of night...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-08-2020, 10:38 AM

Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured

Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of life's selfish delights:
No more than mere cannibals of impish degrees
Born of midnight madness and seed from dying trees.

Man in darkened lusts seeking illicit spoils
Raping with greed, as seas of sewage churns and boils
Flying through phantasms of barbaric hate
Rising as a charred Phoenix of dooming Fate
Unto dawn's fiery breath, its unfulfilled dreams
While harbinger of death, drowns with malignant streams
Gasping from a multitude of overwhelming lust
Avoiding light, truth of one day turning back to dust.

From the beginnings of aspirations and greed
First wailing cry, signifying an evil seed
Crawling as a mere babe down in well trodden dirt
Yet unacquainted, to life's many flesh-born hurts
Weak, ever needful under mother's tender cloak
Destined to serve, slave under temptation's yoke
Taught to seek, what sensual pleasures thus abound
Ecstasy's whispers, allures that truly astound.

Born of flesh, a searing flame too oft set to rage
Whether a pauper or prince, each coming of age
Reaching that mature stage when new blacken chart sets
Course of life, and all, whatever future begets
Letting dark to sully and run its wicked course
Rampaging, destroying, without fear or remorse
A Caesar in power, born of demonic ways
God of deceit, creator of a dancing malaise.

Standing aloft, contemptuous of good and light
Evolving monster, lurking into darker nights
Beset by arrogance, stand of a know it all
An Achilles well before his sad fated fall
Ignorant of Time, ill winds of eternal wrath
Prancing, before a tumble from a crumbling path
Left behind as humanity's cycles repeat
Death touched, final blow, mankind's greatest defeat.

Cast into oblivion, reduced to bleached bones
Memory, marked by a plot, one white headstone
Perhaps some tears that time too will one day erase
Fruit of iniquity, sad harvests, a disgrace
Ending, befit for one that embraced the dark
Reduced to dust and sorrows, a stained mark
Alas! To in error, such futile life so choose
Playing with a marked deck, destined to lose!

Robert J. Lindley, started 2-03- 2020.
completed to post 8-06-2020
A tribute to Samuel Johnson...inspired by
his-- " drury-lane-prologue"...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-09-2020, 11:45 AM

https://www.warpaths2peacepipes.com/native-american-symbols/wolf-symbol.htm

The Wolf Symbol

Native American Symbols, like the Wolf symbol, can vary in meaning from one tribe to another and across the culture groups of North America.

Discover facts and information about the meanings of secret and mysterious symbols used by Native American Indians in our List of Symbols including the Wolf symbol.

>>> Native Indian Symbol >>>

Native American Symbols
Native Indian Tribes Index

Meaning of the Wolf Symbol
Native American Indians were a deeply spiritual people and they communicated their history, thoughts, ideas and dreams from generation to generation through Symbols and Signs such as the Wolf symbol. Native American symbols are geometric portrayals of celestial bodies, natural phenomena and animal designs. The tracks of an animal, such as a wolf, were used to indicate a direction. For additional information please refer to the Meanings of Animal Symbols.

Meaning of the Wolf Symbol
The meaning of the Wolf symbol is to symbolize direction and leadership and the wolf symbol also embodied both protection and destruction. The Wolf symbol signified strength, endurance, Instinct linked with intelligence, family values and believed to give guidance in dreams and meditation. For additional information refer to Power Animals. Many American Indians considered themselves descended from wolves, and thus worshiped the wolf as both a god and an ancestor. According to the Pawnee creation myth, the wolf was the first creature to experience death. Some tribes believed that the timber wolves, howling at the moon, were spiritual beings that could speak to the gods and impart magical powers.

Meaning of the Wolf Symbol - Good and Evil
The Wolf has always been a symbol of evil as well as good. Wolves were revered in some Native American tribes but they are also feared in other cultures. Wolves were generally revered by tribes that survived by hunting, but were thought little of by those that survived through agriculture. Native Americans incorporated wolves into their myths, legends, ceremonies and rituals, portraying them as ferocious warriors in some traditions and thieving spirits in others. The Native American Indians therefore associated the wolf with creativity, fertility and protection and destruction.

The Wolf Symbol - Meaning
There were so many tribes of Native American Indians it is only possible to generalize the most common meaning of the Wolf symbol or pattern. Native Indian symbols are still used as Tattoos and were used for a variety of reasons and depicted on numerous objects such as tepees, totem poles, musical instruments, clothes and War Paint. Indian Tribes also used their own Colors for Symbols and designs depending on the natural resources available to make Native American paint.
Apache Hide Painting

Native American Indians - Wolf Symbol
Native American Indians had a highly complex culture, especially those who lived on the Great Plains.

Their religion was dominated by rituals and belief in a spiritual connection with nature and these beliefs were reflected in the various symbols they used such as the Wolf symbol.

The clothes, tepees and all of his belongings was decorated with art and included symbols depicting his achievements, acts of heroism, his various spirit guides or the most important events in his life. Every symbol used by an American Native Indian had meaning which can be accessed from Symbols and Meanings.

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Under Soft Moonlit Skies, Lonely Howls Heard

Within wolfen heart, her hellish hunger arose,
ultimate power to destroy as yet unknown-
she lit her candle and caressed a red rose
crying in the light, far away her dreams had blown,
yet mercy and future shed a torrent of tears-
as streams formed, away melted life's darkest fears.

Watching as golden moon, its beauty displayed,
shadow winds sent mesmerizing whispers of love-
anticipation gnawed, love's kiss been delayed
for a jealous God, had cursed her from above,
looking skyward she in despair showed her fangs
as her sanity, by a single thread thus hangs.

Silence came, its music her racing heart then felt
as the new trees danced and sleeping rocks awoke-
he appeared to gift a kiss and her grave doubts melt
in that infinite ecstasy neither one spoke,
then she of wolfen heart and he of wolfen blood-
were washed away in Nature's romantic flood.

Robert J. Lindley, original Oct. 24 1982,
edited, and link -8-09-2020
Rhyme, ( In these veins flow Native American blood )
*****
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-18-2020, 02:41 PM

My Tribute poem

With Promise Of Entry, Elysium

Childhood, seeing from afar, candle burning bright
with courage, imagination seeing life through
always and forever the promise, heard each night-
walk a brave path, receive entry, as is your due,
heaven searching, whispers of two stars gazing back
honor true, never shall a God's power you lack.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
on battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, blessed child and great warrior born to be
father- war god, mother a nymph of the blue seas
as a child roaming forests, with sword and long spear
a hero born and one totally without fear,
star gazing- seeing death would come, Elysian fields
his destiny, gifting all of its golden yields.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, scarred and toughened, many battles fought
never surrendering, ever giving his all
a warrior true, there within Olympic feuds caught
steady and ever mindful of his final fall,
sky hunting, watching universe's resplendent glow
as decreed by the Gods- set to put on a show.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, courageous warrior of Greek legend's fame
gifted with prowess of strength and courage to match
of Homer's Troy, that Greek hero, one and the same
always fated, for a Trojan war death to catch,
there on bloody soil, as Olympus had decreed
death claimed he, born of true and heroic Greek seed.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

R.J. Lindley, original version, May 9th, 1972
Rhyme, ( On Homer, Greek Mythology, Greek Warriors )
edited, and updated with link.. 8-18-2020

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Total # Words:256
Notes:

1. Elysium

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Ely...reek-mythology

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-19-2020, 06:53 PM

Into That Realm Where Sadness Can Not Play

He was so tired, he had lived his long life,
knowing Time wields its long razor sharp knife
stabbing, stabbing, ever in its blade goes
until death comes, ending all that one knows
In his final hours, heart and soul recalls,
life, its many treasures, its golden balls
love, her touch, her beauty truly divine
romance, and all that life's true joy defines.

He walked down many a dusty road,
seeking truth, to lighten life's heavy loads
having found peace, within her loving arms
blessed to be willing slave to her charms
That sad night, he gazed at Heaven above
wanting to tell her of his faithful love
with sad tear-filled blue eyes, out loud he cried
she was my true love, my all that hath died.

He looked up at a pale, ghastly new moon
shouting - come, come death you are not too soon
let your crimson sword, willing soul destroy
I that feared your final touch since a boy
no longer seek to avoid that last breath
release me, that I may join her in death
I dare'st thy touch to this old soul here take
for her sweet touch, this life I now forsake.

Soft wind rose, its hands did spirit embrace
his dying heart, as bright smile lit his face
then down she came, to escort him away
into that realm where sadness can not play
his dear departed wife, her touch so soft
then night low moaned, as two lights went aloft
he that no longer grieved having found peace
accepted death's blade and its sweet release.

R.J. Lindley, 9-14- 1978, edited 6-09-2020,
8-19-2020
Rhyme, ( Wherein Life And Love Are Joined Forever )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-21-2020, 11:13 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Rhyme, ( Living, Loving Well Amidst Fading Of The Light )
Inspired by the poem-- "Mesmerized"- by Lady Labyrinth

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Total # Words::::150

Notes:
(1.)

"tête-à-tête"
nom masculin invariable
1.
Situation de deux personnes qui se trouvent seules ensemble, et spécialement qui s'isolent ensemble.
Elle essaya de nous ménager un tête-à-tête.
2.
Service à petit-déjeuner pour deux personnes.
Translate tête-à-tête to
English
noun
1. private talk
2. tete-a-tete

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(2.)

"con amore"
in British English
(k?n æ'm??r? )
ADJECTIVE, ADVERB
music
(to be performed) lovingly
Collins English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers
Word origin
C19: from Italian: with love

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From Poet's Pen, Love's Infinite Colors May Flow

From poet's pen, love's infinite colors may flow
Even when, it inks verse of darkness down below
And poet's heart, gifts to others, romantic light
Be still gasping breath, as Venus dares show her might
As depths of love, 'a la Romeo and Juliet
There her favored lovers rejoice tete-a-tete.

From poet's heart, ripen fruits, Art that purely grows
Majestic as the golden treasures Nature sows
Ever as, expanding roots, Love's beautiful trees
Glide as sensual waves, building hope in swirling seas
Singing of love's first born, its great beauty con amore
Soft vows in passion flung from loving paradise shores.

From poet born breath, exhaled in torrents of praise
Ink gems left before death, cutting through world's malaise
As voice from depths of wilderness and solitude
Berating lies, man's usual hateful attitudes
Falling back on hope, truth and a rose's beauty sublime
Creating art, waging battle against fleeting Time.

From poet's pen, love's infinite colors may flow.
Even should the be dark verses from down below.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Rhyme, ( Living, Loving Well Amidst Fading Of The Light )
Inspired by the poem-- "Mesmerized"- by Lady Labyrinth

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-28-2020, 08:47 PM

At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon

Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!

Fire had burned its music, lowered its bright flashing flames
solemn was that moment, as again heard- this Life is no game
for despite this beauty, luminous glows of this-- God's design
echoing words reminding, all this cries- all is a sent sign
and Life is its purpose, Love is truly its greatest treasure
by Light of truth and wisdom, man may find his true measure
and far off, an owl hoots and midnight sounds play a fair tune
blessed marvelous revelation, that summer night in June!

Gentle winds a'blowin', such paradise I pray more may find
great knowing, in giving and receiving- Love is truly kind
before sleeping, time to again look deep into Heaven's glow
hold joy and pleasure as Nature's blessed magnificence shows
man the pilgrim, earth the spinning realm, death the dark slayer
ships are slow sailing, seas are rolling, we are but mere players
waves tossing to and fro, Light is shining with God at the helm
we'll be alright, if we let not world's wicked ways overwhelm!

Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!

Robert J.Lindley, posted- 5-05-2020
Rhyme, ( Memories of Youth, of Life and of Nature sent Revelations )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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This one written 3 months and 3 weeks ago.
I remember writing it after reading Longfellow, Hawthorne, Emerson and Whittier. the night before.--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-04-2020, 08:04 AM

Note:

To keep with my goal, my mission to write
to remain positive by way of my composing
positive, uplifting poetry - perhaps even
by creating one new poem every three days
I rose this morn at 4 am, having these first
few verses remembered from a dream last night,
I sat and composed this new and heartfelt piece.
With hope that it inspires others and may be a
healing gift when they too may ever need it.
God bless...
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Now Is The Time To Hunker Down And Write

Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink's flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.

Now is the time to hunker down and pen
words that curse sad fate of women and men
allow heart its deepest of reliefs,
find again, truth, light of divine beliefs
soak paper in expressive ink, gift light
to counter evil world's usual blight.

Now is the time to hunker down and tell
of soul and mind's power to dark dispel
allow faith its powers and its just dues,
let new born poetry, wash away blues
with true honor, poetic art enhance
enjoy life and set eager pen to dance.

Now is the time to hunker down and see
firm and true, that love and kindness are key
allow eyes again, love's power behold,
refuse to believe world's many lies told
kneel each magnificent new morn to pray
that love, mercy, and divine hope holds sway.

Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.

Robert J. Lindley, 9/04/2020
Rhyme

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Total # Words:220

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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For reference, showing below poem number one of series, posted in sonnet section of the creative writing forum.

Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight,
Poem number one of series

Here in the now, amidst the pale twilight
that fleeting moment, - dying of the night
that most precious air, - dying of the light
cometh, morn's breath, - its beautiful new sight.

Here in the now, within mind's newest eye
that pondering thought, - let my spirit fly
that exquisite joy, - sweetest tears I cry
cometh, renewed hope, - truth I'll not deny.

Here in the now, as that whisper so thrills
that divine promise, - love needing no pills
that merciful vow, - relief from world's ills
cometh, beautiful truth, - love over-spills.

Here in the now, amidst fleeing of twilight
That stirring moment, - waking God's divine might.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-01-2020
Sonnet, ( A dream, A promise, A sweet renewing of faith )

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:142
Total # Words:112

Note (1.):
Poem born from a dream last night
awakening to a day so bright
as twilight's new rays therein gift,
sweet poetic words to uplift,
heart and soul into joyous praise
relief was born from dark malaise.

Note (2.)
A new month, a vow to have a new and positive new start.
To attempt to compose more positive and uplifting verse.
To deny the dark clouds that attempts to overcome
To walk in the light and deny the dark that seeks to destroy....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-07-2020, 11:24 AM

Are We Not Brothers, Made Of The Same Dirt,
(Tribute to Philip Freneau and his poem,
The Dying Indian)

Are We Not Brothers, Made Of The Same Dirt

I welcome you sweet dawn, soft break of day
As your vibrant voice sounds, seeming to say
Lad, I bid you relief from dark and gray
Feel my coming golden rays and rejoice
So precious life's gift, giving love free voice
Embrace your honor, honor that wise choice-
You are of braver heart, red is your blood
You are red-man, Native pride your soul floods
You hunt ancestral lands, wade tidal muds,
There amidst tall trees, beauty of the glades
You young lad, were of pure Native bloods made
Spirit must stay strong, as your time soon fades
In your dreams, you sail to paradise isles
You race through countryside for miles and miles
Live, soon your tribes will become sad exiles-
As you dare the great beast to your soul fight
Search mysteries that hide truth out of sight
Know that same hungry beast, will your race smite!

Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends.
Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends.

I beg mother earth, this carnage avert
Heal dark souls of men, stop such coming hurts
Are we not brothers, made of the same dirt
Do we all not cry, and same red blood bleed
Are we all not sprung from weak mortal seeds
In pain, do we not, to same Father plead-
Will violence and death, your greed absolve
Can we seek to our differences solve
Must destruction serve as means to evolve,
Is what will be gained, great treasure to you
Shall we learn to love same sky's glowing blues
Share life's blessings, paying brotherly dues
Walk lit paths, love flowering meadows too-
Live serving peace and discover anew
Enjoy a rainbow's hope, its many hues?

Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends.
Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2020
Rhyme, ( Written for new blog-- blog not posted yet )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-08-2020, 05:19 PM

Vision Of Beauty, A True Heroine,
number three of the series

She bravely stood there
her heart- its love
unfurling into the evening winds
in the wide open meadow
Nature her ally,
beauty and eager soul her shield
none but the perceptive,
the keen,
the wise,
those bothering to deeper see
saw the angel
saw the invisible tears
the enormity of heartache
as sun and sky conspired
to cast golden rays
and thus her spirit transform
from despair,
from sorrowing, from grievous doubts
and in a mere blink
command blooming flowers
to gift sweetest aroma
and deep essence of beauty
unto one in need
unto she
a true heroine
a mother
watching her beloved child
in the glowing meadow
dancing barefoot
and laughing so gaily with
purest innocence of childish glee

Robert J. Lindley
9/08/ 2020
Free verse,
( When Beauty And Life Both Conspire To Bring Joy )

Note:
Verses born this fine morn, after viewing
pictures of my beloved wife
and our son, taken back in 2010...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-10-2020, 08:56 AM

Going to try an experiment. I will now post a poem that was written by Edgar Allan Poe.
And then start to compose a tribute poem, with that poem in mind and the thoughts it inspired.
Point is to see how fast I can finish one that is by my standards good enough to pass muster. --Tyr

Poe's poem--one that is not dark....

To The River

by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1829)

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty -- the unhidden heart --
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks --
Which glistens then, and trembles --
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.

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My tribute offering,
Times started composing, 8:58am
finished 9:24am
This went far faster and came out far better than
i ever thought it could or would.--Tyr

O'Bright Star, Thy Bright Gleamings True Hearts See

O'Bright star! will thy gleam this sad heart sate
with splendor of glow, quench our dying thirsts
Thy exquisite beauty, mankind debates
as well, bold shining depths of thy starbursts.

Why gift that grin, that Chesire cat-eye glow.
As riddle we are never meant to know?

O'Bright star! will thy eternal gaze blink
a galactic voice thy wisdom imparts
Are thy infinite gleamings - wine to drink,
as a soothing balm to heal broken hearts,
Shall ever thy distant voice our souls hear
or will we destroy earth with hate and fear?

May we in our pitifully sad state.
Reach, touch thy heart's glow, to truly relate?

Robert J. Lindley, 9/10/2020
Sonnet, A tribute poem,
To Poe's, poem, titled,
"To The River"..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-15-2020, 07:24 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020
Rhyme,
( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee )
Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inpired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL

Poem totals:
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Total number of words:192
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Each stanza equal, exactly-
Syllables per line:
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Total number of syllables:96
Total number of words:64

Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon

Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon
We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy
Because of our deep lusting, dark set and wanton
We seek our malignant pleasures before we die?
In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities
Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls
Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity
Blinded to truth, justice and life's great coming tolls.

As invisible evil darken tendrils spread
Busy world gives cover, life flees ever onward
Mankind too often stumbles, and crying in dread
Leading to aches, a life cut by sharp broken shards.
O'that high Heavens would this insanity stop
Reveal the invincible light and man's soul heal
Plant anew, seeds of love, reaping a bumper crop
With divine mercy, stop mankind's dark-lusts to steal.

Does ever, this wicked world slow down, take a rest
Cease using night's cover for tempting man's dark lusts
Bow to truth, stop its ravaging that life besets
Seal those Hellish gates just below earth's shallow crusts?
Will malevolence, return peace to those living
That which Eden did bountifully its fruits yield
Serenity, happiness, blessed gifts giving
When life sat under God's unconquerable shield?

Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon
We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy
Because of our deep lusting, dark set and wanton
We seek our malignant pleasures before we die?
In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities
Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls
Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity
Blinded to truth, justice and life's great coming tolls.

Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020
Rhyme,
( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee )
Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inspired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-17-2020, 10:59 AM

Swift Cometh Death Angel, Far, Far, So Far Too Soon

From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon
Over roaring waves, across earth's glitter-dome seas
It flew by shattering tops of tall oak trees.

Before dawn's rays breaking, and morning breeze curled
Amidst the raging blackness of this savage world
Bitter end for he that never love forsaking
Death in invisible heaving breast came a'raking.
He there falling as a shadow passing away
In the distance she crying, as she knelt to pray.

Therein was no blood letting, just a dying moan
His life was battles and betting, he in a blink gone
Sky began a'tearing, raindrops splattering ground
As she had long been fearing, he died hell-bound
With rosy bosom heaving, she sought death's sweet touch
Earth she prayed to be leaving, his death, too much
Thunder began clapping, black clouds heading her way
She heard Styx's waves lapping, soon at his feet she lay.

From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon.
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon.

R. J. Lindley, 3-22- 1979
Dark Rhyme, ( When Sunny Skies Have Fled )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-19-2020, 12:00 AM

Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )

Note -- This new creation, was composed in three days of
each day my reading of Thomas Gray's magnificent poem,
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that was first
published in 1751....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy_Written_in_a_Country_Churchyard

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
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First page of Dodsley's illustrated edition of Gray's Elegy with illustration by Richard Bentley
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard is a poem by Thomas Gray, completed in 1750 and first published in 1751.[1] The poem's origins are unknown, but it was partly inspired by Gray's thoughts following the death of the poet Richard West in 1742. Originally titled Stanzas Wrote in a Country Church-Yard, the poem was completed when Gray was living near St Giles' parish church at Stoke Poges. It was sent to his friend Horace Walpole, who popularised the poem among London literary circles. Gray was eventually forced to publish the work on 15 February 1751 in order to preempt a magazine publisher from printing an unlicensed copy of the poem.

The poem is an elegy in name but not in form; it employs a style similar to that of contemporary odes, but it embodies a meditation on death, and remembrance after death. The poem argues that the remembrance can be good and bad, and the narrator finds comfort in pondering the lives of the obscure rustics buried in the churchyard. The two versions of the poem, Stanzas and Elegy, approach death differently; the first contains a stoic response to death, but the final version contains an epitaph which serves to repress the narrator's fear of dying. With its discussion of, and focus on, the obscure and the known, the poem has possible political ramifications, but it does not make any definite claims on politics to be more universal in its approach to life and death.

Claimed as "probably still today the best-known and best-loved poem in English",[2] the Elegy quickly became popular. It was printed many times and in a variety of formats, translated into many languages, and praised by critics even after Gray's other poetry had fallen out of favour. Later critics tended to comment on its language and universal aspects, but some felt the ending was unconvincing—failing to resolve the questions the poem raised—or that the poem did not do enough to present a political statement that would serve to help the obscure rustic poor who form its central image.
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Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Tis but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night
In that abject blindness, fail to see life's true worth
Alas! Such are sorrows of mankind's constant plight
That feeds malignant swellings of darkness on earth;
Those of ancient times, of distant long dead yesterdays
Will one day from that deepest of slumbers arise
Long hidden from flown days and nights, world's weeping grays
Be reborn with no thoughts of world's previous lies.
As earth spins, sounding its constant evolving beats
We blind to light's truth, continue our foolish acts
Racing onward counting our coins and useless feats
Life came from light's truth, not so-called man-made facts.

Sonnet II

I that thought to profit, see beyond mortal veil
Having never measured truest rectitude of life
In my epic quest, the highest of mountains scale
In youth, blind to sad flowing storms of mortal strife
Alas! We that in our darkness refuse to see
Oft face raging storms that seem to forever swirl
Not realizing, Love's blessings are given free
To counter lightning bolts world's malevolence hurls.
I that foolishly thought to defeat that we die
Later learned truth that our vanity denies
We are lost because we believe world's greatest lie
That we were once roaming beasts beneath earthen skies
By our own greatness became gods of divine might
Free to do as we please, revel in our delights.

Sonnet III

In June, when wondering winds our hearts so lighten
I have found eager bubbling brooks streaming along
Summer's morn setting up to day gaily brighten
Nature gifting beauty, songbirds gifting sweet song
Across flowering meadows, busy bees flying
Life many treasures so beautifully sharing
Time to live, not sadly ponder mortal dying
For truest of joy depends on our loving caring
There rests much more happiness in sincere kindness
And sweeter breath within Love's soft touch inspiring
Eyes to truly see, welcome defeat of blindness
Rather than worldly conflicts and daily sparring
To satisfy our fleshly dreams and dark desires
Lets embrace light's divine truth that never expires.

Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )

Note -- This new creation, was composed in three days of
each day my reading of Thomas Gray's magnificent poem,
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that was first
published in 1751....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy_Written_in_a_Country_Churchyard

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

I hope that you may enjoy this new creation- as I put all of my poetic heart and soul into it.
I so needed something as a distraction from my current woes and worries. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-22-2020, 10:11 AM

Note- Poem from my new blog....

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2020
Rhyme,
( A Look At A Sad Reality, Those Worthy But Not Rewarded )

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Oh, That Earth Wouldst So Truly Honor Thee
Dedicated To-
"The Great Unknown, Unsung Poets of the
- Past, Present And Future"

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Oh, That Earth Wouldst So Truly Honor Thee

Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruits reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.

Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.

Inked pools born from candor and purest heart
Offerings of whispers that truth imparts
Defeating the dark which sets us apart
To gift more, fill up love's bountiful cart.

Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.

Within thy soul and even thy sadness
Counter with blessed hope this world's madness
Shine with rhyming words, bringing on gladness
Yet ignore world's inglorious fadness.

Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.

And through thy darkest sorrows gift anew
Heroic words that deepest dark breaks through
Gifts empathy, care many are thus due
For truth, darkness oft turns sky weeping blue.

Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.

Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruit reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2020
Rhyme,
( A Look At A Sad Reality, Those Worthy But Not Rewarded )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-02-2020, 02:04 PM

Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born
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Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)...

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Note:
After having regained a bit of my former self.
I wrote three dark poems- while in my melancholy state.
I will maybe post those at a later date.
Decided to post this positive, uplifting and image-
filled poem as my comeback presentation. And decided
to work with a different form. A combo idea I have had
for a long time but never got around to experimenting
with it. So please understand this is my very first
effort with it -my "virgin foray" into it so to speak.
I hope you may enjoy it and get something positive
and uplifting from its message, imagery and hope born
within. God bless...

Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born.
part one of three

Downward ...
Soft specks falling,
Like echoes frozen white
Whispers sent from December skies
Downward.

(The Ancient Tree )..
Thereinto awe its magnificent trunk
sinking its teeth into soft virgin ground
earth paying no heed as each deeper sunk
as to its firm teether, the tree was bound.

Above grown reaching for bright sky and sun
umbrella limbs hanging massive and long
biggest was giant arms weighing a ton
handy stages for songbirds and sweeter song.

Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves
as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro
beauty that stirs mankind to God believe
divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.

Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming
With beauty sublime and clear brooks streaming.

Winter ...
Ground creamy white,
Trees, moaning pallid skies
Children thanking Christmas break and
Winter.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

LongTermGuy

10-02-2020, 03:19 PM

"Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves

as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro

beauty that stirs mankind to God believe

....divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.

Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming"

Nice Tyr....Very nice.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-06-2020, 01:42 PM

Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born, two of three
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( Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born )

Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... two of three

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Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born,
two of three

Sublime ...
Love's sweetest bliss,
Whispers tender and sweet
Moanings, pleasures, ecstasy's touch
Sublime.

Moon had its most bountiful gold-glows cast
filtering through tall oak trees onto earth
they in love that truly forever lasts
cared not for fame nor for world's greedy worth.

Romance demands they stay together here
allowing life and joy to penetrate
with the power of joined strength face their fears
and embrace the beauty of Loving fate.

He saw into her gleaming bright blue eyes
moonbeams of ardor's deep radiant glow
she saw in his face, love that never dies
as each yielded to love's tidal tow.

As night's moon and love's hands joined, so did they.
Into loving arms until break of day.

Passion ...
Love and kisses
Feelings heart wants and needs
Vows, he for her and she for he
Passion.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... two of three

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-10-2020, 10:44 AM

Beautiful Gems, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three

Poet's Notes--

https://www.wiscnews.com/bdc/opinion/columnists/cupid-s-story-about-true-love/article_e25cf93c-dd6a-5115-998d-a30afc40793e.html

IN SEASON
Cupid's story about true love
MARK MOLLDREM In Season Feb 13, 2017

Cupid has been domesticated. Originally, a strapping youth of marriageable age (with wings, bow and arrow), this classical god (Cupid, son of Venus, in Latin; Eros, son of Aphrodite, in Greek) has degenerated into a cutsie child (sometimes diapered, yet with wings, bow and arrow) to sentimentalize greetings of affection on Valentine’s Day cards. A person who falls in love says, “I have been struck with Cupid’s arrow.”

The ancient story of Cupid reveals a deep truth about our humanity. The story itself swirls around a jealous mother. The goddess Venus despises what the human woman Psyche has done to her divine reputation. Because everyone is fawning over the ravishing beauty of Psyche, worship in the temples of Venus has declined and the grounds have deteriorated. In jealous anger, Venus recruits the skills of her son, Cupid, to punish Psyche.

“Use your power and make the hussy fall madly in love with the vilest and most despicable creature there is in the whole world” (as reported by Apuleius, second-century CE writer of Roman tales). However, the god of love himself fell hopelessly in love with Psyche as soon as he saw her. The story takes many twists and turns due to intimidated men who could only admire Psyche from a distance (none having the courage to ask for her hand in marriage), an oracle’s instruction on how to get a husband, and a rescue by the gentle Zephyr wind.

In what seems like a strange relationship, Cupid draws Psyche into his mansion, but will only be with her at night when she cannot look upon him. She rests comfortably in this until her sisters visit her and with jealousy in their hearts question what kind of a man this must be. Psyche determines to look upon him at night with a lamp in hand, even though Cupid warned her that this would bring only great disappointment. When Cupid woke upon her presence with the lamp, he immediately fled, saying, “Love cannot live where there is no trust.”

However, this is Cupid, god of love, and the story will have its happy ending eventually. After mean mother Venus inflicts several trials upon Psyche while she searches relentlessly for Cupid, they are finally reunited. Cupid himself had been longing for Psyche and took steps (or in his case, flight) to see that nothing would get in their way again. He flew to Mount Olympus and prevailed upon Jupiter to make Psyche immortal so they could be united forever. She was given the ambrosia (elixir of the gods) to drink and everyone was happy ever after, including Venus.

A dramatic turning point in this story occurred when Psyche broke her trust in Cupid. She had experienced great comfort and peace by his side at night even though she could not see him. When this was not enough, she lost him. Trust is a vital aspect of love because love is a mystery and we can never know everything about the beloved. Love accepts that enough can be known to trust the rest into the arms of the beloved. To demand more is to betray that which drew one into the loving relationship in the first place. Also, as more may indeed be surprisingly revealed—like your husband has wings on his shoulders which could be seen with the lit lamp—love will be able to see through that to the core person with whom one is in love. In this sense, love is not blind, but demonstrates is power in the full light of disclosure—warts (or wings) and all!

But, even more philosophically profound as to the nature of humanity—for the story of the gods is really the story of humanity: the soul (psyche) is not complete without love. As Edith Hamilton, renowned interpreter of classical civilization, concludes about this story, “Love (Cupid) and the soul (‘psyche’ is the Greek word for the soul) belong together in an inseparable union.”

The capacity to love and be loved is a great, if not the greatest, gift of our humanity. It defines us as truly human beyond the capacity of a rock or a mollusk. How are you valuing and exercising your capacity to love and be loved at this time in your life?

French novelist, Albert Camus, comments with a poignant play on words, “Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.” Ancient myths about the gods and Mount Olympus are imaginative fabrications that express truths we live out on earth. Your life is not a fiction, nor is it a lie. What truth about love are you living out for real? This is more than a Valentine’s Day question.

(Mark J. Molldrem is a writer, community volunteer, and daily host of Joy in the Morning on WBEV. He lives in Beaver Dam with his wife, Shirley. WordPowerSolutions@gmail.com)

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Beautiful Gems, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three.

True love ...
Depths that heart swells,
longings that birth hot flames
night-gems, true eternal treasures
True love.

With desires born, heart wedding sweet love dreams
songs, a most eager spirit dares sing,
heart swelled so near to bursting at its seams
gems of life's most precious of renderings.

The beauty of true heart, its greatest song
scenes of gasping nights and her hottest kiss,
love with joyous fervor that brought along
sensual heat and most heavenly bliss.

She that beauty's sharpest eyes sets apart
a rare gift that mortal longing desires,
for nothing greater rewards seeking heart
and nothing on earth lights hotter fires.

Goddess, both rejoicing in love-born fires.
United by love that never expires.

Soft touch ...
kiss that invites
concupiscence, and more
nights, hot waves of raging desires
Soft touch.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... three of three
Final poem in series

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-12-2020, 05:13 AM

Halloween Tale, Poetic Dream Of Raven, Poe And I
(Not a contest entry)

When into an unearthed slumber I fell
An accursed storm came with its black tail
Within isles of swirling doom and gloom
I woke, a prisoner in a dark tomb
Chained to the wall in a small blood-soaked cell
Lashed repeatedly, pains a bloody hell.

No dawn ever came, gasping echoes wailed
Hands of black had this tortured soul impaled
Every fortnight a red moon cast its rays
Shadows brought forth from saddest pallid greys
In agony, these I begged to speak
Lifting their veils, a few began to peek.

Ungodly were hideous faces seen
Gaping fanged mouths, wicked eyes glowing green
Skeletal white hands with long dagger claws
Razor edges teeth shown in gaping jaws
Such a grave sight made my heart skip a beat
As evil green eyes did this poor soul greet.

That terrifying sight brought thoughts of Poe
His inspiring verses truths I did know
Conjured up my thoughts of Raven's dark words
My lifelong fear of that devilish bird
Soon as thought a magnificent voice spoke
I am Poe, dearest friend, so glad I woke.

At this news, my crying soul felt relief
Poe was my hero, always my belief
Somehow his words giving this soul power
To this heart sent bright bountiful showers
In greatest need, his speaking gave some peace
I knew only he could gain my release.

Alas! All was happening far too quick
I thought of Raven, this must be a trick
Could it be master Poe was not so near
Had I fantasized that he could appear
Knowing Raven my inner thoughts had read
Into defeated brain his poison fed.

Raven then demanded master Poe must leave
Return to his realm to Annabel grieve
Poe spoke, "innocent soul you must set free"
This battle is between myself and thee
Raven shot, "your pen gives me no commands."
I yield not to such great foolish demands.

Poe replied I need no poetic quill
To vanquish you and evil curse you spill
I need only this soulful heart in me
Faith and grace rests within my peaceful sea
Your villainy is cracking your weak shield
Nothing more powerful can your hate field.

At this refute, I saw Raven cower
From strong vibes of Poe's increasing powers
His legs crumpled while his beating wings flamed
He knew Poe won, he had been far out-gamed
Light into that abyss began to flood
To wash away ghastly gore and blood.

Suddenly my chains crumbled into dust
To my freedom fast flee, I felt I must
To my friend Poe these grateful words I spoke
Thanks, for freedom from Raven's slaving yoke
For his inspiring poems, I have read
That sent me on poetic journeys tread.

Before my exit, Poe I bid Adieu
Praying him, divine mercy he is due
At those parting words, Raven flew away
Shouting out, "we will meet some future day.
On that day my powers shall be immense
From my weapons, there will be no defense."

With joyous glee, I stepped into the light
Then recalled that Halloween is tonight
Next thought was Raven may again appear
Would I be brave or hideaway in fear
Poe whispered softly, my friend I am here
Darkness shall not prevail, that truth is clear.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2020
Dark Rhyme, ( A Halloween Tale, for readers of any age )
A poem first composed in early 1990's *edited heavily
in 2014, and again in 2020...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

LongTermGuy

10-12-2020, 02:55 PM

`........A broken heart is the most terrifying prison`

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8&feature=emb_logo

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-12-2020, 07:49 PM

`........A broken heart is the most terrifying prison`

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8&feature=emb_logo

A wonderful link. My son Justin loved it too.. Thanks...---Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-13-2020, 06:53 AM

The Poet, The Pen, The Solemn Prayer, In Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe's, Lenore
Poet's Notes:
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2020
Rhyme, ( And In Death Her Youth And Her Beauty Vanished )
(1.)
Note-
This a heavy-handed rewrite of an old poem that I first wrote,
back in 1979..
(2.)
Note-
Reference, Poe's poem, "Lenore"-

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenore_(poem)

Lenore (poem)
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For the 1773 poem by Gottfried August Bürger, see Lenore (ballad).

Illustration by Henry Sandham for an 1886 edition of the poem
"Lenore" is a poem by the American author Edgar Allan Poe. It began as a different poem,
"A Paean", and was not published as "Lenore" until 1843.

The poem discusses proper decorum in the wake of the death of a young woman, described as "the queenliest dead that ever died so young". The poem concludes: "No dirge shall I upraise,/ But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!" Lenore's fiancé, Guy de Vere, finds it inappropriate to "mourn" the dead; rather, one should celebrate their ascension to a new world. Unlike most of Poe's poems relating to dying women, "Lenore" implies the possibility of meeting in paradise.[1]

The poem may have been Poe's way of dealing with the illness of his wife Virginia. The dead woman's name, however, may have been a reference to Poe's recently dead brother, William Henry Leonard Poe.[2] Poetically, the name Lenore emphasizes the letter "L" sound, a frequent device in Poe's female characters including "Annabel Lee", "Eulalie", and "Ulalume".[3]

Major themes
Death of a beautiful woman (see also "Annabel Lee", "Eulalie", "The Raven", "Ulalume"; in Poe's short stories, see also "Ligeia", Berenice", "Eleonora", "Morella").
Publication history
The poem was first published as part of an early collection in 1831 under the title "A Pæan". This early version was only 11 quatrains and the lines were spoken by a bereaved husband. The name "Lenore" was not included; it was not added until it was published as "Lenore" in February 1843 in The Pioneer, a periodical published by the poet and critic James Russell Lowell. Poe was paid $10 for this publication.[4] The poem had many revisions in Poe's lifetime. Its final form was published in the August 16, 1845, issue of the Broadway Journal while Poe was its editor.[5]

The original version of the poem is so dissimilar from "Lenore" that it is often considered an entirely different poem. Both are usually collected separately in anthologies.[6]

Lenore in other works
A character by the name of Lenore, thought to be a deceased wife, is central to Poe's poem "The Raven" (1845).
Roman Dirge made a comic book inspired by the poem, involving the comedic misadventures of Lenore, the Cute Little Dead Girl.
Hikaru Utada's "Kremlin Dusk" makes a reference to Lenore, as well as other elements of Poe's works and even mentions Poe himself.
References
Kennedy, J. Gerald. Poe, Death, and the Life of Writing. Yale University Press, 1987: 69. ISBN 0-300-03773-2
Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Harper Perennial, 1991: 202–203. ISBN 0-06-092331-8
Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'," as collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. Cambridge University Press, 2002: 200. ISBN 0-521-79727-6
Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Harper Perennial, 1991: 201. ISBN 0-06-092331-8
Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. Checkmark Books, 2001: 130. ISBN 0-8160-4161-X
Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Louisiana State University Press, 1972: 68. ISBN 0-8071-2321-8
External links
The full text of Lenore at Wikisource
The full text of A Pæan at Wikisource
Media related to Lenore (1885) at Wikimedia Commons
Full text at Baltimore Poe Society online
Henry Sandham (illustrator). Lenore. Boston: Estes and Lauriat, 1886. Scanned color illustrated book, via Internet Archive.
Lenore public domain audiobook at LibriVox

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The Poet, The Pen, The Solemn Prayer,
("In Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe's, Lenore")

He wrote and wrote tho' so very tired and weary
in his weeping heart lurked many romantic quotes,
such that set eyes to saddest glaze, growing teary
from dreams and memory that sent old sails afloat
ink cast to drive away sad-life once so dreary.

Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.

Through windows paper gleamed, starlight onto white bled
to the poet, alone on a midnight crusade,
in dreaming soul, he and she were there and then wed
together sworn to a future life to be made
on heaven's shores, nights spent in their honeymoon bed.

Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.

Now the sky grew dark, reality took its bite
yes, turbulent misery- its blackest cloak threw,
evil world's dark had its way, sent its greatest blight
and her soul into its afterlife's abyss drew
weeping poet woke to sorrow's depths and death's plight.

Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.

Love's sweetness the poet remembered from before,
with pages wet, pen set about inking pleading words
through past romantic love scenes his memory tore
praising beauty of life, hope, singing of songbirds
begging for life again with his love, his "Lenore".

Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.

As moonlight onto paper cast radiant light
and hope its greatest golden promise did so pour
all her kisses, her touch and so very much more
the poet wept as he, his deepest prayers did write
of beauty, love, and a new life with his "Lenore".

Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.

With ink dried, he remembering oaths they both swore
as morn sang to dawn, there crossing dew-wetted grass
as if on a cloud floating from another shore
a life reborn, beauty given another pass
came the poet's answer, his beloved "Lenore".

Fervent hope, prayer would and did set a new score.
Salvation, the poet did- divine help implore.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2020
Rhyme, ( And In Death Her Youth And Her Beauty Vanished )

(1.)
Note-
This a heavy-handed rewrite of an old poem that I first wrote,
back in 1979..

(2.)
Note-
Reference, Poe's poem, "Lenore"-

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenore_(poem)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-17-2020, 10:55 AM

Quote
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt
with the heart." -Helen Keller.

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Of Love, Beauty, Heart And Mankind's Eternal Quest

Of earthen soil greater beauty was born
glows glimmering in shades of darken night
a soothing balm, for the broken forlorn
sensual images gifting sweeter sight.
Love's gems set to overcome sad in life
art cast forth as if by the hands of God
relief denying aching pains of strife
illumination, wherever man trods.

Of heart, humanity, Time's racing clock
those hours, days, years, and ages of mortal breath
life racing onward against each tick tock
dreams born and died, life hoping against death.
Truth, its precious treasures won and then lost
all within grasp yet oft by Fate denied
due to blindness and greed folly's high costs
while far many wrap themselves in false pride.

Of Aristotle, Socrates, wise words
Lo! What of love, beauty some have forgot
light and daring that brought us out of herds
leaving behind darkness and utter rot.
Wisdom born of accumulated light
knowledge as was stored and later retaught
that separates day's glow from black of night
and often frees us from grave dangers fraught.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2020
Rhyme, ( From heart to pen to paper, a poet's thoughts )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

LongTermGuy

10-17-2020, 10:33 PM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-18-2020, 11:54 AM

That Which Within Art's Paradings, Imitates Life

This beating heart once dwelt within a hidden place
to preserve what I loved and could never replace
in youth, I set my throne in purple-crested hills
in forest's foliage where Nature overspills
safer refuge, a child's most magnificent shield
within that nether realm there my soul never yields.

Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.

All this wicked world and all of its savage blades
offered sanctuary in hideous parades
yet in valiant spirit, I knew such was so wrong
I refused, to join its repugnant bustling throngs
decisions made, I have yet to ever regret
those that youthful life and its wild-born journey set.

Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.

Now I have survived, in my own time growing strong
I changed my dreams but not ever my youthful song
as time using its power delivered decay
I fear neither its wrath nor its destructive way
for life has taught me, we are but mere molded clay
here today, only to be gone some future day.

Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.

Robert J. Lindley, original Sept- 24th-1992
edited, 10/17 2020. 10/18 2020...
Rhyme, ( From Ancient Dead Stars Fly Death's Truest Signs )

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Note:
A straightjacket he refused to wear
Claiming life is boring and so unfair
Yet its colors are marvelously grand
And its epic pains more than he could stand
RJL, 1992...
****************
"From a rainbow, he tore off a delicious piece,
To eat its vanishing visionary release"
Quote- RJL- 1992.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-19-2020, 06:06 AM

A Whisper, A Cry, A Horrendous Tormented Gasp

I fight the invading plunge of darkness and cold
on spinning world's fantasies, too many are sold
brother warmth, I beg of thee abandon me not
else I too shall fall into the abyss to rot
you'd not believe my relief to see each new dawn
imaginative awe of mother doe and fawn
my soul into Nature's bounty sought to behold
I that once rebelled against all I was then told.

Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness and her touch to again feel.

Lo! This is my sheer terror, my greatest of fright
that mind shall fail me and bring on eternal night
in limitless void, I can never again write
as I wander around starving in my blind plight
Brother light, shine graciously to light my new path
deliver me from my former self, darkness's wrath
I bow now in sincerest humbleness to pray
remove this evil, this blindness that blocks my way.

Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness and her touch to again feel.

A whisper, a cry, a horrendous tormented gasp
I bemoan beauty's hand I once held in my grasp
her sweet comfort, her sensual touch, and her all
I cry out but she answers not that pleading call
To her, I write and bare my torn and aching soul
as I beseech God in this abyss black as coal
this day, this hour divine grace extend unto me
that I may survive and life its joy again see.

Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness, and her touch to again feel.

Robert J. Lindley, original Aug 8th, 1979
edited 10-18 and 10-19-2020...
Rhyme, ( The Plea Cast Into The Wailing Night Winds )
When a dark pen finds its path to reveal and write...

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-24-2020, 10:38 AM

Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words

(1.)

Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell
truth seen by these eyes rings loud sorrow's bell
vanity's praise to break illusion's spell
embedding with red-hot fires of hell
life gifted then sets black to steal away
from morn's breath, dawning beauty each new day.

What would Byron think, sit to write of this
would he ink. 'tis not a true poet's kiss"
or with flowing quill cast a prudent doubt
and see it as dishwater to toss out
with utter contempt, write a ballad true
of his hate of modern poetry too
how love and life are joy and so much more
with wisdom our souls, sweeter verse implore?

Once his ghost came to my writing station
grand it was, birthing sweet jubilation
begged I for its golden verse to give
pleading to sift my verses through its sieve
Aghast the ghost eyed me with deep contempt
asking why should my poor state it exempt
I was then rebuked with the harshest scorn
noting I had never its sad death mourn!

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell
truth seen by these eyes rings loud sorrow's bell
vanity's praise to break illusion's spell
embedding with red-hot fires of hell
life gifted then sets black to steal away
from morn's breath, dawning beauty each new day.

(2.)

Of Keats And A Vivid Dream I Once Had

I unmask this monster invading me
the horrific horrors sent, ten times three
that vanishes the sweet breath of her kiss
pains, denying even love's greatest bliss
with its eyeless guile and quick blackened bite
conquering sun's glow, gifting dread of night
closing the chasm between dear life and death
stealing away my last gasping of breath.

I gaze at its immense power and girth
and how it roams so freely about earth
with its dagger claws and sharp fangs to match
and what ease it had this sad soul to catch
now it sought to toss me like a small boy
as a child does its newest little toy
and I helpless to its dark-might withstand
while hitting with my hard clenching left hand!

O to dream this dark nightmare ever ends
with hope, cherish my family and friends
yet in this gloom darkness tightens its grip
farther into the black-pit this soul slips
begging light's glow, I pray for a reprieve
from wicked beast sent to slay and deceive
my last hope, her true love will see me through
and the thought of good fortune I am due.

I unmask this monster invading me
the horrific horrors sent, ten times three
by light's divine glow cast from far above
her smiling face beaming down its deep love!

(3.)
Of Shelley And Bright Light Once Set Aglow

Mankind, immortality as its goal
yet sadly blind to that much-needed light
of weakening flesh, intemperate soul
bold feaster of sinful darkened delights
as a flood crushes in its raging wake
and oft buries deeply it's new-drowned dead
man moralizes how to everything take
claiming no wrongs in their soft-laden-heads!

Of life, its tribulations, and its pains
and the stealing of whatever one may
bad means nothing if great enough the gains
of wealth and pleasure, he takes anyway
for what is a man but creature low born
made of earth and both feet of oozing mud
from God's light far as a heart can be torn
and with deep blackened venom in his blood!

Alas! Dare man pleads for mercy divine
while seeking happiness and golden gifts
as it stomps virgin grapes ripe on the vine
always crying this and that shall be mine!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2020
Rhyme, ( What An Eager Quill And A Fine Muse Once Gifted )
Three poems in tribute to three golden poets of old...

1.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/lord-byron

2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats

3.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/percy-bysshe-shelley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-31-2020, 10:10 AM

Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods', Part One
Poet's Notes

Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,
10-31-2020.
In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron
Finally first half completed...(Part One)
Part Two- has begun-
The first four verses composed...
To be completed as --TIME-- may allow...
possibility of an extension reserved, but
unlikely....God bless...

Notes;
( https://www.ancient.eu/collection/58/the-12-olympian-gods/ )

1. *Olympic gods*

The standard 12 Olympian gods are:

Zeus
Hera
Athena
Apollo
Poseidon
Ares
Artemis
Demeter
Aphrodite
Dionysos
Hermes
Hephaistos
The Greeks did not always agree on the 12
and some lists include Hestia, Hercules
or Leto, with Dionysos often the one replaced.

2. *Poseidon

In later Greek mythology, Poseidon was the son
of Kronos and Rhea, and brother of Zeus and Hades.
He was a key figure in the battles for control
of the universe between the Titans, the Giants,
and the Olympians. On their victory, the three
brothers drew lots to decide which domain they
would reign over, and Poseidon gained the seas.
The god dwelled in magnificent golden mansions
beneath the sea, beautifully adorned with coral
and sea flowers. Traditionally, this undersea palace,
which included the god’s stables of fine white
horses, was located near Aegae in Euboea. Seemingly
not content with the seas alone, Poseidon often
interfered in the plans of Zeus, and once even
attempted to overthrow his brother with the aid
of Hera and Athena. It was as punishment for this
treachery that Poseidon was made to build the
magnificent walls of Troy.

3. * Athena

Goddess of wisdom, war and the crafts, and
favourite daughter of Zeus, Athena was, perhaps,
the wisest, most courageous, and certainly the
most resourceful of the Olympian gods.

Zeus was told that his son would take his throne
from him, just as he had taken power from his
father Cronus. Accordingly, when Metis was pregnant,
he swallowed her and Athena was born from Zeus’ head,
wearing armour and fully grown. A popular theme in
ancient Greek art, Hephaistos is often depicted in
the role of midwife, splitting Zeus’ head with an axe.

Epithets of Athena include Pallas (girl) and
Parthenos (virgin), living up to which, she is
conspicuous amongst the gods of Greek mythology for
not indulging in illicit relationships with other
divinities, demigods, or mortals. Other epithets
were Promachos (of war) - perhaps referring to more
patriotic, defensive, and strategic warfare, rather
than attacking warfare, in contrast to her more
aggressive, conflict-loving brother Ares, Ergane
(of the crafts), and Nike (victory).

************************************************** *******

Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part One

(I.)

Thus to blindness, the fallen god was blindly bound
In a blacken tragedy, doomed to darken earth:
Nature then refused to its soothing music sound
That of existence, death of its infinite worth
No great power to approach with pitiless pleas
As those of mortal flesh, immense creative fight
Rule all, even unto the depths of Neptune's seas
Olympus crushed by the weight of marvelous might!
Lo! Such powers in magnificent hopes and dreams
Passions that, evoke creativity's towers
The malevolence of thought brought destructive schemes
Time cast infinite blades to end the gods' powers
To be the last Olympic god to break and fall
In ever-growing shame, of all that was thus lost
Cast to this earthen realm- so pitifully small
To slumber deep, waking only to hoary frost!
Naked, cold, arms and armor were taken away
Silence and apathy both as sad, newfound friends
Newfound tribulations born each and every day
Discovering accursed void, that final end
He the last olden god, first felt dooming decay
That which was created an inferior toy
Stole light and thunder in some mysterious way
Becoming monolith, hellbent to all destroy!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.

(II.)

Within invisible winds the old god cursed
Fate and its delight in a wrathful new pursuit
Had not even the gods its vanities nursed
Feeding it, tho' their immense powers it dilutes
O the deep heartbreak, that even the gods can ere
By accepting the golden crown gifted by Fate
Admitting the magnificent beauty of her
While failing to realize, such a fatal date!
Had not even Cronus once bowed to epic might
All the lesser gods submitted unto his will
And he that molded beauty of Athena's sight
He upon the earth, set man's life to overspill
Was not such wisdom and gifts deserving of more
Then his current sad and miserable plight
Of being cast down upon these cold earthen shores
While humanity revels in its future bright!
Nay! Such that justice must move forward to forbid
These machinations granting man immense powers
The horror Fate had from the olden gods this hid
Future curse of seeding mankind its dark towers
He knelt, asking the universe to now be kind
Reminding Time and Fate of his many good deeds
That of casting beauty into man's puny mind
And therein setting the birth of romantic seeds!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,
10-31-2020.
In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron
Finally first half completed...(Part One)
Part Two- has begun-
The first four verses composed...
To be completed as --TIME-- may allow...
possibility of an extension reserved, but
unlikely....God bless...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-06-2020, 06:05 PM

Poem Doubles, Part One

The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-05- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses

**********

The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.

I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm a man's right not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-05- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-06-2020, 06:26 PM

Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, completed 11-06-2020.

Note:
My son suggested that I write more, that I compose the aftermath after the fallen god fled. And bring it all into the present day - with the earth -this world, and its continued slide into destruction, darkness, and apathy. That is not a bad idea and surprised me that a 13-year-old kid saw that possibility. I gave
him no answer because my life now is in such a state as I am unsure if I have the time and the needed ability/inspiration to tackle such a project. I am sad that with his keen mind he has chosen not
to write poetry. Instead of spending his free time playing video games.

Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part Two

(III.)

Alas! Cold silence, the depths of darkening wrath
Came to invade the fallen god's newborn nightmare
Waking to find agony and his earthen path
Twas his penalty for flouting Fate without care
Standing upon mountains created by his words
The vanquished God in disgust looked at earth's sad plight
Its wickedness, the apathy of its vast herds
As he saw, "only savage darkness comes from might"!
In newfound revelation, deep regret set in
Time laughed at his great folly and his sad dismay
He now saw his mistake giving power to men
Gifting Fate its method to increase its decay
Blinded to his ever-faithful enemy Time
Its unification with Fate, invincible
Alas! Was his epic blindness his greatest crime
From the Hidden had then burst the invisible!
Wisdom and sight had arrived but both were too late
All were mysterious acts of the great Unknown
He had never thought Time would find its true soulmate
With Fate unite to infect earth, all he had grown
As years of isolation sapped his god-powers
And far greater man's belligerence contempt grew
Upon earth, mankind built its dark massive towers
With ever greater wrecking its treasures accrue!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.

(IV.)

Looking back the fallen god finally shed tears
Not for his coming demise but for what was lost
How the universe now suddenly switched its gears
And in its wake, the olden gods had paid the costs
In crying loneliness, he saw earth's newest scenes
How these mortals his paradise sought to destroy
As they with pride strut around with a peacock's preen
And dare to slash his garden as if a mere toy!
That night the old god sought out the deepest abyss
Determined to flee, to never look back at all
In dying sorrows, swearing man to never miss
Cursing fervently mankind, its arrogant gall
As morn's bright sun its radiant rays cast anew
The last fallen god imagined a place of dark
For Time and Fate had both given their sweet adieu
Sealing that trek upon which he must now embark!
Earth was teeming, dark days basking in man's decrees
Paying no heed to the last fallen god's leaving
Mankind was too busy poisoning earth, and seas
To stop its lustful greed to ever start grieving
O the horror as the fallen god did look back
To find that the mortals were warring yet again
With its cuts, slashing, ripping, and great deceiving
Splash what was beautiful with its hideous stains!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.

Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, poem is now completed 11-06-2020.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-26-2020, 06:57 PM

Poem Doubles

The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses

The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.

I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm a man's right not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-12-2020, 11:24 PM

Dreams That Only The Shadow And I Know

He walked with me in innocent youth
He but a rascal, a mere shade of truth
Yet whether brighter morn or dark of night
He knew, my aspirations, oft my plight
Never were his elegant moves random
We seemed to dance about in tandem
Yet as much as I saw I never knew
If we but one or if we were but two.

That dawn we walked the woods to enjoy
He but a shadow, I but a mere boy
Yes, between us was a most solemn bond
We were of each other so very fond
Lately his gate was uneasy and slow
Yet still he went wherever I would go
That night, I woke seeing him slip away
I cried out, come on back please, please stay.

Dawn came and the invisible space came
It arrived in silence, played no game
Too oft it invaded my searching heart
Somehow easily tore my soul apart
I bowed and begged for a reprieve
Because the silence set echoes to deceive
Now a man, my shadow friend I so miss
When at night I hear eerie silence hiss.

He walked with me in innocent youth
He but a rascal, a mere shade of truth
Yet whether brighter morn or dark of night
He knew, my aspirations, oft my plight
Never were his elegant moves random
We seemed to dance about in tandem
Yet as such as I saw, I never knew
If we but one or if we were but two.

R.J. Lindley, June 17th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Light Of Innocence Was Lost )

Old Note: 6/17/1973
What was thus lost cannot be captured again.
Life is funny that way. It gives and it takes.
Sadly what was most precious it seems to take
with a certain kind of morbid glee.

New Note: 12-13-2020
What was lost will never ever return
Oft enlightenment I desire to spurn
Once in youth- shadow was a dear, true friend
Its absence I can no longer pretend.

Add- Decided to bring this old one out
To see the light of day. To walk down memory lane
I was then in 1973 into my 19th year on this old blue marble…
And I remember that innocence was the shield
That fled away far too soon……

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-14-2020, 03:17 PM

Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry
Part One- Ancient Poem Doubles.

Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry

What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air-
That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast
Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair
A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest?

What dancing- across mellow meadows of glistening dew
Grace and flying with eagles, weaving a golden tapestry-
Ancient its rhythm, bold in its magnificent depths so true
A poet soft-tilling verses unto sweetest desired mastery!

What dreaming- life, love and shine of the golden fleece
Youthful wonderment of brave heroes and fairytales
Wisdom from the ages- Gods of the splendor of Greece
Ships, Seafoam, Moby-Dick, and may God save the whales!

What inspiration- hidden paths weaving into the naked heart-
Love and nights lava-hot with ecstasy so intensely sublime
Romanticism that love's depths so sweetly and deeply impart
Although we are always prisoners of the blacken-curse of Time!

What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air-
That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast
Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair
A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest?

R.J. Lindley, Aug. 22nd, 1978
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Heart And Mind Wades Into The Invisible Realms )

********

Behind Prudent Judgement, Rests A Stout Shield

The heart rooted into love's deepest well
The sea bragging of its emerald green,
Dawn and silver dew dance to glowing preen
Love's beauty, a red rose-its sweetest smell.

And yet one must true see, remain alert
For life oft be a dark gauntlet of dark
Wondrous sea tis swelled with hungry sharks
And this dark world promises many hurts.

Be aware that a starving wolf yet prowls
Its fangs eager to sink into hot-bloodied meat
Tis hidden monster the innocent meet
If ignoring warnings of the hoot owl!

Behind prudent judgement, rests a stout shield
For love can sometimes be a fatal trap
Life is not all rosy- oft it is crap
One should live life with faith and never yield!

R.J. Lindley, Nov. 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Life, Thoughts- Lessons Learned )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-16-2020, 10:57 AM

As The Burnt Sun Eases Into The Night
Part Two of Ancient Doubles Poem

Poem Doubles
(3.)
As The Burnt Sun Eases Into The Night

From these tranquil hills, let this soul lay bare,
the dew-laced meadows so proudly sing,
Youth must in its wildest-set-searching play fair
For love and life thrives without the gold ring,

As the red-burnt sun eases into night
darkness comes, grows to be its fearsome mass
Therein flows the beauty of dazzling lights
Into the skies the sweeping heavens pass

This hopeful heart kneels to give sincere thanks
for the bread of life and treasure of love
As the river runs caressing its banks
Nature stands proud smiling at God above.

R.J. Lindley, May 5th, 1978
Rhyme
( Wherein Life Learns To Choose Its Destination )

***********
(4.)
Life Is All About Living, Not Its End

All that night the moon whispered to me
you are born of this world, a weaken flesh
Life is treasure sought -its gems are not free
dream of angels singing and awake fresh

Stir gently the flames burning in your heart
walk a path of which your soul will be proud
Gift the poor old horse, with a lighter cart
sing of love's sweet melody, sing it loud

Welcome dawn's rays as a dear faithful friend
accept its warmth as the earth accepts rain
Life is all about living- not its end
what matters is not the wealth one attains.

R. J. Lindley, May 18th, 1978
Rhyme
( Long Conversation With A Lonely Moon )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-17-2020, 06:21 PM

Love Weighs Souls, Says Both Hearts And God Above

They say that the human soul has no weight
They that have not felt heavy hand of fate
Shouting man is born but a fleshly shell
And there is no heaven, there is no Hell
The soul once broken sets a heavy load
As many a crushed heart has showed
We are more than what we see- skin and bones
More than our chatter on our telephones!
Soul in mourning bears the weight of the world
Crushed by weight of boulders Fate hurled
Within man rests that which cannot be seen
Infinite depths not shown on any screen
An invisible link- soul, heart and mind
A unique force- a most passionate kind
A seed sprouting in the soul to emerge
That which becomes a very human urge!

Look at life, the in-between set by Fate
Soul connection, that lovers can relate
Far more than a mere desire or a spell
A power thus born- oft nothing can quell
Yes, the invisible soul does have weight
Its great power is it can alter Fate
I should know that well, it did so with mine
Freed both hearts, gave us love on which to dine
Proof is in the pudding, or so they say
We both have sworn love until our dying day
As dawn's breath each golden beam brings anew
That dearest paradise found by we two
I thank God and willing soul when I pray
With the sincerest words a man can say
For that blessing of life and her sweet love
Love weighs souls, says our hearts and God above.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-18-2020
Rhyme, ( Of The Light Found And Proof In The Pudding )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-19-2020, 10:48 AM

Thus Born, A Light, A Blessing Of Inspiration

And he from the mountaintop knelt to shout
To the magnificent creatures below
As if pouring Life-water from a spout
He in his sorrows cried in the snow,
O' God have this, thine sweet mercy on me
He that in his youth walked dead and blind
For now thy light hath set him free
Sending life, love, hope - clarity of mind.

Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.

Once a beast seeking dark ravenous meals
He that savored bad, the forbidden
Caring not for love, or how others feel
Built he walls to keep his sorrows hidden,
Allowing darkness all his joy to steal
Traversing twixt pale light and black of night
Ignoring those evil wounds love could heal
Never seeing the path cast by true light.

Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.

From the highest heavens, a voice then came
Sounding in true harmony and soft glee
I am the giver, creator- hear my name
Tis I that now speaks to the soul in thee,
Rise thee from that whitecapped mountain peak
Live again amongst life and mortal men
Accept these words, live not so lost and weak
Give due praise and thus walk thee true again.

Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.

Rising as the Sun its golden rays cast
He obeyed, starting his life anew
Knowing divine sent redemption must last
He praised life and the bright sky so blue,
With blessings of God and eternal light
Love entered his soul, his heart awoke
What was once such an impossible fight
Then became merely a cast off dark yoke.

Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-19, 2020
Rhyme,
( Born from aching sky- a vision , a light- a blessing )
Dedicated to my friend- Greg Barden….

Note: This poem composed this morn was
inspired by my having read Greg Barden's
fine new poem titled----- ""Aching Sky""
to his magnificent rhyming creation--
I found inspiration to create this new piece.
As tribute to that which gave such inspiration,
and the God given blessing of poetry set within
this old soul's heart. -RJL

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-21-2020, 09:08 PM

Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody
Part Three of Ancient doubles poems

(5.)
Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody

Bright heavens are sewing new stars tonight
While earth churns its deep seas and pauses not
Sleep the children, all tucked in so tight
We thank God for life and our humble lot.

The wandering moon its beams freely sends
The sky broadens to gift its golden rays
Nature its great beautiful bounty tends
Light streams down as night critters are at play.

The wafting breeze its dancing waltz bestirs
As gentle hours caress this lonely heart
Once these long sadden years cast a dark blur
Until this night refused a new start.

Tonight the Heavens sing a Melody.
Of Love, Life and Blissful Eternity.

R.J. Lindley, Dec. 15th 1978
Sonnet

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(6.)
After Love Lost Its Bright Vanishing Light

Now when the dew glitters the ground
I remember your eyes and weep,
My brain aches my sad heart hard pounds
I pray ceaselessly in my sleep
Nay- not for the beauty so lost
You made the heavens again shine
While I became the dying frost,
And on agony sat to dine.

Soon the play ends, the curtain falls
Yet this brief moment we still see
From the grieving seas your heart calls
To I that prays on bended knees
My angel, my darling- my all
Pray I, your hear this sincere plea.

With you here and our life anew
Paradise will our souls entwine
For me, there exists none but you
We both drank passion's sweetest wine
Dawn, I wake and morn's echoes bring
Memory of our midnight kiss
I see your face, my angel sings
Tears fall, for the love I so miss.

R. J. Lindley, Dec. 5th 1978
Rhyme, ( Memory Of A Love That Vanished )

Note: This is the third and final offering
of ancient poetic doubles. Poems composed
42 years ago when I was a very young
24 years old. Still untarnished in my innocence
in regards to the dark ways of the wicked world.
I was learning even then about heartache,
misery and how many aches and pains and
sorrows can come upon a lost soul. One as
yet ready to seek the much needed light.
A poet that wrote and wrote =yet kept it
hidden. Life went on- I changed and now
regret not pursuing a career as a writer.
Paths not chosen, life is full of them and
the--what ifs-- that they bring.
God bless, Merry Christmas to all the
many kind talented and wonderful poets
here!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-23-2020, 01:41 PM

That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils, Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path
(2.) Dylan Thomas | Poetry Foundation

(3.) Dylan Thomas - Dylan Thomas Biography - Poem Hunter

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My Tribute Poem:

That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils,
(Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path)

That death, dark and dread of night, mortal souls oft vex
In anger, Fate its massive powers too oft flex
Yet there within meadows, beauty its powers grows
As in heart of winter's spirit blows whitest snows
Man can but deny the light and thus misbehave
Walk the horrendous maze- so seeking what he craves
All is not dark and dreary, some light must break through
We of mere flesh and bones -we too have our just dues!

That life extends its seeds beyond our mortal coils
To bring bountiful fruits from world's abundant soils
All cannot be perfect, there must be some dark blight
Man lives within evil's savage and wicked sights
Beneath skies blue or else frothing with angry storms
All is daily life with its oft mysteries norms
This truth, we are destined to one day depart
Despite our wishes, those pleadings from crying hearts!

That love a magnificent gift, oft healing balm
We ever seek a life that is peaceful and calm
A true soulmate, one to cherish with bated breath
A faithful companion - to love until our death
Such is a part of man, a part of destiny
Fact of life, tho' we ever seek eternity
Heaven smiles unto we of mere mortal desires
And in divine light bathe us in its holy fires!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2020
Rhyme, ( Set Sail, The Sea Is Calm And The Sky Softest Blue )

Note: This blog, this poem both are inspired by a dream
I had a few nights ago. Has taken three days to get this
completed-seems it needs more. Truth is that I have no
more in me as of now. Thus accepting my lack of ability
I must make do as is now created. And abandon the second
poem that I had hoped to be able to compose to honor
Dylan Thomas. If Fate destines that second tribute poem
comes to me later- rest assured I will ink it and present it.
God bless and Merry Christmas to all..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-24-2020, 05:41 PM

Sometimes Saddest Endings, Are The Righteous Remedy

There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end
A righteous river, drowned my only friend
Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end
He was no lamb, so let us not pretend
A dark rascal, a hard-hearted lost soul
Vagabond, traveler on wicked paths
Full of his greed, treasure his only goal
Walked he blind from his deep angry wrath!

He that was once friend, a very fine man
Sailed his ship straight, blessing dawn's treasure
Yet in him was evil born from his clan
A wild streak tossed in for good measure
I too, walked in the dark by his side
Thinking we were true heroes on the loose
I left, its evil I could not abide
He said - "too tame, rather die by the noose"!

I heard he went up North for a short spell
Found a pretty gal, settled down a bit
She then left him- in a deep pit of hell
And the bottle he so soon after hit
So sad that his redemption was lost
In misery, he vowed, world shall pay
He, my friend, then paid a heavy cost
He wed the dark -hiding from light of day!

There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end
A righteous river, drowned my only friend
Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end
He was no lamb, so let us not pretend!

Robert J. Lindley,
July 2nd, 1980
(As seen the end came, life moved ever onward )

Old Note: July 2nd, 1980

Hold the horses, sun its flame yet burns bright
There in the coming dusk, shadows of night
A whisper of something, a fleeing word
An old poet just begging to be heard
His pen racing across paper so white
O' the wicked beasts it did so hard smite

And within the shadows, a voice sounded
You offend, into dust will be grounded
I that reach from darkness, your soul will eat
I that sing forth blackness, no man defeats
Set thy pen aside, bow to worship me
Else, I will drown you in the darkest sea.

The reply came it was quite sharp and quick.
It was- "choose thy sword- I give you first pick".

New note- 12-24-2020

Forty years -my how they have swiftly flown
Yes, sad tragedies, such I have thus known
True, your raging sword has slain many men
Yet it has not dulled this poet's brave pen…...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-26-2020, 06:37 PM

May Midnight Dark Devour This Cursed Threnody

May midnight dark devour this cursed threnody
Sweet dreams, felled on "cusp of victory"
Youthful wonderment through the heavens flew
Alas! Destined was the loss of you!

Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!

May Time into the darkest abyss cast
These savage sorrows- horrors of the past
And dawn, with its light and soft, soothing breath
Relieve this lost soul before "hour of death"!

Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!

May life allow mercy of this sad plea
Gift desire to kindly remember me
As I once stood, not now this dying heap
And perhaps a few falling tears then weep!

Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!

May this deep sorrow not destroy life's all
As my heart of hearts, I answer love's call
The whispering wind - this love carry swift
My last words- my love of her, my last gift!

Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!

R.J. Lindley, Feb, 26- 1973
Rhyme, dark- ( A loss, a lament- a weeping sorrow )

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Be Steadfast, Stand To Heart And Soul Expose

From within the soul it illuminates
Filling eager heart, active mind aglow
Ink soaked paper it penetrates
Oft soft as the beauty of falling snow.

Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!

Blessing, a treasure, from cradle of Art
Allow your heart its sweetest of release
Write, feel, express, dare - grab a pen and start
Please do, join in and never ever cease.

Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!

Wake to a new dawn, rise to dare to write
Beauty lies waiting to be revealed
Cast dancing verses- set out to delight
From soul's vaults compose poems and be thrilled

Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!

From within the soul it illuminates
Filling eager heart, active mind aglow
Ink soaked paper it penetrates
Oft soft as the beauty of falling snow.

Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!

Robert J. Lindley- 12-26-2020
Rhyme,

Note: 1
Wake unto a new dawn a blessing true
Let out into this world, deep thoughts in you
With fortitude and zeal, paper and pen
Give us your very best, write, write- begin
You may just feel much better if you do.

Note: 2
Early this morn my son asked me-- Dad why do you write poetry?
I told him , ok son-- I will write my answer as a poem.
Then you read it and tell me if you agree it merits as an answer
and then express your true thoughts on my answer and my time
I spend doing that. He gave only very positive replies on both counts.
Today started out good and then just got so much better.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-29-2020, 10:57 PM

Man Is More Than A Vessel Stranded Out At Sea, Second Tribute Poem to Dylan Thomas
From blog,
That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils,
Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path

My Dylan Tribute poem,
Second poem

Man Is More Than A Vessel Stranded Out At Sea,
Second Tribute Poem to Dylan Thomas

That life may floweth into sad years of old age
Flailing against savage cuts that bring frothing rage
We in our mortal weakness are but flesh and bone
Oft sailing within storms as world's darkness is blown
Seeking life and wonderment on every page
Even if a lost actor on an empty stage
Railing against Time and Fate, and the great unknown
Only to have dreams trampled and peace overthrown!

Whether in the midst of ones' life and joy thus brought
Or befuddled by the chaos of lies when caught
Heart and soul must act as caretaker of ones' life
Wake to thank the morn, overcome the daily strife
Remember that life is a most precious gift
And life sets mystic patterns that eternally shift
Look at the beaming sun, speak well thanking each day
Search for happiness with sincere praise bow to pray!

In this mortal life walk a true and peaceful path
Try to avoid those steeped in rampaging wrath
Search deep for the magnificent bounty of love
Ever look skyward, plead for blessings from above
Hold to the wisdom- life tis a sweet gift from God
For the truth is upon this dark earth we must trod
Man is more than a vessel stranded out at sea
There is a close link between Heaven, God and thee!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2020
Rhyme, ( In Life, Good And Bad Are The Perils We Must Face )
Second Tribute poem to Dylan Thomas..

Note :
After being stumped for days -this came to me this morn.
Spent the day, rewriting and editing. Finally decided that
this is it. As a poet I have said what I wanted and thus
honored the man, the poet as to the best of my ability
to do so… This came after 3 other poems were written
and then trashed.. God bless..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-31-2020, 10:45 AM

Note-

Even in the darkest of times, light penetrates to gift hope.

And that hope has saved many a life, as it oft is divinely sent.

Meant To Be, Therefore Will Forever Last

Heaven was her first soft, passionate kiss
Begging, beg I for more, far more of this
Night's splendor, in her silk covered bed
Treasure, promise that one day we would wed
Live out our lives, loving our Fated trek
Without her this poor soul would be a wreck.

Heaven was her laugh, her beaming bright smile
Her perfume, her traveling in grand style
Her pretty tanned face, those sexy legs
Such rare beauty would make any man beg
Blessing that we were matched as a pair
Destined to our married lives share.

Heaven was her asking me on a date
Some say mere chance, I call it Hand of Fate
In life we are blessed, oft know not why
Love comes as a gift from Heavenly sky
I believe our love was Heavenly cast
Meant to be, therefore will forever last.

Heaven sent me a sweet angel divine.
Our lives blessed and as romance defines.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2020
Romanticism, ( When Fate finally gaveth of its golden treasures )

Note:
Seeking to end this year on a high note
I decided to compose a new poem about
The dear blessing, the true love of my life
I know this very dark and tragically sad year,
Has brought from me many dark poems-
Yet this last poem of this depressive year
Shall be one of hope, blessing, romance,
family and a gift that was most assuredly
Heaven sent. My darling beautiful wife,
and our blessed Family. My blessing of
Being a poet and having the honor to
Gift words unto this world, with the hope
That such helps others and may inspire
New, young writers to venture forth, write
And thus give of heart and soul to benefit
others. If so- my time spent was not in vain.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

edit-- Awarded poem of the day. January 01, 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-13-2021, 07:30 PM

Life Fled As I Sought Yet Another Day,
( verses born from the illusion of immortality, 1977)
Part One

As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

Yes, youth was fine in days of dust,
Love its great bounty sought, a must,
Little thought of the later pay
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

World was a ride, its glory great,
Of its sweetest pleasures I ate,
I that went about my own way,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

I a warrior born by birth,
A child of heart, a child of earth,
A lone vagabond as they say
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

A true joy, my shadow and I,
Wanderer beneath heavenly sky,
Hellbent to do just as I may,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

O' sweet future lay at my feet,
As I sought coming death to cheat,
Fate cried, " No more can you stay"
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."

Robert J. Lindley, March 5th, 1977
Rhyme, ( To live, love and dream, a life )
Presented 1-13-2021

Note: deleted

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-15-2021, 11:01 PM

Ancient Doubles

Prayers Uttered And Hours Missing You,
Ancient Doubles

Sing, sing of the sadness and lonely hour
Of cold rain and its shivering shower
Empty bed and those nights forever lost
Dawn's aches, sprinkles of glittering frost.

Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.

Sing, sing of love's inspiration given
Our times, our love of together livin'
Our future treasures, what we have now lost
Our new sorrows what living apart costs.

Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.

Sing, sing about nights of heavenly delight
Glory of love, long before our last fight
Waking to enjoy summer's blessed day
Both our vows to forever in love stay.

Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.

Sing, sing my dear- of our life and our love
How we both knelt and thanked God above
The times we so missed each other's touch
How once we had romance, so very much.

Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.

R.J. Lindley, Nov. 8th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Heartache and loss, when the world has crashed.)

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In Arrogance This World We Think We Made

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

Mother Nature casts a condemning eye
Soon fall splashing tears from a wailing sky
The bird changes into a human form
Life declares- yes this is another norm.

O' but mortals such can never believe
We live in a world born to deceive
Here fantasy is a fool's great parade
In arrogance this world we think we made.

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

R.J. Lindley, Nov. 15th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Through the dark, a dim look taken )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-16-2021, 11:10 PM

Drink, Drink Of Pen, Paper And Poet's Ink

Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink, in heart and soul let wonder spill
As snow-white mountain looks at lowly hills
As radiant sun shines from the far east
Life and love- romance a bountiful feast
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink , drink, see the mind, a new poet born
As earth flows with the gleanings of soft morn
And world spins into the coming parade
Poet warrior sharpens his trusty blade
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink, let eager spirit dare to flee
As inner thoughts splash in bright rainbow seas
And the painter inks a great masterpiece
Verses birthed that bring needed release
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

R.J. Lindley, June 16th, 1979
Rhyme, ( As midnight verses are born, a release )

Note:
When heart and pen call the soul to obey
When spirit steps up to enter the fray
Poet must decide if verse-fruit is sweet
Poetry exists with no way to cheat
Oft times it glitters as a golden fleece
And nirvana - comes a peaceful release.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-17-2021, 02:59 PM

In Arrogance This World We Think We Made

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

Mother Nature casts a condemning eye
Soon fall splashing tears from a wailing sky
The bird changes into a human form
Life declares- yes this is another norm.

O' but mortals such can never believe
We live in a world born to deceive
Here fantasy is a fool's great parade
In arrogance this world we think we made.

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

R.J. Lindley, Nov. 15th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Through the dark, a dim look taken )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-20-2021, 08:31 PM

The First Gathering, The Wrath, The Return Of Zeus
Poet's Notes

Reference note: Ares

Unlike his Roman counterpart, Mars, he was never very popular, and his worship was not extensive in Greece. He represented the distasteful aspects of brutal warfare and slaughter. From at least the time of Homer—who established him as the son of the chief god, Zeus, and Hera, his consort—Ares was one of the Olympian deities; his fellow gods and even his parents, however, were not fond of him (Iliad, Book V, 889 ff.). Nonetheless, he was accompanied in battle, by his sister Eris (Strife) and his sons (by Aphrodite) Phobos and Deimos (Panic and Rout). Also associated with him were two lesser war deities: Enyalius, who is virtually identical with Ares himself, and Enyo, a female counterpart.

Ares’ worship was largely in the northern areas of Greece, and, although devoid of the social, moral, and theological associations usual with major deities, his cult had many interesting local features. At Sparta, in early times, at least, human sacrifices were made to him from among the prisoners of war. In addition, a nocturnal offering of dogs—an unusual sacrificial victim, which might indicate a chthonic (infernal) deity—was made to him as Enyalius. During his festival at Geronthrae in Laconia, no women were allowed in the sacred grove, but at Tegea he was honoured in a special women’s sacrifice as Gynaikothoinas (“Entertainer of Women”). At Athens he had a temple at the foot of the Areopagus (“Ares’ Hill”).

Ares
Ares
Ares, classical sculpture; in the National Roman Museum, Rome.
Anderson—Alinari/Art Resource, New York
The mythology surrounding the figure of Ares is not extensive. He was associated with Aphrodite from earliest times; in fact, Aphrodite was known locally (e.g., at Sparta) as a war goddess, apparently an early facet of her character. Occasionally, Aphrodite was Ares’ legitimate wife, and by her he fathered Deimos, Phobos (who accompanied him into battle), Harmonia, and—as first told by Simonides in the 6th century BCE—Eros, god of love. By Aglauros, the daughter of Cecrops, he was the father of Alcippe. He was the sire of at least three of Heracles’ adversaries: Cycnus, Lycaon, and Diomedes of Thrace. On vases, Ares is usually the typical armed warrior. The Parthenon frieze contains a group of Olympians, among whom Ares, in unwarlike garb, has been tentatively identified. He also appears on the great frieze of the altar at Pergamum.

The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
This article was most recently revised and updated by Alicja Zelazko, Assistant Editor.

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The First Gathering, The Wrath, The Return Of Zeus

Else the throngs of mortals find the truth,

teeming in the angry hordes they may,

forget to pay alms and worship us all,

instead learn to burn their own flame;

Dare they become gods of their own creation,

rule as they may with greater might

see in the night sky a greater heaven

with blinded power plot another course-

once lit the fires of power will never cease

our reign will quickly fade!

Then spoke Ares,

brothers the answer is war

we must teach them war is the way

that greed and lust are to be glorified

that obtaining ever greater wealth the true goal,

we dare not do otherwise

Aphrodite then rose,

Her beauty awed even the Gods,

She laughed and declared

war is not the answer

we must gift those of mortal flesh

love, carnal pleasures

and nights of heavenly delights

they may then build more temples in my name

and marvel at our divine wisdom

Hera could stand no more,

how dare they ignore her power

not consult her in this new game

knowing mighty Zeus was galaxies away

She sought to gain more influence with the lesser Gods

as her jealousies were legion and her heart as cold as the frozen North

she bellowed, punish them is the way

plagues and pestilence to ride along with- War

let Death exert its powers!

Phobos and Deimos next rose to speak,

in unison favoring Hera's dark call

and their father's passion for - War

singing of the beauty of blood and gore

the humbling of all mankind

that they would again pray to the mighty gods

look to Olympus and bow in enslavement;

At that moment,

a lightning bolt struck the temple pillars

from above an angry voice roared - Cease!

you have angered he that must never be challenged

I Zeus, will allow none of your wicked schemes

bow now to me,

so my wrath may subside

and banishment from Olympus may not be on your heads

As all bowed,

Zeus appeared, with his blazing sword drawn

these earthbound creatures of weaken flesh are mine

war is allowed only when I command

Ares, leave now else the fires of my wrath I may sate

as Ares fled, Hera hurriedly walked away

Phobos and Deimos begged for forgiveness

mighty Zeus calmed.

Below the city saw the fires of the volcano erupt

the citizens all fell into a panic

crying out, mighty Zeus please save us

suddenly the eruptions ceased

the masses raced into the temples

giving thanks and paying alms

Zeus smiled and said,

now graze on the bounty below

know this, your time shall come

war and death will be your swords

greed and lust shall rule

and you too will then feel the

pain and the immense darkness of being gods!

Then Death spoke,

Zeus, you live a thousand years as a day

your time shall one day come

my power shall vanquish yours

enjoy this fleeting moment

for yours and man's future holds many surprises.

Silence reigned, centuries flew by

and in the echoes of yesterdays

dark whispers and sadness in hidden realms hold sway.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2021
Classicism, ( A mythological tale born of inspiration and poetic musings )

Note -
My having yesterday read Keith O.J. Hunt's magnificent poem titled,
"Land of the seven suns" stirred my soul and woke my muse.
When my muse shouted wake from thy abandonment of hope,
Pick up pen and let the dead gods of old speak!
I was shocked at the passion the muse displayed'
And with some apprehension did as I was bade to do.
Giving thanks to my dear friend Keith. Such inspiration is indeed
A golden gift.

Quotes:

Zeus does not bring all men’s plans to fulfillment.
– Homer

Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
– Aeschylus

In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent.
– Toni Morrison

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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Date: 1/24/2021 10:37:00 AM
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*And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells. *While the blinded throngs hide under sad stones. *From the deepest pits come magical spells. * To birth new sins from which we must atone. *Blackness, its powers hold millions as slaves. *As this world races towards its near doom.* Freed from our chains by sleeping in new graves. *We marvel at our spacious new room......... Just had to get this one in... Came to me like a shot..
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Date: 1/23/2021 12:47:00 AM
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Superb! The depth of knowledge and expertise here is incredible, (though your "usual" par excellance), and you have woven it with such imagery and phrasing that leaves one craving more! And look at all the comments - you are still revered here, my friend, and rightly so ... it heartens me to see it! ( I have five comments COMBINED from my last SIX poems, though I feel I'm writing better than ever - it is discouraging, though I try to let it go). Blessings, Brother!
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:49:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Yes, seems to me too oft many great poems are ignored or not given their just dues. Maybe it is the volume of new poetry flowing in. I have no clue why oft truly great poetry is not comment on. Covid, and other factors play a part. Know this, I myself wish that I could write as well as you do... Keep writing my friend, your poems will definitely stand the test of time!! God bless.
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Date: 1/22/2021 8:36:00 PM
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Robert, A tacit telling of the foibles of heaven and earth. In all under the stars we're weighed, measured, and found wanting. Even toward a better doom. -Richard
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:45:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. You have summed it up so very well. From history, from mythology we can learn so very much. To me it is a true shame that our public schools have fled away from that, imho. Sad that poetry is being placed further and further away from the young students' minds.. As is the proper teaching of Literature, imho. A sad path to have taken but such is the growth of so-called modern enlightenment. God bless...
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Date: 1/22/2021 1:41:00 PM
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I agree with Emile and Chantelle...a MASTERPIECE, my friend, ~ Elaine
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:41:00 AM
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Thank you mu friend. I hope you will read my new poem presented this morn and perhaps enjoy it as well. It is from 1993 and inspired by a verse from Alice In Chains song, the title-- Man In Chains. As such moved me very deeply because I too was once was in chains. I was blessed to have found the light that broke my chains.. And to have survived to carry on with a new life, new hope and a new journey through this far too oft dark world. God bless..
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Date: 1/22/2021 10:50:00 AM
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A surreal rhapsody of poetic color that fills the canvas of the mind, with it’s stoic beauty! A true masterpiece my friend, Emile
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:36:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. I love that description- "stoic beauty"! Truly a gift and much appreciated my friend. This poem being a current creation such gives me hope that I have not lost my way! God bless..
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Date: 1/22/2021 8:01:00 AM
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An absolute Masterpiece Robert! I agree with Line. You are an exalted poet. This is a Fave for me. Such beautiful writing with profound truth and insight. God bless you dear friend! Chantelle hugs
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:33:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Especially for the fav too. We as a people should study and learn more from history, imho. Should definitely study, teach more about poetry in our schools. Sad part is that the schools are still moving away from that. Literature is every bit as important to our culture/kids as is math, science and history. God bless..
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Date: 1/21/2021 2:17:00 PM
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Robert, you certainly rank among the erudite. The series of tributes you create are amazing ~
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:30:00 AM
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Thank you my friend, your comment is indeed a very much appreciated gift. I have slowed down as of late because of family matters and also my own health issues. But I do try my best to still write, read, reply contribute and be a part of this the best poetry on the internet. Best because of its many very fine poets! God bless..
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Date: 1/21/2021 10:22:00 AM
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Nothing of greatness has ever been achieved nor will with war. The taking of territories and material treasures, always brings death and destruction, mostly to those who do not ask nor wish to participate in war. The Gods fought just as men in these fables from the past; one day our civilization will be a fable. Let us hope the great libraries and records full of us, are not burnt to cinders. Aphrodite seemed to possess not only beauty but what some may refer to as the Christ Consciousness. As always Lindley, on point.
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:27:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Yes it most certainly has an element of "Christ Consciousness" within its verses and theme. As such can not be omitted from the history and advancement of mankind. Nor that of the subject of the ancient pagan religions/ mythologies, etc. When one points out the dark they must also shine the light. Greek mythology has always fascinated me and I have written many poems based ion that theme. Maybe a few dozens over time not presented here. God bless.
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Date: 1/21/2021 11:17:00 AM
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Trust all well on the homefront with your beautiful, brave wife (and son). For you, "They say Aslan is on the move, perhaps he has already landed..." Keep the faith. xx
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Date: 1/21/2021 3:46:00 AM
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Hello Robert, quite an outstanding verse. Wonderfully complex! I think you are a genius with your heavenly, mythological pen. Plus an educator as well. Love, Panagiota- xxxooo
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:22:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. I was lucky to have had so very many excellent teachers from my school years over 5 decades ago. Back when literature was taught and taught very well , imho. Why even poetry was taught in high school and even in elementary school back then! God bless...
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Date: 1/21/2021 2:02:00 AM
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Greek mythology is always an interesting subject that draws the reader in Robert, you never disappoint us and your muse was well inspired.So well written. Tom
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:20:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. I am so glad to be able to get back here to reply, and post my new blog and a new poem grabbed from my poetry archive.. God bless..
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Date: 1/21/2021 12:54:00 AM
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Poetry from a long time ago, yet i read into each god, today. Extremely well wrote poetry Robert, and so interesting. The subject matter superb.....
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:18:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Your words cheer this old poet and are indeed a gift. We in this modern world can learn much from history, ancient Greece, mythology , philosophers, historians and poets. Too bad that our modern public schools have fled away from that.. God bless.
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Date: 1/20/2021 8:45:00 PM
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Well written, my friend!
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:15:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. I have written many poems based on mythology, Greek, Roman, Viking, Native American. Definitely a favorite subject of mine and one that contains a treasure trove of inspiration. God bless..
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A well composed poem, Robert, thank you for drawing my attention towards it, may you write many more such strong poetry:)
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:13:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. I truly believe this modern world should look back to the old poets more! And as well look back to Greece and Athens for the enlightenment gifted the world. Far too much of what we think is profound thinking is actually a grievous error in vanity. History teaches that reality if it is studied and properly analyzed. Poetry teaches as well, when it has purpose and is created to give, to teach , to be true art. God bless.
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Mythology is so fascinating to me. "Aphrodite declared, war is not the answer" I would have to agree with part of her thoughts. "Carnal Pleasures" is not the answer, but love is. Seems War is the answer in our world today. So sad indeed. You have created a Masterpiece my dear friend. This is so beautifully written and presented. My best to you. ~ Brandy
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:09:00 AM
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Thank you my friend, we can learn a lot from Greek/Roman mythology. So much about what lead up to the enlightenment given to us by Greece, Athens in particular and its famous Orators, philosophers, poets, sculptors, painters and other artisans. I to this day still study that. As is evident by many of my poems both old and new..

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01-20-2021, 10:48 PM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-20-2021, 11:39 PM

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Quotes:

Zeus does not bring all men’s plans to fulfillment.
– Homer

Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
– Aeschylus

The Heart Grief Of Memory, World Employs

Man would deny life of its true beauty
Walk in darkness as a fool and a slave
Consider greed and lusts as his duty
And ever the more wealth so deeply crave.

Enslave others to plow as beasts in fields
Deny the freedoms divinely granted
Pillage earth, burn the trees before their yields
And glorify their dark seeds thus planted.

That modern world such so soundly applauds
While its wicked winds destroy the good found
And its craven priests celebrates its frauds
While their great darkness seeps from underground.

Loud the wails of innocence destroyed.
As the greed keeps its faithful employed.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20- 2021
Sonnet

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-24-2021, 11:00 AM

I Was Once The Man Locked In The Box
( Tribute Given To Alice In Chains, "Layne Stayley" )

I was, once a man locked in a box

Begging for a savior smart as a fox

Even better, should my hero be a she

For it was Love that imprisoned me

I need a hero to gift my heart to

A warm loving angel to start life anew

A rare soul to bring out the best in me

For only by true love can I be free.

Pray I, now within these cold metal walls

For sweet forgiveness with my sincere calls

I a prisoner without any chains

Condemned to live heart-broke with my pains

In this mind-made steel cavern all alone

With this empty chill shattering my bones

Need I, a rare beauty to rescue me

For only by true love can I be free.

I was, once a man locked in a box

Begging for a savior smart as a fox

Even better, should my hero be a she

For it was Love that imprisoned me.

Beg I, an angel to come rescue me

For only by true love can I be free.

R.J. Lindley, August 2nd 1993,

Presented. 1-24-2021

Rhyme,

( When so lost, the mind becomes chained in a dark abyss )

Tribute given to the band - Alice In Chains, the song

Titled-- " Man In The Box", singer Layne Stayley

1st Note:

Once the darkness held me in iron chains

So fiercely that I felt not the Spring rains

I was blinded and sealed in my own tomb

Prisoner in a soul breaking black room

My cries came back as waves on poison seas

Useless were my first angry cursing pleas

Only when heart and soul found the true light

Could I start to begin my freedom fight

Beg I, an angel to come rescue me

For only with true love can I be free.

2nd Note:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_in_the_Box

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-25-2021, 10:05 AM

Across Mind's Fertile Fields New Seeds Are Cast

Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.

Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.

Across flowering meadows oak trees grow
Near the lost graveyard where childhood once ran
If, if only, in June's heat cool winds blow
And more pretty girls show off their dark tans.

Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.

Across this great earth, life dances and teems
Sun rewards casting its bright golden rays
If, if only, river gifts cooler streams
We in our youthful zeal may pass our days.

Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.

Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.

Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2021
Rhyme,
( Memories From The Southern Meadows- 1968/1973 - to- 2021 )

Note:
Tis a terrible thing to look back and think of the time that
one once so wasted. Yet as noted- we are what the past has
made us. For better or worse, I survived much and believe
there is a reason for that survival. Perhaps could be as simple
as my writing.
Poetry has been in my blood firmly- as an addiction
- since age 15 - in 1969. The same year that my father died.
Now the ink that courses through these old veins.
Recalls the beginnings, youth and the wild years.
Life was crazy- living , loving, O' the pains.
Poetry cries, yes ink out those tears… ink out those tears.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-28-2021, 10:23 PM

I, Pilgrim Seeking Truth Before The Grave

The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees,

The night so screams,
wailings of humanity's blinded wailings
yet in the gasps, and dying of the dreams
darkness amplifies the mortal failings
and gazing stars cast down glittering beams
on sad empty ships hellbent on sailing,

The night weeps,
are we destined to enjoy dawn's new light
while we took needed pause daring to sleep
our dark world so gifted us greater plights
we of weaken flesh our hopes strive to keep
amidst the rain of such horrific sights,

The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees.

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme

Note:
In this dark world fate lessens man's power,
Setting up prison cells in dark towers
While life races forth into future plains
Evil spreads birthing its usual pains
O' but some in faith dare to believe
True light will destroy all that so deceives.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-30-2021, 04:06 PM

Poetry, That Glorious Unparalleled Art

Enigmatic, invisible forces at play
Tides of mysteries, Fate's unpredictable ways
Numerous casualties- night's vast hidden winds
Future- vagaries all that mortal life portends
Substance of heart and soul inked from eager pen
Ways and wiles- myriad paths, evil held within
Verses born of passion and immutable love
Beauty of moon, stars and vast gleaming lights above!

Poetry, that glorious unparalleled art
Thoughts, dreams, words -emotions from poet's beating heart
Oceans of giving, communicating truth and more
Words that sing, that into ones heart so sweetly bore
Or paint the hopes, dreams and love, special thoughts on life
Perhaps to gift joy, inspire, relieve daily strife
Verses born of passion and immutable love
Beauty of moon, stars and vast gleaming lights above!

Enigmatic, invisible forces at play
Tides of mysteries, Fate's unpredictable ways
Numerous casualties- night's vast hidden winds
Future- vagaries all that mortal life portends.

R.J. Lindley, Feb 5th, 1991
Rhyme, ( From a weekend spent writing )
A gift, a poetry book given me

Note: deleted

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-01-2021, 03:37 PM

This Quest, Was It But A Sad Rage Against The Storm

As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking that elusive rest.

My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.

Where fled the hopeful happiness of tender youth
Dawns of wonderment and prayers of eager soul
The immense pride and dear blessing of seeking truth
Battling the darkness that is vying for control.

My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.

This quest, was it but a sad rage against the storm
Perhaps a hopeless quest soothing vanity's aches
Or futile journey to find a place safe and warm
Or deeper separation from this world of fakes.

My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.

As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking that elusive rest.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2021
Rhyme, ( The search for life's truth and a better tomorrow )
Tribute given to the inspiring poem by Emily Dickinson:
XXVI ("The farthest thunder")-reference poem below-

XXVI

The farthest thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
Indebtedness to oxygen
The chemist may repay,
But not the obligation
To electricity.
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying light.
The thought is quiet as a flake, —
How life's reverberation
Its explanation found!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-03-2021, 01:45 PM

An Awakening, From Darkness Into The Light

As I walked the flame danced in my mouth
I wearied yet the earnest spirit flew.
I a poor lad born and raised in the South,
Had nurtured the anger until immense it grew
In the blackness, I raged seeking my relief;
Yet the surge of power held me firm in its grip
This was the essence of deep pride and belief
A sword, a spear with its soon to be bloody tip
And in my delirium, I cursed infinity
As Fate and Death's black hand soothed my rage
I no longer sought love, life or eternity
My bridges burnt, I sought to rip up every page-
Ignoring morn's bright gleam, I raced ever onward
But a slave to my ever growing dark revenge
As a bomb, a missile fast flying forward
Ready to explode and the entire world singe.

Then came a realization, a bolt from the blue
I was right there standing in front of the grave
Nothing but the grass, the soil between me and you
There and then, your words did my life save;
Son, I am gone but your life is yet to be lived
Conquer your anger, let truth and light relieve
Pray, speak from your heart, accept and forgive
Understand, the darkness was sent to deceive.

I looked to the sky and pleaded for resolution
For I had fought long and great my hatred built
This dark world aided by its poisonous institutions
Having plunged its evil daggers in to the hilt.
Then all grew dim, I woke to be in my warm bed
Asking myself, had I truly been there
All of it had seemed so very real in my head
I rose, to ponder- was it a nightmare sent to scare?

I dressed, made my decision to all this go check
Hoping against hope that it was all true
For truth was my life had long been a wreck
As life had naught but its sorrows threw.
I drove to the graveyard, hoping for a clue
Anything to confirm that I had indeed been there
For in that dream, I had actually talked to you
And felt your love and how much you truly care.

I found no evidence and in dismay walked away
But dad I know the truth of the words you had spoke
So at that very moment, I bowed my head to pray
For a small spark in this grieving heart you had woke
Then I heard a voice say so plain and so clear
You are my son too, now be thee now in peace
I am with you now, always ever so near
I have commanded the darkness its torments to cease.

As I walked that long way back to my car, I then heard
You are my beloved son, I too watch over you
God spoke to you, I too heard God's every word
Always that this great day would come, I prayed for too.

R.J. Lindley, 1976
Narrative

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-05-2021, 01:20 PM

Dare I This, To Such Marvelous Dreams Dream

A baby, once in a small wooden crib,
Humanity's seed, vestige of Adam's rib
I watch as he nurses then falls to sleep
The afternoon sun, beaming golden deep
Quiet spreads, contented soul sets to muse
I wake, he is six now trying on shoes
Lo! I marvel at how fast the years flew
I pray that, he becomes a brave man too
Such that sets himself a poet to be
A great dream, such as once stirred in me.

As night falls, he mumbles rhymes in his sleep
I hear that music, my soul begins to weep
Dare he to such a heavy burden choose
When wicked world and odds say he will loose
I hope, I beg, fruitful blessings on he
And that a sincere poet he may be
A true believer, still a child at heart
One to study the masters, their great art
Promise of a world and a life to grow
Born to feel this deep love, its mighty flow.

May treasures of words fall into his lap
Afternoon sun glows, I wake from my nap
Aghast, I see my son bottle in hand
Yet a baby, 'twas just a loving dream
A magical trip down a wondrous stream
I ponder, do my words his mind compel
And perhaps gift poetry's loving spell
I fear, knowing in dark times it is hell
To him, I shall not such morbid thoughts tell
Tho' I toss coins in that wishing well.

I shall speak of poetry and its gems
As sparrow hawk across blue-cast skies skims
Floating in summer air, happy and free
Just above forest's magnificent trees
And flower meadows singing out that tune
The splendor of bright sunny days in June
And I, his proud father cheering him on
My son, a man, a fine poet now grown
Dare I this, to such marvelous dreams dream
That son and I, one day be such a team!

Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 9th, 2006
Edited, Feb 5th, 2021
Rhyme, ( A Dream And A Great Blessing Once Wished Long Ago )

Note: 2-05-2021
Alas! A dream that has not yet come true
my son now fourteen told me he likes poetry but
thinks writing is not for him.
I ask what then?
He says, Dad, I do not know yet.
I think perhaps a glimmer of hope yet remains,
as he gets older and a bit wiser.
I will let him choose his path in life, but will also
attempt to set him towards writing poetry as a
pastime, a hobby.
Hope being a wonderful thing.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-06-2021, 10:55 AM

Should I Dream For Another Thousand Years

Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient years.

Should I dream, a paradise to reside
Wherein Cupid's arrows so daftly fly
Life and love joining with life to confide
Secrets of earth, beauty of new Spring sky
Time's wicked decay and the reason why.

Should I dream, eternity is my path
A sojourn through this maze, a gentle walk
Seek virgin stream for a renewal bath
Gaze at bright-lit night sky and deign to talk
About youth, folly and my once raging wrath.

Should I dream, my vanity is a scar
Its remedy a mere walk in the park
An early morn trek, one not too, too far
A realization, but one not too stark
As to leave catastrophe's door ajar.

Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient years.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2021
Rhyme, ( Within The Human Soul Rests A Shadow )
Tribute given inspiration gained by my reading
this morn, Alfred Tennyson's truly magnificent poem,
"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal".

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-12-2021, 10:15 AM

When Poet Ponders What Fate Delivers
Quotes: -- " deus ex machina "

""Aristotle praised Euripides, however, for generally ending his plays with bad fortune, which he viewed as correct in tragedy, and somewhat excused the intervention of a deity by suggesting that "astonishment" should be sought in tragic drama:[19]
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Irrationalities should be referred to what people say: That is one solution, and also sometimes that it is not irrational, since it is probable that improbable things will happen.
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Such a device was referred to by Horace in his Ars Poetica (lines 191–2), where he instructs poets that they should never resort to a "god from the machine" to resolve their plots "unless a difficulty worthy of a god's unraveling should happen" [nec deus intersit, nisi dignus uindice nodus inciderit; nec quarta loqui persona laboret].[20]""

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When Poet Ponders What Fate Delivers

Alas! Could Fate have dealt a better hand
Than waking on this beach of cold white sand
Marooned, in this flowing ghostly cloud
I that was once so gallant and so proud
Now fleeing into a certain black doom
A victim of the Sister's spinning loom.

Those years ago, when hope was my best friend
Youth my dessert, success my blessed end
I rose wondering how this all could be
I now downtrodden, life having to flee
A victim of my pride my great excess
Sad caricature of vanity's mess.

With my boat sank, I here freezing alone
All my self-respect, my wealth now all gone
My sweet beautiful love where has she fled
All cast aside, no longer would we wed
She a rare soul, her body so divine
I here staring at the cold salty brine.

Why had Fate to me this sad lot gifted
From glory now into the pits shifted
And my deep weeping prayers, of no use
I crying in the dark, lost as a goose
Help, when in the hell would it arrive
This great horror, would I still be alive?

Sun now rising, spreading its golden rays
I walking, promising to change my ways
Found a road, desolate beach far behind
What tricks fright plays on a sorrowing mind
What luck, I found my good friends just ahead
Life turned around, gone that dreaded dread!

Deus ex machina as Nietzsche once said
Was the gods feeding man his feeble bread
Or was it Venus panning such a plot
That mankind always sought an easy lot
Had it came from Socratic winds, a breeze
That simplest was to take life at ones ease?

I thought Euripides, sent gift this morn
To me a poet so oft given scorn
And in that moment, that gods had beset
I was sure that a god I had once met
Spoke kindly, promising a future gift
That was last night, why had it came so swift?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021
( Within Realm Of Possibilities, A Divine Gift )

Note:
Definition of "deus ex machina"
1: a god introduced by means of a crane (see CRANE entry 1 sense 3a) in ancient Greek and Roman drama to decide the final outcome
2: a person or thing (as in fiction or drama) that appears or is introduced suddenly and unexpectedly and provides a contrived solution to an apparently insoluble difficulty
… the shipwreck, far from being a tragic peripety, is the deus ex machina which makes it possible for Defoe to present solitary labour … as a solution to the perplexities of economic and social reality.
— Ian Watt

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-13-2021, 10:23 PM

Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent

poem , "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"

(1.) Poem One

Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand

The air, its surging breath sings

into the soul of a willing fan

one that leaves baggage far behind,

an emboldened adventurer

Such that looks for rarity

for the invisible truth

a soft kiss within a whisper

a song that invades heart, soul and mind

Becomes a diviner, an escape artist,

calm wading ebony seas of despair

jealous of only Time

envious of only beauty

fearful of enormity of mortal blindness

What curses may the shadows then utter

the pains of life and a dark pit

nay, such does not faze

the hardy, the faithful, the true seeker

Alas! So recites the ailing poet

lost amidst memories long fled

begging the stars to shine again

the heavens to gift

Love, deep love , sweet love

and the divine tastes of her love

Dare the Gods such deny

risking vanity and hateful mortal wrath

inked curses and paper cuts to hardened hearts

not so, for the seeker - lives to seek

to touch her lips

to into bliss fairly fall

And should such treasure be gained

die as a humble servant to fate

without regret.

without of arrows malice,

shot at invisible beasts

under a dying moon and a wicked host

Fanciful the imagination and poet's heart

mixing of dreams and elusive elements

self-aggrandizing, a warrior

combating invisible foes

stabbed by those eyeless ghosts

crying into wounded nights and fading lights

Aye, this and more- the seeker finds

never the eternity of lost love

the infinity of peace and joy

the heart of her

the touch of her

the depths of love only she gifts

And at last, the poet begs Aphrodite

to this life extinguish

for without love

without warmth

without her return

the universes exists not…

dying embers in finality embrace the cold

yielding in sorrows to the darkness, to its empty cries…

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2021

Romanticism

( Inspiration found, a memory revisited, a truth accepted )

Poem number one-- my new blog

(2.)

Sight Of Gazing At Those Gleaming-Bright Newborn Rainbow Hues

Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose

Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose

Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek

Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks

Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!

Sight of gazing at those gleaming-bright newborn rainbow hues

Splendor and immense bounty of flowing skies, shining blues

Man's vanity that invades to set us on darken paths

Woes and sorrows, birthed by Fate's accursed wraths

Man's science, ingenuity, greed and love affair with math.

Humanity- earth's wonders its bounties of teeming throngs

The Arts- beauty of poetry, literature and majestic songs

Life, oft a cup gathered into warm welcoming hands

Honor, duty, the task of taking hard defiant stands

The unpredictability of Time's falling sands.

Yet dare we forget that life demands truth and sincere love

For the rose may prick if plucked without the needed gloves

In youth, those honey-eyed dreams of hot romantic nights

Lovely maiden gifting her jewels her sexual delights

That which a brief moment may overcome world's darkest blights.

Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose

Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose

Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek

Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks

Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021

Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )

From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"

(3.)

Dare We Wake To Wade In Life's Luscious New Streams

As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams

Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams

Shall we welcome with ardor of lover and friend

With truth and hope forgive those that only pretend

For what is life, if we but such grace dare refuse

Man was given the honor to in life so choose.

Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.

As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.

Can our dreams this dark raging world evil subside

Conquer its demons, its wicked devilish pride

Set a new course in which hope and love may flourish

Seed romanticism that our spirits so nourish

Bring on faith, that our crying souls should so cherish.

Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.

As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.

As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams.

Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2021

Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )

From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-15-2021, 05:51 PM

And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts,
Sight of flowering meadows, hill and dale,
Blessings of her gentle touch without fail,
As sky and sun announce the coming day
We together in Nature's beauty play.

Dare our hearts this soothing visage deny, -
As its colorful hues sets spirit's cry,
Entranced by passion's whispering breeze
Upon love's journey we trod with great ease.
I a former victim of loss love's wrath,
She a sweet angel sent to cross my path,
Bow we both to what treasure Heaven sent
And pray to God this love never relents.

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna* glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts.

And on love's path may we forever trod.
While hand in hand, truly blessed by God.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2021
Romanticism,
Dedicated to poetry's romanticism
and the enticing beauty that
women gift unto this too oft drab world.

1st. Note:

*Verna - Wiktionaryen.wiktionary.org › wiki › Verna
Coined in the 19th century, from Latin vernus (“spring-like”) or as a feminine of Vernon. Proper nounEdit. Verna. A female given name from Latin quotations ?.

2nd. Note:
I watched it snow today, we have now about 5 inches of white
cream splashed upon the ground. Looking out the window I
thought of my youth and to my mind came a snow angel.
And the truth, the beauty of life , love and womankind
sudden the first four verses came in a flash and I snatched
a pen to jot it down. That pen had a will a heart of its own
and within minutes this came to be. I reread it -made one
small change. I changed the word "sight" to the word "joy"
As in, - "joy of morning dew", in the first verse..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-20-2021, 03:05 PM

Three Tribute poems-- composed by me,

For Longfellow blog….

(1.)

Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns

The rays of morn took their first golden breath

Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists

First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Demanding night accept its coming death!

Triumphant crowns!

Dawn's first yawning, a parade of new dreams

Waking Fate and its ever growing lists

With dancing echoes of showers to fall

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Birthing flowers born from resplendent streams!

Triumphant crowns!

Sweet the softest callings of better days

With man rising to earn his daily bread

And Nature singing true to cheer life's all

Earth no longer mourning yesterday's dead

Future hope setting sail as sunbeams play!

Triumphant crowns!

Humanity follows its usual course

While bright blue-set skies rejoice overhead

Teeming hordes traversing their daily treks

Across well-worn pathways from life well fed

Amidst the carnage of loss and remorse!

Triumphant crowns!

Father Time speaks demanding to be heard

Above the din of crowds surging about

Commanding its fleeing hours to obey

Sternly obeyed were its arrogant shouts

And the infinite powers of each word!

Triumphant crowns!

Sun was setting, its daily chores all done

Mortals noted the rapid fleeing light

All had felt the ever changing new course

Some with increasing joy, others with fright

Dark shadows arose screaming lets have fun!

Triumphant crowns!

The moon sped brightly forth taking top stage

Stars came twinkling across heavenly skies

The wise old owl took its same midnight flight

Night spread its woven cloak of evil lies

While sleeping crowds await first new rage!

Triumphant crowns!

The rays of morn took their first golden breath

Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists

First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Demanding night accept its coming death!

Triumphant crowns!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2021

Romanticism, ( That Man Could Wake To See Coming Of Eternity )

Blog poem.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-21-2021, 10:31 AM

Breathe I, Sweet Earthen Air Into This Mortal Soul

And he said, resting within the shadowy dark
Tis I, that celebrates dawn's soft sinewy charm
Not to say, that life has not left its bruising marks
But rather, this near the end, I fear not its harm.

Breathe I, sweet earthen air into this mortal soul
Although this broken heart in deep darkness resides
I no longer join mankind in its daily toll
Spirit falters and in this gloom I choose to hide.

Under soft midnight moonlight I may venture out
As a phantom of the guy I used to be
Before dawn's harsh-cast revealing rays I return
Least I become blinded as my eyes flame to burn.

He said, in his haven of deep shadowy dark
Tis I, that dares to refuse dawn's sinewy charm
I dare to say, that life has left its bruising marks
Near the end, I do fear its harsh black-handed harm.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2021
Rhyme, ( From life, from loss, darkness resides )

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-22-2021, 06:36 PM

A Quartet Of Short Poems From 1973

(1.)
A Newer Vision, Of Paradise Lost

I went blindly into the haze
Left the purple gloom behind
If human life be but a maze
What does love do for mankind?
R.J. Lindley, 1973

(2.)
A Clear Vision, Of Death's Positive Hand

Altars of purple robed kings
Swollen with their stolen wealth
Yet one day they too, their death bring
Vastly improve their slaves health.
R.J. Lindley, 1973

(3.)
A Truer Vision, Of Humanity

Golden pails filled with sweet dreams
Life begging greater release
Man a vain creature of dark schemes
Pleading purple doom to cease.
R.J. Lindley, 1973

(4.)
A Sad Vision, A Much Deserved Fate

He wore purple cloak, and sad eyes
Sat upon a golden throne
His wicked life his soul denies
Destined to die alone.
R.J. Lindley, 1973

Note:
Hope you may enjoy this quartet of short poems,
Written by a 19 year old lad. I remember him fondly
And in his youth and vigor had hoped for so much more
Yet life gives what it gives and man must endure its
Angry pains, its losses and its failed dreams.
These 4 poems are exactly as composed 46 years ago.
No editing...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

02-27-2021, 02:38 PM

The Dark, The Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes

What of life in this raging spinning world?
Its stabbing pains, mouths filled with sad dust?
Those almost unbreakable binding chains?
We, the unblinded few, the hopeful brave
Dare we , can we that, will we ever save?

In the trembles of midnight's rambling stomps
Sleeping souls dance into resplendent dreams
Through a flowing myriad of avenues;
Entering realms of beckoning desires
Mindless, heedless of the flaming hot fires!
Wading streams of new welcoming degrees
Ever onward, towards eternal sea
Unrelenting, as heart such new scenes cast
Unaware, soon dawn's light will all that blast.

Dust and dying ground mix to stir anew
Schemes that are part of mortal flesh and blood
In black caverns, echoing , echoing
The fears, uncertainty brought by day's light
Now swimming in growing absence of night.

The dreaded pitfalls of much needed sleep.
Wherein we must wake up to our lives keep.

R J. Lindley, April 3rd 1973
Rhyme, ( Staring into the ever dooming abyss- a flash of thought )

Old Note: 1973
Woke. And a dream lingered. Its message sad and dark.
Daylight bringing in the words more clear.
What had both Poe and Raven spoke?-
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"

New Note: 2021
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-04-2021, 11:06 AM

In The Image Of Dust To Dust,
Kipling tribute poem

In the image of dust to dust
rests the dark mankind fears
yet in its horrors, face we must
loss, decay- buckets of our tears

as crestfallen as such may be
in life- love may joy bring
rich fruits of its majestic seas
sweet music lovers sing

dare we such dear treasures deny
because of morbid fate
are we not brave to ask the why
before it is too late

although time often our sight blinds
does not heart truly see
such dark-thinking serves to remind
rests a soul within you and me

therein shall we contemplate more
meaning of dust to dust
we that so seek paradise shores
have thus mislaid our trust

pity- weakness of flesh and blood
how selfishly we think
whilst we often bath in the mud
'til of its stench we stink

in the image of dust to dust
rests the dark mankind fears
yet in its horrors, face we must
loss, decay- buckets of our tears.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2021
Rhyme,
( A Look Into The Soul And Humanity's Follies, Fallacies And Blindness)
Kipling tribute poem for blog.

Note:
Sorry, that this was not originally included in the Kipling blog
as it was first posted. And that because of my having been ill-
it has taken me so long to rewrite four times - then edit,
re-edit-and finish it. As of now, I have abandoned the other
third Kipling tribute poem entirely. As this took so much out
of me just to finish this one.

Note:
I already had another tribute blog started. But seems that too
will be much delayed. As my health issues at the moment
are so greatly interfering with my writings. As such is life, I
must endeavor to cut back a bit more and hope to re-energize
my writing-soul. God bless…

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-06-2021, 12:07 PM

The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise

Your hope- you have gifted unto me
unto me, a vagabond shifting sand
a flightless bird lost in its plumage
under a great and mighty oak tree
above the sun beams
its illumination forbidding night
vanquishing darkness, its blacken strokes
In your hope rests a truth
that his vessel surrounding my soul
is but a temporary hindrance
a shell, a decaying fortress
bearing the hits from cannon shots
empty now- awaiting reinforcement
from a cavalry that vanished long ago
Youth-
alas! was it ever real
a maddening rush into the waiting trap
I remember-those sweet summer days
barefoot, soft grass between my toes
Youth-
a man-less ship
sailing upon uncharted seas
decorating blue skies and watery echoes
I now stand-aged, looking back
amazed at the speed of flight
how life gave no care of time
no respect of defiant reality
Your hope- you have gifted unto me
knowledge, inspiration- a new goal
to die without dire regrets
to depart a man
accepting truth, light, love
and the immense vanity born into mortal flesh.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2021
Free verse, ( Eternity, Seen Beyond The Purple Veil )

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-09-2021, 10:04 PM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-13-2021, 12:08 AM

The Beauty And Essence Of A Pretty Cowgirl

Although she wraps herself in soft leather,
Wearing her pointy-toed cowboy boots,
She delights in darkest stormy weather
And banging sounds her fast six-shooter shoots;

But hurt her and she just barely whimpers,
She is a lovely cowgirl through and through
Best to flee fast if rousing her temper
For she may stomp and beat you black and blue.

Yet gently hold her hand and give a kiss
You she may then gift a romantic night
You shall next wake unto heavenly bliss
But lord man, don't you ever pick a fight!

Although she wraps herself in soft leather,
She delights in darkest stormy weather.

R. J. Lindley, June 26th 1979
Sonnet, ( That ravishing beauty wearing cowboy boots )

Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..

Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable..

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There were those days of youth..-Tyr

LongTermGuy

03-13-2021, 01:50 AM

There were those days of youth..-Tyr

Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..

Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-13-2021, 09:27 AM

Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..

Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable.

https://s22657.pcdn.co/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/country-club-ivory-dress-1.jpg

As far as beauty goes , the one I met and was with- was definitely far more sexy and beautiful than the lady in that picture.
I made sure to go to the rodeo and the club that night the next year and she was a no-show. I was damn sure ready to rock n roll with her again but
my guess is she was by then involved with another guy or else married.
As women that drop-dead sexy, smart and gorgeous do not stay aloof, alone, and/or single for that long.
I would say-- her great loss but I suspect that it is by far more my great loss.. :laugh:
Youth and its many turns and paths taken my friend. That is life... -Tyr

edit-- on second thought maybe she thinks it was indeed her loss. One never knows...
A previous very long poem that I wrote about her had mysteriously disappeared along with some others back then
when I started dating the girl that became my second wife...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-14-2021, 01:38 PM

Born from sweet dreams of youth and inspiration found..-Tyr

As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses

Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.

Dare the dawn admire her beauty
For morn needs its fairest queen
To live and love is life's duty
Her eyes bright shimmering green.

As moon's glow highlights her dancing
And heavens above her twirls
One's mind thinks of sweet romancing
Her face and long flowing curls.

Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-14-2021
Romanticism, ( Images, Beauty, Romance And Dreams )

Note:
I have seen this vision on lonely nights
Its promise a true treasure to desire
Those falling tears, at its vanishing sight
Breaths as deep sadness at funeral pyres.

Note- I did find that much needed inspiration today....

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-19-2021, 01:36 PM

In Soft Glowing Mistress Flame Of The Beauty's Breath
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley

In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears purest love even unto its death
with future treasures that our great love will provide
our romance, more powerful than storm's surging tide.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy heart given unto me.

Our meeting that first night, with bright moon gasping down
you and your fantastic smile, in that dark blue gown
an air of true-born grace as you laughed in your dance
myself in rapt awe of our new-budding romance.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of mirth, thy smile given unto me.

Year later and we have fore-sworn our lives to wed
in love's deepest promise unto we are both dead
such a bounty I could have never dared to ask
for in your presence this soul begs more time to bask.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of bliss, thy joy given unto me.

Our fervor both the rushing waves and placid seas
together riding gusty winds to balmy breeze
to rise and fall unfurling wild desires and dreams
and revel in our wedded lives entwining seams.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy zest given unto me.

Enchanted is our rollick with enraptured time
we whirl on beats in sync since chapel bells did chime
a life without each other seems so long ago
as hungers’ honeyed sweetness lulls in afterglow.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of vows, thy pledge given unto me.

Pleasures wander mazes thrilled with wanton wonder
heart to heart together drum a song of thunder
a roar that crosses vast expanse of cumulus
the lightning of our passion ever luminous.

My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy heart given unto me.

Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration) , March 19, 2021

new edit- 3-22-2021
""edit:
Poem Of The Day
Sunday, March 21, 2021

Special note: It is truly a great and blessed honor for me to share in the wonderful recognition of Poem Of The Day with my magnificently talented and so very truly inspiring collaborator, my dear friend, Susan Ashley!!

Susan, thank you for accepting my invitation and for the great pleasure of my collaborating with you! Tis most definitely a wonderful gift and fantastic journey each time we compose together!

My God bless us both, in our continued friendship, and poetic paths and our future collaborations…
Congratulations, my very dear friend, Susan.""

Poet’s note:
My dear friend, Susan this has again been an honor and indeed a magnificent pleasure to compose with a poet of your stature, creativity, finesse and immense artistic abilities. Such is now, as before, always a treasured experience and truly an inspirational one as well. Poetic fellowship being indeed a jewel to be sought, savored and experienced as a blessing in ones poetry journey.
Thank you for your great friendship, kindness and poetic fellowship my friend! God bless always.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-23-2021, 06:15 PM

Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle Nemesis - Part One
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Note:

This is from a long poem that was first started back in 1981

It was never completed, I now have decided to complete it.

With the hope that it shall merit as being a worthy creation

And perhaps a warning to the youth of today about the ever

Present and that very real evil lurking in this earthen realm,

always ready to pounce and destroy the innocent the

unsuspecting ones. At this point, I have not a clue how long this

piece shall become. Or what amount of time it shall take- since

my wife's cancer surgery is scheduled for March 24th , 2021..

My time to write after that day will likely be severely limited.

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Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle
(Nemesis) - Part One

O'lord of blight dare thee to now abide
Leaving thy abode to earthen realm ride
As punisher with dark universal might
As grief bearer, humanity to smite!

Dar'est thee enter, after I so yield
Sheathed my sword, tossed away my shield
I that in sorrow abandoned battlefields
Seeking love, sweet peace and love's greener fields!

Venomous ire, thee again cross my path
To wage war and sate thy evil wrath
I that settled to in peace, here now live
And in the earthen realm yet again give!

Thee a true nemesis of fruitful life
Author of Hate, Evil and Human strife
Spreader of hate, plagues, and even worse
Dark sower of thy ever wicked curse!

Nemesis- thy hate I shall not allow
Nor to its savage commands ever bow
Thus I return as warrior to my place
And with divine aid thy great evil face!

I that now pledge again my solemn vow
With truth, courage and light defeat somehow
Thy legions of destruction, thy hate
Thy rejoining with darkest hand of Fate!

In this my great oath, my renewed pledge
Leave I safety, step over the edge
Not as a man, with horrid, vengeful hate
But crusader, before it is too late!

Robert J. Lindley, began in April 1981
(Nemesis)

( Nemesis ) -- Part Two

O' lord of darkness, my home- you I see
As your dark minions so represent thee
From dark-cast corners out they freely race
Imbued with evil, devoid of grace.

Accursed seeds of thy hate-spewing loins
Free to tempt mankind with your poison coins
Yet with Light and Truth this blackness I see
As wickedness from thy hideous tree.

Day and night into this old house they prance
Whispering morbid curses as they dance
I their buffoonery quickly defeat
Off they go- flames burning from clawed feet.

What an affront that such weaklings you send
You in your pride -swift victory pretend
For such foolishness I drew not my blade
Defeating with pure relish your first raid.

With Faith, Hope and Light, this warrior stands
Never bowing to your evil demands
I can see the future hour you take flight
As you are expelled, ending our fight.

Watch as this battle begins to unfold
With same results as was in the days old
Wherein, swift Sword of Light -cut you so deep
That whilst flying away- black tears you weep.

So set your mark- daring to bring your best
For in defeat, I bid you be my guest
Tomorrow morn, I again grab my shield
To find what depths of blood shall be spilled.

( Nemesis ) -- Part Three

Dawn breaks and sincerely its sweet calls sends
Unaware of battle the future portends
I the warrior polish my shield to shine
Knowing on my soul the beast expects to dine.

Yet from the dark shadows not a single word
As wind brings the melody of a songbird
My sword now unsheathed and razor sharp
Above sounds the notes of a divine harp.

Reminding today I face darkness and death
I bow to pray in a whispering breath
Have I greater faith in our God of Hosts
For soon the dark lord my soul thinks to roast.

Nature sends word- blessings be sent unto you
May victory be yours, the best get its dues
Suns beams down proclaiming a brighter day
Golden rays beating away shadowy grays.

From the distant hills a rumbling blast sounds
Within this heaving chest, eager heart pounds
Soon, so soon the great battle shall commence
I summon courage to this soul convince.

Suddenly sun flees away, dark clouds appear
I know the dark Lord now grows very near
Yet a new calm then within this heart grows
Steadfast courage accepts the soon coming blows.

I rise giving thanks the battle is not at night
For victory I desperately need bright light
Next the shadows all give a rousing cheer
From immense darkness, the monster appears!

( Nemesis ) -- Part Four to come…

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

03-30-2021, 07:33 PM

Quote- Henri Barbusse

""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind serve to intensify themselves in one way or another. We intensify ourselves with new impressions, new sensations, new ideas. We endeavour to take what we do not have and to add it to ourselves. Humanity is the desire for novelty founded upon the fear of death. That is what it is.""

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Dying A Little With Each And Every Breath

Within depths of human life, a radiant flame
Born from a spark, an unfathomable clear beat
Although world teaches that life is but a sad game
One that accepts the victories of those that cheat!

Lies refuted by radiance of divine light
As clear as tides caressing shores from waltzing seas
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright
For from the love and truth far too often he flees!

Alas! World accelerates the dark within mankind
Seeded from birth, darkness unto each coming death
Lost soul, forbidding light to enter heart and mind
Dying a little with each and every breath!

Lies refuted by radiance of divine light.
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet,
( From The Depths, A Truth And A Sight That Time Hath Wrought )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-11-2021, 12:43 PM

Quote:
If there were no night, we would not appreciate the day,
nor could we see the stars and the vastness of the heavens.
We must partake of the bitter with the sweet.
There is a divine purpose in the adversities we encounter every day.
They prepare, they purge, they purify, and thus they bless.
>>>> James E. Faust

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For Light Then Plants Its Invincible Seeds

In that deep darkness, no pity exists
Fate too often decries such on its list
Of destruction and sad, sorrowful woes
Those mortal man feels as hard, heavy blows
Once held within, eyes bled fast to go blind
While lost hope too, seeds a worm-wooded mind!

In that set malaise, how can love rejoice
Human soul sees life as having no choice
But to bend, bow and admit utter defeat
For evil wins and evil always cheats
Agony cries, beast on human flesh dines
Where struggling in morbid black, no light shines!

In that sepulchre no pleas can escape
This world seems but a devilish landscape
Born not for man but for deep disaster
And in it, Fate and Death are two masters
Such is the great power that darkness holds
Mankind seems to be made from broken molds!

Let one ray of Light enter that abyss
Fate then finds that its poison arrows miss
For Light then plants its invincible seeds
Tends new garden removing all the weeds
And Death, its dark-dreaded touch must then wait
For Heaven above cast Light changing Fate!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2021
Rhyme,
( For what is man, if divine Light does not shine )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-16-2021, 11:08 PM

As Moon Hid Amongst Night's Convenient Clouds

From out of the invisible it came
Epically silent, without a name
A deepened hush before the fall
That bestirs, what memory now recalls
Cold black mist, embracing night and eating
All too tired to be swiftly fleeting
She that feared not its destructive wake
Death walked earth, to her sweet life take.

From out of the invisible it came.
Epically silent, without a name.

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-22-2021, 09:34 AM

Cold And Alone, Innocent Child Asks Why

Hopeless and lost, the child looked up to the sky
very cold and afraid, pleadingly asking why
As only silence returned, child knew the truth
cruel world savagely attacks innocent youth.

Dare we strive in our giving much greater concern
for those poor kids, darkness seeks to punish and burn
Are not we, the mature charged to take that care
weighing on in to the heaviest load thus bear?

Will we remain cold, aloof and say not tis my job
watching as innocence dark world from the child robs
Dare we wake to this savage evil, seek to save
proving we are truly kind and dutifully brave?

Hopeless and lost, the child looked up to the sky.
Very cold and afraid, pleadingly asking why?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2021
Sonnet,
( Are we blind and lost when we refuse to help innocent children )

Note-
Composed as presenting here to this site, this moment today..
Time used 9 minutes, rapid verse offerings.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

04-24-2021, 09:43 AM

Love And Reciprocation Oft Fantasy Of Lonely Hearts

She saw such handsome features, his eyes and strong arms
She - ravishing creature succumbed to his dear charms
Her ecstasy was a river in deepest flood
Sensual passion took hold, HE was in her blood
Could ever reality break such binding chains
Or future nights denied, bring ever greater pains?

He saw such beauty, such grace in her soft blue eyes
Thinking this was treasure reality 'oft denies
His longings then burst forth like a collapsing dam
She then gave that smile that cried out, " here I am"
Mad raging thoughts came of sweetest nights in her bed
Magnificent fantasy born in heart and head!

Party over, neither had a single word said.
Moment had come, now just as swiftly, it had fled!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-24- 2021
(LOVE OFT FAVORS THOSE SINCERE AND BRAVE OF HEART)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-03-2021, 06:50 AM

The Sudden Realization

As golden sun soaked a soft blue sky
cool breeze and passion let love therein fly
floating were soft vibrant notes, ecstasy
as Time flowed into infinity.
She came, a ravishing goddess so true
hurried right past past me onto you
another tragedy born to right there
again world proving that life is not fair.

As sun set on that sad and fateful day
a young lad fished at the local bay
waters were calm and this truth he then knew
All is not right just because skies are blue.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2021
Rhyme

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-03-2021, 09:58 PM

There Just Beyond That Long Black Sea Curtain

Across the expanse, twilight's beckoning mystery
Far flung over hidden thundering, splashing waves
Lies the unknown, extension of man's history
Adventure begging footsteps of the true and brave
Centuries, that call has cried, "come- take a chance"
Journey in search of love, treasure, life and much more
Such that in great palaces hold Love and Romance
Wealth and sweet pleasures in those far off golden shores.
Beyond the horizon, past that enticing wall
There awaits, the promise of streets paved with gold
Listen and dare to heed that soft enchanting call
Walk into the unknown, dare to be truly bold!

To be had, sailing beyond those sea foaming veils
That which the bravest adventurer's heart knows true
Treasures, romance as told in many sailor's tales
All beyond, far beyond, waiting for me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2021
Imagism, ( Where in art - the mind begins to truly see )
Inspired by Brian's new blog and the two paintings
"Monk by the Sea", and "Moonrise over the Sea"
Painted by Caspar David Friedrich…

1.-

https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/moonrise-over-the-sea-caspar-david-friedrich/mwFGGdzKbfGMkg?hl=en

2.

https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/monk-by-the-sea-caspar-david-friedrich/KwEv_TMiJhn5kA?hl=en

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-04-2021, 11:06 PM

Just slammed this one out in the new lounge thread.

Once, there was a time when deep heartache came to call
A young lad had his first crazy, soul-wrecking fall
When love had ebbed and then somehow ran its course
From delicious fantasy came a sad divorce
A lesson learned, death of love came the hard way
What was once purest joy turned a somber gray
Now a memory, one that so often hurts so
When a beautiful angel said she had to go.

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The poem

Youth And Memories, Sweet Times Never Again To Be Found

Days that where wonderful even if pouring rain
Youth and blind-dog courage going against the grain
O' memory don't ya send old man a frown
Gift feelings of flying up, never coming down
I want to kiss now, those soft lips sweet Mandy had
Those steamy hot nights, that almost drove us both mad
We were dreaming of leaving that damn one-horse town
But in this crazy ole world something brought that frown.

There was a crying moon the night she ran to flee
Her heart crying because she wanted to be free
My poor soul a'breaking at the sight of her gone
I was falling, while Mandy had far away flown
Nothing to do but wail at the death left behind
Knowing never again such angel would I find.

O'heart cast this memory and ache far away
Life that year turned into a nightmarish gray
There bitter-black cold in the middle of July
And a heartbroken soul, taught how to deeply cry.

Nothing to do but wail at the death left behind
Knowing never again such angel would I find.

R.J . Lindley, 5-04-2021
Sometimes memories, are best not remembered...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-22-2021, 04:55 PM

Where, O' Where Baby Did You Hide That Key

Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ON ME
Is behind shadows in yesterday's floor
OR THERE FAR AWAY ON SOME FOREIGN SHORE
Baby, baby, would it make me love feel
THAT LIFE AND YOUR KISS COULD BE MY NEXT MEAL?

Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME

Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME
Is it down in that hidden farmhouse well
OR JUST BEYOND THE FLAMING GATES OF HELL
Baby, baby, would it make me deny
YOUR BEAUTY WAS THE SOFT BLUE IN THE SKY?

Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME

Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2021
Sonnet Plus-

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Angel, Angel, Stir Again Sweet Love Lost

Memory, the ghost of a lost love, a vision
A vixen, a visionary, a heartbeat
When youth bellowed, with vapid imprecisions
And life greedily swallowed all it could eat-

The night, the sky, the moon,
the angel with flaming sword
The song, the love, the tune
Rampaging of malevolent world's angry horde

Angel, angel, stir again sweet love lost,
Send dawn's new glory and tenderest kiss
Pray I this, I care not the heavy cost
For now, she and love I so dearly miss-

In my anguish, sorrows did her heart crush,
All taken away by my heartless greed
I then acted in a maddening rush
To satisfy one of my worldly needs

She that was sweet and truly there for me
Her soul pure and her heart beating so true
I in my blindness poisoned love's tree
In my error now receive what I am due-

This I beg, mercy be given to me
True redemption cast from a hand divine
Perhaps a healing to set us both free
New romance to our stars again align.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2021
Romanticism,
( Ink Splashed And A Most Sincere Plea Once Prayed)
INSPIRED BY
-Lady Labyrinth's , poem titled-- "Burnt Aqua"

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Note- After a two week break, I decided to write today
to present something on my homepage here.
And again stir the stew, cook the meal- dine again on
poetry and give thanks that blessing found me..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-23-2021, 10:05 AM

Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds

When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine poetry of Keats
Or delicious taste of chocolate sweets
Yet dawn's sweet awakening Shelley sings
That flowers are the purest Heart of Spring!

But mind cries out, what of the yellow rose
Can it dance in the image that you chose
Shout out its songs, as does a meadow lark
Express its glory- vanquish the deep dark
Will aura of soft rose thy heart imbue
That beauty and truth spirit 'oft renews?

When Spring's waking heart, radiant truth shows
Dare we ignore majesty of the rose
And awakening, its beauty inspires
Blossoming spark that sets anew love's fires
How such sights sears into ones heart and mind
Essence of Life and a soul true and kind?

Spring's first morn, promise of those rising seeds
Joy of flowers that a soul often needs
Wafting aromatic smell, sunlit rose
So pleases the eyes, delights eager nose
Inspiring beauty in its soft splendor
Sings of Love and Kisses sweet and tender!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2021
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
5-23- 2021
Syllables counted by,
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming,
This Spring So Far, Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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EDIT- 5-30-2021
Contest judged
This poem -- 1st place....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-26-2021, 04:01 PM

Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle,
Now Completed

(Nemesis) - Part One

O'lord of blight dare thee to now abide
Leaving thy abode to earthen realm ride
As punisher with dark universal might
As grief bearer, humanity to smite!

Dar'est thee enter, after I so yield
Sheathed my sword, tossed away my shield
I that in sorrow abandoned battlefields
Seeking love, sweet peace and love's greener fields!

Venomous ire, thee again cross my path
To wage war and sate thy evil wrath
I that settled to in peace, here now live
And in the earthen realm yet again give!

Thee a true nemesis of fruitful life
Author of Hate, Evil and Human strife
Spreader of hate, plagues, and even worse
Dark sower of thy ever wicked curse!

Nemesis- thy hate I shall not allow
Nor to its savage commands ever bow
Thus I return as warrior to my place
And with divine aid thy great evil face!

I that now pledge again my solemn vow
With truth, courage and light defeat somehow
Thy legions of destruction, thy hate
Thy rejoining with darkest hand of Fate!

In this my great oath, my renewed pledge
Leave I safety, step over the edge
Not as a man, with horrid, vengeful hate
But crusader, before it is too late!

Robert J. Lindley, began in April 1981
(Nemesis)

( Nemesis ) -- Part Two

O' lord of darkness, my home- you I see
As your dark minions so represent thee
From dark-cast corners out they freely race
Imbued with evil, devoid of grace.

Accursed seeds of thy hate-spewing loins
Free to tempt mankind with your poison coins
Yet with Light and Truth this blackness I see
As wickedness from thy hideous tree.

Day and night into this old house they prance
Whispering morbid curses as they dance
I their buffoonery quickly defeat
Off they go- flames burning from clawed feet.

What an affront that such weaklings you send
You in your pride -swift victory pretend
For such foolishness I drew not my blade
Defeating with pure relish your first raid.

With Faith, Hope and Light, this warrior stands
Never bowing to your evil demands
I can see the future hour you take flight
As you are expelled, ending our fight.

Watch as this battle begins to unfold
With same results as was in the days old
Wherein, swift Sword of Light -cut you so deep
That whilst flying away- black tears you weep.

So set your mark- daring to bring your best
For in defeat, I bid you be my guest
Tomorrow morn, I again grab my shield
To find what depths of blood shall be spilled.

( Nemesis ) -- Part Three

Dawn breaks and sincerely its sweet calls sends
Unaware of battle the future portends
I the warrior polish my shield to shine
Knowing on my soul the beast expects to dine.

Yet from the dark shadows not a single word
As wind brings the melody of a songbird
My sword now unsheathed and razor sharp
Above sounds the notes of a divine harp.

Reminding today I face darkness and death
I bow to pray in a whispering breath
Have I greater faith in our God of Hosts
For soon the dark lord my soul thinks to roast.

Nature sends word- blessings be sent unto you
May victory be yours, the best get its dues
Suns beams down proclaiming a brighter day
Golden rays beating away shadowy grays.

From the distant hills a rumbling blast sounds
Within this heaving chest, eager heart pounds
Soon, so soon the great battle shall commence
I summon courage to this soul convince.

Suddenly sun flees away, dark clouds appear
I know the dark Lord now grows very near
Yet a new calm then within this heart grows
Steadfast courage accepts the soon coming blows.

I rise giving thanks the battle is not at night
For victory I desperately need bright light
Next the shadows all give a rousing cheer
From immense darkness, the monster appears!

( Nemesis ) (Conclusion) -- Part Four

Suddenly as mammoth beast upward rears
In its huge head, were seven ancient spears
Evidence of past battles that failed
Death may not come being spear impaled.

Flash from my blade caught its fierce fiery eyes
It shouting out your light this beast defies
I that lived even before this earth
Shall now measure your sharp steel, your true worth.

With that a mighty claw swiped my shield
Its sudden lunge shook the hard rocky field
My sword caught the other claw in mid stroke
Gashing out its red-blood to the ground soak.

Next its horned tail swept me off my feet
As it roared out, soon you I will eat
Come feeble child, let us dance well today
Or do you want time to uselessly pray.

In anger my next stroke slashed its side
My deep hatred I could no longer hide
All my power went into the next blow
More the hot gushing blood began to flow.

Then it came, horrendous burning hot flame
This was by far its most powerful game
Only divine armor saved my life
With its sacred words carved by my knife.

Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare*
Force that only universe can compare
Hideous beast roared-such is not fair
I cried death- step closer if you dare.

With epic pain and a maddening hate
The mighty beast rushed to meet its fate
As my blade went deep into its black heart
Gone were the great powers those words impart.

Death's answer as was destined to be
By God's divine mercy was it not me
The beast had met a much higher power
Had succumbed at the appointed hour.

Sky then opened, pleasing wind then blew
I gazed at beast that divine words slew
Kneeling, gave thanks to the Heavens above
That we are given Light and Divine Love!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2021
Narrative
( When This World Was Blessed With Divine Warriors And Divine Mercy )
( As Found In Tales Of Old )….

1st Note: 5/26/2021

*Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare.
Latin- Translated-
"May with Heaven's true might this soul now fight."

2nd note:
Was a very hard task for me to find a way (time and energy),
And an inspired ending for this narrative tale.
The older I get, the harder it seems to write and be satisfied with the results.
This will have to do- as perhaps the last time that comes --
" Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare "…

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

05-28-2021, 05:59 AM

Discovery, Light And A True Blessing

to die without dire regrets
to depart a man
accepting truth, light, love
and the immense vanity born into mortal flesh

5-28- 2021
Free verse
Stanza from, poem titled
" The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise "
for "Liberum Divisa" poetry contest
sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-13-2021, 10:41 AM

When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door

Of beauty, paintings, flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most radiant glow
Whilst blighted forests listens to cackles of crows!

When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!

Down in the dark valleys, poisoned rivers freeze
Beasts above, seek delicious prey with such ease
Alas! Dare we in futile wish cry tis no so
And in fanciful dreams -beg that peace and love show
Within hope of tomorrows, believe such will cease
For we recall, magnificent heroes of Greece!

When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!

Life and Love must walk through darkest days hand in hand
In this our thought to be enlightened world we stand
Not as sheep to be slaughtered at merest of whims
If we fear ravenous sharks in seas we'd not swim
Or during pitch black nights we would cower inside
And miss seeing the heavens and moon's golden ride!

When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!

Such temerity would joys of life thus abolish
Do we allow world its false mirrors to polish
Nay! We prove such hatefulness we will not abide
While in arms of love and truth, we with grace reside
Shall we pray that ever greater Light gift us more
On us all, God's sweet mercy Heaven softly pours!

When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2021
Dark rhyme,
( We may only keep, that which we are brave enough to defend )
This poem was born from blessed inspiration found this morn
While I was commenting to a friend, a very fine fellow poet….

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-14-2021, 11:21 AM

Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea

Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or by poet's word
in that a life mystery there gave birth
from those youthful days and innocent mirth
pray I, joy again of a much freer me
with swifter rescue from despair's aching sea!

O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep
whilst in my pleadings- I beg for much more
than unjust solitude on a foreign shore
remember what you asked me to swear
now failure- my loss more than I can bear
may I sworn rendezvous now truly keep
and you forgive me before my final sleep!

Fated were the blues of that darkest day
perhaps even these words I must now say
you my darling, were everything to me
but of freedom's needs, we could not agree
I that sought far, far more than was my due
live now despondent despair missing you
can you feel intense pain of this broken heart
with your tender heart gift us a restart
gift our lives, treasure of renewed love
so again, we may kiss 'neath Heavens above!

O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep?

R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976
Romanticism,
( The Sorrows Of A Love Lost )

Old note,
July 17th, 1976
: deleted

New Note: 6-14-2021
This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems.
Another time that in my youth I went far astray
I when looking back, see it like it was yesterday
And can yet again feel the pangs of a love destroyed
This may now, see the bright cleansing light of day
From wild youth, when I once let my vanity hold sway.
Decided to not edit this, leave it as was written when in
throes of deepest sorrows, heart was cut to shreds..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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Rare day- I wrote a poem today, after my having presented this one above that was
about 45 years old. here it is- inspired by a comment Sam made on the older poem...-Tyr

In Ancient Graveyard Of Hidden Poems, Truth Danced

In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man let verses sing as they pranced
Yet folly was true, gambling on love I chanced
Soon knight fallen, through guilty heart I was lanced!

Day and night took turns as my sad soul they burned
As my life wept, inner oceans spun and churned
Growing sick as each dark, crying page was turned
In despair, I tore my hair- feeling love spurned
Now lost -get her back, any cost- I so yearned!

First of many, sorrowing and guilt aplenty
I saw world die, had my cries and turned twenty
Far too blue to work I woke without a penny
With my life destroyed and debts far too many
I begged midnight moon send my loving Jenny!

As dawn its golden light therein so brightly shown
Paid no bills, fled I to barn deeply overgrown
While feeling free, woe was me- nothing did I own
Wicked dreams, they came with nightmarish undertones
Break of day, hills they sway with- my loud aching moans!

In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man let verses sing as they pranced
Yet folly was true, gambling on love I chanced
Soon knight fallen, through guilty heart I was lanced!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2021
Rhyme,
( As The Wind Blew Its Sounding Trumpet )

Note:
Thank YOU, Sam Kauffman for the idea to
think about composing this poem based
upon my comment made in my note given
In my new poem this morn,
**Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea**
" This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems."
I went right to it and this new creation I wrote..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-17-2021, 05:32 AM

Chained To This World, Chained To My Fate

Chained to this world, chained to my Fate.
I want love, sadly feel it is too late.

I see beauty of Nature's speckled fawn
Yet feel not glory of soft-rising dawn
Life is a battle, never been my friend
In all my nightmarish dreams, I beg its end
Once was a dream-kiss but that is over
The bees all died in the poison clover
Now wicked world lands heartache at my feet
In this life, one wins only if they cheat
I remember that day, that horrid date
When love left me, left me to my Fate!

Chained to this world, chained to my Fate.
I want love, sadly feel it is too late.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2021
Revised from the original,
that was composed back in 1976.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-20-2021, 08:53 AM

When I Rethink Glory Days Of My Youth

When I rethink glory days of my youth
I always find some sad and bitter truths
First is, world and reality always bites
And to rise above, one must always fight
Be it at dawn's sweet rise and dark of night!

In recalling, see my deeds my failings
All my past, all my current new wailings
Bitter the wind that bears that sadden news
With it comes another round of the blues
And thus, I vow in life to better choose!

In that lonesome state of deep pondering
Mind continues its inner wanderings
Recreating fantasies to relieve
This heart and soul from dark that deceives
Walk again the path that blessings receives!

When I rethink glory days of my youth
I always find some sad and bitter truths
First is, world and reality always bites
And to rise above, one must always fight
Be it at dawn's sweet rise and dark of night!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-20-2021
Rhyme, ( Seeking Better To This Life See)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-22-2021, 10:19 AM

Awesome Gems, As Were Set By Divine Measure

The Sun, a shimmering sky fired lake
Oft penetrating the soul, body and heart
No worries, shining glow it never fakes
Radiant beauty it freely imparts!
Who has never sang praises for its gifts
Those stirring dawns, its beauty basking in
Flow, oft as fine as a great guitar rift
Bequeathing, that which we beg for again!

The Sky, O' the grace of its flowing blue
Oft so deeply -setting hearts aflutter
In youth, we reached for it as we grew
Tho' from its raging storms we oft shutter
Awesome when we see heavenly night views
And dare to ponder in our wealth of dreams
Oft we'd fly up to live if we could choose
Float away in its bright galactic streams!

The Sun, the Sky, our earth's beautiful dome
Indeed, both a most sweet blessed treasure
Nature's allies - its bounty in this our home
Awesome gems, as were set by divine measure!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2021
Rhyme,
( Dreams And Word Painting The Beauty That Came Forth )

Note:
This creation, inspired by a most blessed
and beautiful dream last night. A poet must
consider such golden treasure as is gifted
and rise to the occasion to preserve it in
poetic verses, to give back unto the world.
Even when ones muse says, "you are not up
to the task my friend"! One quite simply
must then so dare!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-23-2021, 01:45 PM

I Go There But Just Cannot Get It Back

I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
But no loud trains run down that iron track
I was young then, strong and very much bolder.

I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
Time has left me only an empty sack
And reminders of lies I once told her.

I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it
That sweet music of love and heart sounding
The kind that once so well soothed my spirit
I feel in prison now darkness surrounding.

I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it
That sweet music of love and heart sounding
O'lord that darkness I do so fear it
In dreams rabid beasts are my life hounding.

I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
But no loud trains run down that iron track
I was young then, strong and very much bolder.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2021
Rhyme, repetition and revelations

Note One :
Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth
Yet again I went to small town of my youth
Yet only silence was there to be found
And in these iron chains I am still bound
Yet try as I may and try as I might
Getting it back is an impossible fight
And no matter the bitter tears I bleed
Time and Fate both gladly deny my need
But when the dam breaks and I feel that urge
Through these veins aching red blood surge
I find myself racing down that old path
Praying against hope, against life's dark wrath

Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth
Yet again I went to small town of my youth
Yet only silence was there to be found
And in these iron chains I am still bound.

Note Two:
You just can never go back!!!

Note Three:
This was to be in my third Creation Blog
but it was not completed in time. As the
Note One Part, had not came to me yet,,,,

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-24-2021, 04:41 PM

The Late Night Consultation, The Compromise, The New Delusion

Three nights of sadness, each a woe'some torture,
on that narrow ledge a cold raging deep within
I having lost that which I had foresworn to hold
and in that realization- saw myself as a true fool.

While wearing a smooth path on the silent floor
apathy and pain, moonlit beams beat on a crying soul
no amount of self-delusion calmed that sorrow
nor gave reprieve from guilt of a rash youthful act.

Sure there were those moments that I almost won
a compromise between aching heart and sad soul
but reality- its harsh resurrection invaded the scene
and dark despair into the room again loomed large.

Nothing to do but find a way to wake to a new dawn
get busy again with life and its many paths to take
yes, such clever deception had oft worked in the past
and does not each dawn promise a desirous new start?

Robert J. Lindley, free verse ,original Jan23rd 1977
Reworked, 6-24-2021
( In a self-discovering look back at life )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-25-2021, 10:09 AM

There In The Fast Fading Shadows Of Looming Dusk

There in the fast fading shadows of looming dusk
emptiness sighing as space in an empty husk
broken only by the dark whispering of Fate
and swirls of wind playing savage tunes of- "too late",
Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door
attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore
or remain here to feel coming of midnight blues
assume courage, to fight in a better man's shoes!
Woe the poorer choices in this life we must make
to seize the fleeting moment or else bake a cake
whilst waiting for saving grace that oft does not come
hoping and finding, the gain is less than the sum,
Shall I, step back and deny this dark, dooming hour
beg heart and soul to again gift that awesome power
or else just flip a coin, let Fate again decide
renew life or else in emptiness again hide?

Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door.
Attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-25-2021
Rhyme, ( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )

Note: Truly blessed are those that have never had
to face such adversity in life. That which youth is
almost always incapable of making the correct decision.
Wherein greater wisdom was demanded and youth had
not yet gained such. And sometimes never does...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-26-2021, 09:56 PM

From The Saddest Depths Of Bitter Despair

Within this heart love born
once beloved now scorn
fills each little crevice
life seems out of service
bitter cold turns the wind
dark sets its pains to send
Alas! Loneliness reaps
broken shards into heaps
while moonlight will not shine
on these blues I now dine
and the aches seem endless
here, I am now friendless
dark on this soul assails
nobody hears my wails
In this chasm I soft weep
So, so cold, dark and deep

Within this heart love born.
Once beloved now scorn.

R.J. Lindley, JAN 25TH 1979
Dark rhyme
( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-27-2021, 09:36 AM

Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny

Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge
Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
vowing truest of loving never dies.
Each longing for fever of midnight dreams
welcoming beats of tender, aching cries
Whilst wading through youthful life as a team
insuring their foresworn oath never dies.

In the distance, bright pharos blinking glow
As if in time with lovers longing hearts
Each in night's waning hours wanting to know
Again that sweet each loving kiss imparts.
Deep rising crescendo of true love's ache
With romantic, sensual - hot delights
Rhythm of loving taste as tide's splashing breaks
As two hearts gasps beauty of tender nights.

Waking to vernal freshness of dawn's rays
Giving thanks for bounty of love's blessings
As each, across the ocean bows to pray
Love's eternity - both are confessing.

R.J. Lindley, original May 2nd 1980
Romanticism, ( The beautiful hope of life, youth and love )
Edit, 9-27- 2006, 6-3-2021, 6-26-2021

Note:
(1.) *pharos=
(lowercase) any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.

(2.)*vernal=
ver·nal /'v?rnl/ , adjective
of, in, or appropriate to spring.

Note two-
Excuse the many edits but fate, time, future insights
demanded a few changes from the original as was
first composed by a very none world hardened poet of
a mere youthfully blind 26 years old, in the year
of 1980.
Removed were several dark verses warning of the
many pitfalls of love and life that I, as have so very
many other young lads- found to be a quite sad part of
love when it fails. This new and heavily edited version
represents the beauty and blessing of love when it
triumphs and gifts its dearest, greatest sweet treasures….

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-29-2021, 10:27 PM

Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!

That ringing throughout the place came alive
The cat swiftly raced to the backdoor
Soon as it opened in it would dive
To chase away mice was its daily chore
Table set with coffee, eggs and pancakes
Surrounded by those hungry mouths to feed
So delicious like only grandma could make
Out we went to fed livestock and plant seeds.

Midnoon the roses glowed vibrant red
Each paid homage to life and mother sun
Decked around the porch and the old shed
Grandma watered them having such fun
That garden and her kids her pride and joy
She still agile and spry at eighty two
With sweet memories of her three young boys
She thanking God for her wonderful life
Had loved being a mother and wife.

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2021
Rhyme, ( Those were the glory days of youth )

Note:
As was promised, I wrote this new poem today,
using the phrase, the silent cat leapt-as was noted
from the haiku in my new blog, title-
"The Image, The Inner Reaches Of The Mind"
Thank you, James Marshall Goff for noting it
as your favorite line of that poem….
I promised to write a poem using that phrase
and have now done so.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

06-30-2021, 12:09 PM

From The Depths Of A Shadowy Ford

" the crystal dream of a sun-nurtured soul."-- quote by RJL

I, will seek the silent ways'
unknown in summer days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted 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,
The moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning Sun
Vanish in beauty, and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusty men.
I wouldst forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.

I will arise
And leave you, and thus 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, (early or else mid 70's)
Classicism, (From words born and a sweeter life sought )

Note-
Taking a break today to review some of my old poems
from the ancient days of youth, innocent truth,
dreams, life , love and a hard scrabble to exist with a
poet's heart, a warrior's spirit and dark inner rage that
always sought to destroy me then.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-01-2021, 03:19 PM

The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part One

The ancient stone, here Raven bled
Cursed and flew away alone
To follow the dark and make its night-bed
Unholy accursed path, bloody the stone
From the abyss, into light of the earth
With Fate and anger, its darkest of hands
A beast reborn - shadow of devil's worth
A repugnant new plague upon this land.

Woe! To the unsuspecting that are blind
Wading through life, unaware of the beast
A heart slayer, infester of the mind
Ravenous for innocence, its great feast
Invisible to most, a curse to few
Relentless in darkest of wicked guile
Ever seeking the cries of victims new
Witty its bold actions, patience its style.

For centuries it search to he then meet
And with the cleverness of its black wit
At his house uninvited take a seat
Torment nightly, drive insane- bit by bit
Blind to the ghastly creature was young Poe
He that life and love had been so tragic
Raven decided, put on a fine show
By showcasing its best evil magic.

First to wake its victim at midnight hour
An ungodly screech a soft tapping sound
From the walls, using its wicked powers
Then whisper, to further its victim hound
For years Poe pretended not to such hear
He was busy, with writing his great verse
No time for such nonsense, no time for fear
Deny the truth of this tiresome new curse

In so doing, shut out this bothersome beast
Pen sweeter words of love and write, write, write
Enjoy fame, his being toast of the East
Phantom ignore, that newborn curse of night
Yet to Raven, this was but the new game
Had it not, its greatest victim now found
And in glee, flew aloft screaming that name
Swearing an oath to one day have Poe bound.

Robert J. Lindley, started Sept 4th, 1979
Rhyme, Narrative

Note:
Part one of three, this from the original that was never completed.
Edited-- with now to write the two remaining parts to complete
the dark tale.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-06-2021, 10:47 PM

Walk A Straight Road, And Never Spit Into The Wind

Yes to the morn and its ravishing glows
As a male I was born, with strength to spare
Complete with hairy chest and stubby toes
Reared to fight on a bet and a dare
Thank God and Fate I a warrior true born
Walked the walk and bucked the wild horse
Learned to grab the old bull by the horns
Was taught to faithfully stay the true course.

Now this man remembers such wise advice
Walk straight road, never spit into the wind
Be a kind and true friend, learn to play nice
Live life fully right up until the end.

Slow sip whiskey, give women due respect.
Work hard, never your loved ones neglect.

R.J. Lindley, Aug. 21st 1975

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-09-2021, 01:51 PM

The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres
Yet Poe now keenly aware this was no dream
And with accursed fever, praying it to cease
Sought help from a young friend to form a team
Anything, anything to gain his release.

Raven now knew it was time to a truth real
That soon, very soon, it would make Poe cry
And with fiendish delight his true love kill
And forever all of his happiness deny
That night Poe lost it, flew into a rage
Scribing vows that few men would dare to utter
His blood was ink splashing onto each page
Gnashing teeth as each word he would mutter.

Raven too had hatched a brilliant new plan
A week he invisibly watched -showing no sign
Having realized Poe that was no ordinary man
Watching with hellish glee, as Poe scribed each line
This great battle was to be a battle of wits
Spread from night skies down to Plutonian shores
Beneath burning rocks into dark putrid pits
Two warriors set about to even the scores.

Poe rose each morn, a new fire in his steady eyes
For he could not Raven's dreaded threat forget
He must never blink- always seek to true prize
For nothing like this beast had he ever met
Raven each night, flew up from far below
With only inflicting pain on its hellish mind
That its hate was immense and each night grows
Could not see, that it would soon make it blind.

Thinking, smiling with time, time was on its side
And had not Fate to its evil demands agreed
Raven wings stretched for a victory ride
So very content to watch Poe's heart bleed
Yet Fate and Poe both decried its dark heart
In determination was born a plan
One sure to upset Raven's applecart
Must be executed as a long range plan.

It would use Raven's immense vanity
As well rely on a couple old traps
Twist or two to test Raven's sanity
And have Raven running few hundred laps
Poe who had never depended on Fate
Was all in as it was sure to go well
Raven would discover it far too late
And wake to again find itself in Hell.

First to inform about the game, Poe's friend
A young lad most clever and truly bright
He would have to hate Poe, only pretend
And make Raven believe it that dark night
Now to get the dagger and blood-red ink
Rehearse the scene while Raven was away
Water down the whiskey Poe was to drink
And in its success each sincerely pray.

Night again came, Raven was there with glee
Raven sat with its happy evil soul
Poe's room was dark almost too dark to see
Was necessary to achieve the goal
Poe began by decrying his sad plight
The constant torment was driving him mad
Complaining this agony was not right
What had he ever done that was so bad?

Muttering how his life he would soon end
And join his beloved in that dark place
Death take me, Poe called- this poor soul send
That again I may see her pretty face
Raven watching, thought this is what I need
Poe destroyed dying in deep disgrace
Beg I true evil let me see him bleed
No other joy could ever this replace!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2021
Rhyme

Note:
Part three is about halfway written, to complete
this horror tale it will be quite a bit longer than
the previous two parts and will definitely require
some time to edit and finalize... So bear with me
as my having been ill has slowed me down a lot.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-13-2021, 05:31 AM

LongTermGuy

07-14-2021, 09:15 PM

Raging Waters

From the glow of dawn and its golden rays
comes the promise of life and so much more
therein love's bounty its mysterious ways,
life rewards and opens beautiful doors.
The many that are blind to such true gifts
sadly walk into the dark to succumb
to the raging waters deep and so swift
in futile silent passage blind and dumb.

R.J. Lindley, Sept, 2nd, 1974
( The tragedy of those so very lost and blind )

Eye of the storm- Ryan Stevenson:

"In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
And in the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

When the solid ground is falling out from underneath my feet
Between the black skies, and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I've been sold out by my friends and my family
I can feel the rain reminding me

In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

Mmm, when my hopes and dreams are far from me
And I'm runnin' out of faith
I see the future I picture slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache
Are pouring down my face
I find my peace in Jesus' name

In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm (in the eye of the storm)

When the test comes in and the doctor says
I've only got a few months left
It's like a bitter pill I'm swallowing
I can barely take a breath
And when addiction steals my baby girl
And there's nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You
I trust You, Lord

In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (yeah!)
In the eye of the storm

You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

Oh, in the eye of
Lord, in the eye of the storm
I know You're watching me, yeah
Ay

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing
You're still holding on...

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing (
You're still holding on, ooh

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
Even when my flesh is failing
You're still holding on, holding on

The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He let's me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me"

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-15-2021, 10:08 AM

Eye of the storm- Ryan Stevenson:

"In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
And in the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

When the solid ground is falling out from underneath my feet
Between the black skies, and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I've been sold out by my friends and my family
I can feel the rain reminding me

In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

Mmm, when my hopes and dreams are far from me
And I'm runnin' out of faith
I see the future I picture slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache
Are pouring down my face
I find my peace in Jesus' name

In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm (in the eye of the storm)

When the test comes in and the doctor says
I've only got a few months left
It's like a bitter pill I'm swallowing
I can barely take a breath
And when addiction steals my baby girl
And there's nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You
I trust You, Lord

In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (yeah!)
In the eye of the storm

You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm

Oh, in the eye of
Lord, in the eye of the storm
I know You're watching me, yeah
Ay

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing
You're still holding on...

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing (
You're still holding on, ooh

When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
Even when my flesh is failing
You're still holding on, holding on

The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He let's me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me"

A truly great artist and a great song.
My favorite is his song- ""Tennessee Whiskey""....
Such magnificent lyrics , amplified by that magnificent singing voice he has.
I just presented a youtube video of the song in the music thread here below - What are you listening to?
So much of that song was a part of my life, my wild youth. --Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-17-2021, 10:44 AM

True Love Can Only Come From True And Sincere Heart

He cried, lord grant me one kiss,
Tis her lips I so dearly miss,
dark curls set her beauty apart
my angel that has won this heart
I that such treasure deserve not
my love she has forever got
no other sweetheart can compare
she of blue eyes and raven hair.
A soft answer came back as this,
Truth is, you - she so dearly miss.

She cried, God bless our new life,
I pray, only to be his wife
his touch, a sensual treasure
our nights to be sweetest treasure
I ask for such true wedded bliss
he gifts eternity each kiss
please bless our future together
with faith, to life's bad times weather.
A soft answer came back as this,
Love shall bring you, his lips to kiss.

As all was said, down came the word,
Your sincere pleas and faith was heard
you both, loving true, will be wed
blessed will be your marriage bed
treasure will be born of deep love
future blessings sent from above
such be written, such shall be done
you will have what your love has spun.
A last reply then to them came,
Light comes, as one honors my name.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-17- 2021
Romanticism,
( With Love, Truth, Faith and Hope- Blessings Abound )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:40:00 AM

With about a dozen edits, decided this was a finished piece. So presented it. Now perhaps she may see I can write other than dark verse. Although with me- dark verse- is indeed a dear passion. And to me represents that which is the other side of the coin in this world that we -all- know has so very much darkness in it.. A fact, that poetry's ever so very rich history- so clearly and magnificently reveals to those that look..
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:35:00 AM

This was born this morn because my wife read my new blog on the master Poet, Edgar Allan Poe. She then asked me why do your write about so much dark? Can you not write about positive things- perhaps about love? I replied yes I can. She replied, well then show me a good new romantic poem if you can and I mean today before I come home from work.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:35:00 AM

CONTINUED-- A challenge to me is a challenge to be honored. So I read about 5 dozen sonnets, many of which were composed by great poets here....... Then I read a few more by Byron, and by Shakespeare as well. Grabbed a pen and inked this first onto paper. Then into my digital note.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-19-2021, 01:19 PM

Hell, It Aint No Fad, But Best I Forget It

I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it

Life is just a broken heart disease
And not golden treasure that please
But that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
Tis my dying soul they want to seize
And lost spirit in this earthen form
O' tis darkness, the evil in terra form

I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it

Love is the harvest but mine is absent
A hero's sword is straight but mine is bent
It is a moonlit night and I'm a'cryin
I've lost my true sight, I am a'dyin
Comes that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
I beg forgiveness for all of my lyin'

I want it bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it

R.J. Lindley, 1973
Lyric, -when life was a dream- a hope

Edited, 1977, April 07-1979
Today, 7-19-2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-21-2021, 07:24 PM

Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains, A Short Series

Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

There, vigilant bronze feeds the steeds of war
Within long silent shadows, there you are
Lost child, sired from Prometheus unbound
Promise of a golden harvest not found.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 12th 1981

Wisdom From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

Attitudes and platitudes- hold that thought
Sad child, in your wicked lies you are caught
Crimson tinges sets the flower apart
Far too late after the last ship departs.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 15th 1981

Justice From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

You smiled licking your frosty callous thumb
Felt injustice, when struck both deaf and dumb
Laughed out loud as you rode your horse to death
Cursing that gift under your angry breath.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 19th 1981

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-23-2021, 05:28 AM

The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Three of Three

There came hammer knocking on the back door
As Poe was acting out pitiful moans
Raven thought, could this be from Hell's dark shore
Another beast hearing anguishing groans
Then a sweet young voice, from a mortal man
Asking entry from his friend Master Poe
Raven mused, more fish for frying pan
Tonight shall be a most delightful show!

Poe look startled but said, "enter young lord"
I was merely rehearsing for a play
Pray tell me what news for I am bored
And this has been a truly dreadful day
Young Luke crossed the room and bowed low
Rising gave Poe the dagger as a gift
Asking, Master Poe why this strange request
And your odd message, bring it and be swift.

Poe took the weapon with a sad, sad look
In a wailing voice said- "this is my Fate"
As he did so his entire body shook
He in soft voice moaned, you are not too late
Young Luke was startled and a bit confused
Have you such sorrows as to death invite
Asking, for this you would not have used
A dear friend, to bring this sharp blade tonight!

No sooner said, than Raven cried, "no not yet"
Poe you must not, I need far more than this
Too soon, dark master and I have a bet
And next blood moon is to be your death kiss
Poe and Luke pretended to not such hear
As Luke moved and blocked Raven's view
Raven almost exploded from the fear
When Luke that loud cry gave, Raven then knew!

Alas! Raven thought such must never be
This calamity that has foiled my plan
Was never what Fate and I did agree
Not for this hideous and loathsome man
Fate, have you our agreement now went back on
Did not our sworn oath -we in hot-blood swear
And both splash our venom on the bloodstone
This, after my accursed soul I bare!

As Luke stepped back, there Poe in blood lay
That dagger to the hilt stick in his chest
Luke fell to his knees, God forgive I pray
May our brother Poe now have peaceful rest
Raven beside itself, at thus being cheated
Cursed sky, cursed even louder Fate
As Luke into far corner retreated
Raven came forward to eat from that plate.

As Raven neared, his invisible cloak fell
Approaching were Master Poe had died
And from distant hill the midnight church bell
Rang in tune with those tears Raven cried
Leaning closer to whisper in Poe's ear
Raven over dead master hovered
Saying, this fresh blood my soul now so cheers
I shall taste it and my face now smother!

With its ghastly black tongue it licked
As it got that first bloody red-ink taste
Would know it had been cleverly tricked
Poe acted swiftly, with no time to waste
The dagger plunged into Raven's chest
Raven felt its razor sharp silver blade
Poe said, I send thee to your hellish nest
And to the death that your evil hath made!

Then Raven vanished into thin air
Room suddenly lit up with golden light
A glowing angel then appeared there
Allowing Poe and Luke to see its sight
With a joyful shout it sang right on out
You shall both be truly, deeply blessed
And with deep pride walk this world all about
Raven now this failure has confessed.

Luke spoke first, saying but Raven is dead
How can it, such confession ever speak
Poe, did you hear what this angel has said
Raven can again into our world sneak
Poe addressed the angel, is this true
That foul beast can innocent souls aggrieve
Did it not receive the death it was due
Or has Fate- Luke and I now so deceived?

Angel replied, that was Raven's first death
Evil beast has six more deaths to endure
Before that savage thing takes its last breath
Earth not see it's like, of that I assure
Poe said, of this night I shall set in verse
We must ever be on guard and alert
And remember this beast is a dark curse
That lives to get revenge and mankind hurt!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2021
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe
Part Three of Three

Note:
Presented as composed- unedited

Note_
Total of three parts, composed in a total of 200
rhyming verses....This is part three- the conclusion.
A dark tale, in rhyme and with the epic struggle
between Raven and Master Poe.
Raven with yet more six more lives to infest earth
and thus plague Poe and whomever it chooses.
I myself have heard the late night knocking but
but laughed it off and set mousetraps -knowing
that disbelief is a stout shield…. Admitting that
such is a reality may bring in an unwanted guest….

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

07-24-2021, 08:42 AM

Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains,
Series Conclusion

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Soft Cries From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

I 've broken the deep silence that is profound
Slept amidst low cracklings of dying leaves
Lent my heart, sold it pennies on the pound
But, tis agony of your loss that grieves.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 24th 1981
Quatrain

*****

Mere Shreds From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

You begged to rest on this rocky ground
Lying just beneath that cold chamber door
Midnight pains hardly made a frantic sound
Yet pride lost whilst making pitiful score.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 26th 1981
Quatrain

*****

Voided From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

You limp on your bitter, frost-bitten foot
And I, my dying soul cry all the more
There in that love-torn basket love was put
You left seeking gems on another shore.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 27th 1981
Quatrain

*****

Whispers From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

In fresh twilight, loving whispers float free
Life echoed young call to remember love
Hope rested under its usual shade tree
Massive cold raindrops fell from far above.

R.J. Lindley , Dec 2nd 1981
Quatrain

*****

Waking From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

There waits truth, far beyond the shoreless sea
Waves lashing and bright bold thunder crashing
In world, where life was a magical tree
With all the lakes and mighty fish splashing.

R.J. Lindley , Dec 9th 1981
Quatrain

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-01-2021, 09:09 PM

Once I Thought This Of Magic Poetry

Once I thought this of magic poetry
All was there as a most wonderful sea
So foolish, that was me forgetting this
Tis not that simple to enjoy such bliss
For great verses are born by ink and pen
Alas! These must come from souls of mere men
Mortals that are of weaken flesh and blood
Some that live, to drag others through the mud!

Once I thought life wonderful poetry
Forever a treasure and part of me
So foolish, such as that so naively think
And in that sweet dream, forget to ever blink!

But this world is dark and full of hard knocks.
Although sad blues reign, poetry still rocks!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021
Rhyme,

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-04-2021, 02:33 PM

One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From The Fridge.

Why did I write, " I do truly love her"
Carve love lost hope into innocent bark
She that had called me a surly cur
An insult that left a deep hidden mark.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

This love-storm, its endless revolutions
Far worse than a tempest and a hanging
From dark depths of mankind's evolution
The hard invisible blows still clanging.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

Insanity- to love so futilely
Live in past dreams - under a falling bridge
Follow along, so damn dutifully
One whose devilish heart comes from the fridge.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

R.J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973
Rhyme
( From within the frozen and heartless Void )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-06-2021, 05:25 AM

At Home, Resting After A Sweet Morning Trek

Cool and sweet
Laced with gentle streams
The treasure of forested hills
Forest sighs, and afternoon delight
'neath welcoming sky.

Souls they touch
Hearts they enthrall
Day or night
Embrace this spirit
Soothe with that colorful treasure
O giant that awaits the dawn
Welcome this eager friend.

R.J. Lindley, Sept 03-1973
( After A Much Needed Visit )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-07-2021, 05:28 PM

Remembering-that which was precious and lost
both youth and the time spent with my beloved dad
when a child I saw the beauty of gleaming frost
that revelation made this soul happy and glad.....8-07-2021

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Default A Tribute To An Old Man
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.
He passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.

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 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 212

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-13-2021, 07:51 AM

The Banquet At Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru

Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again
Massacre - born, demon-fed influence
Wherein greed met a savage confluence
No doubt that somewhere there was gleaming gold
And for that armored saviors, their souls sold!

Light and history records that foul deed
More the pity that they had massive greed
Kind that fears not, shedding innocent blood
And upon heathen ground cast a red flood
Dare one ask, where light, love and mercy fled
As that day even the stones flowed with red
No price too steep to reap golden treasure
Did it to such heroes it give pleasure!

In this savage world such was forgotten
No blame laid on those so truly rotten
Men of prowess, deepest faith and true hearts
Darkness of which greed's hands so oft imparts
They that murdered for gold and power
While feasting in their false golden towers
Shall not God's true judgment ever evade
For true justice demands a price be paid!

Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme

Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_events_named_massacres

November 16, 1532 Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru Cajamarca massacre ~2,000

The Battle of Cajamarca was the unexpected ambush and seizure of the Inca ruler Atahualpa by a small Spanish force led by Francisco Pizarro, on November 16, 1532. The Spanish killed thousands of Atahualpa's counsellors, commanders and unarmed attendants in the great plaza of Cajamarca, and caused his armed host outside the town to flee. The capture of Atahualpa marked the opening stage of the conquest of the pre-Columbian Inca civilization of Peru.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-14-2021, 04:08 PM

Back In The Autumn Of '73

Born from memory distant scene
rooster crowed, then peacock's preen
set the stage for a summer trek
hope alive, but barely a speck
as life its great mysteries hid
auction on, I made my first bid.

Discovery was the youthful aim
life was then thought to be a game
yet world had far different plans
educate with pain this blind man
and that by way of a love lost
born when flowers fear the first frost.

What was sent was taken away.
Deep agony lives 'til this day.
R. J. Lindley,
Snap sonnet- ( The dark that comes and oft overwhelms )

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-16-2021, 05:44 AM

Of Night Ascendant, Soft Capricious Moon

Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.

Traversing immanent course with our God
Through appalling world, may we safely trod.

Throughout life, we our flowering seeds sow
Rising to dawn's call, its majestic glows.

Daring to deny world's dark temptations
Live true, within Light's illuminations.

Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.

R.J. Lindley, 1980
Rhyme ( Wherein A Soul Finds Salvation )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-21-2021, 10:37 AM

As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

But if truth and light grace your soul
And a wisdom shields heart and mind,
You may in life hope for the best
As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient illusions
And either we come to know or not know
That to this dark world- we are less than nothing.
O truth! Does life and love gift all we need
As that gaze from stars crying while looking down
We then, that are not born of eternal seeds
Wade through this ever changing realm
Mired in the darkness which patiently lies, waiting within!

In love we think we are flowers blooming forever
In gardens devoid of decay
Yet invisible beyond that veil
Are powers that seethe in anger
Things that seek to destroy, and eat us alive.
Such foreboding exists, as does ground beneath bare and roaming feet
Although in blindness we see only with limited sight we have
Prone to seek peace, love and beauty,
We conjure up fantasies and dreams
Illusions that quell our deep and internal fears!

Ah, gone are days of the magical gods
They which could be insured to take the blame
Those that set us into perils, into savage wars
In our ignorance we saw- the gods played and wreaked havoc
As we, heaped upon this world mysterious gifts of darkness
And paraded forth as if living was a mere game
A thing which we mastered, a monster we truly controlled.

And in that deception we saw imagined gods that we had conquered
And we imagined the Gods that we had become-through our magnificent being!

Robert J. Lindley, May 20th 1989
Verse
Note: Deleted

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-22-2021, 05:45 PM

My three, Bliss Carman- dedication poems.

I composed first two last week and the third

poem, very early this morn.

(1.)

New Dawn, Blessed Gems With Love So Gifted

From morning glow, into soft basking day,

Sacred the time, in life and love we pray,

We converse, we laugh, and hope we embrace-

Fallen man, rectified by God's pure grace.

For divine light that gifts its tender glows,

Healing us from our pains, sorrows and woes,

Upon earth and we mortals so in need

Of saving balm as in darkness we bleed.

Evidenced by Nature's constant gifts

Words heavenly sent that our souls uplift

We so blessed, can thank our living God

As upon this our earth, we daily trod.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2021

Cumque esset mane, meridiem haec anima et haec leniter demulcens blanditiis

*********

(2.)

Beauty Of Sunset And A Life With Love

Behold! Dawn with its ravishing beauty

Life must be more than a slavish duty

From golden shores unto whispering hills

Let love enter, until treasures it spills

Understand precious touch of womankind

For upon earth - that is the gold we find.

Accept all we have and our daily bread

With love's bounty one is truly well fed

Wake unto morning's new resplendent calls

One is blessed without great golden walls.

Walk with Nature unto its forest crown

Flee a spell away from idle town

See and feel the wonders of God's own hands

As life's beauty gifts its most wondrous strands.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2021

In medio annorum vivifica me dulcis rufus occasum

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(3.)

Love Exists As Notes From A Warbler's Throat

Love exists as notes from a warbler's throat

On life's fleeting winds truth so gaily floats

Over mountains steep and sweet meadows below

Bringing along heart's beauty in its tow

Salvation comes with prayer's truest breath

Conquering woes and even mortal death.

Earth has awaken since first dawning of Man.

Grinning, dancing, spinning- as only it can.

Life and Nature need not fight as they do

Certain harmony is long overdue

Love cries out life must find a better way

Than sad darkness, with its shadowy grays.

Earth has awaken since first dawning of Man.

Grinning, dancing, spinning- as only it can.

Love exists as notes from a warbler's throat

On life's fleeting winds truth so gaily floats

Over mountains steep and sweet meadows below

Bringing along heart's beauty in its tow.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-22-2021

May poetica amoris et verum in aeternum nuptui

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-27-2021, 05:58 AM

I Swear A Sincere Oath Each Arriving New Morn

Amidst wreckage and sorrows dwelling deep
I fight to beautiful memories keep
To break dark that threatens to engulf me
So oft swamped by storms from crashing seas
I a floating leaf in massive expanse
Lonely and bereft of heart's true romance.

I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.

I swear sincere oath each arriving morn
To thus battle, to mend this life so torn
Not as a warrior to brave or too proud
Or a timid soul hiding in the crowd
But instead as a hopeful refugee
One so desperate and too mad to flee.

I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.

Once eager heart beat in me and much more
Long ago, I strolled sweet white sand shores
Singing with light and dancing in fine tune
Under summer sun in the month of June
Watching rolling waves and that deep blue sea
As a young lad, not this old refugee.

I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.

I swear sincere oath each arriving morn
To thus battle, to mend this life so torn
Not as a warrior to brave or too proud
Or a timid soul hiding in the crowd
But instead as a hopeful refugee
One so desperate and too mad to flee.

I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2021
Rhyme, ( New Writing To Refill The Cookie Jar )
"We race on trying to regain our youth,
vanquished by reality and truth." RJL quote

"Nos currere ad trying ad repetendam adolescentia nostra:
victa rei veritatem."

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

08-29-2021, 06:02 AM

New Life Given And Glows Of A Golden Crown

A pity, stark indifference and sad
Paths taken into that darkness and woe
It is not that world and all life is bad
As willful blindness we let evil grow
In course of that we build a blacken room
Mold iron shutters to deny the light
Glorify our dancing in that black tomb
And learn to love evil that parades at night!

Yet if eyes are opened we can see
Just how deeply we into darkness fell
Fathomless horror found we seek to flee
Away from those blinding gates of Hell
Realization wakes to light's sweet breath
Salvation leading to a clear road seen
Away from eager hands of fated death
And former life that was truly obscene!

Rising to dawn's glow and a golden crown
We again find life and love's blessed touch
Walking from our former shallow renown
We may again paint with a joyous brush!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2021
Romanticism,
( Treasure Found In True Light )

Note_
Written just this morn, born from
a conversation with a dear friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-05-2021, 03:55 AM

Memories Of The Long Sad Journey

Bitter cold that Saturday morning, I could see my breath parade before me.
No breakfast as I had quietly left the house and started my trek back to our old home.
Memories flooded my brain with each new turn along that dusty road.
Along with questions about why I was now so rebellious.

Quicker, walk quicker my heart and soul demanded. Do you not want to touch the
bedroom door where your father slept? Slept before that long dark sleep.
Slept in such pain and sorrow?
Yes, bellowed back my invisible friend.

frosty morning dew
loose pebbles crunched beneath feet
earth, morning sky paled

Halfway there, with my heart racing and anticipation heightened
I could almost imagine a real touch. A real touch of he- now lost to all eternity!
What wild thoughts come to a teenage soul and mind in its greatest of pains and sorrows.
Can death be denied? Can one bring back even for the briefest moment a loved one..
A father, a father!

blackbirds silent view...
wrapped in winter's sheen
light ahead, welcomed beacon

Walking up the short drive and onto the front porch. Only gone away half a year and such change found!
Silence, silence engulfed my thoughts. Struck numb as I entered our vacated home.
Home were my father had exhaled his last breath. Hand shaking as I reach for that doorknob..
What would I see? His ghost? Would I dare touch his ghost?
Walked into a cold and lonely room--nothing!
No smile, no hug, no long awaited touch!
Only tears, tears by the bucketful.
What had I come to find? Was I crazy to want to see, talk, touch one more time?

one old shoe, lonely
broken window, dusty mounds
bleak abandoned walls

I knew, knew this was it. Life gave no overs and no going back to happier times.
The terror of that reality, would it ever leave. Would it?
Father was dead and my life was over.
I walked out into this dark world ready to fight.
Fighting to be left alone, with my never ending sorrow and its sweet cuts....
Cuts embraced to keep my rage, to yet again feel,
defeat the icy numbness in a rebellious teenager's aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-05- 2017

Juicer66

09-05-2021, 04:55 AM

Just something I doodled over Breakfast
Ich bin ein Holzfäller und fühl mich stark,
Ich schlaf des Nachts und hack am Tag.

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume, ich ess mein Brot,
Ich geh auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geh ich shopping,
Kau Kekse zum Kaffee.

Er fällt die Bäume, er isst sein Brot,
Er geht auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geht er shopping,
Kaut Kekse zum Kaffee.

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume und hüpf und spring,
Steck Blumen in die Vas'
Ich schlüpf in Frauenkleider
Und lümmel mich in Bars.

Er fällt Bäume, er hüpft und springt,
Steckt Blumen in die Vas'
Er schlüpft in Frauenkleider
Und lümmelt sich in Bars...?

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume, trag Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter.
Wär gern ein kleines Mädchen
So wie mein Onkel Walter.

Er fällt die Bäume, trägt Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter...?

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-05-2021, 05:08 AM

Just something I doodled over Breakfast

Ich bin ein Holzfäller und fühl mich stark,
Ich schlaf des Nachts und hack am Tag.

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume, ich ess mein Brot,
Ich geh auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geh ich shopping,
Kau Kekse zum Kaffee.

Er fällt die Bäume, er isst sein Brot,
Er geht auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geht er shopping,
Kaut Kekse zum Kaffee.

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume und hüpf und spring,
Steck Blumen in die Vas'
Ich schlüpf in Frauenkleider
Und lümmel mich in Bars.

Er fällt Bäume, er hüpft und springt,
Steckt Blumen in die Vas'
Er schlüpft in Frauenkleider
Und lümmelt sich in Bars...?

Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.

Ich fälle Bäume, trag Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter.
Wär gern ein kleines Mädchen
So wie mein Onkel Walter.

Er fällt die Bäume, trägt Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter...?

Very good, did you write this?????---Tyr

Juicer66

09-05-2021, 05:14 AM

My Muse is boundless .

And I watched them in concert on Sky last night .

My little Schiklgrubers , as I call them .

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-12-2021, 09:10 AM

Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 1

Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.

O' deepest sorrows why were you thus cast
Allowing joy to fade away so fast
Had we not with truest hearts in love fled
Together, spirit and soul therein wed
Watching beauty of night's heavenly skies
World's evils we gave no thought or replies
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.

How I now so grieve that ill-fated day
In my epic misery bow to pray
For sweet mercy and yet another shot
To live forever in our moonlit spot
Swearing to always refuse any goodbye
Such dark reality firmly deny
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.

Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )

Note-
"Such sorrows of youth and the innocence that was our shield."
"Talibus aerumnas iuvenum et innocens clypei"

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-12-2021, 11:12 AM

Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 2

Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.

I wake from dreams and eager dawn I beg
Give me back love and my young dancing legs
For in this tired ole spirit hope still shines
I see Nature's beauty smell scented pines
Walk the ancient trails and rest a bit
Thank God my bloodline gives me heart and grit
Oft I wonder who now walks these old shoes
As lonely builds its walls and sings its blues.

Sun sets a glowing red, life welcomes soft night
Such a soulful peace allows no dark fright
In youth I found that time was not a friend
For took away joy as happy days end
And some nights radiant moon its rays hid
Reminding, fairy tales are just for kids
In those somber thoughts, her dear face appears
And then in waiting heart love romance sears.

Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )

Note-

"I that hold hope as a long lost friend. Awaits its gifts"…
"I. Qui spem tam diu perditam teneo amici. Exspecta eius dona."

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-16-2021, 12:59 PM

And In Rhapsody And Colors Life Flows

There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows
About, beyond, into eternity
I see an ant, its miracle divine
Endless waves splash into infinity
Dare I ever try to my soul define?

Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?

Through scenic beauty and heart's tender beats
I sift sweet flavors of salt laced air
Graving far more than life's woes to defeat
I marvel at the birds flying in pairs
What do they think of dangerous mankind
Can they know we are lost seeking our way
Amongst trash we so often leave behind
Racing ever onward without delay?

Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?

I walk in a soft daze wondering why
Life to us seems a magnificent mystery
We think foolishly to our flaws deny
When evidence emits from history
Then a fine gem appears, a strange seashell
Its radiance singing a lullaby
Immediately comes a wondrous spell
Saying, "your life exists to heaven fly".

Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?

There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows.

Robert J. Lindley, June 24, 1979
Romanticism

Old Note-
I hope so deeply that life stops being so damn hard
In my dreams it promises such wondrously sweet rewards.

New Note-
Even now with rhapsody and colors fading
Life cries out, live and love- we are still grading.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

09-24-2021, 05:08 PM

From Poetic Thoughts On Mankind And Its Accursed Fate

Hark! Grasp firm precious golden ray of moonlight
Wrap in heart's grip, let seep into awaiting dreams
Release it next dreadful, hellish-cast storming night
To delight in its saliently flowing bright streams.

With fervent prayers, bid high Heavens to cast down
Manna and wine to the feast-born unwashed masses
Without need for a foolish king and crushing crown
Or enslavement and wars from rebellious classes.

Flesh and blood are wont to beg unto shining skies
Filled with grieving's of broken souls and lost hope
Surrounded by dark world and deep burgeoning lies,
Ever present rock strewn dangers of its pitted slopes.

Alas! Tis it not true, chains of our mortal curse
Groom enticing pathways for us to do our worse?

Dare we this proclivity to set asunder
And thus, into redeeming light far further wander?

Robert J. Lindley, -early 70's
Edited, 9/23- 2021
( When Dawn's Enlightenment, Its Golden Rays Unto A Young Lad Gifted )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-12-2021, 06:59 PM

That Reality Of Sorrows, That Life May One Day Bring

In twain asunder, darkness broke within
life became a sardonic little grin,
gone were those far happier summer days
my princess and her soft heavenly ways
with sweet-felt Spring glows, her beautiful smiles-
her dancing moves, in her elegant style
nevermore radiance that heart so stirs
now only gashes cut by Fated spurs.

In twain asunder, darkness broke within.
Life became a sardonic little grin.

And future hope into ashes turned
all of our dreams ravaged and spurned,
no more dreaming, thinking life to be sure
deep sorrows born from what was truly pure
this the handiwork and death's coming blows
as midnight shrieking of ravenous crows
O' can one such horror ever deny
when such dark-cast rains falls from wicked sky?

In twain asunder, darkness broke within.
Life became a sardonic little grin.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2021
Dark Rhyme

( "Death is rare ever a welcomed guest
its cold daggers stab to hear piercing cries
And it lies, promising a peaceful sweet rest"- RJL )

( And one asked, what future awaits ahead-
the silent forest whispered- you may far too soon see )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-13-2021, 11:38 AM

When Deep Darkness And Shadows Race To Fore

Heartache is oft an invisible cut
Within the silent and deadly new field
Black boulders bring amidst deepening ruts,
Calamity, which oft one finds no shield.

Flung from sticky webs of hideous dark
Into the depths of an innocent soul
Unrelenting, to make a galling mark,
Its newborn despair taking wicked toll.

What to do to stop such dark woe-some flow
Destroying past happiness with its veil
Injecting agony as a new show,
Whilst poor soul often slides past gates of hell.

Dawn's welcoming sun is no longer seen
Nor those bright golden beams that heart so cheer
As despair casts forth its shadowy sheen,
Lost hope, becomes sad shades of looming fear.

Robert J. Lindley,
10-13-2021

Note:
Sometimes the gate opens and dark invades..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

10-18-2021, 05:12 PM

From A Sad Book, A Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament

Fear I, morn brings not glistening of dew
That in youth's vanished seeds of demise
Wisps of shadows in dark meadows grew
Midnight sent forth melancholy surprise.

Alas, soft wings of hope fled far away
As falling leaves of silence too soon roar
I cannot defeat intense coming grays
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.

I sing song of a dear paradise lost
Radiant life with love and abundant
To see yet again glowing gems of frost
O' mercy Lord, a sweeter life please grant.

With falling leaves of silence's epic roar,
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2021
Sonnet, ( A bitter pill when Hope seems utterly lost )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

icansayit

10-18-2021, 06:05 PM

Robert...we can feel your sorrow in all of your words poetic. Bless you both!

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-07-2021, 05:27 AM

My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning......-Tyr

PALLIATIVE

Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given in fullest measures
An ancient oak spreading out wide to give cool shade
Wonderment, diversity of the Everglades.

Glory of a red sunset and a cool Spring night,
A gift of newborn kittens in morn's first light.

Hope, sweet summer days -life and so very much more
Those answered prayers that the faithful implore
Watching radiant moon sing on a summer rest
Romance and heart joining passing every test.

Glory of a time when hard day's work is well done.
Watching beloved children having such great fun.

Vacation, old ranch- together those horseback rides
Midnight pier, rolling waves of the Pacific tides
Watching old, yellow orb sink in the great beyond
Gifting morn's first kiss as ones beloved responds.

Glory of holding so tight in that sweet embrace.
Jewel each new day seeing her sweet smiling face.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-07-2021
Romanticism

(1.) Palliative

pal·li·a·tive
/ˈpalēˌādiv,ˈpalēədiv/

(of a medicine or medical care) relieving pain without dealing with the cause of the condition.
"orthodox medicines tend to be palliative rather than curative"
Similar:
soothing
alleviating
sedative
calmative
calming
alleviative
alleviatory
lenitive
demulcent
Assuasive

(2.)
Poetry, writing
Setting free -thoughts ideas, deep feelings- giving -helping others, etc…

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-13-2021, 05:53 AM

From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow,
Part One

When he rose that morn his old dog let out a bark
shaving he saw night's foray had left a slash-mark,
with smiling grin he recalled the glorious fight
how he felled his attacker with a mighty right.

Yes he thought, was fantastic to do such again
remembering days of youth, a man among men
and with that he began breakfast for his grandson
just as he had now for almost two decades done.

Why not he mused, let the lad sleep a little late
for this golden new dawn he had a date with fate,
his grandson would leave this cabin travelling forth
into deep freezing lands of Alaska's far north.

While he continued on his lonely existence
fighting dark world, his own personal resistance
ignoring broken heart, massive buckets of pain
farming his wars, his bread made without any grain.

Contemplating glory days of a wayward youth
reminded then, Fate and Death -harbingers of truth
both lie with a certain deep, vicious fortitude
night and sleep, dreams gifts feeding darker attitudes.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2021
Narrative

Note-
Part one of a planned 4 part narrative
but hey, with the uncertainty of life who knows,
could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
another storm blows out the near fading lights…..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-15-2021, 11:32 AM

New Life, Inspiration From A Gifted Revelation

Methought I heard a fallen angel call
Forth from a forest of beautiful falls
With lakes and rivers and sweet mountain view
Through the thick undergrowth I waded through
Under blue sky and bright sun beaming down
I heard, lost my wings and my golden crown
Crying out, help I can no longer fly
Please kind sir, save me now before I die.

Therein a booming loud echo came back
One that quickly stopped me in my tracks
Do you hear my angel in dire distress
Just ahead, in that catastrophic mess
In your evil world, on your heartless earth
Dare you show your true mettle, your true worth
Or will you do as others have oft done
Race away to look for your worthless gun?

I replied not I, a gun I need not
What good would be a gun, a useless shot
Soon I found an angel bound in chains
Crying and moaning from deep piercing pains
That come from a heart slashed very deep
From loss of crown and wings it could not keep
Next to the sad angel was a large rock
There were words reading, " your chains have no lock".

Then I saw a bloody sword on the ground
As the angel made earth shattering sounds
Truly baffled, I looked for more clues
Asked I, angel did this mess you choose
I got only icy stare and silence
As my heart went out seeing this violence
How angel was cut up and put in chains
Asked I, angel can this you explain?

Angel then spoke, pray tell, where do I start
Do you not know, I am your blinded heart
Manifestation of your soul within
A shadow of darkness found in most men
You have walked through life too deeply blind
With your selfish love on your dark-set mind
I am chained as is your straying heart
I exist here now lost, all torn apart.

Thus your task is to your own life renew
To free me a complete change you must do
Have you that within you, are you that brave
Will you reform and this angel then save
At this great shock, I went down to my knees
Looking up far beyond cover of trees
I prayed and did so with fearsome might
That this heart and soul could regain true sight.

Those words uttered, were as sprouting seeds
Then came wisdom and light to fill our needs
As the light flashed, wings the angel grew
Flying back came the gold crown justly due
Chains melted off and we were both set free
As heart, soul, and mind could suddenly see
Angel said, now to heaven I return
Because you choose to your former life spurn.

Through the window dawn's soft light drifted in
Eyes opened, was it just a dream then
As I rose, a voice from the outside said
Do not dare, let those lies into your head
I was there and chained but am now free
You were there blinded but now you can see
Today, walk to that place - read that large rock
Dear friend, that is if you can stand the shock.

Robert J. Lindley, June 7th 1990
Narrative- edited august 22nd 2004,
Feb 3rd 2007 and 11-15-2021

Note:
Sometimes , one has to wait to find the right ending
to certain poem fragments.
Especially so with heartfelt narrative poetry…..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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Note:
Recently some things caused me to remember and then search for and find this very old poem fragment to edited again and finally complete.
I hope you the reader may enjoy it, because some of the journey that brought this now finished piece to life has been real. God bless..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-16-2021, 02:23 PM

Of Nature, Desert, Sand And Western Skies

Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
Where desolation runs ever so wild
Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.

At dawn, an avalanche of soft golden rays
Promise of a bright new day. Hope begins
With magnificent essence of last night's dream
A strike! Down topples wobbling bowling pins

Oh, flicking tongue slithering across the sands
Promise of heat and sweat, salt oozing skin
Yet beauty lives within these god-forsaken lands
No place for the week, or feeble old men.

At mid-day, even the cactus cries out and droops
As air stands still, baking all to its glee
Marching ants scurry underneath in racing troops
Life seeks shade in ovens of sandy seas.

Oh, beyond the expanse- heavenly shores of green
Where the low hills sing a soft melody
Cowboys vanished, just lonely in this hot scene
Hot rays, heat and thirst makes the threnody.

Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
Where desolation runs ever so wild
Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2021
Imagism

Note:
Rewrite of an old poem from the early 1980's..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-18-2021, 01:12 PM

Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint

You were my first cup of wine with a kick
As we sat there watching a horror flick
O' but were you not a beautiful sight
And I, wild young I, so lucky that night
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!

Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

I loved you then and yet do today
I remember all, tho' now old and gray
Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs
Curves that could make any guy up and beg
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!

Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams
You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam
And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss
For all of the world's gold, I would not miss
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!

Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
Romanticism

Note:
Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago
that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless
I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was
wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth
its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject
and pitiful blindness…..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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New Note: 11-18-2021

This poem was composed long ago- I remembered it,
searched for it to update it and the editing added
came from greater hindsight that the passing decades
have given me. I think it a far better piece with the revisions
that have been added with the benefit of hindsight....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-20-2021, 06:08 AM

From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow
Part Two

Spring had come amongst the eager popular trees
he walked the old trail with his arthritic knees,
thinking about ongoing life, wide open plains
angry sky above, promising a flood of rain.

Hearing river, melodic was its soothing roar
if only she was with him, life would be no bore
youth and its glories jumped into weary mind
what today, what little newborn joy could he find?

Then there it was, a boat, his boat long ago lost
there in red letters, "LIVE BEFORE THE KILLING FROST"
found again, after seven long years had flown by
little joy had come- he remembered her blue eyes.

Fleeting tho' it was, for lonely then cried out
fool- remember she is gone roared that loud shout
ahh yes, to eternal grieving self he mused
life relents not, for a spell he was confused.

Reality knocked, saying grandson is gone
how could that you forget, you are always alone
that flooded river, in your lost boat take a ride
stop weeping, childish sorrow I cannot abide.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2021
Narrative

Note-
Part two of a planned 4 part narrative
but hey with the uncertainty of life who knows,
could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
another storm blows out the near fading lights…..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-21-2021, 08:39 AM

Seven Revelations Born From Early Morn's Poetic Thoughts

Life Moving Ever Onward

one broken gold band
empty house, new motorcycle
fast flowing river

Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2021
haiku

Real, Imagined And Appreciated

dreams of Nature's gifts
golden castle, mountain top
Fall, harvested fields

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22- 2021
haiku

Once When Life Was Simpler

bright shiny penny
pair of shoes, about three bucks
faded memories

Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2021
haiku

Youth, A Lonely Day And A Wish Once Made

old fence, red robin
summer afternoon sunset
dreaming, future life

Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2021
haiku

A Sweet Morning Delight

hot coffee and dawn
out the window, mowed lawn
bacon smell, yum yum

Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2021
haiku

A Small Town View, Time Flows Ever Onward

old cracked sidewalk
summer morning, soft cool wind
weekend looking back

Robert J. Lindley, 9-05-2021
haiku

Sad And Lonesome Scene

old plank, termite holes
farm, old paths to empty pond
dead forest, lost hope

Robert J. Lindley, 9-01- 2021
haiku
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-23-2021, 12:18 PM

My first composing again to enter a contest after a long break from doing that.--Tyr

(“Heaven doesn’t ignore cries of a broken heart.”- Toba Beta quote)

Writing, Healing After True Love Lost

Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

Across universe, so does this dark storm parade
slashing, challenging mind to its powers defeat
does no good to devise constant clever charade
for real relief never rewards those souls that cheat
yet a measure of joy can come from ink and pen
as heart sincerely speaks, ink to paper sinks in.

Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

Such realization from writing a blessing sent
by way of purging out dark to another realm
matters not how ones hurt soul may be torn or rent
a poet steers life's ship as master at its helm
by embracing writing as a new lover's kiss
write, weave joy's blanket to forget love gone amiss.

Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

Let spirit this path pursue to a soothing place
by questioning self and how world its losses gives
whenever love has been lost, one must such pain face
writing can be that balm to teach that love forgives
grab paper and pen ink heart and soul to release
if truly sought, the results brings a lasting peace.

Yes, heart can love again after a true love lost!
Yes, poetry can heal such tragic, crushing pain!

Composed, November 22, 2021
Inspired by "W" New Poetry Contest
Theme: Writing
Sponsor: Constance La France

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-28-2021, 09:41 AM

From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth
Blog, On Poetic Contrast, Between Dark And Light
(My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.)
(from my new blog)

(1.)

The Horrid Night, The Terrible Nightmare

In a dance of serpents the long fangs drip

poison falling from needle sharp fang tips

chained here in this dark cavern of doom

with just one bite this will become my tomb

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

Seems a dream, ghastly nightmare to endure

I think, tis true my heart is not so pure

but that proves what a weak mortal I be

one like all other, too blinded to see

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

I cringe, three snakes slither over to me

in their cold serpent eyes hunger I see

agonizing with my shivers I wait

powerless, now cast into hands of dark Fate

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

As minutes pass like weeks or painful days

aching brain conjures up some fleeing ways

If I sincerely pray maybe I live

I do, I think what treasures may I give

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

Then from the dark a voice begins to speak

you are man, and man is evil and weak

I the master of fear reign in this dark

here you are like a bare tree with no bark

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

I fought the strong urge to give a reply

I wanted to ask the hidden voice, why

on earth was I in this place brought and bound

in this frightening dark, deep underground

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

How I do not know, the voice heard my mind

saying, I brought you because you are blind

in this cavern, a lesson you must learn

recalling life's warnings you once did spurn

I ponder deep how did I end up here,

as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

It was then I cried, God forgive me

I was truly a lost fool, now I see

Please rescue me from this dark abode

I know now it was my soul I then sold

I now know how I ended up down here,

where my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !

I give thanks, that this lost soul you now save!

With your mercy, I leave this self-made grave!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021

Rhyme (Dark)

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(2.)

From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth

Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

As world represents its raging black-seas

man exist, victim uttering sad pleas

battles fought, sacrificing flowing red

Alas! But vanity that gifts more dead!

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

Spring arrives, O' glory- of rising seeds

earthen harvests that many billions feeds

fruits of man's labors, Nature's blessed soil

does soul and body well, labor's hard toil.

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

Mankind walks onward in its blinded way

amidst darkness, victims to set to pay

forgetting divine gifts, walking dead roads

increasing chained hands, life's heavy loads.

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

Why mankind seeks sadden hearts, weary hands

one must embrace light's truth to understand

for that is the source of those waiting seeds

healing balm that stops black-rivers that bleed.

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!

From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021
Rhyme

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

(3.)
Just found while rummaging thhrough my poems..
I have many poems scattered everywhere,
this just found. Goes with the theme-so I added it here as bonus. -Tyr

Pray A Well Lit Path Be Your Choice

Pray a bright lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.

Pray a blessing soon comes your way
As dark night yields to break of day
Wherein Dawn's glow your heart delights
Hope its power reveals to sight
Songs of better days echo loud
We learn to stand up bold and proud.

Pray your sorrows are washed away
Life renewed destroys the grey
Peace and new cheer are again found
In scourging dark we are not bound
Laughter across the land is heard
And pray, we thank God, is the word.

Pray a bright lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2020
Rhyme, ( New Rays Of Hope, Amidst This Doom And Gloom )

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-30-2021, 09:54 AM

Deep In Newly Disturbed Soil, Lies My True Love

( “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot.)

Deep in newly disturbed soil, lies my true love
'neath a canopy of virgin soil and loose rock
where no more glows splattering of earthen blue skies
accursed world can deliver no greater shock.

Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

Beg I, this woesome agony may go away
that life may again thrive and gift its wondrous gifts
shall such a dream ever award this weeping heart
and send light and divine blessings that so uplift.

Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

Now true, this life feels as if all is meaningless
unstoppable torment meant to slay the all of me
in this sad darkness, will salvation ever come
shall this dying man ever again the Light see?

Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

What wonder would such Light this aching soul award
could it be, a sword that cuts through these iron chains
or healing balm to gift me sweet power to sleep,
thus bringing an end to these sorrowful and deep pains?

Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

Robert J. Lindley,
Original poem first born- May 17th 1974
Edited, April 12-2006, 11-30-2021
Elegy

Note:
(1.) woesome

https://www.collinsdictionary.com/us/dictionary/english/woesome

in British English
('w??f?l) or woesome ('w??s?m)
ADJECTIVE
1. expressing or characterized by sorrow
2. bringing or causing woe
3. pitiful; miserable
a woeful standard of work

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Note
https://poets.org/glossary/elegy

(2.) Elegy

Elegy
Explore the glossary of poetic terms.

The elegy is a form of poetry in which the poet or speaker expresses grief, sadness, or loss.

History of the Elegy Form

The elegy began as an ancient Greek metrical form and is traditionally written in response to the death of a person or group. Though similar in function, the elegy is distinct from the epitaph, ode, and eulogy: the epitaph is very brief; the ode solely exalts; and the eulogy is most often written in formal prose.

The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace. These three stages can be seen in W. H. Auden’s classic "In Memory of W. B. Yeats," written for the Irish master, which includes these stanzas:

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

Other well-known elegies include "Fugue of Death" by Paul Celan, written for victims of the Holocaust, and "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman, written for President Abraham Lincoln.

Many modern elegies have been written not out of a sense of personal grief, but rather a broad feeling of loss and metaphysical sadness. A famous example is the mournful series of ten poems in Duino Elegies, by German poet Rainer Maria Rilke. The first poem begins:

If I cried out
who would hear me up there
among the angelic orders?
And suppose one suddenly
took me to his heart
I would shrivel

Other works that can be considered elegiac in the broader sense are James Merrill’s monumental The Changing Light at Sandover, Robert Lowell’s "For the Union Dead," Seamus Heaney’s The Haw Lantern, and the work of Czeslaw Milosz, which often laments the modern cruelties he witnessed in Europe.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

11-30-2021, 08:39 PM

Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation

Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream,
She her beautiful hair silky, so very long
There rests magnificent treasure few ever find
A good poet would use it to create a song
Not I said lonely starved mouse in the corner
My heart desires warmth and lots of red-wine and cheese
Friend, quiet I let you live so I am not alone
Good sir, be quick and pour us more wine if you please!

What? You plead being tired, so angry at me
Alas! Dare you refuse your master to now serve
It is I that keeps fireplace jolly and roaring
I have noticed lately you have a lot of nerve
You have no gratitude, do I not share my ink
You my good sir, shock me with such an attitude
Do I not share with you my most expensive wine
You raise conceit to a much higher altitude!

Yes, I resent that insolent snide little smirk
Your demeanor has taken on an angry voice
It is as if, you are no longer my good friend
Know you not, a poet 'tis by Fate- not by choice
I will pen some verses of your heroic stand
Alright, stop weeping, my ink and paper will soak
Methinks you have had far too much wine, go to sleep
Tomorrow, we see Hebridean isles, no joke.

Does not such jubilant news cheer your little heart
Friend, did I ever tell you my angel lives there
Confide I this with you because you are a pal
My love, 'tis she with gentle eyes, long silky hair.

Robert J. Lindley, January 4th, 1972
Rhyme

Old Note: Jan 4th 1972
I once lived in an old and sad lonely house
My new friend was an exceptional little mouse
I remember he could sing the sad blues and dance
I now look back, was it a blessing or mere chance?

New Note:
Poem was written as an imaginative piece to explore
the real world experiences of those people that have grown old, outlived so many and experience the lonely life that remains.
Such a person, a friend I knew back then- and yes he was a writer, he was a great story teller. Sadly at age 89 he passed away. I was away out of state when he died. When I used to see him and ask how he was doing he would say- : " Just fine young lad- me and my mouse are always living it up."
That gave me the idea about the conversation with the friendly but sometimes uppity little mouse.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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EDIT:

Lindley Avatar
Robert Lindley
Date: 11/30/2021 5:52:00 PM

I do so very much wish that I could give my dear friend's name. But can not do so. He has passed on to his reward and I have not permission to do so. Although I know he would love the poem and surely say yes, it is ok young lad. Mouse and I are living it up- with a never ending supply of red-wine and cheese..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-04-2021, 09:32 PM

With Eternal Sent Bliss Two Hearts Reborn - a collaboration with Susan Ashley

Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for dawning gleam across powdered snow
and she her handsome soldier to soon show
for his appearance was far overdue
she could hear his parting words," I love you"
watching the cold street and new snow falling
thought of his not coming appalling
heart and soul with dear memories aching
sounding here and there, icicles breaking
reminding her of coldness of alone
the terrible long years he had been gone!

within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

God, she prayed as he was overseas
save my prince - award these my heartfelt pleas
his last letter told me he was very near
in it sweet tones, I felt his lonesome tears
I ask his safety be my reward
you know Lord, my life has been very hard
this house and farm has seen much better days
I need my lover, his soft loving ways
I need kisses in midnight escapades
Romeo and Juliet roles played
I place deep faith in my only request
that my dear Samuel be our home's next guest!

within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

peering through deep darkness, there twin lights shown
my how love's anticipation had grown
heart a'thumping she went to cold front porch
night a'glowing with her true lover's torch
she touching her wide golden wedding band
in the distance across snow splashed land
came a lone car racing towards its goal
it was her man, she knew it in her soul
as she looked up thanking moon above
feeling power of their forever love
Oh Lord, she prayed, please, please let it be
there a'flying, my true lover to me!

within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

the scene plays out in black and white
a grainy film’s nostalgic mood in moonlight
her flaxen hair the dawn in lantern’s glare
bound in a bun as uptight as her war-wife stare
she steels her spine and hand-cuffs the rail
will her beloved Sam be hearty or frail?
he alights with a limp but his gait elegant
Heaven-sent to banish nights oh so desolate
Army left behind in curvy Forties coupe
one of a tired but triumphant troop
a king welcomed home by his homecoming queen
she toasts the finale of a fervid dream
as sparkle-spills from her lifted true blues
heart’s champagne soothes an embattled bruise –
sorrows of Europe untold the story - waits
as their red rose reblooms with unfolding glory

within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration) Rhyme/Romanticism

December 4, 2021

Poet's note:
Susan my dear friend, as always it has been by great honor
to again join pens with you. Letting our pens in unison seek
to elevate our poetry to gift to the readers a composition
that interests, hopeful delights and stirs their hearts,
minds and souls. With your magnificent addition, this poem
was set on a winning path and 'tis always my sweet honor to
to say, I am truly humbled by your finely honed poetic talents.
This poem cries out, that Love triumphs is a treasure gifted unto mankind...
God bless…

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

edit 12-14-2021

This poem was awarded Poem Of The Day...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-12-2021, 10:51 AM

Truly Revel In Nature's Gifts And Youth Recall

Rolling hills, wide countryside that gifts truly sends
Majestic sweeping waves into eager spirit
When ones' crushed heart sees, no longer pretends
This awesome landscape, so soothes just to be near it
Miles away, with its whitecapped and glowing crown
Rests a giant, slumbering through to racing ages
To see it brings a smile, washes away a frown
Reminds one of wisdom from the famous sages.

To traverse this in Spring, see its glowing glories
Where mind's eye can absorb magnitude of such
Sets a memory of golden fairytale stories
That spurred sweet childhood dreaming kids love so much.

As bright gold-cast skies above, enhance warming sun
This scene watching Nature its vast glories unfold
I, young child yet again, reveling in great fun
Race back to dear, tender memories when ten years old.

Rolling hills, wide countryside that gifts truly sends
Majestic sweeping waves into eager spirit
When ones' crushed heart sees, no longer pretends
This awesome landscape, so soothes just to be near it.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2021
Ekphrasis, (done for ailing heart-not for any contest )
( A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Van Gogh)

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(1.)
Note:

https://www.vincentvangogh.org/a-meadow-in-the-mountains.jsp

A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Van Gogh
A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Vincent Van Gogh
Courtesy of www.VincentVanGogh.org

A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul was painted by Van Gogh in 1889 when he entered the asylum of St. Paul near Saint-Remy in Provence. Van Gogh was initially confined to the immediate asylum grounds and painted (without the bars) the world he saw from his room. Soon Van Gogh was allowed to paint in the hospital's garden, and by June was able to leave the hospital, accompanied by an attendant (Jean-Francois Poulet) to paint in the surrounding fields. He was particularly taken with the local landscape, which was his subjects over 150 canvases.

There is great rhythm in this painting that is created through these very precise brushstrokes - every stroke of paint here has a function and builds towards the greater surface pattern across the canvas. His forms are very rounded from the stacks of wheat to the mountains, and this sense of 'roundness' and curvature was something that was characteristic of many of his later works. This painting was done in July 1889, which was when he made his first trip back to Arles from the asylum, and subsequently had his first serious breakdown in Saint-Remy.

(2.)
Note:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Meadow_in_the_Mountains:_Le_Mas_de_Saint-Paul

A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul was painted by Vincent van Gogh in December 1889.[1] It depicts fields of young wheat with a background of lilac mountains and yellowish sky.

In May 1889 Van Gogh voluntarily entered the asylum of St. Paul near Saint-Rémy in Provence.[2][3] There Van Gogh had access to an adjacent cell he used as his studio. He was initially confined to the immediate asylum grounds and painted the world he saw from his room, such as ivy covered trees, lilacs, and irises of the garden.[2][4] Van Gogh could also see an enclosed wheat field, subject of many paintings at Saint-Rémy.[5] As he ventured outside the asylum walls he painted the wheat fields, olive groves and cypress trees of the surrounding countryside,[4] which he saw as "characteristic of Provence". Over the course of the year, he painted about 150 canvases.[2]

Van Gogh sent the painting to his brother Theo in 3 January 1890, with an accompanying letter in which he refers to the work as The Fields.[6] It is now held in the Kröller-Müller Museum in the Netherland

(3.)
Note:
ek·phra·sis
/'ekfr?s?s/
Learn to pronounce
noun
the use of detailed description of a work of visual art as a literary device.
"it's not surprising that Hecht, a master of ekphrasis, would include descriptions of visual art"

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-13-2021, 09:43 AM

Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man

And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells
While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones
From the deepest pits come magical spells
To birth new sins from which we must atone
Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves
As this world races towards its near doom
Freed from old chains by sleeping in new graves
We marvel at our spacious new room.

Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!

What say you, of wisdom sent ages ago
Philosophers, artists to this world gave
Does such not deliver truth, yet still glow
Of essays, sermons authors in their graves
Dare we -yet in stone-blindness- we so dare
Ignore with the vanity of lost fools
Toss such treasure away without care
Dance in darken pits, swim in dank cesspools.

Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!

Should this poet wonder, were those Gods fled
Far off realm, a hidden cosmos to reign
After in cruel darkness this world so bled
Leaving we mortals, wallowing in pain
Alas! Such dares not speak about it all
How in abject darkness we bow to greed
Built our tall castles with decaying walls
Because we know our failings, our great needs!

Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance- gifts us with blight!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2021
Rhyme

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-14-2021, 03:33 PM

In It, I Saw Prometheus Chained And Bound

I was reading Salinger's, "Catcher In The Rye"
A follow up from Leo Tolsty's, "War and Peace"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die"
Remember this, courage was a mainstay of Greece
And dear ole Mark Twain was himself Huckleberry Finn
Would poets ever give up muse and trusty pens?

I recall a verse from Raven and Master Poe
Mentioning the famous, intriguing, "Nevermore"
Raven's mystery was more than just for dark show
One fathoms, Raven came from abyss full of gore
And our dear ole Poe, his demons so bravely fought
Living twixt Light and Horror his soul firmly caught.

I in my youth, deep in the forest a cave found
In it I saw Prometheus chained and bound
His sorrowing words were, "thus punished I stay"
Never forget that for good deeds one has to pay
Slowly nodding, I raced out into the light
Thanking God to be free under our sun so bright.

That night I wrote a poem titled , "Shoot If You Must"
Dawn's first quaking I saw title was one quite new
It then read, " When Apple Pie Needs A Crusty Crust"
That glittering morn shine on roses is dawn's dew.
Now back to Salinger's book, "Catcher In The Rye"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die".

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2021
Rhyme,
( " Life but a fleeting blink and a vanishing dream" )

Notes:

(1.)
"The Catcher in the Rye"
https://www.britannica.com/topic/The-Catcher-in-the-Rye

The Catcher in the Rye, novel by J.D. Salinger published in 1951. The novel details two days in the life of 16-year-old Holden Caulfield after he has been expelled from prep school. Confused and disillusioned, Holden searches for truth and rails against the “phoniness” of the adult world. He ends up exhausted and emotionally unstable. The events are related after the fact.

(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_and_Peace
"War and Peace"

War and Peace (Russian: ????? ? ???, romanized: Voyna i mir; pre-reform Russian: ????? ? ????; [v?j'na i 'm?ir]) is a literary work mixed with chapters on history and philosophy by the Russian author Leo Tolstoy, first published serially, then published in its entirety in 1869. It is regarded as one of Tolstoy's finest literary achievements and remains an internationally praised classic of world literature.[1][2][3]

The novel chronicles the French invasion of Russia and the impact of the Napoleonic era on Tsarist society through the stories of five Russian aristocratic families. Portions of an earlier version, titled The Year 1805,[4] were serialized in The Russian Messenger from 1865 to 1867 before the novel was published in its entirety in 1869.[5]

Tolstoy said War and Peace is "not a novel, even less is it a poem, and still less a historical chronicle." Large sections, especially the later chapters, are philosophical discussions rather than narrative.[6] The writer rewrote the novel several times.[7] Tolstoy also said that the best Russian literature does not conform to standards and hence hesitated to call War and Peace a novel. Instead, he regarded Anna Karenina as his first true novel.

(3.)
" Huckleberry Finn"

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Adventures-of-Huckleberry-Finn-novel-by-Twain
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, also called The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, novel by Mark Twain, published in the United Kingdom in 1884 and in the United States in 1885. The book’s narrator is Huckleberry Finn, a youngster whose artless vernacular speech is admirably adapted to detailed and poetic descriptions of scenes, vivid representations of characters, and narrative renditions that are both broadly comic and subtly ironic

(4.)
"Nevermore"
https://poets.org/poem/raven

( excerpt- from poem's closing stanza )

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

(5.)
" Prometheus"

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Prometheus-Greek-god

The Greek poet Hesiod related two principal legends concerning Prometheus. The first is that Zeus, the chief god, who had been tricked by Prometheus into accepting the bones and fat of sacrifice instead of the meat, hid fire from mortals. Prometheus, however, stole it and returned it to Earth once again. As the price of fire, and as punishment for humankind in general, Zeus created the woman Pandora and sent her down to Epimetheus (Hindsight), who, though warned by Prometheus, married her. Pandora took the great lid off the jar she carried, and evils, hard work, and disease flew out to plague humanity. Hope alone remained within.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-17-2021, 03:33 PM

To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss

To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.

To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.

To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.

To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-19-2021, 03:35 PM

I was bound and self-sworn to find inspiration today to sling a bit of ink.
I then noticed the G.K Chesterton quote here and then it hit me. My
usually lazy muse woke for a moment and spit at me the first stanza.
The rest of the story is below ... Tyr

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Quote:
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” - G.K. Chesterton

*****
As a poet I happily take inspiration wherever I may find it.
In this case, from the G. K. Chesterton quote shown above
Made me think about age , youth , life and the sweet
imagination of youth. Thus my muse spouted out the opening
stanza to me, I remembered this old poem by G.K. and after
that it was off to the races I go.. RJL

*****

Gold Leaves
---- by G. K. Chesterton

Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.

*****

Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed

Alas! My years flown by, my sight grown dim
When the morn its soft glow, diminishes so
I sigh and seek to my sails slightly trim
For heart and soul in me cheerfully flows.

I look, in my curious gaze I see
Apparition, else imaginary thought
Pale shadow staying in fine tune with me
Cause to surmise, is it ghost I have caught?

Not quite sure, and then deciding to ask
I summon a hero's courage to say
Are you a ghost that in my limelight basks
If so, with anger I say fly away!

First time ever, it stood perfectly still
Next a hearty laugh, then a calm voice said
Sleepyhead, wake up and maybe I will
Tis your dream, stop wallowing in your bed!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2021
Rhyme, a tribute to G. K. Chesterton
( When inspiration sparks a poetic and vivid imagination )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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edit:
Adding this my favorite G.K. poem --Tyr

The Black Virgin
____ by G. K. Chesterton

One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
And, most of all, how this thing may be so
Who know thee not are mystified to know
That one cries "Here she stands" and one cries "Yonder"
And thou wert home in heaven long ago.

Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:
Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,
Shall they not live that call upon thy name
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing
Crying of the holy country whence they came?

Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles,
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords
O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails,
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood,
A great doll given when the child is good,
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll,
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood.

I have found thee like a little shepherdess
Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind:
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue,
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through,
Of the King's daughter glorious within:
Change shine unchanging light with every hue.

Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon
Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star,
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows,
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are,
Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee,
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee,
Something remains. Nor can man live without it
Nor can man find it bearable without thee.

There runs a dark thread through the tapestries
That time has woven with all the tints of time
Something not evil but grotesque and groping,
Something not clear; not final; not sublime;
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea,
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony
Being most strange in its simplicity.

Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him.
By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove
By the black gems of the miner's treasure-trove
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken-
Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love.

From shine high rock look down on Africa
The living darkness of devouring green
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable,
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between,
On the dark heart where white folk find no place,
On the dark bodies of an antic race,
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow,
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face.

This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray;
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent
Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent:
As the black moon of some divine eclipse,
As the black sun of the Apocalypse,
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back
From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships.

In all thy thousand images we salute thee,
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones
Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen
Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones-
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel,
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia,
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.

icansayit

12-19-2021, 06:17 PM

I was bound and self-sworn to find inspiration today to sling a bit of ink.
I then noticed the G.K Chesterton quote here and then it hit me. My
usually lazy muse woke for a moment and spit at me the first stanza.
The rest of the story is below ... Tyr

*******************

*****
As a poet I happily take inspiration wherever I may find it.
In this case, from the G. K. Chesterton quote shown above
Made me think about age , youth , life and the sweet
imagination of youth. Thus my muse spouted out the opening
stanza to me, I remembered this old poem by G.K. and after
that it was off to the races I go.. RJL

*****

Gold Leaves
---- by G. K. Chesterton

Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.

*****

Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed

Alas! My years flown by, my sight grown dim
When the morn its soft glow, diminishes so
I sigh and seek to my sails slightly trim
For heart and soul in me cheerfully flows.

I look, in my curious gaze I see
Apparition, else imaginary thought
Pale shadow staying in fine tune with me
Cause to surmise, is it ghost I have caught?

Not quite sure, and then deciding to ask
I summon a hero's courage to say
Are you a ghost that in my limelight basks
If so, with anger I say fly away!

First time ever, it stood perfectly still
Next a hearty laugh, then a calm voice said
Sleepyhead, wake up and maybe I will
Tis your dream, stop wallowing in your bed!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2021
Rhyme, a tribute to G. K. Chesterton
( When inspiration sparks a poetic and vivid imagination )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

***************************************
edit:
Adding this my favorite G.K. poem --Tyr

The Black Virgin
____ by G. K. Chesterton

One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
And, most of all, how this thing may be so
Who know thee not are mystified to know
That one cries "Here she stands" and one cries "Yonder"
And thou wert home in heaven long ago.

Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:
Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,
Shall they not live that call upon thy name
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing
Crying of the holy country whence they came?

Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles,
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords
O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails,
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood,
A great doll given when the child is good,
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll,
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood.

I have found thee like a little shepherdess
Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind:
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue,
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through,
Of the King's daughter glorious within:
Change shine unchanging light with every hue.

Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon
Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star,
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows,
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are,
Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee,
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee,
Something remains. Nor can man live without it
Nor can man find it bearable without thee.

There runs a dark thread through the tapestries
That time has woven with all the tints of time
Something not evil but grotesque and groping,
Something not clear; not final; not sublime;
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea,
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony
Being most strange in its simplicity.

Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him.
By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove
By the black gems of the miner's treasure-trove
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken-
Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love.

From shine high rock look down on Africa
The living darkness of devouring green
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable,
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between,
On the dark heart where white folk find no place,
On the dark bodies of an antic race,
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow,
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face.

This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray;
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent
Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent:
As the black moon of some divine eclipse,
As the black sun of the Apocalypse,
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back
From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships.

In all thy thousand images we salute thee,
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones
Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen
Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones-
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel,
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia,
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.

Well done, as usual RBT.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-23-2021, 10:16 PM

Childhood, Rising Early On Christmas Morn

Christmas, lone ranger toys, and whole lot more
two six guns, cowboy boots and silver skates
morn rising, racing to paradise shores
sweet childhood memories to celebrate.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2021
Quatrain

Note:
My grandson asked me if I had written a Christmas poem for the children this year.
I had not yet I told him. But then I sat down and composed this quatrain from a joyful
memory of my own childhood.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-28-2021, 12:35 AM

Beg I Light, That This Heart And Soul May See

Sorrow have you become my only friend
As your morbid touch decays heart's true fires
Shall your beast - death, grant release in the end
Forbid joyful dreams and that which so inspires
Seal this soul to therein darkness descend
Into abyss, where blackness never tires?
Dare I beg of the sun's bright golden rays
That which as yet prayers have not gained
Illumination that casts dark away
Bleaching white youthful years that were stained
Relief sparsely given that fails to stay
Setting course that life has now so pained?
Pray tell, shall this life ever blessings yield
Shall I race forth into eternity
Or perish as do flowers in the field
With no more than a glimpse at infinity
Fighting as knight with neither sword or shield
Die not finding peaceful serenity?

Nay, such failure cannot ever so be
Our souls were created by divine hands
Man did not simply emerge from black seas
Instead was meant to rule these earthen lands
Not by tears, or pitiful begging pleas
Rather with true faith, life's travails withstand!

Date: December 6th, 2020
Inspiration found.

SilentOne's
Catharsis Poetry Contest
Contest Description
Catharsis is the process of releasing strong or pent-up emotions through art. Aristotle coined the term catharsis—which comes from the Greek kathairein meaning "to cleanse or purge"—to describe the release of emotional tension that he believed spectators experienced while watching dramatic tragedy.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-28-2021, 07:29 AM

Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

12-29-2021, 10:55 AM

Please excuse if any errors in this new creation, as I am trying to get it in as my last poem of the year... Tyr

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"" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
the darkness must be present""
-Francis Bacon)

Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls

No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!

Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.

Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!

Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.

As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!

This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.

Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )

Notes:

(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled, "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. - ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""**
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(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets

(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-- Carl Jung.

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icansayit

12-29-2021, 03:25 PM

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-07-2022, 10:27 AM

When A Beautiful Morning Song-Bird Sings

When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.

Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.

Heart joins rhapsody, colors team up
As if to fill life's joyous golden cup;
A miracle vanquishing worldly pains
Such a blessing very hard to explain.

Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.

Thus I thank songbird for gifting its glee
Arousing sleeping spirit within me
Nature's finer blessing given for sure
Restoring what world's dark has made impure.

Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.

When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.

Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.

Robert J. Lindley, June19th, 1974
Rhyme
( Wherein Heart Can Finally See Hope And Light )

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-08-2022, 09:10 PM

This collaboration took several weeks to compose and was posted at about 8 pm tonight, mere minutes ago.
My dear friend Susan Ashley has yet again so greatly increased the depths, and beauty of this new poetic
creation. I am so very truly blessed to have such a talented and wonderful co-author. -Tyr

A Search, A Quest For A Lost Paradise -
a collaboration with Susan Ashley

I will take flight, into another zone
how far off to wander 'tis now not known
no regret, as dear point is to be free
beyond sadness, into a joyful sea
to a purple land, a paradise realm
I hopeful master, captain at the helm
with love and hope as true and faithful guides
resting sweet upon easy flowing tides
all dream weaving into strong palisades
pursuit, avoidance of world's many blades!

A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice

In my flight, rainbow colors gifting glee
a fine blessing -a gifting unto me
as I travel beyond life's purple veil
ship in flight, horizon beyond the rail
anticipation, of great mystery
left far behind, woes and deep misery
gazing down from white-clouds far, far above
spirit glowing in search of truth in love
this night my dear old friend, youth rejoins me
as I reject blindness, to again see!

A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice

In buoyant dream beyond the blue and gold
through rainbow layers fluid to behold
a vision bold the gleam of evergreen
a region watered lush the vivid scene
where age is not a weakening device
forever bloom not lost on throw of dice
I find my place my soft cocoon and soon
beneath the moon a lass to rise in June
I find the soul mate of my very soul
the influence of Nature time had stole

A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice

A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
Awakened just in time to fill my vase
I pluck the distant summer flower place
where inspiration grew from blossoms wild
as whimsy seized the day a shy wish smiled
and reaching back across the miles of pain
to find the inner child who once did reign
again to see the dawning light and find
bouquets of violets abloom behind
the stony brow the wall between the weeds
and fantasy imagination seeds..

A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice

Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

January 8, 2021

Quotes On Poets:

“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.” ~W. H. Auden

“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.”
~Plato

“Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.”
~Samuel Beckett

“Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.”
~Julian Barnes

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”
~Khalil Gibran

Poet's Note:
My dear friend, it is with the upmost respect and veneration
that I say, truly a great honor to compose with a poet of your
stature, immense creativity and depths of poetic heart! I am
always indebted to you for the increased levels to which you
bring to our past and present united works. May God bless us
to be able to gift more in the future, as both our muses may
deem worthy to present to this too oft darkset world. Whether
they be dark or romantic creations, I have full faith you shall
immensely and always increase the magnitude of the offering.
God bless..

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-08-2022, 09:13 PM

I just now copied this stat--an omen it seems to me...

Replies: 1,224
Views: 135,224

The numbers ending both with -- 224....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-11-2022, 08:47 AM

An Ode, Verses Born From A Friendly Dare

To write an ode, to a spirited gal
One that no dream even dares to surpass
To a ravishing beauty my good pal
As a gift to celebrate her sharp sass.

Nay, such enchanting a task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.

Rather I, jot down verses that soft sing
Of her beauty, she a most lively lass
And the radiance her glow often brings
Her elegant voice, words said never crass.

Nay, such enchanting task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.

When dawn's fantastic smile her eyes so shines
I dare, boast of kisses given in mass
Creative words and such heart I opine
Chance for another kiss, I dare not pass.

Nay, such enchanting a task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2022
Ode,
( On a dare, muse, pen and paper summoned up this )

Note:
* -- sass

sass
/sas/
Learn to pronounce
INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN
noun
impudence; cheek.
"the kind of girl that wouldn't give you any sass"
verb
be cheeky or rude to (someone).
"we wouldn't have dreamed of sassing our parents"

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-15-2022, 01:20 PM

Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast,
In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed
Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul
Youth my favorite poet was always Thoreau
His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing
And Nature's beauty, its marvelous gem did bring!

My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth
By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth
Summer our host along with granny and grandad
Much love and sweet nature added to what we had
With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade
Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed
“Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky”
Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly?

First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond
There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond
Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills
When I remember, I get such delightful chills
That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright
And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night
My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch
And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch.

I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing
The sight of early bird granny her goat milking
The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin
My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin
The echo of giggles when my head did dangle
Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle
How can I forget prickly pears harvest season
Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden.

In June, the small critters really got to going
Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing
Days I spent going across that woody terrain
I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain
That July, I read how to a forest explore
Heart and soul set to venture to another shore
That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed
Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds.

On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land
His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand
Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace
Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face
For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure
A forged nature and an insight beyond measure
Glory be to God recited on prayer beads
Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds.

Robert J. Lindley 1-15-2022,
In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma

shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter.
https://youtu.be/1NaGAQM-VQE

Quote:
“Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, and most noble employment of man.” — George Washington

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My poet's note:
My friend, it is to me is a great honor to join in composing this new collaboration with you.
That we together can write of youth and or personal lives as we grew up in our respective countries. In that we both came from a rural background with farming an integral part of our lives.
Your verses reveal that Nature was indeed an important factor in making us each the person we became.
With the important acknowledgement that beloved family gave us each so very much love and that nurturing, lead us to the Art of Poetry that became a very important part of who we are now.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-16-2022, 06:28 AM

Our collaboration poem has this morning made Poem Of The Day at our poetry site.-Tyr

Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed
Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul
Youth my favourite poet was always Thoreau
His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing
And Nature's beauty, its marvellous gem did bring!

My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth
By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth
Summer our host along with granny and grandad
Much love and sweet nature added to what we had
With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade
Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed
“Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky”
Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly?

First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond
There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond
Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills
When I remember, I get such delightful chills
That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright
And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night
My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch
And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch.

I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing
The sight of early bird granny her goat milking
The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin
My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin
The echo of giggles when my head did dangle
Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle
How can I forget prickly pears harvest season
Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden.

In June, the small critters really got to going
Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing
Days I spent going across that woody terrain
I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain
That July, I read how to a forest explore
Heart and soul set to venture to another shore
That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed
Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds.

On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land
His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand
Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace
Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face
For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure
A forged nature and an insight beyond measure
Glory be to God recited on prayer beads
Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds.

shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter.

https://youtu.be/1NaGAQM-VQE

"The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows...”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Poet's note :

Dear Robert, so deep my gratitude to you for having kindled my soul and set the spark of your inspiring artistry..
You humbly allowed me to own the precious gems you carved out of a rich life, sharp mind, sensitive heart and devout soul..
I deeply acknowledge the beauty added to my poetic soul as I am tremendously blessed and honoured to commune with you, a highly gifted poet of remarkable humility whose enlightening and inspiring poetry never ceases to stir the mind and the heart..
Belonging to the world of words and the realm of poetry.. walking the path of great poets of inner wonder and true feelings, a deep joy and an immense honour I aspire to and you, Robert, make it true..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

01-20-2022, 08:41 AM

I decided to do a light and dark contrast. My muse commanded that I write this morn and show her
that I am not lazy!
Thus, my editing this previously presented post with a new poem to show the contrasting imagery, powers and creation one may
if properly inspired aspire to.. --Tyr

(1.)

Triple Scenes Composed On Life, Love, Powers And Faith

Come light come
Invade willing soul
O bless be
Life to thee
Knowing dark world takes its toll
Eat from love's sweet tree.

Come night come
See Heaven's bright moon
Hold that sight
True love's light
Understanding arrives soon
To negate world's blight.

Come right come
Dawn gifts its new glow
Stand thee proud
Sing aloud
Let kind heart and soul thus grow
Blue sky gifts soft clouds.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
Shadorma
( When A New Dawn Arrives )

Note 1:
My first attempt using this poetry form.

Note 2:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma

The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).

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(2.)

Amidst Darken Corridors Of A Lost Fevered Brain

A grand painting as winter, its old garments shed
Aroused from darken stupor, its frigid bed
To blast like a windmill and send us it's sad moans
Nary a concern cracklings of wee little stones
Such beauty often hides severest aching cold
Reminding of the many darken tales of old
Sinister forests and magpies resting from flight
Beasts hiding therein awaiting covering night.

Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.

Viewing such famous painted scenes as a mere child
Allowing imagination to take flight, run wild
Yet innocent of knowledge of hard freezing cold
Blind believing in snow's deeper beauty, tales told
Wherein this world so aptly hides some dark-cast truths
Feigning to protect horrid thoughts from tender youth
True later, reality squashed such charades
When so often winter shows its razor-sharp blades.

Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.

What evil hides within outer beauty's coat
We envision great castles with their dangerous moats
And if known, Master Poe and Raven we may see
The black forest, and its wide spread of evil trees
When those paintings in books gave us inspiring thought
A trap, if later in winter's grasp we are caught
Alas! Pray we a dark fate a child never grips
And truth of winter's sad breath of death leaves one's lips.

Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
Rhyme- Dark

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(1.) Winter landscape

https://www.claude-monet.com/the-magpie.jsp

The Magpie, 1868 by Claude Monet
The Magpie, 1868 by Claude Monet
Courtesy of www.Claude-Monet.com
The Magpie is created during the winter of 1868 - 1869 near the commune of Étretat in Normandy. Monet's patron, Louis Joachim Gaudibert, helped arrange a house in Étretat for Monet's girlfriend Camille Doncieux and their newborn son, allowing Monet to paint in relative comfort, surrounded by his family.

Between 1867 and 1893, Monet and fellow Impressionists Alfred Sisley and Pissarro painted hundreds of landscapes illustrating the natural effect of snow (effet de neige). Similar winter paintings of lesser quantity were produced by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Gustave Caillebotte, and Gauguin.

This exquisite snowscape came as a result of success with snow scenes by Gustave Courbet. Monet takes the simple theme of a single magpie sitting on the gate for the focus of his piece. The bird sits as if in contemplative mood in the idyllic landscape setting. The shadows and the light contrast beautifully against the background of trees, ice sky, and snowcovered buildings. There are those that advocate that this is the first "true" Impressionist painting, created five years before the movement was given its name.

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(2.) magpies and ravens, harvesters of winters deaths..

A. Magpies
https://www.google.com/search?q=magpie+bird&sxsrf=AOaemvKvMCjGGrqZOCJzlseEkiS1cjBwsg%3A1642361 641046&source=hp&ei=KHPkYa3xO6OyqtsPsLWJWA&iflsig=ALs-wAMAAAAAYeSBOXtTggMzcCyXILVOqEMEfFCJSmB1&oq=magpie&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAEYAzIECAAQQzIECAAQQzIHCAAQsQM QQzIHCAAQsQMQQzILCC4QgAQQsQMQgwEyCwguEIAEEMcBEK8BM gQIABBDMgQILhBDMggIABCxAxCDATIECC4QQzoECCMQJzoICAA QgAQQyQM6DQgAEIAEEIcCELEDEBQ6EQguEIAEELEDEIMBEMcBE NEDOggIABCABBCxA1AAWM4VYLs6aABwAHgAgAF1iAHwBJIBAzM uM5gBAKABAQ&sclient=gws-wiz

Why are magpies bad?
Image result for magpie bird
The evilness of magpies is not just limited only to religious superstitions and the bird is also associated with the devil and its pied plumage associated with evil and bad fortune. Magpies are also known for stealing shiny objects (like jewellery) and can deceive others, therefore, the attribution of being evil.Jul 14, 2021

B. Ravens
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1477812369628098/

Ravens art

C. Crows

https://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/a-murder-of-crows-crow-facts/5965/

A MURDER OF CROWS
Crow Facts
February 21, 2013

Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent, crows are most often associated with a long history of fear and loathing. They are considered pests by farmers trying to protect their crops and seedlings. Many people fear them simply because of their black feathers, which are often associating them with death. But research demonstrated in A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.
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