My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Day Goddess at Night - (Collaboration)

Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.

Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.

Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!

Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.

Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure

Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?

Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:

They've come to patron her lovely,
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure

Robert J. Lindley & Keith O.J. Hunt,
12-19-2015

Note: Keith , thanks for gifting me the pleasure and honor of
penning verses with you. Your poems and magnificent classic style
verses always speak to me and have often given me inspiring thoughts
my good friend.
Any time.. Thanks...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Night Winds Visit

It is the middle of the night,
And I am startled from my dreams;
Great winds, roaring roof are a fright,
They would speak with me it seems.

So windows rattle, high rafters creak,
And the dark room is full of dread;
Yet I can not understand their speak;
The strange things they have said.

Nor will that secret message be known
Or reasons why they writhe in pain,
For had I been where they had blown
I could not sleep again.

I close my eyes, thinking of other pleas
No winds can ever waken more,
Dear ones who brought the golden keys
Of laughter to my door.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Paradise, Means Forever With You

P romising our true love forever and a day
A ctions all these years we held our vow
R emembering to each and every new day say
A heartfelt, "kiss me darling, do it now"!
D emands of life are to be properly placed
I will our vow, forever hold to thus be true
S avoring each moment, of my life you graced
E ternity in paradise I forever want with you!

12-21-2015

John Hamilton contest: Paradise

1 original, poem on the theme of ....Paradise...
Must be acrostic using the word , "paradise".

No names please! Date necessary.
Must be new poem!

------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
Paradise, Means Forever With You

Promising our true love forever and a day
Actions in these wonderful years proving our vow
Remembering to each and every new day say
A heartfelt, "kiss me dearest darling, do it now"!
Demands in our lives are to be properly placed
In our vow, I will forever hold loving you
Savoring every moment, of our lives you graced
Eternity is paradise loving we two!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2015

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 96
Second version, edited to meet a 12 syllable verse count.
The matching syllable count is not required by contest
rules but --
I ALWAYS PUT FAR MORE INTO ACROSTICS BECAUSE THEY
ARE ALREADY QUITE RESTRICTIVE.
ADDED TAIL-RHYME AND MATCHING SYLLABLE COUNT
NEITHER IS REQUIRED.

To be used in the contest with name edited out


ONE CAN SEE HOW ADDING RESTRICTIONS BE THEY
VOLUNTARY OR NOT CHANGES THE CONTENT OF A
POEM.
I PREFER FAR MORE THE FIRST VERSION I WROTE.
If so inclined please feel free to tell which one you think is the better poem .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Christmas, Standing Guard

He walked hallowed halls in his brave life
far too busy fighting to have a wife.
His men he fought quite hard to keep alive
for their safety he did valiantly strive!

Dedication to soldiers out in harm's way
never given enough praise or even pay.
A leader sacrificing for that elusive peace
only death, would his duty ever release!

Praying for a time when war never returns
his safety and comfort he always spurns.
Man among very brave men, stands he so tall
protecting freedom and giving his all!

He walked hallowed halls in his brave life
far too busy fighting to have a wife.
His men he fought quite hard to keep alive
for their safety he did valiantly strive!

Robert J. Lindley, 12 -24-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hit Me With A Swift Kick

Wandering amongst roving clouds of time
often staggering with that precious load.
My memory stuffed full of heart and rhyme
yet my groaning voice sounds like a fat toad.

Poetry demands writing when it calls
fast flood rushes in, all over my mind.
Blasting the words, torrents from water falls
darkness leaps forward to ever remind.

Telling the bad, along with the sweet good
then as if to hit me with a swift kick.
Flaying my sad heart and knowing I should
images coming that seal the wicked trick.

Inspiration flies in my writing ways
don't try to be so damn good and clever
So like selfish prayers in epic, sad days
spit the bad, stop acting like I've never.

So lost in those stubborn, confusing thoughts
Ripped net, releasing all fish just caught!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-25-2015

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Lines: 22 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 134

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A free verse poem. A poetry form I rarely ever write in..
Yet when I do, I strive to give it a unique presentation as is shown below.-Tyr


A Heavenly Thought About You

Sever not that silver thread that binds your heart to mine
forget not my great love that sets you all a flutter.
Never deny the night that sealed our greatest vow
the eternal love that our melded hearts lives in now.
A reality better than just good, far greater than fine.

Ever resting deeply in our love as the red roses bloom
sharing all we have happily giving each day of the year.
Join me in thanks to the most divine gift we now share
as crimson rose I gently place in your beautiful hair.
Dream that wrapped us into it's great heavenly fold.

Hold onto each and every day as if it could be our last
remember the sweet kisses given day and night.
When your heart hears my voice and its softest caresses
know my heart aches to be forever in your hands.
Lets embrace every minute to further seal our love.

As our years flow onward and time holds its last gasps
your touch, heals my soul and waters my spirit.
Each new dawn in its glory, builds paradise and bliss
as we sail calm seas gifting love in each splash.
And leap to dance gaily in that pure heavenly joy.

Forever rests a love and place, that unites our hearts.

A reality better than just good, far greater than fine
dream that wrapped us into it's great heavenly fold.
Lets embrace every minute to further seal our love
and leap to dance gaily in that pure heavenly joy.
Forever rests a love and place, that unites our hearts.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2015

Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dawn's, Softest Breaking Hours

Dusty, worn road where tall trees are made,
further ahead, within emerald forest crown,
Nature in its great wisdom creates a palisade
and softer beauty that rivals earth's starry gown!

Shaded woods, my soul would dare to reach,
beneath a rocky mountain reaching blue skies,
If only this majestic scene could forever teach
that Nature's truths conquers mankind's deep lies!

What of this mass of earth, plants and stone,
teeming with life on such an grand, epic scale,
Dare we marvel, we of lust, flesh and white bone
in our castles so dark, where often our sanity fails!

Shall we find that which our ancestors lost,
gems of wisdom, mounted in reality's towers,
Nature parades its majestic beauties the most
during each golden dawn's, softest breaking hours!

R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1979

Note: This old poem I wrote at age 25, right at
a point a few rays of light had been cast upon
my empty plate. With still a long and weary road
to travel, this kept me on a narrower path- at
least for a time..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Vow

"I will give thee years of labor yet to be
And fruit thereof," he said. She raised her eyes
Transfused with trust; "Bind thee not with such vows,
O' friend, lest thou art baffled. Give thy hand
Unto the giver of love, as I lay mine,
All gladly, in thine own; and let us forth
Upon the road, and take what cometh along
Of sun and storm, of tears and morning song."

R.J. Lindley
May 22nd, 1972

Poetry form- Romanticism

Note : I was 18 years old and a senior in high school when I wrote this for English class if my memory serves me well.
Too bad, can not remember teacher's name, maybe it was Mrs. Archer.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Poet's Dozen II-First Date

A Poet's Dozen II-First Date
Sponsor: Silent One

young rose set to bloom
dawn's light awaketh my soul
beauty in red shines

Her graceful dancing brought on great applause.
I so unworthy, bad temper the cause.

As her eyes spoke to my sad, longing heart,
Crystal palaces shattered within my soul.

Angel that once inspired great hope in me,
Her singing voice kissed my soul quite divine,
In my heart, Heaven then lifted the sea,
Spirit said walk away, she is too fine,
Decades shall pass, before you find sunshine.

Date Written: December 28th, 2015



One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5

A couplet: 2 lines, 10-10

Free verse: 2 lines, 10-10

English Quintain: 5 lines:
Rhyming scheme ababb
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:50

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983

Note_ Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******* *** ***********

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My latest stats at my home poetry site....Tyr

Total Community Points: 99710
# Poems Posted 880
# Unique Comments Made * 5493
# Blog Comments Made 356
# Member Contest Entered 160
# Top 10 Finishes 118
# Blog Posts 0
# Contest Sponsored 0
# Times You Are a Fav Poet 38

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mourn Not, Death Can Be A Gift

I die more wrapped in stone each day
storms batter my empty seas.
Shield broken, now red blood to pay
I dare to fight on my knees.

Death, holds its long, dark salute
where banners fallen burn.
In life, its the last savage brute
this kettle and stew I spurn.

What of skies so brightly flying by
summer's soft gentle replays.
I hold on, dare I not to ever cry
time is just painful delays.

Hope once told me it was my friend.
Now I see how, it brings closer my end.
`~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
I closed my eyes to accept cruel fate
apt as Hope visited my burial place.
It roused me pleading, "It's not too late,"
washed rivulets of blood from my face.

Death be gone, for I shall not yield!
Unwrap your dark hands from my heart.
A better gift from Hope, a new shield,
I will hold on with life as my consort.

Once more do I gaze upon skies of blue
Upon the seas, I've new memories to make.
Heed my warning, Death, this I promise you,
my lifeblood will never be yours to take.

Robert Lindley & Lin Lane

Our collaboration complete, I wrote the first 14 verses , sent those to my partner Lin , then my very talented partner finished the poem with the ending 14 verses. And what an amazing conclusion she created!!!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Relentlessly, I Will Rise

I will rise
Rise to fight back
Back into my memories of love
Love of my family and dear friends
Friends that kept me alive and sailing along
Along stormy seas in a sturdy craft of spirited defiance
Defiance of this evil darkness now attempting to cast me down
Down in spirit but now newfound bravery in heart and soul's dance
Dance into halls paved within the mind's power to fight on relentlessly
Relentlessly, I will command my spirit to hold onto the light, precious light.
I will rise
I will rise
I will rise

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Its Shining Green-clad Domes

How stirs the heart when Nature sings
within its shining green-clad domes!
O' what astounding beauty it brings,
contrasting our dull man-made homes!

Blue skies above, grace Nature's plays
its creatures dancing to its tunes.
Across blue earth these green arrays
rival clear nights brightest moons!

Always there, found by its ardent fans
teeming life jousting in their dance.
Forever resisting man's foolish plans,
inspiring beauty, love and romance.

Will man ever learn to see its soul?
Will he conquer his heart black as coal?

Robert J. Lindley,
April 24th 1988

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Will McGee's Great Sorrow

Great sorrow resting in Will McGee's funny bone
big blue feather waving in his old hat.
A gambler's road-life, wild crazy and all alone
Will favored highly where he was then at.

Sorrow waited to remind him of his greatest loss
that pretty gal with softest brown eyes.
His wasted life flying away, he gave not a toss
except when he remembered her good-byes!

Lonesome thoughts invaded his rambling old mind
when night dropped its cold and dark veil.
Win or lose, life moved ever onward, often so unkind
on bad nights it was a sad, painful hell.

Great sorrow resting in Will McGee's funny bone
big blue feather waving in his old hat.
Tired of his sad life, he found fun was now gone
that bright new morn, shot himself where he sat.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT, 20TH, 1977

NOTE: Old one from long ago. William S. McGee
was my maternal grandmother's cousin.
A gambler that came to a bad end but once was
a wealthy man until he found out that gold is
not true wealth..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Walk Softly Dear Kelly Ann

Walk softly in my memories dear Ann-

Speak of quieter dawns and calm skies
Sweetness that graces thy heart,
Remember messages in our joyous cries,
Blessings in each day's new start.

Walk softly in my memories dear Ann-

Sing of love, life and family times
Of our kisses under bright full moon,
Vacations on beaches in summer climes,
Loving nights that never came too soon!

Walk softly in my memories dear Ann-

Hold onto candles that burned nightly
and warm touches of loving hands,
loving whispers uttered quietly,
within the paradise of love's golden lands!

R.J. Lindley
May 15th, 1977

NOTE: Another beautiful lady that
I let slip away. Perhaps for the best,
as I was an ill-suited partner then
so soon after my first divorce.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

First draft for the ten/ten/ten/ten challenge.-Tyr

Sweet Child Of Mine

Forbid that sweet child such a long cold view.
Winter delivers weeping deep chills,
upon our careless children right on cue.
Let household joy and warmth provide her thrills!

Nay! Her wants are all bright colors in red
pleasures that intrigues her aspiring mind.
She will not find her future love if dead
or in bad, ailing health and frozen blind!

Show her Nature's soft glory in mild Spring.
Then dawn's splendor can warm her needing heart
with soft colors that inspire her to sing
knowing clear wits are what sets us apart!

Dear child, wait for future promise, your due
When life blesses, you'll find love that is true!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016
Painting number eight
Poem number eight, Ekphrasis (sonnet)

Inspired by - the painting
(L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot)


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Second draft, finished

Sweet Child Of Mine

Forbid that sweet child such a long cold view.
Winter delivers weeping deep chills,
upon our careless children right on cue.
Let household joy and warmth provide her thrills!

Nay! Her wants are all bright colors in red
pleasures that intrigues her aspiring mind.
She will not find her future love if dead
or in bad, ailing health and frozen blind!

Show her Nature's soft glory in mild Spring.
Then dawn's splendor can warm her needing heart
with soft colors that inspire her to sing,
knowing clear wits are what sets us apart!

Dear child, wait for future promise, your due.
When life blesses, you'll find love which is true!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016
Painting number eight
Poem number eight, Ekphrasis (sonnet)

Inspired by - the painting
(L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot)


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110

[LongTermGuy]

First draft for the ten/ten/ten/ten challenge.-Tyr

Sweet Child Of Mine

Forbid that sweet child such a long cold view.
Winter delivers weeping deep chills,
upon our careless children right on cue.
Let household joy and warmth provide her thrills!

Nay! Her wants are all bright colors in red
pleasures that intrigues her aspiring mind.
She will not find her future love if dead
or in bad, ailing health and frozen blind!

Show her Nature's soft glory in mild Spring.
Then dawn's splendor can warm her needing heart
with soft colors that inspire her to sing
knowing clear wits are what sets us apart!

Dear child, wait for future promise, your due
When life blesses, you'll find love that is true!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016
Painting number eight
Poem number eight, Ekphrasis (sonnet)

Inspired by - the painting
(L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot)


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110

******************************

~ "Dear child, wait for future promise, your due
When life blesses, you'll find love that is true!" ~


https://gerryco23.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/winifred-nicholson-father-and-son-19271.jpg?w=1088

"I wasn't sure what to do until I looked into your innocent eyes. The first time you woke in the night, you scared me half to death. My heart was filled with such fright, I could hardly catch my breath I fixed you a bottle of warm milk and rocked you until sleeping. I touched your hair, soft as silk. I held you close in safe-keeping.":)
https://www.lds.org/bc/content/shared/content/images/gospel-library/magazine/ensignlp.nfo:o:20c6.jpg

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAmkB7basH4/TROpQ8gpcpI/AAAAAAAAADU/BiA0UQllkos/s1600/baby_painting_sm%255B1%255D.jpg

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

9---Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Helen_Allingham_-_Morning_at_the_Quay_Venice.jpg

Father's Gone

Beside the seaside the fisherman's wife,
her child in hand, walks asking about loss.
Her father, years gone, left a life of strife.
They both offer prayers with sign of the cross.

A serene light graces this seaside day.
Time seems to still as mother and child gaze
to the past and father's laughter at play.
Now he's gone in darkness and time's dim haze.

They look and pray for their hero now lost,
finding peace in this daily morning walk.
Their lives once full demanded a harsh cost,
as misery follows them, see it stalk.

But, sights and sounds ease with familiar tune
and beauty helps the sad and grieving hearts.
The pleasant weather this morn in cool June,
missing only the flights of the martes.

Soon sailors and fishermen go to sea
with nets to cast while praying for big scores.
The strolling pair pray, "return him to me",
to Neptune they each sadly implores.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2016

Painting number nine
Poem number nine

Inspired by-
(Morning at the Quay in Venice), by Helen Allingham
and Debbie Guzzi's ten/ten/ten challenge.

note: "martes"

Definitions of Martes:
noun: martens

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875


https://www.bridgemanimages.com/de/asset/192221/bridges-fidelia-1834-1923/thistle-in-a-field-1875-oil-on-canvas

There Was A Valley Meadow Resting There

There was a valley meadow resting there,
plant life flourishing in its golden views.
Painted on canvas brings awe inspired stare
marveling at multi-colored hues.

Dancing beneath a decorated sky,
were vivid colors bouncing back and forth.
Artist, image, soft colors blend to tie
with clouds breezing above from the cold North.

Captured beauty, splashed on by artist's paints,
breathlessness in its tantalizing scenes,
paradise complete yet where are the saints
praising it by any and every means?

Splashed canvas held scenes of grass and flowers.
We gasp at all those colored showers!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Painting number 10
Poem number 10
Inspired by-
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge.


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 93

First draft....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Each Vision Of Beauty Stands Apart

Each vision of beauty stands apart and giving its gift
always taking one's spirited soul to inspire and uplift.
As my spirit viewed her beauty that hour and summer day
I stood a jagged mountain with no clever words to say.

Like child lost in wilderness straying soaked with fears
longing words of love to race from her lips to my ears.
Happiness that sprang from a young and hopefully eager mind
such joy could a wild young man ever dare to hope to find.

After she showered me with her love and beautiful glow
I begged for more and prayed for a never ending show.
Alas, fate fickle and recklessly mirrored my shallow way
cast sadly apart and apart we forever did have to stay.

Years can not banish memories, love for her life and soul
blessings can not erase gentle memories I forever know.
Memories of days and nights walking by her loving side,
pain strikes so deep its more than this man can abide.

Regrets are daggers slicing into a man's hurting heart
demanding sad ending be firmly held as was joyous start.
I try not to let such thoughts force me to weep and moan
remembering my deeds that forced her to be forever gone.

No power to reclaim her faithful love has ever came to me
fighting sadness that seeks to cast my spirit into the sea.
Slashing spirits that cast doubts and sins back in my face
while I ride darkest horse to never finish this eternal race.

I have memories of crowns that are forever ripped and torn
of painful dark robes burning my soul as they are sadly worn.
No saving relief in blessed sight, not even an ending date
as my pain endures sitting deep within this miserable fate.

R.J. Lindley
Aug. 22nd, 1975

Note: Very old and presented as was.. FELT.....
-------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------

A Measure Of His True Worth

Cavern blackness misery eats into this weary fearful heart
recalling summer night you tore my mind and soul apart.
End to this tormenting blindness I pray be coming very soon
another torment would vanquish me into darkness at noon.

Fighting blindly, lashing out with curses so evil and deep
soul shouts out haunting cries that forever stain and weep.
Do not judge me for the lost soul I find myself now to be
as I beg for the gentle and truthful clear eyes now to see.

I find a way to claw back to hope's newly crowned morn
be gentle and kind to this new soul having just been reborn.
Stars in the clear night sky honor beauty of Summer's moon
newborn light springs forth from miracle in darkness at noon.

Darkness recedes to comfort in the black cavern of its birth
New man finds hope in life and a measure of his true worth!

R.J. Lindley
Oct, 11th 1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ezazarus, Risen From The Dead

Ezazarus, your return does now so shock
life emerges from under a dark rock.
Yes, rest again in the peaceful shade
cut no more hearts with your evil blade.

No silver bullet shall ever you strike,
do just as you wish and so falsely like.
Yes, the glee is your addiction on rails
others felt pain and saw not your scales.

Why, why play such a morbid, dark game
is your heart not still grieving to maim?
Ah, the power to hurt others and deceive
such treachery is not genius to conceive!

Ezazarus, what have you so falsely gained
when your soul you've so desperately defamed?
A measure of fleeting time yet to squander
in that dark wasteland heap that you wander!

Robert Lindley , 1-23-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Summer Heat That Stoked My Fires

There was that summer heat that stoked my fires-
Soft the winds blew, long the beauties reigned;
And then a dream came that burned in my desires,
Bringing on love that was real not feigned.
Hot sandy beach and an angel walking there,
One that swiftly entered my longing soul.
She was heaven with long flowing dark hair;
My brain cried, lets gamble, let the dice roll,
And fate granted my fevered wish that hot day.
For my boldness brought her hand to hold;
Days we spent within our dream, we did not stray,
Nor did we feel the winds that blow so cold.
Months of bliss, majestic nights under glowing moons-
Then without cause it all went to hell;
No more dancing, no more sweet musical tunes
Why it blew up, I to this day can not tell.

Hot summer dream ended and sadly so did our love-
Now to find that it was a beautiful fleeting grace,
I wonder was she, that angel, truly sent from above
To teach me in life, that great loss one must bravely face?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2016

Note.-: Based upon a sad reality I faced as a young man
when I was still wet behind the ears... Ancient history....
Yet a memory burned in so deep.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fading Memory, Remembered But Soon Gone

Where once your eyes saw my saddest light
Where once your heart begged for my kiss
Where once you loved me deeply at night
All of that and much more I dearly miss.

Your love you gave so very well for a time
Your touch you were so generous and free
Your laughter when I would repeat my rhyme
Your request for another poem about a tree.

All of that and so much more I dearly miss
Now time has taken you from my soft touch
Now time denies me your memories, my bliss
Now time sets to justly punish me this much.

I fall into this deep, dark and massive abyss
Where I shall forget all of our secret trysts!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Until His Red-Heart Weeps

In his forest, the Indian avoided the trappings of the white men;
There his footfalls upon soft and clean, untouched virgin ground;
A place where his tired soul can finally reach ever deeper within;
Nature then generously gifts him its wonderful, wilded sound!
Each morn, Big Turtle rears its big, bright and shining head,
Casting light for his keen eyes to find game to provide his needs;
That hidden meal on hooves resting in its distant undercover bed,
In the thick of it, far out in the heavy brush and tall weeds.

As he travels down the long and winding fast river courses;
He scours the terrain for sites to set his Native water traps,
Day is hot and he races on without benefit of white man's horses,
Through and over tough obstacles never seen on white man's maps!
O' how his big heart so fervently loves this huge wilded place,
Where his freedoms are only limited by gathering his family's food;
He roams in Nature with no scary war paint upon his dark red face,
And now, his Native spirit and heart are in a calm and serene mood!

Unaware of the sad fate future holds for his family and his tribe;
This warrior wrestles only with meeting survival's high cost,
Soon evil white men will arrive to steal, lie, cheat and bribe,
Until his red-heart weeps, family dies and all is tragically lost!

R.J. Lindley
June 15th , 1989

Note:
1a. http://www.native-languages.org/legends-turtle.htm
Turtles play positive roles in the folklore of many Native American tribes. In the creation myths of some East Coast tribes (such as the Iroquois and Lenape), the Great Spirit created their homeland by placing earth on the back of a giant turtle. This is why some contemporary Native Americans refer to North America by the name "Turtle Island." Turtles are a symbol of the earth in many different Native cultures. To Plains Indians, turtles are associated with long life, protection, and fertility. In some Plains tribes, a newborn girl's umbilical cord was sewn into a figure in the shape of a turtle to ensure her health and safety. In other tribes, turtles are often associated with healing, wisdom, and spirituality.

2a. http://www.littlewolfrun.net/WyandotLegends.html
Big Turtle, A Wyandot (Huron) Legend
3. Scour | Definition of Scour by Merriam-Webster
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/scour
transitive verb. 1a : to rub hard especially with a rough material for cleansingb : to remove by rubbing hard and washing. 2 archaic : to clear (a region) of enemies .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Flightless Old Birds

Flightless Old Birds

I spill ink upon a most sadden page
life of youth was once all the rage
Good times were to readily be had
even a dull day was not all that bad
For each new morn brought renewed hope
nothing, nothing seem beyond our scope

This ink sets in its newborn form
tired words seem to be my new norm
A whisper and a cry rarely ever call
newborn days of hope I can not recall
Why does time eat thus at my soul
when more livin' was always my goal

Looking back I see ink spilt long ago
the energy was quick the heart aflow
Deep energetic words jumping all about
laughter and joy always loudly rang out
Love was rampant always in the mix
secret night moves our passionate fix

O' youth why venture so far astray
yes , you just had to have it your way!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Revised- final version

Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land


Across the midnight divide in a shroud,
this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
There with vanity and what pride allowed,
my seeking heart wanders along and sings.

Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
where green forests wrap the desirous land.
To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
for I move on with the animal band.

Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks
each morn I rise to give eternal praise.
Give this, my Native American thanks,
escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze!

Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells,
no longer enduring man's living hells.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Vision Appears

About her beauty in grey zones
The wind is whirling, and we seem
To hear its music as it drones,
Now loud, now soft as in a dream.
She bendeth like a willow tree
Swayed of the wind right joyously;
The purple blossoms overhead
Are dancing as they have no dread
Of the wild blast that blows her dress
Into a maze of loveliness,
And makes her black soft-lined hood
A welcome covert for her wise
And winsome face.
O, it were good
To give her shelter, watch her eyes
Laughing, and hear the noble way,-

Oh, how did that beauty flower
for it’s worthy rule that transcends
past nature’s force, as trees cower
before her crown, as she ascends
beyond the dreams of existence
with a gaze, so far off distance,
farther than the winds of silence,
her frail figure sways in defiance.
The reflection of her delight
sets her free from chains of life
in cadence with the tempest winds
as I weep in the willow’s shade.
Her sheltered life.
O, it were good
To let her blossom, watch her grow
to noble ends, her heart aglow.

Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Grén
Date: March 5th 2016

This has been a great honor for me, composing yet again with my good friend Teppo. And again, his closing verses make this poem, excellent free verse.
Sorry for not posting it on my page sooner Teppo.
Have been busy repairing my house after it flooding.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Farm Chores, They Sure Aren't A Glowing Parade

Brutal cold cut into young tender skin,
winter arrives with its hard cold and more.
No time to complain- NOT IF we are men,
farm child, time to wake, do the daily chores!

Up before the sun makes it first day's peep
into savage cold, hard cold, to morn's work.
Cutting blasts, such bitter cold one could weep,
we had best get it done, no time to shirk.

Chills eat into hungry brain this day,
no breakfast, working until cold-sun fades.
Why gripe, matters not whatever I say,
farm chores, they sure aren't a glowing parade!

Brutal cold cuts young tender skin this morn.
Such pain, methinks better not to be born!

R.J. Lindley
December 12th, 1965

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 112

Note: From my private journals.
My oldest surviving poem (a sonnet), written at age eleven.
And based upon my life on the farm and the very trying
hard times we lived and survived.
Edited slightly before posting to meet the uniformed
ten syllable count.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life Gives Until Each Spirit Flies Away
(Letting Go )

Life gives until each spirit flies away
Every soul knows that death shall come someday
Tomorrow, stop enjoy life's blessed ride
Today, reaching deep, feel your soul inside
Inspiration flows from that sweet spirit
Not our selfish heart, God never hears it
God knows, we live for our selfish pleasures

Get that joyous happy, its your treasure
Our God- Love impossible to measure.


My pain lived in bad blood that darkly flows,
with that poison which ate away my heart,
living in darkness man can never knows,
why life hits with such hard and heavy blows

under sad, black clouds
darkest rain will someday fall
best shield is god's truth

Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 0 10 10 10 10 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 147
Total # Lines: 20 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110

-------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------
My entry for contest--- The Acrostic and the Quatrain written in ten syllable verses,
the senyru in 5-7-5 (as is required for a senyru) .
And hit my 110 word count too(not contest required). -Tyr


Poetry Contest Deadline: Saturday, April 30, 2016
14 poems of the maximum 35 allowed have been entered.
Sponsored by: Laura Loo

Contest Dealine:

4/30/2016 12:00:00 AM
Note from Sponsor:

No updates yet...
Contest Description:



For this contest I want you to write a poem Laura style. I have found a fun way to write a poem that includes three different forms of poetry. The theme for this contest is "Letting Go". There are three parts.

Part 1: An acrostic using the words "Letting Go" . The acrostic MUST have this rhyme scheme:

L-A

E-A

T-B

T-B

I-C

N-C

G-D



G-D

O-D



Part 2: One quatrain on the theme of "Letting Go" Must be rhyme scheme of : A - B - A - B


Part 3: A senyru on the theme of "Letting Go" (Syllable count of: 5-7-5)


Please label it as a VERSE

***IF YOU DON'T APPRECIATE MULTIPLE PLACEMENTS DON'T ENTER***

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cool Winds Fiercely Blow, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills.

Under darkest shade of tallest red elm out back
soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones
Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack
lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones.

My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins
replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams
Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins
the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes.

In lazy and long imaginary repose,
soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey
Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose
sad, sad shame that you my friend, have nothing to say

Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills
cool winds fiercely blow, I feel those deep cold chills.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2016
new version, previously was presented as old version 4-30-2016.


Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 120

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blackness Engulfs Rare Beauty Whose Soft Heart There Holds

Blackness engulfs rare beauty whose soft heart there holds
she that pretty flowers envy yet still dare to adorn.
Emerging as a rare butterfly from cocoon's deep folds,
her light will grace all and never her heart be torn.

As darkness seeks its wrapping gulf of shrouded gloom,
her beautiful glow breaks upon dawn's sweetest light .
Dark clouds can not give their wretched pain and sad doom.
for her pure soul radiates greater than the darkest night.
Such loveliness shines even in the simplest of her rooms.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 14 14 12 0 12 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 116
Total # Lines: 10 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 88



ROBERT J. LINDLEY-- A CONTEST WRITE..

4-16-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Soul Fell Into Her Cool, Soothing Grace

She saw me in my tattered and worn hat
and knelt close to where I sat
Her glow
did show
that instant true love can really grow

My soul fell into her cool, soothing grace
my spirit and heart then wildly did race
If only she saw
love and its all
comes when we let our pride fall

Into hearts kingdom we both dared to dwell
my lost soul into her arms thus fell
As she cried
I tried
to my fear of her loss hide

Together she and I saw dawn's sweet parade
that moment our love and fate made
Love so true
we too
saw the light and both forever knew

Fated love is deep and tis' everything
Love, as dear life, renews every Spring.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016

Not For Mystic Rose Contest , Mirror her poem..

Decided not to enter it in the contest but I will post the poem there on the board tomorrow.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Duality

Thy day is filled with echoes of olden times,
Shadows of pain. I watch the skylark climb
Into sun above the golden grain.

One thou loveth for that he wrote his dream
In blood , then died. My joy is, it doth gleam
Even among the sweet flowers of summer-tide.

Yet thou and I are he that now doth write,
Of ancient seed, deep-rooted, dark and light,
Sheltering good and evil at their need.

Robert J. Lindley, Romanticism

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poet's Blessings and Laments

Ye with the many empty baskets , save a few for me
Tho' word weary my pen can still shake a tree.
Weave ém with diligence and your greatest care
For we that need writing, will always race to be there.

Hold out the bright gold and beg us to write to win
author's ego may be a wordy knot but not a sin.
So keep the door open , tis the least you can do
for today is flowing and our words are the glue!

Laugh with us as we celebrate with piss and moans
our addiction, we celebrate in ego driven tones.
As your doorway swings we seek even more keys
music in our writings, turbulence in our seas.

As you build rooms to hold our rampaging words
Remember, we fight to write, stampede in dusty herds!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Black Heart As A Jagged Stone

You asked me to be so kind
You asked me to very humbly wait
You beg me to cheer, not to mind
Your toying with my sad fate!

Your heart beats fast and hard
Your liver stays filled with bile
Love you say is in your black cards
My life you will steal for a while.

Try to understand my dismay
My misery in your rotten basket
You kiss to get your selfish way
I give my all whenever you asked it.

In your world my soul is but a rag
my heart but a tossed away bone
I see you now as a old, wicked hag
your black heart as a jagged stone.

I wrap my feet to race and flee
Your grasp--that wicked dark hold
You are the poison in my tea
And my stale bread filled with mold.

You asked me to be so kind
You asked me to very humbly wait
You beg me to cheer, not to mind
Your toying with my sad fate!

R.J. Lindley
July 19th 1975

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sunshine's Daily Promises

Sun in a cool waltz across a clear sky
We live too fast and dare to wonder why!
Another slow lazy day of tasks well done
O' yes, the lazy part was the real fun .

Thoughts of why we so readily embrace greed
when just enough is as much as we need.
Perhaps it truly is far later than we think
when life so often vanishes in a mere blink.

Sun rises with its eternal blessed life giving heat
with morning bacon and eggs I wish to eat .
Tomorrow, tomorrow promises of a future chance
don't sleep in, get up to dance, and dance.

Sun in a cool waltz across a blue sky
We live too hard and dare to wonder why !

RJL,
DATE-- LONG AGO.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When They Tire, Give Them A Songbird's Sweetest Glee

Cried critics to a sad poet- " Write us happy poems now!
This day while the western sky sails in blue give us gold
Sad poet pondered the forceful request wondering how
Now that his ink had dried and his muse was so damn old.

The poet thought in sadness for many long, long hours
Then this new thought raced into his aching head
Give colors, rainbows glistening upon pretty flowers
Silken canopy over earth's most beautiful princess's bed.

When they tire, give them a songbird's sweetest glee
golden soft feathers that sing as they quickly beat
With honey splashed in deep in their cool green tea,
give them red-hot and fantastic meals to eat.

His mission accomplished the poet asked to leave
the critics cried , "Hell no slave, you must stay!
Then he knew, tis dangerous to such beauty weave
for his crime, his freedom he must forever pay!

Robert Lindley
Sept 23, 1987

Old Note (1987) - Way of the world, too much is still never enough....

New Note (2016) - Way of the world, too much is still never enough...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold

Where does man heal his tired soul when old,
in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold?
Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains,
imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains.

Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds
filled ém with savage cuts in our hard heads!
While we danced with world's greatest deceivers
in our shallow joys, begged we to be receivers!

Now our wicked souls cry for that sweet kindness
rare gems we cheerfully tossed away in our blindness
O' how we now beg to be given greater goals
such that will never again tarnish our weeping souls.

Where do bad men redeem broken spirits when old
in prisons brimming with their tears and lost gold?

Robert. J. Lindley, 4-23-2016

Note- Finished today, original started in May 1986...( a fragment)
Titled -- Dreams and Memories Lost, A Sad Look Back.
PARTS 1,2, and 3

This is part one. Parts two and three are both fragments-to be finished before I die--
if my muse leads me to the water to thus drink again..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Beauty, Aromatic Fragrance Of Roses In Full Bloom

Your warmth , rests in sweet tenderness covering my aching heart
your beauty, aromatic fragrance of roses in full bloom.
Our fate, love far more than gleaming stars on astrology chart
each hot night we dance in tingling rhapsody in our bedroom.

As green sprouts shooting forth in colorful life every new Spring
we bask in glowing sunspots to warm our hearts and fill our sails.
Red-lip kisses and gentle touch invigorate and bring
romance for the ages and all each sensual night that entails.

New dawn , your scent wakes me to an angel resting sweetly there
never again will my heart seek greater than what I have now.
Your angelic face and gentle heart, surely fairest of fair
I found you in my long search and won your love I know not how!

Where racing sprouts shoot forth into colorful life every Spring
your red-lip kisses and daring nighttime dancing makes me sing.

Robert J.Lindley, 4-25-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 210
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 155

Note- Written for Teppo Gren 's new contest, based on song number three, Feelings by Andy Williams..
romantic sonnet composed in 15 syllable verses.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Love The Way She Wiggles When She Walks


I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights.

Hot romance like this comes along rarely
her soft, gentle touch swells my ardor.
When she undresses, I can just barely
Hold back as I do, each time gets harder.

I love the way she wiggles when she walks!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10
Total # Syllables: 90
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 69

Note--Written for contest, must be under ten lines, max syllables per verse -ten.

[LongTermGuy]

Tyr...had to add an Image to the great poem...hope you dont mind...:)

"I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights."
http://i.imgur.com/Vnnrs1D.gif

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tyr...had to add an Image to the great poem...hope you dont mind...:)

"I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights."
http://i.imgur.com/Vnnrs1D.gif

You dog, my wife just saw that video clip and asked me if I have a new female fan!
Without missing a beat, I replied, I wish!! :laugh::laugh::laugh:

Her frown was priceless and yes she knows " this old dog--aint agonna stray" .. :laugh:

Yet long ago, I dated women like that, and it cost me severely several times .. Learned my lesson well...
She sho'bez a sexy, hot chick...... with the right wiggles, jiggles and fine curves--Tyr

[LongTermGuy]

You dog, my wife just saw that video clip and asked me if I have a new female fan!
Without missing a beat, I replied, I wish!! :laugh::laugh::laugh:

Her frown was priceless and yes she knows " this old dog--aint agonna stray" .. :laugh:

Yet long ago, I dated women like that, and it cost me early several times .. Learned my lesson well...
She sho'bez a sexy, hot chick...... with the right wiggles, jiggles and fine curves--Tyr

Oh...I know.. your wife knows your a good trustworthy man...:beer:






But.....what a package! Look at that cute little face....!!!:thumb:http://i.imgur.com/Vnnrs1D.gif

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where New Skies Reach Up From Rising Ground

Darkened mists at new dawn's sweet early rise
may give just and great cause for greater fears.
Evil lurks in soul of man, no surprise
life precious as it may be, holds sad tears.

In this huge world, dark forces dance and play
abject blindness will not protect your soul.
Comes pain and heartache whenever it may
both are fruits of evil's eternal goal.

Look each day for dawn's gifts and warnings both
where new skies reach up from rising ground.
Seeing wisdom's new lights can expand growth
in living life better, always so sound.

When time has flown into its last moment
each dawn's promise will greet your life well spent.
R.J. Lindley
June 17th , 1979

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 112

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Oh...I know.. your wife knows your a good trustworthy man...:beer:






But.....what a package! Look at that cute little face....!!!:thumb:http://i.imgur.com/Vnnrs1D.gif

Yes now that you mention it, I've actually looked at her face.. ;)
She sho' bez a stunner, just the kind that once wrapped me into their web..
No more sexy and lustful spiders for me my friend.
Because their bites are vicious and can even be deadly...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Walked A Thorny Path Alone

I walked a thorny path alone,
Bare feet eating dusty ground:
I looked back, you were gone,
Remained only hollow empty sound,
We both racing homeward bound.

That Spring morn, you were all mine,
Smiling with heart all aglow-
Blazing sun you did outshine,
Future love, would we know:
Loving food yet still refuse to dine?

Time told me this pain once before
You had shattered me that day
I wanted you , desired you, all the more
Reunited again each night we could play
Until you departed to another shore.

Now memories show me your smile
Sexy legs and red-hot lips
Soft witchery that so beguiles,
Face that launched a thousand ships
Now I look back a thousand miles!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2016

Note- If ever a man lost a greater treasure I pity him more than me..
She was the moon's sweet light and the cat's soft meow.
My first wife found and burned the only picture I had of her.
All I could say was, "its ok darling--she was in my past"..
Yet now 40 years later, she still haunts my dreams..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

No Sunny Rays Daring To Blast This Heart In Me


I can not write any good words this saddest day
no rice in the pudding , no pitchfork in the hay.
Morning dawned with its usual bright shining glee
no sunny rays daring to blast this heart in me.

There were bees in the garden, sunshine on the corn
kids playing in the yard, me sad at being born.
No clouds flying, no hard pelting rain to crash down
yet here I sit my forlorn face wearing a frown.

My thoughts wander into happy days in my past
great loves destroyed, treasures not ever meant to last.
There comes the black cloud, dark one in its fated role
another curse eating my tired, unhappy soul.

I can not write any good words this saddest day
no rice in the pudding , no pitchfork in the hay.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016

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

NOTE--SONNET 12 ON 12...

[aboutime]

Yes now that you mention it, I've actually looked at her face.. ;)
She sho' bez a stunner, just the kind that once wrapped me into their web..
No more sexy and lustful spiders for me my friend.
Because their bites are vicious and can even be deadly...--Tyr




What face?:laugh:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What face?:laugh:
I didn't see her face the first dozen times I looked. Yet her face matches as its a very pretty face.
Glad you replied as it gave me a chance to ogle her once more.. ;)
It was women like that which gave me such pleasure and caused me such massive grief as a young man.
They be hot in more ways than one my friend..-Tyr

[aboutime]

I didn't see her face the first dozen times I looked. Yet her face matches as its a very pretty face.
Glad you replied as it gave me a chance to ogle her once more.. ;)
It was women like that which gave me such pleasure and caused me such massive grief as a young man.
They be hot in more ways than one my friend..-Tyr



Yeah. I keep going back to find a FACE too!:laugh::lol:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cool Winds Fiercely Blow, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills

Under darkest shade of tallest red elm out back
soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones
Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack
lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones.

My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins
replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams
Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins
the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes.

In lazy and long imaginary repose,
soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey
Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose
sad, sad shame that you my friend, have nothing to say

Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills
cool winds fiercely blow, I feel those deep cold chills.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2016

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 120



New edited version, 8-21-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A True Friend's Offer

Take a seat and rest you weary soul on my stage
matters not your great troubles or age
Cast off those shadows that chase you down
swim in my sea, I'll not let you drown!

Award me the gifts of your anger and grief
size means nothing I can still bring relief
With words of faith and very good cheer
laced with conviction, tis' nothing to fear!

Load me up with scandals, falsely laid upon you
I can easily conquer a dozen or two
So wrap them up, stop your fearful liven'
they will be well received, that is a given!

Why not agree to do what I now so plead
I have blessings ready, that you so greatly need
Look at it as a new start, means to a good end
for are we not equally kind and very good friends!

Robert J. Lindley. 06-01-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Note-- True friendship is a treasure often far more valuable that rubies
and gold!
A blessed man is he that can say he truly has even just one
great and true friend!
Some are greatly blessed with more.

Note-
Edited, title change, several verses rewritten today, August 24th, 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

One Tree Hill, Life Then Just A Thrill

One tree hill, life then just a thrill
so long before I dared to roam
In youth Fate delivered no bill
seas so calm , no dark raging foam

When fleeting years had raced away
time when joy ranked over the bad
Springtime, we lived and dared to play
long before bitter brought the sad

One tree hill, now barren- alone
winter gave its shadows and grief
Cold so deep, down into the bone
praying for Spring to bring relief

Alone- life shows regretful pains
Can Spring wash away such great stains?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100


Poem written this morn, inspired by the 8 syllable poem/sonnet written by my very good friend Peter Duggan .-Tyr

************************************************** *****
************************************************** *****




Olive Trees Of Gold

The Olive trees are dressed in gold
It’s morning time the day is cold
The sun beams down upon these trees
That dance upon fresh morning breeze

It’s such a lovely sight to see
These trees brim filled with mystery
How they give to me such pleasure
Dawn it is to me a treasure

Azaleas in lovely pink
They charm my eyes and make me think
Of everything that’s beautiful
Sweet mother nature has it all

Enriched I am as I sit here
Beneath a sky so blue, and clear

5 August 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 01:26 PM.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A bump, so I can remember to write new poems for this thread.
I had completely forgotten about it!
AND THAT VIDEO HERE OF THE GORGEOUS WOMAN WALKING THAT SO SEXY ON THE SIDEWALK!!
A SUREFIRE WOWSER FOR SURE!- :beer: :beer:

JUST SCROLL DOWN TO SEE,,,, -TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Taking Steps In Your On Sweet Time

To live, one must walk into the fire and burn
just enough to burn old skin away.
When born, this world must submit to our turn
before it, our hide tries to slay.

To survive, carry an ever growing big stick
big enough to hit the vermin and stop.
For defense and seeing is the great trick
sweeping trash up before we mop!

To enjoy, love deeper slow-dance tunes
taking steps in your on sweet time.
Just quick enough to see new moons
and dance around a new dime!

To reach old age, slow thee down a bit
let the flying ball,catch the mitt!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
Sonnet.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Decided to write again to present in this thread.....-Tyr


Firing True Love Down As Raindrops In Love Showers

What arrows does Love's Cupid shoot with his love-bow
That so many cry, not needed for fun in bed
What! No longer desired that sweet after-love glow
Insanity, how came that to such empty heads?

Surely darkness and rabid lust will be destroyed
For romance must exist to inspire joy in Life
How came such folly of being willing sex-toyed
Instead of Love's sanctity, being man and wife!

Nay! Romantic poets, of this blight would not approve
Death of verse singing of deepest Love and truest Hearts
This plague of rash, wretched acts we must now remove
Before such thoughts consumes and rips Love's pairs apart!

Will Cupid regain his deep romantic powers
Firing true Love down as raindrops in Love showers

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 122

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

edit---



Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more rocks, I am wise and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings
I need sweet companion just to hold her
spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared call out but I refuse
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell
Mercy arrived today, from far above
told me, see her as dust in a dry well

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love,so deep in a blind trance

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017

Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Memories Of An Elegant Dancer


She dances, her dance revolving around moonlight
That soothing glow, that aching in love sight
A tango(?), heavenly and rare beauty in play
All eyes watching, her steps, in swishing sway.

Never shall ever greater true treasure be found
Movement in elegant grace, silent sound
Far too brief her Summer in that majestic Hall
Left behind, Love in each echoing call.

Alas! What dark treachery voids this dearest dream
Cool breeze and softest steps from her slow spins
Pray we, restore lost sight of her dancing mid-stream
With promised paradise that never ends.

She dances, her dance revolving around moonlight
That soothing glow, that aching in love sight
A tango(?), heavenly and rare beauty in play
All eyes watching, her steps, in swishing sway.

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Drummond]

Tyr...had to add an Image to the great poem...hope you dont mind...:)

"I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights."
http://i.imgur.com/Vnnrs1D.gif

.... Wow !! ;)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Poet Falls Deep And Writes No More

I findeth no voice to cry,
roar comes from lost sheep all a'bleeting.
O' that my live-soul shall die,
my wiles are all so self-defeating.

I painteth not with true dye,
bold colors are now all a'bleeding
O' that I could soar blue sky,
earth renew, by poetic weeding.

I holdeth no golden pen,
dreams break apart in sleep a'snoring.
Lost in this dark world of men,
love vacated, aching, life-boring.

Echoes chills, this heart tis a'needing.
Voice gone, Hope needs a'feeding.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-15-2017
Sonnet (7979)


Syllables Per Line: 7 9 7 9 0 7 9 7 9 0 7 9 7 9 0 9 7
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
afeeding (3), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 82

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once On A Festive, Golden Afternoon

Once on a festive, golden afternoon,
Trailing slow through forests primeval green;
Setting sun was low, eager to leave soon,
Its orange rays giving radiant sheen;
Images coming of stars and forested nights
Moonbeams bouncing into beautiful glow;
Such majestic earthen natural sights,
Nature preening up with its nighttime show
Yellow-eyed owls to call with hoot, hoot hoot,
Wildcats gliding through foliage unseen;
Quietly clomping forth in hiking boots,
Admiring shadowed beauty, Nature's screen
Heart felt glee in future imagined moon
Hiking forth festive, golden afternoon.

Robert Lindley,
Sonnet, (Forest and Nature's beauty A'calling)

[Russ]

Taking Steps In Your On Sweet Time

To live, one must walk into the fire and burn
just enough to burn old skin away.
When born, this world must submit to our turn
before it, our hide tries to slay.

To survive, carry an ever growing big stick
big enough to hit the vermin and stop.
For defense and seeing is the great trick
sweeping trash up before we mop!

To enjoy, love deeper slow-dance tunes
taking steps in your on sweet time.
Just quick enough to see new moons
and dance around a new dime!

To reach old age, slow thee down a bit
let the flying ball,catch the mitt!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
Sonnet.

Excellent poem, Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I decided to actually write a poem today and not be lazy about it..
Took me ten times longer than usual but this came forth..
Hope you may enjoy and know its message is truth....


SUBJECT, When fear begets silence a great and evil calamity is insured....--Tyr


When Silence And Indifference Hold Sway

When they came for the snake to take away
I gaily approved, had nothing to say.
Next the frog, croaking after bright sun sets
Again my cold-silence hedged all my bets.
Turtle taken hiding in his hard shell
Again I foolishly thought, what the hell!

Then they grabbed the mouse hiding in the wall
Still afraid, I heeded not courage's call.
Early morn, they broke in, took my old cat
Again, I voiced no words, silently sat.
That night they came took my beloved dog
Now one ray of light broke through that dense fog!

They came yet again, chopped down every tree
I knew the score, knew next it would be me.
In horror, I found it was too damn late
My cold silence had insured my sad Fate.
I should have spoken when they took the snake
I would pay, my honor I did forsake!

Sun rose and I found all had been a dream
Dark nightmare, about how evil men scheme.
Still shaking as it had been all too real
Terror found, when no way found to appeal.
Message came, hold true to honor and love
Stand not idle when evil starts to shove!

Wisdom said beware, dark comes, not a dream
Man's black-heart souls work together in teams.
Best to know with courage, one may prevail
Even against demons from pits of Hell.
So gird thy loins and sharpen thy long spears
Far better than dying in shame and tears!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words: 244

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Age Gracefully And Seed Many Fine Crops

If embracing deep Hell sired vanities
one walks gauntlets, paths of insanity,
Hold false flattery to thy shallow vest
thee only finds brimstone paths which to rest;
Better to sear thy soul with truest of flames
one never wins playing Lucifer's games.
Sharpen blades and string thy best heavy bow
with faith and courage do more than just show;
Allow thy fruit to ripen sweet with time
then family and love will be sublime,
Age gracefully and seed many fine crops
know that evil and darkness never stops.

In sweetest fertile soil plant thy fruit trees
be sweet to flowers, as flowers to bees.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2017
Sonnet,( On Life and Advice given to One and All)


http://www.lindleypoetry.com/

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Oft Bold The Thoughts, When Pen Strikes Paper

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

Sought, shimmering pools of bright, clear waters
even should bare feet stay perfectly dry.
Honing in on what truly, truly matters
with deep imagination, oft we learn to fly!

With deft strokes, ink oft treasures display
even should, the hiding muse wail.
With emotions risen, word-spouts soon spray
darkest secrets others fear, fear to tell!

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or to challenge poets tired and resting souls!

Gold and white marble in great palaces rise
even should the tale turn sad and tragic.
With one stroke, ink opens up radiant skies
and therein lies Art, poetry's golden magic!

From grim and gray, ink oozes sweeter romance
even should the poet decide one dies.
What is life, if nothing was ever left to chance
the one taken, when gazing into her eyes!

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge lost poets, tired and resting souls!

Waiting for beauty as in, "Venice, the Bridge of Sighs"
even should sought after results not compare.
Pen lingers, waiting for beauty of, rainbow skies
or soul's desirous depths only true love can bear!

With each new stroke, paper relishes the arrival
even should, the splash reveal darker stains
For creativity is the rich goal not mere survival
and the feeling that lasting success attains!

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

As ink paints and starry eyed love takes hold
even should one decide its failure, all is lost.
A great tragedy is born and thus many have sold
for gold, tho' poet's heart pays weeping cost!

On to the next stanza, pen cries to be set free
even should, disaster strike the reluctant poet.
Another ship waits for its long trip to black-ink seas
in heart of hearts, poetry lives, if we but grow it!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2017
Rhyme, (Subject - Poets, Poetry and Life)

Note-- I did spend much, much longer on this one that any other poem previously written in the last 6 months. Hope the reader may enjoy the read and the thoughts on Life, Love, Poetry, Imagination, Messages and Black Ink staining previously clean white pages..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Goddess, The Fantasy, The Dream And The Reality

Spent, exhausted with this heartfelt feeling that I must
journey forth, representative of cosmic dust;
I, stranded creature on this planet set to roam
in midst of strangers far, far from my hearth and home;
drift boldly into night's dark with defiant vow,
epic oath to live for her life, the here and now!

Recalling memories of dwarf moons and swirling storms,
goddess that once loved and held me in her tender arms;
eyes that shown with intensity of wanton desires
hot lips, that imbued in me eternal love's fires;
desperate need to live up to her expectations,
Hopeful I flew, into this far flung constellation!

On lonesome trails, haunting dreams invade my sad nights
nightmares, foes hellbent on stealing any delights;
recalled moments of her warm kisses and touch
stretching out of her arms saying, "Ï love you this much";
that smile, beaming bright as any celestial star,
her sincerely saying, "I love you as you are"!

Now lost, wandering through this world of colossal seas,
I, the traveler now issue sincerest of pleas;
with but one aim, to return to her radiant glow
race onward, with Time still and a fate I do not know;
should intensity of desire create a way back,
I'd never leave, my goddess in her deep forested shack!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2017
(Rhyme in 300)


Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 0 13 13 13 13 13 13
12 12 12 12 12 12 0 13 13 13 13 13 13
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words: 215

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Bitter Dregs Of This World Lights Your Fires

What bitter dregs of this world lights your fires
Gift red-hot embers in your "hidden desires"?
What masquerading treasures forced you to leap
From innocent bliss, into world's trash heap?
Could it have been, weakness born from despair
Lust and Greed-- That most common, blackest pair?

Why should I, write pleasing you with pretty words,
Send images of Nature, flowers, rainbow birds?
When such would make me willing ally to fraud
Lost hippie led astray, sadden and bald.
Nay! Such vanity simply would not do!
Once barefoot and lost, I found my right shoe!

Now when we both understand, this new exchange
Let us travel forth in this wide open range!
Water our white horses and feed old, tired mules
Throw away our caveman clubs, pick new tools.
Sit to talk, and have fire burning feast
No longer foes, blinded by that dark beast!

O' that bold, soul-slashing words should ring your bell
Save you from darkness and world's malignant Hell.
Should not a poet, savagely break new ground
Paint with naked truth and utter new sound?
If not, what virgin ground should his pen plow
That would matter, in the here and the now?

What bitter dregs of this world lights your fires
Gift red-hot embers in your "hidden desires"?
What masquerading treasures forced you to leap
From innocent bliss, into world's trash heap?
Could it have been, weakness born from despair
Lust and Greed -- That most common, blackest pair?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2017
Rhyme( in 11/10)
Subject- Poetry, Pen and a hard Truth.

Syllables Per Line:
0 11 11 11 10 10 10 0 11 11 11 10 10 10
0 11 11 11 10 10 10 0 11 11 11 10 10 10
0 11 11 11 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 315
Total # Words: 242

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Old Man's Promise To See And Hold Her Yet Again
(PART ONE)

He was now an old man but he could get around
No youthful spring in his gate but life was still there
Each morn he walked to the park saw the same grounds
With the same thought, would he soon see his lover fair
He knew some twenty years now, she has been passed on
Yet in heart of hearts he knew again he would see
Her blues eyes and smile that said, you are not alone
Her standing under their favorite white oak tree

Morn was different, shadows danced in his way
He was tired before he sat in the last park chair
Something strange, no small squirrels waited there to play
And then came a gloom that that smelled of dark despair
He saw a tall figure waiting, all dressed in black
Heard evil winds blow and saw that sinister grin
Now it was too late, for him there was no way back
There stood the hellish beast that brought death to all men

With stoic courage, he asked if his time had come
Reply came, yes thy mortal flesh will be no more
I grant one request, perhaps a shot of red-rum
Soon thy spirit shall arrive on another shore
The old man thought and remembered his promise made
How time had came, to see his beloved again
Beneath that white oak and kiss her in its cool shade
In a flash, there she came, back to the land of men

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2017


Syllables Per Line:
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: 242

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

edit---



Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more rocks, I am wise and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings
I need sweet companion just to hold her
spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared call out but I refuse
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell
Mercy arrived today, from far above
told me, see her as dust in a dry well

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love,so deep in a blind trance

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017

Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.

************************************************** *************

New version in ten syllable verses.. 12-12-2017--Tyr

Whisper Soft To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more rocks, I am wiser and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings.
I need sweet companion, just to hold her
spirit that made my soul feel as it sings.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain.
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared, call out but I refuse.
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell.
Mercy arrived today, from far above
declaring, she is dust in a dry well.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance.
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love, so deep in that blind trance.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

************************************************** ************************************************
In process of composing, storing here now, to be sure it is not lost as has happened before! .. Tyr


The Night Rudolph and Santa's Sled Got Stuck

Twas' night before Christmas, Santa's sleigh was hard stuck
but Christmas was saved by farmer Ted's mule, Ole Buck.
With Rudolph exhausted, his nose still shining bright red
team pulls hard, to deliver while kids sleep in bed!

Bad blizzard had caught Santa and his famous team
In fear reindeer cried, all was lost or so it seem
Rushing, Santa landed in a snowbank that night
his sleigh sinking deep, O' what a frightening sight!

Santa yelled, "come on, we have to get this sleigh free"
For all the world's children depend on you and me!
An hour of pulling, the reindeer at greatest strain
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!

Just then Rudolph breaking down, let out loudest scream
"Please, please help us, frëe dearest Santa's Christmas team"
Ole buck, had heard through all that blizzard howling wind
started braying loud for his master to help send!

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

In a flash out the door, to Buck's red barn he raced
For to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Old buck was willing and ready, eager to go
Out they ran in the blizzard wading the deep snow!

Round the bend, far away upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's hard stuck sleigh, O' what a great thrill
Once there, they heard all the reindeer this loudly cheer
Hurrah, we are saved, for Christmas is saved this year!

With ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sleigh
Buck and reindeer pulled, with Rudolph leading the way
Santa cried, "free us, deliveries we must make"
"Free us this snowy Christmas night for goodness sake"!

With a hard grunt and a huge and mighty strong yank
Santa's sleigh was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted, gave all some warm chocolate to drink
Buck the mule had saved all, who such would ever think?

Santa then gave his blessings, thanking one and all
saying, off we must fly, finish Christmas night's haul!
With that said and a hearty and thankful goodbye
Away they rose into that blizzard snowing sky!

Farmer Ted walked Ole Buck back to this red barn
Many have cried, this was all just a Christmas yarn
That is until they go there and this they do find
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind"!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017

I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Winter's Depths And Death

old cold white tombstone
autumn colors on the ground
morn's glory silent

Robert J. Lindley,2-14-2018
Haiku ( Death is white cold, silent and lonely)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


NOTE- It has now been one year and two weeks since mother passed away. ( Death is white cold, silent and lonely)....... TYR




https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/types/

Haiku
Definition
HAIKU (plural: haiku, from archaic Japanese): The term haiku is a fairly late addition to Japanese poetry. The poet Shiki coined the term in the nineteenth century from a longer, more traditional phrase, haikai renga no hokku ("the introductory lines of light linked verse"). To understand the haiku's history as a genre, peruse the vocabulary entries for its predecessors, the hokku and the haikai renga or renku.

The haiku follows several conventions:

(1) The traditional Japanese haiku consists of three lines. The first line contains five syllables, the second line contains seven, and the last line five. In Japanese, the syllables are further restricted in that each syllable must have three sound units (sound-components formed of a consonant, a vowel, and another consonant). The three unit-rule is usually ignored in English haiku, since English syllables vary in size much more than in Japanese. Furthermore, in English translation, this 5/7/5 syllable count is occasionally modified to three lines containing 6/7/6 syllables respectively, since English is not as "compact" as Japanese.

(2) The traditional subject-matter is a Zen description of a location, natural phenomona, wildlife, or a common everyday occurrence. Insects and seasonal activities are particularly popular topics. If the subject-matter is something besides a scene from nature, or if it employs puns, elaborate symbols, or other forms of "cleverness," the poem is technically a senryu rather than a haiku. The point was that the imagery presents a "Zen snapshot" of the universe, setting aside logic and thought for a flash of intuitive insight. The haiku seeks to capture the qualities of experiencing the natural world uncluttered by "ideas." Often editors will talk about "the haiku moment"--that split second when we first experience something but before we begin to think about it. (In many ways, this idea might be contrasted usefully with the lyric moment in the English tradition of poetry; see lyric).

(3) The haiku is always set during a particular season or month as indicated by a kigo, or traditional season-word. This brief (and often subtle) reference to a season or an object or activity associated with that time of year establishes the predominant mood of the poem.

(4) It is striking a feature of the haiku that direct discussion of the poem's implications is forbidden, and symbolism or wordplay discouraged in a manner alien to Western poetry. The poet describes her subject in an unusual manner without making explicit commentary or explicit moral judgment. To convey such ideas, the genre often relies upon allusions to earlier haiku or implies a comparison between the natural setting and something else. Simplicity is more valued than "cleverness." Again, if the poet is being clever, using puns or symbols, the poem again is technically a senryu rather than a haiku.

(5) The poet often presents the material under a nom de plume rather than using her own name--especially in older haiku.

(6) Additionally, the haiku traditionally employ "the technique of cutting"--i.e., a division in thought between the earlier and later portions of the poem. (It is comparable to the volta of a sonnet). These two divisions must be able to stand independently from the other section, but each one must also enrich the reader's understanding of the other section. In English translation, this division is often indicated through punctuation marks such as a dash, colon, semicolon, or ellipsis.

Here is an example of a haiku by a Western writer, James Kirkup:

In the amber dusk
Each island dreams its own night--
The sea swarms with gold.
The following poem serves as an example very loosely translated from Japanese:

Yagate shinu
Keshiki wa miezu
Semi no koe
[O cricket, from your cheery cry
No one could ever guess
How quickly you must die.]

This example illustrates the haiku's lack of authorial commentary or explanation--the desire merely to present the experience of nature:

Samidare wo
Atsumete hayashi
Mogami-gawa
[Gathering all
The rains of May
The swift Mogami River.]

Many Japanese poets have used the form, the two acknowledged masters being Bashó (a nom de plume for Matsuo Munefusa, 1644-94); and Kobayashi Issa (a nom de plume for Kobayashi Nobuyuki). The Imagist Movement in 20th century English literature has been profoundly influenced by haiku. The list of poets who attempted the haiku or admired the genre includes Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell, Robert Frost, Conrad Aiken, and W. B. Yeats. Contrast haiku with the tanka and the senryu. See also hokku, below, and haikai, above. See also kigo and imagism. You can click here to download a PDF handout summarizing this discussion of haiku, or you can click here to download PDF samples of haiku.
Example

An example of classic hokku by Bashô:
an old pond—
the sound of a frog jumping
into water

Another Bashô classic:
the first cold shower;
even the monkey seems to want
a little coat of straw.

[Taco Junkie]

I've always liked Haiku and it's challenge. Alas I am no wordsmith and tend to express myself more with the expedience of profanity. Thank you sir for your contributions.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking At That Vast Mysterious Void

rotten log green moss
shadow glance eternity
awesome red sunset

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2018
Haiku (When Time Stands Still)

Note- Nature shows us so many things , if we but open our eyes to see.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time And Ghostly Shadows

rock fence in decay
lost shepherds and green meadows
old cars on freeways

Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2018
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Hemmingway Saw And Felt That Summer

floor, rat eaten shoe
fisherman and lake in tune
dawn, eggs and bacon

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2018
Haiku, ( Life, Living and Time)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

So This Was Sent, As Desperate Last Plea

The apples were red, delicious are you
You left my heart bled, for it once was true
Now very far off, there you say are fine
Some laugh and scoff, when I say she is mine

Now you love and live, all without my touch
Please will you forgive, love again as much
Your future weds mine, you know that is true
Will you make this fine, such is overdue

Autumn' red leaves fall, once we tread their path
Before your last call, venting your great wrath
Come back and forgive, this heart aches anew
Let us love and live, joined as one, we two.

Each night my soul dreams, you sleep in my arms
True love oft redeems, I so miss your charms

Robert J. Lindley, August 22nd, 1980
Sonnet, ( Love Lost in Grief)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Darkness Glows, Imitating Bright Light

Where smoking peaks rise, from hell's ever spreading and malignant fires;
When far too oft sunny skies, find their shining blue glory is hidden
What matters gaining treasured prize, if its blacken fruits are forbidden?


Robert J. Lindley,
6-6-2018

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Written for SilentOne's, maximum of 17 syllable each, three verse contest.
Maximum syllable count to not exceed 51 syllables, but can be less.

[Russ]

The Night Rudolph and Santa's Sled Got Stuck

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

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

Santa yelled, "come on, we have to get this sled free"
For all the world's children depend on you and me!
An hour of pulling, the reindeer at greatest strain
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!

Just then Rudolph breaking down, let out loudest scream
"Please, please help us, frëe dearest Santa's Christmas team"
Ole buck, had heard through all that blizzard howling wind
started braying loud for his master to help send!

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

In a flash out the door, to Buck's red barn he raced
For to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Old buck was willing and ready, eager to go
Out they ran in the blizzard wading the deep snow!

Round the bend, far away upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's hard stuck sleigh, O' what a great thrill
Once there, they heard all the reindeer this loudly cheer
Hurrah, we are saved, for Christmas is saved this year!

With ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sled
Buck and reindeer pulled, with Rudolph's nose shining red
Santa cried, "free us, deliveries we must make"
"Free us this snowy Christmas night for goodness sake"!

With a hard grunt and a huge and mighty strong yank
Santa's sled was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted, gave all some warm chocolate to drink
Buck the mule had saved all, who such would ever think?

Santa then gave his blessings, thanking one and all
saying, off we must fly, finish Christmas night's haul!
With that said and a hearty and thankful goodbye
Away they rose into that blizzard snowing sky!

Farmer Ted walked Ole Buck back to this red barn
Many have cried, this was all just a Christmas yarn
That is until they go there and this they do find
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind"!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017

I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!! -Tyr

What a great idea for a Christmas poem. Love it :cool:

Russ , I edited one word in my poem that you quoted. Thanks.. Tyr

[SassyLady]

I think Try is extremely talented writer ... so many words brought together to evoke memories, ideas, fantasies and reality.

Trust me ... I've tired and it takes me forever to mentally find right word to get my point across. His just seems flow out the end of the pen (or fingers on keyboard).

:cheer5:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Red Sunset, Shines Its Brightest Inspiring Lights

When morning glories glow, your closed heart opens again
dawn's breaking light shows, a true faithful, loyal friend;
can you then cleanse the hate from your embittered eyes
open hard closed ears to hear this heart's saddest cries?
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!

When red sunset, shines its brightest inspiring lights
you feel that cool night's soft breeze, forget our big fights;
see a future when we can dance under new stars
forget the hard times, those bitterest of our scars!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice, see how it all rolls!

If this poem sent, with its sadden heartfelt plea
can repair the great damage, heal both you and me;
send back this letter sealed with a red lipstick kiss
write pretty love words, the ones that I dearly miss!
Please meet me there at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!

Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice see how it all rolls.
Meet me Friday at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
Rhyme, ( The Letter Sent)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I think Try is extremely talented writer ... so many words brought together to evoke memories, ideas, fantasies and reality.

Trust me ... I've tired and it takes me forever to mentally find right word to get my point across. His just seems flow out the end of the pen (or fingers on keyboard).

:cheer5:

Well not always my friend. Most do but sometimes when I write to a contest theme given by the contest sponsor, I struggle a bit to stay within the contest requirements while still maintaining my own personal form/style and poetic principles.
Such is especially true if the contest theme does not truly inspire the poet to write.
AS TRUE INSPIRATION FUELS THE FIRES IN A POET'S HEART AND SOUL..
WHICH I AM SURE THAT YOU ALREADY KNOW..-Tyr

[SassyLady]

Here's one I wrote back in 2015.

Moved to my thread. Sorry Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Here's one I wrote back in 2015.

Moved to my thread. Sorry Robert.

Would not have been a problem had you let your fine poem remain in this thread my friend.
I love your poetry and its heart and soul that reveals your emerging great talent...--:clap: -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blessed Hope, Rays Of True Light, And Silent Prayer

An ancient man in dark and morbid cloud
no longer full of vigor and foolishly proud
Constant lashing winds, setting heart aghast
as rising black and purple waves cry of the past
Beseeching heavens for signs of relief
from darkness in the marrows, sorrows in the grief
Aching bones that magnify cold chills
fleet footed shadows dance around fresh bloody kills!

Accursed dreams, their vengeance harsh and real
each from darkest dark, into brightest sunlight spills
No clean water to wash away his curse
as both agony and misery becomes worse
Single ray of light breaks through each high noon
from weakened promise, salvation rain may come soon
For decades, that dear hope has stayed alive
within its fleeting happiness, his soul survives!

R.J. Lindley,
January 6th, 1979
Rhyme, ( Hope's True Arrow, Shot Straight As The Crow Flies )

Note:
Death has danced forward and its blade sliced in deep
A young and truly innocent soul, fast asleep
Lo! Fate's wicked companion, may next my soul choose
That dying moment, I my composure not lose!
I prepareth, with courage born of stolid, true heart
With faith seeketh, much sweeter realm for my restart
Death is dark darkness and its great destructive waves
Accepting its victory, denying Light that saves!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dare We Bring Poe, Raven From Darken Grave


Hating blade yet they are so quick to cut
in glee at dark spilled blood, yet lack the guts
walking forth with halo's, prayers said in haste
may find dark verse is neither bad, nor waste.

Remove your anger and pie from your eyes
life may be wishing but truth never dies
Art's true power, is in poets that are free
as birds in a magnificent bright tree.

When verse sings reality in dark tune
no cloud covers sweetness of golden moon
when inked words are strong, so bold and so dark
poet shows life even if sad and stark!

We live, we boldly write, we do not cave
Dare we bring Poe, Raven from darken grave!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-30-2019
Sonnet, ( A Poet Must Write What Soul Sends, Heart Sings )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Journey Through Time's Long Blackened Maze

Avoiding many pitfalls, I walked a narrow ledge
a tramp searching for treasures that would heal
empty soul since death had stolen so much
had cast sorrows as ocean waves of grief
as solemn shores of jagged glass
bare feet commanded to walk in midnight pains

Avoiding love as its costs were too, too high
coward, wading desolation through canyons of despair
where black-singing nights, ooze more cuts
as ill-winds surround miseries and dreams
of yesterdays before death's hand gripped
the life of a beloved brother and friend

Avoiding that crossroad, one that can save this soul
renew joys of life, restoring Love, Truth and Heart
forgiving myself, for my yet being alive
forgiving myself, for life and going on
forgiving myself, for not seeking death
forgiving myself, for each sweet breath

Avoiding many pitfalls, I walked a narrow ledge
a tramp searching for treasures that would heal
empty soul since death had stolen so much
had cast sorrows as ocean waves of grief
as solemn shores of jagged glass
bare feet commanded to walk in midnight pains

Robert J. Lindley
Free verse, 9-21-2019
For Contest

Edit note-- This poem was awarded second place in the contest.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pity Her That Has Been So Deceitfully Played

Time was dark, under summer sun
Ill the sad winds that daily blow.
And damn the bad that has begun,
For in darkness tragedy runs.

No truth comes easy and with haste
Only lies, a true maid denies
For life may wreck, lay love to waste
As sure as sunlight brights the skies.

In life's journey her course was set
Tho' she, honorable true maid
Evil its own dark fruits begets
Pity her that has been so played.

Engulfed in that darkened abyss
Her name that was dishonored so
With labored breath, felt its last kiss
As her life, its living let go.

Those with hate saw only the bad
Never her life that was destroyed,
She a true victim of a cad
Her soul cast into in death's void.

Where hid the call for her defense
As her tormentor, his lies told
With lying proof, he gave offense
To kill she, that only truth told.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-03-2019
Rhyme

Note:
Compose based upon an account given me by a friend of how her great
grandmother's younger sister had been with such injustice, falsely
accused and her reputation destroyed. Several years later, she drowned
herself- leaving behind a note pleading her innocence of the charge,
that was later found to be the truth. If memory serves me well,
of the time this happened as she told me, this all occured in the
late 1880's/1890's.
There was a time that a "gentleman's word" in such matters easily destroyed
that of the accused female.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dawn And Days That Race Into Eternity

This ancient world splatters sunlight in,
spasms of Nature's hues and immense imaginations,
beguiling people in deepest of staggering blindness,

as mice that smell but see no food,
scamper into orange burning fires set by
demons on midnight prowls-
as slumbering giants,
dream of mountains of delight within realms of glory.

dawn and days that race into eternity,
where leaping flames consume-
idols of shallow thoughts,
islands of wishful touch,
regrets built of white sands,

where crushing rides decay fantasies,
and within darker realms,
beasts strain to break golden chains,
for victims that are ghosts in the wailing winds,

as red suns set, and forests beg moon to sing,
songs of valor, tales of love,
and fairies that did not die,

from beneath hidden cloaks,
white bones sparkle in eager glee


Robert J. Lindley,
Free verse, ( What Midnight Echoes Once Shouted To The Grieving Night Skies )

Note:
In dreams words are cast by high waterfalls
man schemes, for treasures found in golden halls
yet Fate laughs as its long black hand denies
that which mortals most often highly prize....


"Plus de temps, plus de richesse, plus de rêves et plus profond
l'amour, ou le paradis offre ses clés gratuitement.
Ah, tragique que la cupidité et la convoitise mortelles n’ont pas de limites!"

[jimnyc]

Hey, Tyr, been working on a regular free form poem as you know I like, since I know squat about how to form a good sentence, let alone a good poem!

Started like a month ago and fell into a mental block of sorts. And funny ironic thing? A large part is about mental blocks and such, and then one sticks me in a rut. :(

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hey, Tyr, been working on a regular free form poem as you know I like, since I know squat about how to form a good sentence, let alone a good poem!

Started like a month ago and fell into a mental block of sorts. And funny ironic thing? A large part is about mental blocks and such, and then one sticks me in a rut. :(
Mental blocks are not rare things with writers. Especially so with poets.
Best to store the poem fragment and come back to it days/weeks/months or even years later.
I just recently did that with a poem fragment from 1973, started when I was 19 years old!
And made a very fine poem from that start.. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youth Had Gone, Life Torn Asunder

Youth had gone, life torn asunder
time blasted, by resounding thunder
yes the shadows wailed, skies moaned
laughter hard frozen, evil toned
No siren screamed, no lion roared,
mystery boat sank with all aboard
pothole canyons, nothing phased
held only soul wickedly crazed.

Fate, thy hands empty and bare
hell's early bus, I had my fare
but traffic jammed on the way
echoes sounded, as ghosts pray
Lightning crashed, hope appeared
a reprieve just as I feared
cry went out, hold thy true vow
walk into life, and do it now.

Youth had gone, life torn asunder
time blasted, by resounding thunder
Cry went out, hold thy true vow
walk into life, and do it now.

R.J. Lindley, June 22nd, 1973
Rhyme, ( Dying, A Child No More )

old note: This kinda suxs..
no parade, no band --just a long dead silence...


New note--12-17-2019
Well nobody said it was going to be a damn picnic boy......

the old man looked at the sea and tears fell
life had not been kind, had brought its hell
yet as dawn's lights that distant horizon lit
he said, Yes Lord, give me longer, just a little bit.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

******************************************
edited /rewritten for contest..--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Scene of Calm And Hope

sun-glow read embers
moon and sky on lake surface
doe and fawn, old trail

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku,
April 19th, 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Early Spring Morn

old broken church bell
golden rays, Sunday morning
narrow forest path

Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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!

Robert J. Lindley,
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.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Woeful Cries From A Cavern Dark And Deep

Hungry winds, that lash to whip up desire
horrid- state of loss, feeling all alone
forgotten, flames of great funeral pyres
those altars carved from unwilling stone.
Youth's folly, innocence, its childlike mirth
life wandering through unforgiving sea
lust and greed, far, far greater than earth's girth
fruits thus harvested from a poison tree.

Vanity and its allies- mortal fools
world- a rock-field to be seeded with pain
humanity clawing with its dark tools
leaving behind destruction, blacken stains.

Red, constant flow of savagely spilt blood
Man in blindness wading through epic floods.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2021
Sonnet, ( What becomes of the trembling kiss of day )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From A Time When Our Sweet World Imploded

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something just was not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark
But I knew where sweet love was, right where we threw it
And my love, my love we both went blind and blew it
Hell, it was not our time to up and say screw it
So let us meet later tonight and redo it….

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?
Now our sorrows weep deeply and both hearts sad ache
And this terrible darkness we just cannot shake
Loss we are, for life truly has no damn meaning
Harvest burnt up, ashes are its pallid gleanings.

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?

R.J. Lindley,
( When Our Love Fell Into A Dark Bottomless Pit )

[LongTermGuy]

From A Time When Our Sweet World Imploded

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something just was not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark
But I knew where sweet love was, right where we threw it
And my love, my love we both went blind and blew it
Hell, it was not our time to up and say screw it
So let us meet later tonight and redo it….

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?
Now our sorrows weep deeply and both hearts sad ache
And this terrible darkness we just cannot shake
Loss we are, for life truly has no damn meaning
Harvest burnt up, ashes are its pallid gleanings.

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?

R.J. Lindley,
( When Our Love Fell Into A Dark Bottomless Pit )


I Liked your poem so much ...that...It `made me` find this one...

"Paradise Lost"

​https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/p/paradise-lost/summary-and-analysis/book-i/book-i-3

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Liked your poem so much ...that...It `made me` find this one...

"Paradise Lost"

​https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/p/paradise-lost/summary-and-analysis/book-i/book-i-3

I like it my friend. Some mighty keen insight you have!
Paradise Lost is by many considered to be Milton's greatest work.....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Far Above Moon's Ancient Shadow
(A Sad Tale of Woe)

Pain, crying pains that ripped glass,
and black clouds waving goodbyes.
Aye, I remember you sweet lass
and that twinkle in your eyes.

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul so shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

Hurt, hurt resting in deepest pits
memories dance out of tune.
Ancient moon, sending me new hits
each year on last day of June!

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul now shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

Time, time utterly fails its course
nights break bones in a flurry.
Ah, but they shoot a dying horse
now, fate's hand does not hurry!

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul now shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

R. J. Lindley,
Aug, 25th 1978

Rhyme, Lin Repeat in 8/7/8/7

Syllables Per Line: 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 7 8 0 8 7 8 7
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 144

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Those Dreams, Memories, An Angel Yet Again Sought

There was such kindness in her magnificent blue eyes
An elegant gait to her very sexy walk
Beauty one expects to see only when one dies
Her singing, intelligence whenever she talks
Made me feel awe of enjoying brighter blue skies!

Promise of treasures, that which a king would desire
Wishing a kiss, another touch of warm embrace
Sensation of joy sitting around that campfire
Memories of that beautiful, beautiful face
Nothing ever compares to that night's desires!

There was such kindness in her magnificent blue eyes.
Made me feel awe of enjoying brighter blue skies!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-23- 2022
Romanticism