Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Did Our Beautiful, Dearest Mothers

Life should not be about hiding from storms
far better, learn to dance in pouring rains.
For your feet moving has its happy charms
which embraced may remove your blue-felt pains.

When future dark winds arrive to ill blow
set hardened hands to withstand the results.
If winter's beauty brings too heavy snow
SUCH MAY HIT LIKE STONES TOSSED FROM CATAPULTS!

Life should be more about honest living
time spent sharing love and song with others.
For this one must set true heart to giving
as did our beautiful, dearest mothers!

In this life, if blessed we get to choose
do so with blind hearts, you too often lose!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2016
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 109

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink


After reading poems, I get started
I write as of old, on paper in ink.
Hours pass, before pen and I are parted
olden ways used, give greater depths to think!

After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks
on things that just may give, some sweet relief.
Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks
scribe true and often, is my firm belief.

After writing poems, soul finds comfort
in strangest way, very hard to describe.
Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort
gift is in your reading, no need to bribe!

New poems read, both happy and some sad
caused this poem, be it good or it bad.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What In Life, Can We Truly Ever Hold


What of life, brings us such great thrilling calls
Weeks dancing about, floating on cloud nine
Remember as children huge red beach balls
And ice cream eating, strawberry was fine!

Why does time, take away more than it gives
Starting with loved family and dear pets
Could it be, that life devours as it lives
And we wrongly try to cover all bets!

Remember when jukebox songs cost a dime
Double header movies just fifty cents
Back when we had more joy and far less crime
Time was plentiful, so easily spent!

What in life, can we truly ever hold
Other than memories when we grow old!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-21-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 107

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sonnet On Pompous Poet Critics

When evil green-eyed monster sights you in
you may suddenly find, having less friends.
Sure, only just another day's slow pace
No, some jerks hit, but never face to face.

Let a poet, in truthful words speak out,
wicked stabs come silent, with not a shout.
Curse cold snobbery of pompous elite
walking on four rather than on two feet.

I will speak bold truth in poetic words
their edicts, just more garbage for the birds
In my anger I write about those fools
truth is, they are just shallow, witless tools!

When evil green-eyed monster, sinks its teeth
Walk the high road, not the dark one beneath.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note-
Arrogance and jealous ego go hand in hand.
Never seen greater than in certain poets, that dare to set terms , demand adoration that others must follow-or else they plot and stab from hidden places.
Never considering the truth, depth and quality of the poems of poets they target..
This sorry treatment, some few have done to a very dear friend of mine, a poetess that writes magnificently!
I beg her to give me their names but she refuses to do so- not wanting me to get harmed because of her troubles.
Sorry little shallow people in their fantasy filled, self-aggrandized world.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays

Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Two broken feet, treading on molded rot
Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse
More the worst for darker world to abuse!

Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones
Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones
Take rare days, to thy colder heart amuse
Let not Fate's handmaidens force thee to choose!

Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Than skin and teeth, sad memories to trot
Best thee, look for better weapons to use
When life seeks only early death to use!

Yet walk thee, into dawn's sweet renewing rays
Faith in saving face of Hope, always pays!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

Note: Struggled today to not write, but my muse cut for blood, until the pain demanded an answer.
Tis not as bad as it may sound, as healing forces me to walk away from the new darkness that my weaker soul seeks to accustom itself...
Thus the birth of this dark and somber sonnet....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Beauty Glimmered Before Meadow Flowers Died

Her beauty glimmered before meadow flowers died
I saw her, night her golden tears fell as she cried
Blossoms fell to grace ravenously her bare feet
With her by his side, no man could know sad defeat

Only time could lessen her magnificent glow
Her touch equal to all Spring's bounty could sow
Golden relief sprung up from her beautiful gaze
She the treasure only a true angel could raise

Now lost memories attempt to dim her soft kiss
Her gentle laugh my sad soul shall forever miss
Why we parted, tis now within a dark black haze
My sad-dreams now lose her in midnight's deepest maze

Her beauty glimmered before meadow flowers died
I saw her, night her golden tears fell as she cried


Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12.

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 107

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Ye Seek, So Shall Poetry Send In Measure

Alas! Set aside not poetry and its worth,
With lower thoughts and wickedest gleam in thine eyes
Look thee to great clowns and court jesters for thy mirth
And moonlit serenades, from majestic skies!

Where truest Poetry sends, joy to thy seeking mind,
Let deeper knowledge walk with thee in faithful tune
Allow not great ignorance to thy soul thus bind
Thy heart to shallow words, as if they are great boon!

Rejoice! If thy soul finds poetry a fine gift
For thy true, searching heart will seek out all the more
Its most treasured words presented to thee to uplift
Enter thy spirit through poetry's golden door!

Alas! Abandon not poems and their treasure
As ye seek, so shall poetry send in measure!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2017
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: 124

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Claiming Fate, Dark Fate Gifts, His Sad Afflictions

They forced him, build sandcastles on barren beaches
They were his addictions, those beautiful leeches
Saw his false shadows, like hell he resented it
Ripped his true heart each damn time he presented it
Fat with soul-wrecking love, they bleached his weary bones
Nights he was weak, begging please, for their dark tones
Each new dawn, he swore oaths to send them far away
And backed down, when angry echoes came back to play
When he fought back, razor teeth ate into his brain
Until his aching soul, broke from their blackest strain
They clung to him like sweat on a hot, hot June day
Even if he tried, he could not send them away
Giving up, he surrendered to drug addictions
Claiming Fate, dark Fate gifts, his sad afflictions

R.J. Lindley,
Sept 10th, 1976
Sonnet

Old Note- Deleted.

New Note. Written shortly after a good friend drove his car into a tree, dying that night.
We never knew for sure but they said he did it on purpose. I saw him the week before at a wild party.
He asked me, would I come to his funeral if he died. I laughed and said, " sure I would, to tell you to pay me that 60 bucks you owe me .....
One just never knows, the depth of pain some are in....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Leave This Sad Heart, I Can Take No More Pain

Vastness of blue skies, called forth depths of this soul
Past times, sad cries, images engraved into my mind
O' misery, emitting from that huge black hole
Life tis now pitting, dear joy against heart now blind.

Blinded by memories, thoughts in darkest sad blues
Tragic shock to now find, false tales in my gold
Should have known should have seen the sad, terrible clues
A damn wicked thing, to only see when too old.

There once was glory, in those past radiant dreams
There twas magic, in those loves that went so damn wrong
Ah, but Fate and Love both do so wickedly scheme
Far more than enough to break this spirit so strong.

Alas! That truth that I honored and cherished so.
Now rages with desires to destroy my last goal!

Robert Lindley,
Nov, 19th, 1991

Old Note: I may survive this but its gonna leave one damn big scar.

New Note: I see and feel that scar every damn day. Time to bring this out of my private writes and perhaps cleanse it to get relief. Never think, that I have not endured the deepest depths of epic pain.....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Mother Nature Heals A Broken Soul

Walk in Nature, to give it a visit
stroll its epic beauty, maybe kiss it
Touch ancient trees, rest in coolest shades
purge my saddened heart with deep forest raids

Don't tell my blue-shadow for it would cry
thinking it had failed not knowing the why
Pretending each path, journey into dreams
fleeing fish swimming in clearest of streams

As sun shines, see glory's majestic hues
find over again, those welcoming clues
Sing out loud, Mother Nature please, please bring
soft, joyous views to destroy heartache's sting

Sit in palaces of fallen red oak leaves
Heal this, my aching soul, as it slow grieves.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 104

Note- Came out in a mad rush. This gift , found today, a sweet and bright day.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hold This Saving Knowledge Close To Thy Breast

Thy solace lies in finding love's treasures
Gifts far greater than pleasures in greed's lust
If found such gleaming pearls do not measure
For such eager desires show lack of trust
Hold thy heart, in white clouds fast streaming by
With wisdom gained, thy path may thus unfold
In vapor trails gracing dawn's newborn sky
Into paradise where Love is not sold

Walk thee, in sacred halls where Love 's truth sought
With thy renewed soul and glad, lightened heart
Be thee given, if only faith was brought
Paradise there, tis not on any chart

Hold this saving knowledge close to thy breast
Embrace faith and love, God will do the rest

Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Very Angry Muse Dares To Speak

So you compose and think to fill my shoes
Your feeble dream, you think yourself my muse
Sad, as a writer you seek without clues
Tis, I your muse paying the heavy dues!

When you beautiful wife gives you great praise
You embrace it in a false, shallow craze
Without my help you'd be lost in a maze
Abandon now, this your false glory phase.

These words your poetic hand now scribes
Clearly sent forth by way of my great vibes
I hold only membership in Muse tribe
As Caissa rejects your pitiful bribes!

I, your ruling muse, now tell you to cease.
Holding glory for words from my release!

The scribe, and co-writer , R.J. Lindley
Sonnet
April 17th, 1974

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls

Shall I race into paradise, my dreams
Breeze into another world of thy love
O' that it was as easy as it seems
When prayers are answered from heaven above

There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name
Await radiance of thy arrival
I fear, my darling, would not be the same
For truth in our love is its survival

Thus I will find another way to thee
Tho' it may cost me my life and my all
In that serenity rests Love's true tree
Awaiting but the echoes of our call

Shall I race into paradise, my dreams
O' that it was as easy as it seems


March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest

Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

Note- Written this day for a new contest..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls

Shall I race into paradise, my dreams
Breeze into another world of thy love
O' that it was as easy as it seems
When prayers are answered from heaven above

There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name
Await radiance of thy arrival
I fear, my darling, would not be the same
For truth in our love is its survival

Thus I will find another way to thee
Tho' it may cost me my life and my all
In that serenity rests Love's true tree
Awaiting but the echoes of our call

Shall I race into paradise, my dreams
O' that it was as easy as it seems


March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest

Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

Note- Written this day for a new contest..-Tyr

After reading again the contest requirements, I had to drastically edit the original poem.
This is only the 4th time in a bit over four years that I have done so- as usually , I just post my poem -ignoring the contest.
However, I am good friends with the sponsor , having collaborated with her a couple times- thus want to enter her contest--since is required--no author's name be on the poem that is entered !

Here is the poem now entered. And trust me on this , the contest requirements met caused it to be less in quality over that of the original poem first presented, IMHO.--Tyr
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Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls

Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls
(Boracay, Famous Resort, Philippines)

Shall we race to paradise with our dreams
Breeze into another world with our love
O' that it was easier than it seems
If prayers are answered from heaven above
There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name
Embracing Hope's gift on our arrival
Yet my fear, darling, would not be the same
For truth is in our love, its survival
I will find another way for we three
We together, all that matters at all
In serenity, find we Love's true tree
Awaiting but clear echoes of our call

Life in Boracay paradise, as in our plans
There on its white beaches, working on our tans

March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest
Boracay Resort, Philippines

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost,
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost
human frailties blind truth's revelations.

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

3-14- 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley

Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén.
Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For They Had Deep Faith And True Loving Hearts

Snow was seven feet deep, it was still falling
Life was brutal and crying for frozen feet
Grandfather heard echoes miles away calling
He starving alone, nothing at all to eat

Settler's cabin ahead was his saving grace
For he knew in faith, they had good Christian souls
With faith filled love for those of his redskin race
True mercy, helping others their cherished goals

With no memory of how he had made it
His failing legs got him to that cabin door
Through snowdrifts, not knowing how he had made it
A miracle, he had prayed for nothing more

Suddenly, safe inside, cheerfully greeted
With warm food and their sincere prayers repeated

Robert J. Lindley, 3-17-2017

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Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 111


Note: True story, as we were told by our Indian grandfather and our mother.

A brief narrative written in short, sonnet form, telling of how my Indian grandfather, Julius Parks, was once saved from freezing to death in a brutally cold and massive winter storm, by a Christian family living deep in the woods..
He would finish the story by telling us, kids those people are in HEAVEN RIGHT NOW.
FOR THEY HAD DEEP FAITH AND TRUE LOVING HEARTS!!!!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.

Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.

Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.

May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.

Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.



Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to ..
Any time my friend...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Transition From Deep Dark To Brightest Light
(Chained Sonnet--100 words)

Within dreams sent into this world of shades
shades full of heartaches and long slashing blades
blades severing sleeping rest on soft nights
nights of diminished hope and sharpest pains.
Pains of death at this sad door now knocking
knocking that promise evil in the flesh
flesh burnt hot, flayed back exposing raw nerves
nerves once made of black iron and hard steel.
Steel born of ancient warrior's deepest pride
pride in truth, honoring family name
name reminding one of future promise
promise of blessings and rewarded fame.
Fame's generosity and greater love
Love pure, in serving only God above

Robert J. Lindley
3-21-2017
Chained sonnet-- and in 100 words

Note- This is my first chained sonnet, theme is the transitioning from Dark to Light.

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

Note- This sonnet was inspired by my reading this morn a truly magnificent chained sonnet written by my great friend Teppo Gren.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea


Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, sing softly to me.
Under starlit heavens, big yellow moon
Our fleeting lives vanish far, far too soon!

Where waiting sands absorb bold, mighty waves
further out lay, lost ships and lone sea graves.
Yet sadness can not diminish this view
Or hide the spot where I proposed to you!

I see again, star glow in your bright eyes
and hear that quick yes and your happy cries.
My darling, in this, our sweet tale lays bound
unbreakable vows, true love we both found!

Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, remind me of thee!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Beauty Greater Than A Peacock's Preen

Of all the great new dawns, Spring gifts the best
With sunbeams racing to glisten new green.
In all of Nature, she survives each test
With beauty greater than a peacock's preen.
Thy teeming wildlife, most welcomed minions
O' friend, thy gifts sing in so many ways.
With sweet Hope and Truth thy bold companions
From day's promise to final ending rays.
When new grass sings its highest gracing songs
Thy miracle, telling this world to bow.
Thy birth, taught all that all truly belongs
To the whole, future promise and the now.

Of all the great new dawns, Spring takes the cake.
Why not celebrate each, for goodness sake?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Note--
Once, many centuries ago, it now seems.
Life begged to be nurtured and loved.
Now what treasure looking back at clear streams.
With thoughts of fantasy flying in blue skies above.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Sky Begs To Touch Paradise Grounds

Sun beams down, flower blossoms open wide
Nature's artistry in its glory and pride
Where fair pools trickle forth into clear streams
Nature sings in rhythm with sun warming beams
Flows beauty, sparkled splash of rainbow trout
Listen with inner ear, hear each joyous shout
Spy above, jumping life in green-clad trees
Walk meadows wide-spread colors, with busy bees
With epic delight wade into cool brooks
To feel wade, can not be felt by reading books
Nothing measures up to Nature's splendor
Be grateful, with praise be an open sender
Where sky begs to touch paradise grounds
Nature joins the two and happily surrounds

Robert J. Lindley, 3-31-2017
Sonnet, LIN 10/11

Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11
Total # Syllables: 147
Total # Words: 104

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I started this sonnet last month, finally stopped being lazy and finished it today..
Rare for me to leave sonnets unfinished and I can not remember why I left this one about half complete..
Now that it is finished, I can only hope it may bring something positive/inspirational to its readers..-Tyr


The Old Man, In Sight Of White Foaming Sea

Of its beauty the old man was quite fond
breadth and depth of that massive ancient pond
Great sea rolling with its foaming white turf
behemoths on which daring young men surf

Old man sitting on favorite low hill
gazed down at sandy beach feeling that thrill
To be young with ice waters in his veins
rather than so lost in his daily pains

Brief moment, his heart saw young love again
with carefree life, no worries about sin
O' what gambles his heart would again take
but never her true love, would he forsake

As red-sun set, one final look taken
at first love, for his wife, now forsaken

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Death Taps Gently, Reminding Us Of Our Mortality

Forty years have flown by; as a brief sigh
busy years, full of hustle bustle and joy.
Yes, friends old age says end is near and nigh
I look back to my happy times as a young boy.

The magic of golden silence in wooded glens
soft whispers of clumps of swaying pines.
Blessed days spent with beloved family and friends
delicious meals, celebrated with the best wines.

Living in this land that gift wondrous scenes
watching night skies speak to heart and soul.
O'the wonders of love's mysteries explored in my teens
always lusting for that most elusive goal.

Again, great mystery begs its final call.
It is now late winter, far flung from last Fall.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2017
Sonnet, on life, memory and death

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Darkness Came, We Ignored Its Powers



When red-dust turns into solid hard stone
my words and I shall be content alone.
Grieve thee not for my long sad solitude
once I danced with happy multitude.

Then my muse embraced me with dear sweet love
now I want touch of her velvet glove.
Now I find darkness, her in binding chains
drought consumes me, decades no needed rains.

When darkness came, we ignored its powers
now dying of thirst we pray for showers.
Alas! No longer does my dear muse cry
at the black and O' so foreboding sky.

Will my poetic words dare stand alone?
When this mortal flesh is long dead and gone?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2017

For a new contest, written to meet the theme and specific requirements made by the contest sponsor.
Only because she is a good friend and a very talented poet do I SO LIMIT MY freedom of choice in writing.


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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words:108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Was New Dawn, He Woke Amidst Newborn Rays

Was new dawn, he woke amidst newborn rays
an old timer and deep woods were his home.
Air chilly, he kneels and quietly prays,
For Nature's gift and no more need to roam.

Rising he sees new sun, feels its new shine
drinks, sweet cool water from clear flowing stream.
In joy, he wonders why life is so fine
as to bless his soul with this treasured dream.

To walk and talk in Nature's paradise
his furry friends scampering all about.
Song birds flew to eat his first, wild grown rice
each new color and sound a joyful shout.

Night came, slowly taking its welcomed place,
at peace he slept with broad smile on his face.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2017
Form-Sonnet

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 116
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Ok, had to try to saddle up to write..
Easiest for me would be the sonnet form(my favorite) on my favorite subject the deep woods, Nature and mankind's relationship with its beauty and divinely given gifts..
My muse still fled, was nowhere to be found. I trudged into this alone.
Once done, I saw that my own words (as oft happens) needed not her advice or censor!- ;)-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Land of the Blind, Children Are Taught Hate

In Land of the Blind, song-birds are muted,
trees are small, thorny and never fruited.
Hate and indifference race hand in hand,
in deep chasms in Eternal night land.

In Land of the Blind, clashing clouds ooze pain
everything smells of evil's wretched stain.
Wells are filled with filthy creatures and slime
goodness is sweet victory in hate crimes.

In Land of the Blind, children are taught Hate
vengeance the law, decreed by wicked Fate.
Ground is broken glass to cut out all love
no saving grace allowed from God Above.

In Land of the Blind, all are sad, lost souls,
envy and rabid hate are daily goals.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2017
Form- Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note- Land of the Blind, term is based upon hatred being blind, in no way connected to those truly blind due to lack of eyesight. Tis a sad and dark mental condition not a physical one...
As a child, my dog was deliberately ran over by a guy that was consumed with such epic and fierce hatred of dogs(later he did this all his life--kill dogs)....
Recently I found out that he died about 15 year ago--lonely without a friend in this world and racked with pain due to a lengthy malignant illness.
KARMA??
SOME WALK THIS EARTH ON A DARK AND WICKED PATH UNTIL THE LONG-SHADOW MEETS THEM, SAD BUT TRUE..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now As Midnight Strikes Its Late Sounding Note

Yet again, this aching lost soul cries out
down in dark valleys of vengeful despair.
No longer does spirit roar and joy shout
since Fate decided we are not a pair.

Oceans no longer send forth gentle waves
or dare provide their epic scenic views.
My love, we are lost in sad living graves
deprived of our romantic right to choose.

Now as midnight strikes its late sounding note
my heart feels lonely by its slashing knives.
Passionately kiss last letter you wrote
and pray for love's renewal in our lives.

Far off, upon paradise's sweetest shore
I see us, happily walking once more.

R.J. Lindley,
June 11th , 1999

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 104

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drink Thee, Cool Water From Hope's Bright, Clear Streams

Hope soars so far above earth's highest peak
miracles given the strong and the weak.
Rest thy weary soul in Hope's dear reprieves
not in man's vanity that so deceives.

In Love and Mercy's realms, Hope's truth resides
maintain thee faith to make colossal strides.
Obey thy heart, hold true to thy sweet dreams
drink thee, cool water from Hope's bright, clear streams.

Look forward in that O' so brilliant Light
walk thee not in blindness of despair's night.
In heart's deep desire, rests Hope's great treasure
by deep faith, receive thy fullest measure.

With candle lit, fear not night and dark pain.
On that true path, Hope will always remain.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2017
Sonnet
(Number 4 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series)


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts

Our secret pond laughing and wading there
our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine.
That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare
thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine.

Summer came, we forgot about that fright
for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss.
Dancing our days, romancing through each night
darling, that and so much more I so miss.

With no saving miracle, our joy lost
we in our great love soared too long, too high.
We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost
now our hearts find only sad, empty sky.

Such memories although old and faded
reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded.

Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
(Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series)


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure...
For omission brings such tragic costs.
Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path.
For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth....

This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight.
I deliberately did not use the word hope in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS.
The six sonnet on Hope is the one I am now living with my wonderful family.
As it is Hope realized and held ever so firm..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heaven Was Now Empty, Nothing Above


An old cobbler, with nails, soles and new shoes
Who could have guessed his deep, malignant blues?
Sign on his shop, "welcome all, come on in"
Happy to serve you and be your new friend.
With his old weathered hands and long grey hair
Voice spoke gentle but one felt sad pain there
Fire took his family, his true love
Heaven was now empty, nothing above.
Days he hammered in nails, new "soles" put on
What could he do, when his was sadly gone?
Heavy heart, he put up his clever veil
Hiding from all, his miserable hell
Why had Fate taken wife and child away
Over each new pair, cobbler cries and prays.

R.J. Lindley
Feb.24th, 1987


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note- Written about an old man my father knew well , an old cobbler that had lost his young wife and daughter in a house fire(many decades before) while he was in the hospital due to a car accident....
I still remember those sad, sad eyes. And even as a child of eight I could hear the sadness in his voice and see the veil he put up!
I was fourteen years old when my father told me about why the old cobbler was so sad and had been that way for over 43 years....
FOURTEEN YEARS OLD, MY DAD DIED THE NEXT YEAR AND I FOUND OUT WHY THE OLD COBBLER LIVED IN THE SADDEST WORLD KNOWN TO MAN..
Now I know, my father was preparing me for his own death and saying to me, that one can survive despite even the deepest sadness known to man. One must go on living.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sorry. I have been sick these last few days and not writing or caring about anything at all. Seems recovering from my mother's death will take a long time...
As I find myself thrown back into bouts of saddest depressions.
I wrote this poem today after a mail from one of my dearest poet finds and considering the words he said.
His, "Get thee back up and write! Get back in the saddle and leave some dust as you fly."
Show this sad world the light and let them see poetry, truth given and the why...
I drank a large cup of coffee with three good shots of whiskey in it and sat down to write this piece. Hope you may enjoy..-Tyr



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Be Not Tempted By Gold's Glittering Brights

Where couldst man find rest when heart has deceived
loved ones he wouldst happily give his all,
whilst on dark paths, false laurels thus received
profits only fools under fallen walls!

Shadows presenting wicked and false lights
can oft penetrate even truest of hearts,
find only false moons on blackest of nights
sailing on festered seas with lying charts!

Hold firm sweet truth, know its blessings are fair
life is far more than wealth gotten with schemes,
its love and family with friends to share
treasures and bounty from realized dreams!

Be not tempted by gold's glittering brights.
Embracing such greed brings saddest of plights.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-20-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 105

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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This Day, Greatest Losses, Blood Soaked Sands


Day to remember, honor for its gain
loss reminds us never, never again.
Neptune shook the sea, watched cannons fire
sandy beach blown apart, war's raging ire.
Courage, grit, sand, water, death and red-blood
ahead lay bloody roads and blood soaked mud.
D- Day, sacrifices where took heavy tolls
soldiers knew and thought that is how it rolls.
Beach, water and death with dark blood soaked sand
courage embraced to take back all that land.
On and on they came, rushing, dying waves
war had its feast, that feast it always craves.
Great loss, but victory is rarely free
they died to save all, all and you and me!


Robert J. Lindley, June 6th,2017
Sonnet, dedicated to heroes that fought and that died on D-Day.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Weary Of Mind, Sad Fancies Loom Quite Large

Weary of mind, sad fancies loom quite large
Against innocence, many a false charge.
That not controlled often falls to wicked blades
With darkness dancing in false lit charades.

Those hearts so bruised, find no saving relief
Anguish in black-caverns of deepest grief.
Where daunting night skies rain down epic pain
Fates darkest powers nothing can restrain.

Fate and its dark destinies have such powers
Man finds such sorrow in its midnight hours.
Yet one must live, to live on and be free
Fate's weapons, far greater than you and me.

Yet even Fate yields to One great power
That gives rain and blessings both in showers.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2017
Sonnet


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Granted Power, Black Hearts Lie And Steal For Gain

He in darkness walked unholy miles,
with false steps clinging to his golden shoes.
Not without his great wit and clever wiles
plied he evil schemes as his wealth accrues.

The people's man, so his admirers said,
politician that felt their epic pains.
If they knew, sins in his black-heart and head
they would see clearly, evil that so stains.

Given power, he stole from weak and poor
corruption came to him as mother's milk.
With greed and lust he pined for so much more
as is the way of devils and such ilk.

Corruption and politics were his game.
Blind followers gave him both wealth and fame.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note- Sound condemnation of those greedy, corrupt souls that in so-called serving we the people, actually only serve themselves.
Guilt lies with such scheming devils regardless of Party and self-made glowing yet false images...-Tyr

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Dark Oblivion Once Entered Makes No Sound

His soul walked streets of oblivion,
banshee wailing for merciful reprieve.
On broken altars, deep cracked pavilions,
pain laden, refused to properly grieve.

Years long past his bright stars had all fallen,
his love had somehow just melted away.
Some long nights he heard her lost love calling
and only then would he, for his death pray!

Down graveyard street was his home awaiting
lone, fallen tombstone his most cherished guest.
Midnight talks, he and they start debating
which night he should force his eternal rest!

Now silent tombstone rests on fresh turned ground.
Oblivion once entered makes no sound.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017
Sonnet- ( Love lost and death welcomed)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

Hit my one hundred word goal without editing and managed to write this, my fourth poem today.. Not celebrating just yet but taking note..
This has been a truly great new day for me... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As We Slumbered, Cat Laying On Our Feet

As we slumbered, cat laying on our feet
in sweet dreams my angel, again we meet
We walked meadows heavenly and fair
you with dancing breeze blowing your dark hair.
Down into scenic valley far below
we flew, racing toward new fallen snow
You laughing loud at my lagging behind
knowing, depth of our true love we will find.
Walking bright forest in soft, snowy white
our future set, our lives so very bright,
We kiss one last time before we both wake
vowing our true love, never to forsake.
With lips last touch we bid sweet adieu
wake to sail this world, together we two.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2017
Sonnet (Memories and Dreams held Dear)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beg Again Morn's Softest Release

Crashing words, haunt my woeful head
raining down, in splattering display.
I beg for, morn's sweet silence instead
but find tattered echoes this day.

Flooding thoughts, soak my heart and soul
purple colors racing in my veins.
I fear worse, emptiness its great toll
dead silence and its deeper pains.

Beg, again morn's softest release
whispers delivered in rhythmic hues.
I rise, cooking our fresh eggs in grease
ponder deeply my other dues.

Morn's favor, dawn's first new light each day
Rise with me, our love is here to stay.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017
Sonnet, (LIN 8,9,9,8)
(Crashing words, flooding thoughts, beg morn's favor)

Syllables Per Line: 8 9 9 8 0 8 9 9 8 0 8 9 9 8 0 9 9
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 90


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Found, Persistence Is The Only Key

He beat on the massive stone wall in vain
scratched until his fingers on both hands bled
Let grief and it all out, did not restrain
in deepest sorrows even tears were shed.

Their dark prison held his soul firmly chained
they that smiled with clever betraying acts
Yet, in his kind heart honor he maintained
fighting great darkness with well proven facts.

Yet stone holds strong in its greatest powers
with blackest magic from deep melted earth
Above lords laugh in ivory towers
gods of vanity and wine drunken mirth.

Arrogance, greed and sick lusts birth blight
Stone will crack, be it some day or some night.

Robert Lindley, 6-18-2017
Sonnet, ( Never stop fighting those that oppress)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Could Her Gaze Find You, Lost In That Abyss

If all life trudged forth, uphill and alone,
every leaf fell, hit you hard as a stone.
Could joy and love ever heal such sad pain
when all was lost and nothing was to gain?

If hours were months of solitude and aches
life delighted in misery it makes.
Could happiness and love ever be found
music ever be but sorrowful sound?

If every nightmare brought more and stabbed deep
eyes shut, even then you tried not to sleep.
Could her gaze find you, lost in that abyss
or that great promise live, of her first kiss?

If you had no hope and all was dark night
would against dark Fate you rise up and fight?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 116

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I WROTE THIS FOR A CONTEST, WILL WAIT A FEW DAYS TO SEE IF IT NEEDS EDITING MORE AND PERHAPS EVEN ENTER IT..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stand In Life Or Dream Upon Mountain Crest


Happiness in tune, could one ask for more,
Than heart bursting with peace, joyous spirit
And sweet love resting true, on golden shore
Echoes of morn's song, grateful to hear it.

Spring itself, can embrace your needed rest
With new and glowing life, color to feel.
Stand in life or dream upon mountain crest
Nature offers beauty, truth surreal.

Soul is content, love remains truly strong
Each day, music fills the welcoming air.
Enjoy, no need to try to sing along
For blessings have come with life truly fair.

Life and love streams flow around many bends.
Love truly deep, for one day its path ends.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-01-2017
Sonnet-( Life, Love, Happiness )

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 106

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Should Your Misery Find Paradise Steps Broken


Should your misery find paradise steps broken
blank skies, courageous words no longer spoken.
Take greater heed to your own sad and long silence
what part it plays in our world's current violence.

Speak true, voice out loud and ink down with glowing pen
leave not your part to lost and indifferent men.
Walk new path, be not afraid to turn over stones
find Art, Life, History- perhaps get off your phones.

This day, with braver heart change from your current course
enter the fray, ride a faster and better horse.
Summon anew those dreams and future hopes long past
pave your road with solid stones to forever last.

When this dark, evil world depends on your silence.
Step forth, speak out, to end the widespread violence.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2017
(Sonnet in Twelve)
(Poetry for Peace)
Note- Change begins in the human heart before it can spread to
defeat darkness and apathy..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Even The Lion King Meets His Fate

Soon as he mastered lion's mighty roar
Boldly through this dark, evil world he tread
Never enough, forever seeking more
Never loved, always greatly feared instead.
Proud he stood but alone his heart did feel
It seemed black ravens were his only friends
His vanquished victims they would slowly peel
his friends yet they too would only pretend.
Decades flew by his greatest powers waned
He saw too, how he had seen others end
Now slow, crippled body, everything pained
Soon he knew true, Fate was never his friend.
Too old to flee, too weak to again roar
Laid there as buzzards through his body tore.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2017
Sonnet,(Nature and its Savagery)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total# Words: 106

Note-- Written with contest in mind and I may even enter this one.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet There Be Great Peace And Quiet There

Yet there be great peace and quiet there
just beyond meadows fair
World revolts, I long not to care
my solitude I do not share
As ill winds besiege a fallen spirit
Sweet calm, I feel near it
Afternoon doves speaking I hear it
there - tis nothing- do I fear it
My oasis, my hidden abode
relaxing, drop my heavy load
Sorrow upon this weary road
selfish me, or so I am told

Yet there be great peace and quiet there
Yet there be great peace and quiet there

Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017
Sonnet (Nature, a hidden sanctuary found)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Welcoming Stars Parade In Soft Blue Eyes


Welcoming stars parade in soft blue eyes
festive beacons of heart's grace and desires
In principle, this world's dark she denies
destroying evil by her love's fires.

Her light sheen radiates galactic hues
immense in their depth of sweet paradise
Yet Time and Fate will demand their great dues
where death will always be the sacrifice.

How this old soul dreads such a tragic day
pray its own demise before her time ends
She and our love anything I would pay
for within deepest love, we are fast friends.

I wait, Fate's decree, its deciding choice
With sincere words, write to give lasting voice.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-22--2016

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Calm The Moment

Dewdrops rest on ripened vines
Summer sky calm scene
Felled violets grace the ground

R.J. Lindley
4-12-2014
Haiku (Nature's Beauty)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sunset, Winds Blew Across Ghastly Scene
(Sad Sonnet In Nine)

He walked rocky path to cliff's edge
muttering, I did no break my pledge.
From high ledge, seeing her face below
he jumped proving his love not a show.

In tears, she ran to his crumbled heap
had he just been walking in his sleep?
Her heart, spirit and mind now rebelled
from her lack of trust, their romance failed.

She walked rocky path to cliff's edge
muttering, I did no break my pledge.
From high ledge, seeing his face below
she jumped proving her love not a show.

Sunset, winds blew across ghastly scene.
Nature covered all with its bright green.

R.J. Lindley,
Feb, 14th 1971
(SAD SONNET IN NINE)

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Total # Syllables: 126
Total # Words: 102

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love Is Deep Virgin Soil Filled With New Grains

Decades flown, forced romance in dreams to wane
Was such outgrown, with no need to complain?
Has spirit's frailty led to heart's defeat
Gnawing barest of bones with no sweet meat?

Alas! Signals failure in heart and mind
Ears gone deaf and eyes obviously blind!
Has life and joy been foolishly replaced
With hope and true love forever erased?

Heaven forbid! Such dire dark knavery
loss embraced denial of bravery!
Redeem thyself with spirit born anew
remembering sweetest love shared by two!

Love is deep virgin soil filled with new grains.
With thy dream waters, love's seeds with new rains.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2017
Sonnet, (Love in dreams renewed)


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

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Written for new contest, may even enter it this week.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Carry Steel In Your Heart Of Hearts

When good and Light shines too bright
darkness forms to punish in a fight.
Trees are toppled and sweet earth torn
rage destroys from dark envy born.

Hold castle safe and stand defiant
yield not, on courage be reliant.
When storm roars from angry skies
walk as straight, as the crow flies.

Let your weapon be truth held tight,
deeds be based upon what is right
Carry steel in your heart of hearts
seek love of wisdom, all it imparts.

Love that darkness seeks to burn away
let Heart and Soul embrace to stay.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2017
Sonnet (Courage is its on Weapon)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once In A Heated Moment I Recall


Once in a heated moment I recall
Crying out in red-hot anger,
" Damn you, I hate you with my all
And shall now consider you a stranger."

O' how I recall her words in return
She screaming back with true regret,
" Damn you, now both bridges you burn
I am a gal that will not forget."

Many decades have flown forth and away
time healed and hurt was diminished.
O' how I regret that dark day,
my words, how sadly our romance finished.

Once, just once in a dark, horrific dream.
Love died, sincerest prayers can not redeem.

R. J. Lindley
May 19th, 1987
Subject (Proof that stupidity in youth oft has dire consequences)
Sonnet- (100 words)( 10,8,8,10)


Syllables Per Line: 10 8 8 10 0 10 8 8 10 0 10 8 8 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

SIZE=5]Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose[/SIZE]

He the gardener she the rose
She was only flower he chose
Days he gave her his very best
Under moonlight glow they both rest.

With great care he keeps her from harm
Always enamored by her charm
Whenever she mentions her thirst
Sate her needs he is always first.

At dawn's first calling she wakes up
Her petals with his hands he cups
With true love, admiring her grace
This dark world together they face.

His life for her beauty so fair.
Together, love's beauty they share.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017

Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet, 8 syllable lines
.. a. a. b. b. . . c. c. d. d. . . e. e. f. f. . . g.


Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 88

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Are We Such Willing Slaves To The Clock

Back when slow pace was considered prudent
humans lived off nature and fertile land
If history is read a good student,
will find that modern life is not that grand

Yet we now are ruled by slaves to the clock
not just work but in all our daily life
Here to tell you, we oft make our hard knocks
with self-made rushing pressures causing strife.

Slow down to enjoy life and its treasures
relax and enjoy blessings when given
Adopt a better yardstick that measures
true wealth by pure joys in simply liven'

We may think life is better time-racing
such an error, we should not be facing.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-1997
Sonnet , Subject - (We willingly make ourselves into slaves to the clock)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Are We Such Willing Slaves To The Clock

Back when slow pace was considered prudent
humans lived off nature and fertile land
If history is read a good student,
will find that modern life is not that grand

Yet we now are ruled by slaves to the clock
not just work but in all our daily life
Here to tell you, we oft make our hard knocks
with self-made rushing pressures causing strife.

Slow down to enjoy life and its treasures
relax and enjoy blessings when given
Adopt a better yardstick that measures
true wealth by pure joys in simply liven'

We may think life is better time-racing
such an error, we should not be facing.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-1997
Sonnet , Subject - (We willingly make ourselves into slaves to the clock)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

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Had I Never Climbed That First Tall Oak Tree


Had I not dared break free or it break me
would an unhappy soul have never sang
or songbird's nest grace willing willow tree
or prairie not fed herds of wild mustangs.

Had I known, life too oft, becomes a joke
that Christmas snowmen far, far too soon melt
if farmer's fresh virgin ground never broke
and dawn's awakening in tired bones felt.

Can one ever know, why nights are oft feared
morn's clear calls are refused, even dreaded
as if dawn's open arms have disappeared
and its embrace is somehow wrongheaded.

Had I never climbed that first tall oak tree
Who or what on this earth would I now be?

Robert J. Lindley , 8-19-2017
Sonnet,( Why our children must dare to first do)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Broken Frame

Saddest blues flow through winter's broken frame
Even when its cold winds no longer chill.
Sure, white snow at Christmas garners great fame
Yet we forget blizzards oft creatures kill.
Horrible sights such sad, hard frozen scenes
Realizing death travels in its breath.
Bitter truth, I found in my early teens
When my puppy escaped and froze to death.
Yes, I was far too young to understand
Winter is Nature, as death to living.
When I see, ice frozen across the land
My heart yearns for Springs new, greener givings.

That moment, those sad blues are tossed away
Anticipating Spring's first warm green day.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 104

Note - Each year without fail, the last few days of August , ever since my early childhood I start thinking about Winter's bitter wrath and its destruction on the weak creatures. I can only guess, my puppy somehow getting outside that bitter cold night and freezing to death, had a lasting and deeply profound effect on me.
For even now, with my understanding of Nature's finely tuned purpose (ITS FRAME NOT BROKEN), in disposing of the weak to keep the strong alive I still start to get those blues well before the bitter cold arrives.
THAT THINKING HIT ME EARLY THIS MORN AS I WALKED OUT INTO MY FRONT YARD TO A CHILLY MORN, IN AUGUST, HERE IN THE SOUTH.
Thus I came back in to jot down these verses and remind myself-- tho' man may despair, Nature follows its purpose with greatest of care!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Joys Of Home And Mom's Tasty Apple Pies

Consider Life, between earth and high clouds
Throngs of dancing shadows moving in Time
White headstones and sad widows in black shrouds
Poets painting wondrous scenes with words and rhyme.

Frost, dying flower's aromatic wilt
Fallen timber and wolf's well hidden den
Man's somber plight, of sin, death and great guilt
Life's sweetest dreams and loves of mortal men.

Nature's harmony in destruction's wake
Epic poems, songs that traverse Time's realm
Golden memories, we never forsake
Tears of happiness that so overwhelm.

Life, betwixt earth and heavenly skies,
Joys of home and mom's tasty apple pies!

R.J. Lindley,
June 17th , 1971

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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R.J. Lindley,
June 17th , 1973

Old Note-(1973) This day, cause to celebrate..
New job, new wife and future looks bright..

Today's Note (2017)- This day cause to celebrate..
New life, still alive and future looks bright.


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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 96

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes, You Hated Me For My Honest Views

How well I know that deep hate in your smirk
Contempt for the poor ones, that have to work.
Haughty and arrogant in your great wealth
Convinced treasure will buy you better health.

I have seen swagger in your daily walk
Condemnation of how Southerners talk.
Convinced entire world revolves around you
Feeding your fantasy with all you do.

Not long ago, we were very good friends
Until I saw, it is you that pretends.
Now I walk with my friends, humble and true
When they ask about your life, I ask who?

Yes, you hated me for my honest views.
And I you, for your hundred pair of shoes.

Robert J. Lindley,9-07-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110


Written for contest.
May edit later, if new thoughts come flying in about her and my youthful folly of having ever loved her....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Question Of Time And Vagaries Of Love

Velvet waves, in oceans infinite time,
have in earthen plane, lingered far too long.
Glowing embers, newborn love found sublime
wedded to a new voice in a new song.

Far above each brilliant rainbow's soft glow
Hope's true flag, hides in distant dreams unfurled.
Are fated vagaries of Cupid's bow,
dearest treasures of this sad, corrupted world?

Does mortal thought bar eternity's hand
man in epic disgrace, run gauntlets blind?
If we ever learn to fight world's command
will we leave human weaknesses behind?

What of time, its many imagined ghosts?
Did they ever set any true goalposts?

R.J. Lindley,
January 4th, 1971
Sonnet,( Road ahead dark, just how life begins)


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 98

Old Note, January 4th, 1972-
I have written this poem, my thoughts, after my good friend has died
in a car accident.
He was set to get married in June.. Life gives us no guarantees.
I do not expect to ever make 30....


New Note, 9-09-2017- Well, I was wrong on the death by thirty bit..
Has been 45 years, 8 months and five days since I composed that poem.
Beneath it was a rewrite of the first 8 verses. That had been crossed out.
They werent bad either... Yet, I decided to post the original..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Muse Commanded, Write Dark Poem Today
( In Tribute To Poe's Genius )

What purpose does that huge black bird pursue
with its unholy and incessant calls
Could it be, sent to punish and abuse
as oft are mirrors on adoration walls?

How does it find bedroom window late night
with more maddening, sleep depriving shrieks
Does so with such dark,devilish delight
with its screeching torments for many weeks!

Was it because, Poe's darkness I so love
or depths of my own dark caverns explored?
Can such be countered by blue skies above
or truth written in my own treasure hoard?

Can Poe's raven spirit truly be to blame?
Or could it be, I so crave for his dark fame?

Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2017
Sonnet, ( Can Poe's Dark Raven Still Haunt)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Poet's Thoughts On Love And Death

Love unknown or love lost, which is the worst,
each has power to make yearning heart burst?
Life first seeks love, from its very first breath
may beg for it or curse it on its death!

Even deepest love can not stop soul's end
tho' imagination oft says pretend.
Its power is for life and those living
lovers true of heart, prone to forgiving.

Some say, love reaches back from other realms
to heal broken hearts that death overwhelms.
While critics declare such can not be true
death's finality love can not undue!

Poets may debate such sad, unfair judgments
with words coming from biased testaments.


Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017
Sonnet,( Can Love Conquer Even Death)

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 106

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet Ever Onward, Onward Keep Treading We Must

Any moment we may lose a love one so dear
so exists that long black hand of foreboding fear.
Yet not until it comes into our lives and rips
away that treasure, do we see its icy grips!
Invisible claws slash to send into decay
forever gone tho' in agony we oft pray.
And as long silence answers from far far above
we face saddest truth, we lost that which we so love!

No more hearing, that cheerful good morning salute
as if life never existed and sounds are mute.
And within this darkness pain too oft reigns supreme
as we fight fleeing shadows of our once great dreams.

Yet ever onward, onward keep treading we must,
standing still in life, oft brings early death and dust.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-20-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12
Subject (Death And Fate)


Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 13 11 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 127

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Regrets Stacked Like Red, Red-Stained Floor Tiles

With biweekly cannibalism of heart's desires
cannon fire of emotions that sear and sting;
in this canister of love that never tires
ceaseless unending fires it forever brings!

Bluebird dreams, thy hand soothes my pain
night's passions that thy soft touch bestows;
thy dear memory, sweetest hope doth remain
like rolling reruns of greatest romance shows!

Before thy arrival I had known only deep lusts
steeped with callousness heart now reviles;
darkness blown in with malevolent wind gusts
regrets stacked like red, red-stained floor tiles!

That you left, mystery and loss in thy wake
And in thy haste, our time and love did forsake!

R.J. Lindley,
July 22nd, 1977

Note- Enjoy thy paradise if it was ever found,
thy dreams that caused our sad demise.
Yet our lives and loves are forever bound
in sweetest memories this sad heart can devise.

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

New version presented below, edited today to meet contest requirements...
I prefer the original, but decided t change this one to enter that contest. ----Tyr



Stacking Regrets Like Dark, Red-stained Floor Tiles

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

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

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

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

October 16th, 2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tragic Retreat Of Broken Hearts

Comfort, to rest beneath the bark
safe and snug in hidden cocoon.
Yet no flying as a skylark
Or sight of majestic new moon!

Safe to remain in such - detached
lone shadow in silent retreat.
Scared bird egg that was never hatched
blank page on life's fast flowing sheet!

What profits if you dare not live
instead safe and alone remain?
No joy, should one dare not to give
nothing given, nothing to gain!

Live! Leave comfort of thick barked tree
Meet bright sunshine, learn to be free!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2017
(Sonnet in Eights)(Retreat of a wrecked and broken Heart)

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 88

Note- Read an old poem this morn. A past experience in my youth.
Sat down to write about the withdrawal so many choose when love lost crashes their blissful world.
And how in time, most wake to realize that love and romance are not happy fairy tales each and every time...
For some it is a harsh learning process. What is commonly called-- Life.
Life lesson learned is oft-
TIS BEST TO STEP BACK INTO THE SUNSHINE AND JUST GET ON WITH IT!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Having been a bit lazy about writing lately and my posting old poems- I decided to sit down and write a sonnet.
My muse having fled a few days ago, I had to wing it by myself. I hope you may enjoy this piece and not fault me too much
for my having chased my muse away.. She is by no means an angel and deserves my wrath from time to time....
Well, at least that is my story and I am sticking to it...--;)--Tyr



If Only I Could Soon Be Slain Again

If only I could soon be slain again,
As first true love and she slew me.
With pure joy, from ear to ear I would grin,
We would settle down by the sea!

If only, life would not change my bold plans
And steal dearest fruit from my tree.
On white-sand beaches we would get our tans
Breathing fresh sea air, being free!

Should we ever have that love-chance again,
Under new suns with cheerful glows.
I would cherish her gold, a blessed man,
In love's firm grasp, see that it grows!

For that chance, what dragon must I now slay?
Answer please, I fear any more delay!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2017
Sonnet, in 10-8 syllable verses...
128 syllables , 108 words... mark hit...

Syllables Per Line: 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost

Within earth's vast herds mysteries abound
as man walks in shadows that prance and play.
Life is an ocean that swirls and confounds
such odd, vain and weak creatures made of clay!
What of miracles for fear we do not tell,
for shame that such will never be believed.
Nights when one just knows he has been in Hell
and was only, by dawn's brights lights relieved!
Silent prayers uttered in agonized mind,
with blessed answers that arrive to heal.
Or lost treasures we thought to never find
returned by way of things that dreams reveal?

O' man, thou art in arrogance oft lost.
Blindly stabbing that darkness at great cost!

Robert Lindley,
sonnet-
1985

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Posting this oldie, in lieu of writing a new poem. -Tyr


Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls

Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails
my desire for your true love yet remains.
Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells
death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains!

O' that your deep sorrows you had not found,
into your private island had not fled.
Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*)
each night a pale ghost rising from the dead!

Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you
with ghostly arms, begging you to follow.
You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who
your refusals, bitter pills to swallow!

O' that I had lived and gave you my all.
You would love me and not hear nightly calls.

R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1975
Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Of Long Dead Summers And Poison Wine

What of long dead summers and poison wine
ancient sunken ships and sad salty brine;
shadows staggering in coats of damp moss,
dream lovers, mad nights and life's greatest loss?

What of the billions, now fast sleeping dead
graves unknown unkempt, barren flower beds;
true love, that once could launch a thousand ships,
mother's deaths and daily hospital trips?

What of love and memories so sublime
falling tears and prayers, begging for more time;
helplessness, lonely, cold hospital room
cold hard certainty of impending doom?

What solace in thoughts of- Life must go on?
Misery lingers, when mothers have gone.

Robert J. Lindley,
5-23-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

IT IS THEN, I CAN ALMOST HEAR FOOTSTEPS FALL

In yesteryears, when this soul found you my rose
strolling beach in purple sandals and pink toes;
memory snapshots, images this brain now feeds
recalling shine of treasured gems fills my needs!

Now your ghost shadow haunts this weary house
welcoming relief from its one busy mouse;
tho' I long to hear that pretty shadow speak
tis so much more, your loving touch I seek!

When you turn and listen to my pleading call
IT IS THEN, I CAN ALMOST HEAR FOOTSTEPS FALL.
At that fleeting moment, when all time stands still
you vanish, leaving behind anguishing thrill.

Since this soul first found you my angel, my rose
Its never dreamed, of morns without those pink toes!

R.J. Lindley,
origin-1979
Edited today, 11/13/ 2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 10 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 153
Total # Words: 118

Note- Still posting old poems as is this example now posted. My muse and I having recently parted ways for a spell. I have been left to complete two unfinished collaborations on my own and without my muse and her keen insight--it has been a slow and hard task to accomplish and do so well enough to not disappoint my writing partners.
I pray, my efforts finished and sent to each talented co-writer yesterday,measure up and bear pleasing fruits..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Spirit, Let Thy Bond Be To Heart And Soul

Soul, find new ways to quell thy deepest fear
bring to life, new loves and hopes that are dear.
Look back, to strength and spirit of the past
pray for strong winds, set thy sails to full mast!

Heart, join this journey, thy soul's greatest quest
walk this path's end, succeed in this conquest.
Forget not, give thanks for help in this way
with prayers sincerely sent, both night and day.

Spirit, let thy bond be to heart and soul
in this allow love first, to be thy goal.
Find comfort in love, family, and friends
do this well, less need for future amends!

In this, embrace truth, as best course well set.
Thee may find less cause for future regret.

Robert J. Lindley
Presented- 11-14-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 122

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Slow Walk Into A Red Sunset

Can you slow walk into a red sunset
To find hidden and fine treasures within?
Stop wanting all the gold that you can get
Rise far above this shallow world of men.

Will you stop, to just see what you have now
And give thanks for gifts already given?
Consider love's greatest blessings and how
To live life true and truly start living?

Can you open your eyes to see hope's gifts
Listen for echoes that bring back true gold
Search for love and deep romance that uplifts
live life fully, before waking too old?

Will you slow walk into a red sunset
Live life true, not gamble it as a bet?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2017
Sonnet

Note. Woke today and found it was high time that I wrote another sonnet...
Now while looking back from with a red sunset, I see things a lot clearer and have far more understanding of man and his devotion to failure and grasping for shallow treasures this world presents as its traps...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Sometimes, you just gotta write exactly what flows out. No reviews, no edits, just let your muse have its say.......---Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In A Time And A Place, So Very Long Ago

Should man's daily treks include love of Nature's gifts
inhaling forest's beauty and blue, blue skies.
Vast oceans, sandy beaches, washing tidal shifts
enormity of it's gifts man too oft denies?

Walking these fields and over to the flowing stream
June's great shining day and a cool refreshing swim.
Waters found fast flowing, blasting welcoming gleam
and this soul glad it wandered thus on a mere whim.

Fine July night and brilliant stars glow far above
windows open to let in uncommon cool breeze.
Countryside, away from city's hustle and shove
laying back, resting this magic night, so at ease!

Wake to new day and life falling down onto me.
In past futures, rolls Time's round, never-ending Sea.

R.J. Lindley
1970/2017
Sonnet in 12..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My not posting here in the creative Writing forum as of late has been due to illness not laziness on my part..
So I now post yet another poem written long ago...
I may post it at my home poetry forum but since it is about sex--not sure if they will censor it or not--even though it is in good taste with no vulgarity or crudeness or explicit descriptions...--Tyr



Beating Hearts Firmly United And Sex's Truest Joy

When two bodies upon one midnight bed doth rest
under moonlit rays, magnificent sublime bliss;
Love for love, and cherished kisses by far the best
each in love, dares only the other to miss!

Sex and its truest joys they so faithfully embraced
united in sweet paradise love hath true made;
he along her body every curve gladly traced
and within her so willing flesh his ardor played.

Yet sex to them was not some temporal pleasure
for they both knew its power was never ending;
each finding the other as greatest of treasure
giving their thanks for this gift that God was sending!

With Love's deep truth, they allowed no lies to destroy
beating hearts firmly united and sex's truest joy!

R.J. Lindley,
August 10th, 1978

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]

If Only, Thy Light Should Return To Thee

If there were light and sweet love in thy heart
graciousness and warmth in thy pretty smiles.
No darkness growing within thy life's chart
we could waltz gaily, going extra miles.

Our love, stained and dry as ink on this page
those soft love-dancing shadows are now passed.
I could forgive, were I wizened old sage
now in this soul, bitterness has amassed.

Once, well before your soul turned cold and dark
you had light and love, both so well in hand.
Greed made you wicked, left its nasty mark
your hatred became more than I could stand.

If only, thy light should return to thee
I would love again, hold you next to me!

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, 7-22-2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once Powerful And Great, They Are No More

Why walk earth's realm, if not to love and feel
why suffer stings and dark arrows of fate
if not to find the truth and what is real?
Sad sad words, sorry-it is just too late.

Ancients feared their great all-powerful gods
living invisible far above the fray
power to destroy with wink and a nod!
Yet where hide, those all powerful gods today?

Truth and light came obliterated their lies
such sad ends come to all that worship fear
Gone are their vast kingdoms in hidden skies!
Modern man sees, sheds not a single tear!

Why walk earth's realm, if not to love and feel
If not to find the truth and what is real?

R.J. Lindley,
Dec 27th, 1975
Sonnet, ( Why false Gods are made and later destroyed )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hidden Behind The Red Door, Massive Chests Of Gold

Evils behind red door are seeped in darkest sin
each generation, crowds clamoring to get in
They fight long battles to find dark lady in red
not realizing she awaits each when they are dead!

This sad world presents so many dark paths to take
entices man's follies, so as to each lost soul break
Red door is guarded by its dark Lord's black-clawed hand
light is shut out so victims can not understand!

Eager throngs, wallow in its many festered pits
depths of darkness hide many broken into bits
When its tortured victims beg in vain to be freed
they find out, they are now its future rotten seed!

Red door, red door, O' how sweet are thy lying calls
how stained and twisted are thy never ending halls!

R.J. Lindley,
May 5th, 1977
Sonnet (Darkness, Pride and Greed)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

All In A Mind Seeking Needed Relief

Between nine majestic, ancient oak trees
in ten unexplored dimensions unseen
rests seven enormous swirling blue seas
full of desperation and hopeless pleas.
All in a mind seeking needed relief
from a deep love turned bitter and forlorn
gone thus, is hope in Hope and its relief
with prayers wishing to have never been born!

World's hidden shadows play with old bleached bones
in massive desert crevices, dark and deep
Why moan dying winds and cry out old stones
for one soft-touching dream in nightmare sleep?

Beneath sun and sky such ancient trees dwell
are we more than just a living clay shell?

Robert J. Lindley,1-10-2018
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dread Of The Coming Of The Empty Void

Faded flowers remind me of memories stolen
Drowning in turbulence, rivers so deeply swollen
Where once immense fertile meadows with bright colors shown
Dwells a dark song, chaotic words and a muted tone.

I miss lost views of dawn's true beauty and coming day
Scenes of soft-blown winds causing weeping willows to sway
Soaking up sunning-rays that once tanned my shirtless back
Summers of love, life truly lived, I have now lost track!

Long for, soothing treasures my mind once happily held
Not empty darkness, where heart and soul with a void melds
At times fleeting fragments seen of a sweet angel's face
Then nothing more, for this disease such joy will erase.

Wicked curse to lose that which one holds so very dear
Walk in dooming darkness with mountains of epic fear.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2018
Sonnet, Alzheimer's disease and ( Precious Memories Erased)


Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13
Total # Syllables: 182
Total # Words: 133

Note-

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/alzheimers-disease/symptoms-causes/syc-20350447

Alzheimer's disease is a progressive disease that destroys memory and other important mental functions. At first, someone with Alzheimer's disease may notice mild confusion and difficulty remembering. Eventually, people with the disease may even forget important people in their lives and undergo dramatic personality changes.

Alzheimer's disease is the most common cause of dementia — a group of brain disorders that cause the loss of intellectual and social skills. In Alzheimer's disease, the brain cells degenerate and die, causing a steady decline in memory and mental function.

Current Alzheimer's disease medications and management strategies may temporarily improve symptoms. This can sometimes help people with Alzheimer's disease maximize function and maintain independence for a little while longer. But because there's no cure for Alzheimer's disease, it's important to seek supportive services and tap into your support network as early as possible.
Symptoms

At first, increasing forgetfulness or mild confusion may be the only symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that you notice. But over time, the disease robs you of more of your memory, especially recent memories. The rate at which symptoms worsen varies from person to person.

If you have Alzheimer's, you may be the first to notice that you're having unusual difficulty remembering things and organizing your thoughts. Or you may not recognize that anything is wrong, even when changes are noticeable to your family members, close friends or co-workers.

Brain changes associated with Alzheimer's disease lead to growing trouble with:
Memory

Everyone has occasional memory lapses. It's normal to lose track of where you put your keys or forget the name of an acquaintance. But the memory loss associated with Alzheimer's disease persists and worsens, affecting your ability to function at work and at home.

People with Alzheimer's may:

Repeat statements and questions over and over, not realizing that they've asked the question before
Forget conversations, appointments or events, and not remember them later
Routinely misplace possessions, often putting them in illogical locations
Get lost in familiar places
Eventually forget the names of family members and everyday objects
Have trouble finding the right words to identify objects, express thoughts or take part in conversations

Thinking and reasoning

Alzheimer's disease causes difficulty concentrating and thinking, especially about abstract concepts like numbers.

Multitasking is especially difficult, and it may be challenging to manage finances, balance checkbooks and pay bills on time. These difficulties may progress to inability to recognize and deal with numbers.

[Balu]

Dread Of The Coming Of The Empty Void

Answering you question - my granddaughter loved this poem. Her opinion - it is very nice and beautiful (as usual). :clap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Hold, Kiss Her Sweetly, Before I Die

If life were little more than ink soaked verse,
Would I so loathe this darkness I so curse?
Could this lost heart reap more than fleeting praise,
Live in joy and not this deepest malaise?

What of she love may gift, fairer to hold
Than treasures won, stolen or ever sold?
Would any dearest cost be far too high
To hold, kiss her sweetly, before I die?

If life ever grants love, fair and so true
I'll fight the worst of the worst to hold you.
When darkness arrives on its hellish wheels
She, my love, will stop it coldest chills!

Tears in these happy eyes, I see her face
Tho' I have yet to win her in this race.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-31-2018
SONNET ON , ( True Love Yet To Be Found)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 120

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Dawn's First Rays Meet The Bright Of Morrows

Where dawn's first rays meet the bright of morrows
mother earth and sun's massive power meets.
Days promise oft erase night's great sorrows
as Nature and man wake and rise to greet.

Streams, fields and bright meadows stir to inspire
sons of men, their imaginative ways.
Mere wild brutes before blessed gift of fire
huddling in nights of fear, awaiting day.

Arrogance came as Nature was subdued
with such power came again, dark they fear.
As their fear returned, Nature was renewed
Heavens glowed and shed not a single tear.

As twilight yields to the falling of bright
Man remembers what lurks in dark of night.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2018
Sonnet, ( What lurks in dark of night )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky

When this life gets hard, I refuse to yield
I go to rest in shade of poplar field-
Cool breeze and sunny skies laughing above
You think of you, and great depths of our love:
Dear sweet echoes in your singing at dawn,
Poplar field, its mother deer and her fawn;
How Nature gave truth and wed both our hearts
So wisely joined two such differing parts.
Looking through tall trees and pondering why
I recall, you named it, your bluebird sky.
Nature found and truly blessed me and you,
Cemented love and with its own super glue;
When those poplar leaves flutter soft and sing,
I see grace and beauty, know what it brings.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-04-2018
SONNET, ( Love, Life, Youth And Nature's Truth Found In Poplar Field)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love's First Kiss, Its Hopeful Spell To Remind


Walking soft clouds, heart in his grateful hand:
What great mystery did such bounty bring?
Who but a king could love greater this land
And live the life of which bards oft sing?

Peace in his soul, he ventured to Love find,
Laying all his worldly worries aside.
Love's first kiss, its hopeful spell to remind,
He dared to push against world's darkest tide.

Found he a sweet girl, hair of golden ray
With her came every new dawn's soft kiss,
He swore to love beyond his dying day
And in her arms forever find sweet bliss.

Peace in his soul, he ventured to Love find.
Love's first kiss, its hopeful spell to remind.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-09-2018
Sonnet (True Love Pursued And Hope Rewarded)
Not for any contest..

Note.- Most of this came to me in a dream last night.
The dream girl was a beautiful girl I knew over 40 years ago.
Strange that this is the first time I've dreamed of her in forty years and
I have no clue where she is o even if she is still alive..
A poet must write , even if mysteries still abound.......

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Skulking Between Shadows Of Midnight's Mask

Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn
your echoed curse, invades this fevered brain.
As yet I cling- to bright light that you spurn
as your foul mouth belches soul eating rain.
You dare not- face my wrath in light of day
skulking between shadows of midnight's mask.
You fear most- help from prayers that I pray,
truth's invincible shields from behind which I bask.

Rise up now, from hellish fires you embrace,
meet the answer to cursed torments you sent.
Dread the laughter- when you fear the human race
and you find your time has been so ill-spent.

Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn.
As yet I cling- to bright light that you spurn.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2015
Dark Sonnet, ( Fear the Light)
( Poe inspired verses , Raven calls before sunrise )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Skulking Between Shadows Of Midnight's Mask

Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn
your echoed curse, invades a fevered brain.
As yet you cling- to bright light that you spurn
as your foul mouth belches soul eating rain.
You dare not- face just wrath in light of day
skulking between shadows of midnight's mask.
You fear most- help from prayers others pray,
truth's invincible shields that take you to task.

Rise up now, from hellish fires you embrace,
meet answers to cursed torments once you sent.
Dread that laughter- when you fear the human race
and you find your time has been so ill-spent.

Rise up dark child, from pits in which you burn.
As you turn away- from light you now spurn.

robert j. Lindley, 6-19-2015
Dark sonnet, ( fear of the light)
( Poe inspired verses , and raven calls before sunrise )[/quote]
Edited today.-Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Know, This Is Just About, As Good As It Gets

I walk forest paths, because they are my best choice
Find the calm, by hearing Mother Nature's true voice.
With eyes clear, I see fish flop, lake water glisten
I view Nature's paintings, to its music listen.

As welcomed sun, renews my newly stirred blood
I wade the low streams, feeling their cool, oozing mud.
As clouds above, move in to give the needed shade
I marvel at, this tapestry Nature hath made.

Trekking on, to highest of bright green, forested hills
Looking down, lakeside beauty, its many thrills.
I feel calming breeze, as Nature enter my veins
I have left behind, dark world and its many stains.

As red sun cries out, that it is about to set
I know, this is just about, as good as it gets.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2018
Sonnet 12/12, (Nature and Its Magnificent Gifts)

Note - Date given as presented today. However, this poem was written back in 1982.
I edited the poem this morn, to now present it in 12 syllable verses instead of the previous ten syllable verses of the original 1982 poem.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Balu]

I Know, This Is Just About, As Good As It Gets


I walk forest paths, because they are my best choice
Find the calm, by hearing Mother Nature's true voice.
With eyes clear, I see fish flop, lake water glisten
I view Nature's paintings, to its music listen.

As welcomed sun, renews my newly stirred blood
I wade the low streams, feeling their cool, oozing mud.
As clouds above, move in to give the needed shade
I marvel at, this tapestry Nature hath made.

Trekking on, to highest of bright green, forested hills
Looking down, lakeside beauty, its many thrills.
I feel calming breeze, as Nature enter my veins
I have left behind, dark world and its many stains.

As red sun cries out, that it is about to set
I know, this is just about, as good as it gets.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2018
Sonnet 12/12, (Nature and Its Magnificent Gifts)

Note - Date given as presented today. However, this poem was written back in 1982.
I edited the poem this morn, to now present it in 12 syllable verses instead of the previous ten syllable verses of the original 1982 poem.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Thank you my Dear Friend Robert,
Having read this poem I acutely felt yearning for summer and suddenly felt an attack of boat-fishing toxicosis. :slap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The First Time Love Became A True, Dark Curse

From whence you came, I truly knoweth not
you eased in and with guile ate into bone.
Now you are gone, soul has been set to rot
in dark flowing wind, sad and all alone.

Yes you are, my accursed eternal ghost
once clinging deep and ravishing my heart.
I true blind and in love, played willing host
whilst you once feasted away, "a la cart".

Life hurts, I regret even your abandon,
whilst living in this malignant cloud.
You had to win, leave no real man standin
written here my words, never spoken aloud.

From whence you came, I truly knoweth not.
Now you are gone, soul has been set to rot.

R. J. Lindley,
1976
Sonnet, (Curse and Darkness)

(OLD) Note- She never leaves my thoughts. Yet her love was poisonous and sent to destroy.

New Note- A truth, some women can burn so deep and so romantically hot that they destroy the lover they are set to consume. She destroyed the me that existed then--for good or bad--nothing can change that eternal transformation.
Decided to rewrite and finish this old poem fragment, shorten it to a sonnet rather than the 24 verses that it was first written in.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast

In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Such was once not a defeat in deep shame
rather, a great victory in a man's family name.

This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past
cherished words of sweet life, such may be my last
True, once my walk was in the clouds, lofty air
of that memory, I now have far, far less care.

Sweet love and life, thy music no longer plays
my soul, no longer rejoices in its lost ways
A harsh reality has now ate deep into my bones
dark music plays and in its loud wicked tones.

In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2018

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Poets Question Why They Dare To Write

What more can I say true, what more well, can I write
to give the world and yet not join in its dark plight
to walk a brighter path and thus hold my heart true
sing a welcomed song, one that is soft and so true.

Ah, but such tis the poet's struggle, greatest fight
speak clearly, to write with even greater insight
nay, I hold no special power, no special key
I a writer, seeks to find the poet in me!

I write with hope, hope that such may aid the readers
what are poets but soft beggars and sincere pleaders
protecting bark around the tall, mighty oak tree
the shining truth, in this chaotic, earthly sea.

Ah yes, you have caught me in a poet's spun tale
Question is, does dust or water, spring from my well.

R.J. Lindley,
Sonnet 12/12, (14 verses and 140 words instead of 140 syllables.)
(an exercise in math and poetic imagination)..

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: 140

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Few Words Sent Admiring You, Our Rose

A few words sent admiring you, our rose
cast forth to honor beauty, its delights.
World has a great many but they it chose
to radiantly glow within our sights.

Verses designed to give honor in prose
proclaiming depths and blessings that you give.
Tho thy chosen path, my not us have chose
you loved true, creating the life we live.

When the depths of thy tender heart is seen
the rose's magnificence fails to surpass.
A blessing to us thy love is so keen
to teach us to love and honor amass.

Yes sweet mothers, thy true love is our rose.
We love thy all, from thy head to thy toes.

Robert Lindley, 3-03-2018
Sonnet, (Tribute to - All Loving Mothers)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Death's Dark Shadow Comes To Greet

When Death's shadow begins to speak
Sad sorrow words, not for the weak
Fleeting glimpses of its black cloud
Fear, is always to be allowed.

When Death's heart, sends its wailing moans
Devil's music cast in its tones
You eyes and ears are both alert
Of dark signs of six feet of dirt.

When Death's dance, shows in deep, dark swirls
No escaping, none boys and girls
Say a quick prayer, grab your socks
For too soon comes its fateful knocks.

When Death seeks its turn, you may learn
If its heaven's winds or hot burns.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018

Note- Written in memory of a very dear friend that died on this date March 4th, 1978--- forty years ago (taken far too young).
One I can never forget and was a true, true friend!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Lost Count Of Falling Tears I Have Cried

I find fault with you, that sent me through hell
Into mind realms, despair and jagged glass,
I recall nights, love thirsts, we could not quell,
Did we both stop, looking for greener grass?
As you now live, can you say our dreams died
That your heart no longer holds place for mine?
I lost count of falling tears I have cried,
Since your loving hand no longer grasps mine.

On nights that moon sends its romantic rays
do you look at the glow and think of me?
Some say love roulette simply does not pay
For the death it finds never sets us free!

As you now live, can you say our dreams died?
I lost count of falling tears I have cried.

R. J. Lindley,
Sonnet
June 22nd, 1977

[Taco Junkie]

"On nights that moon sends its romantic rays
do you look at the glow and think of me?"

Great verse. :clap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Do We See Some Angels Are Living Among Us

In sweetest dreams she saw angels that truly cared
deepest love, truest of hope she so happily shared,
felt beating rhythm life and Nature at its best
treated all as, "in her home as an honored guest".

Upon morn's welcomed light she rose to kneel and pray
giving heartfelt thanks for life and each bright new day,
cooking morn's first meal for many a hungry soul
giving, giving of herself and faith her true goal.

Tho' human she was an angel to one and all
with faith,courage, bliss she answered that important call,
embracing love's truth with those she loved by her side
she happily gave her all and much more besides.

Then one cool summer night she flew far far away.
And this dark world was even darker the next day.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-31-2018
Sonnet, ( Too Oft We Are Blind To The Truth Around Us)


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: 132

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Wake Of Sadness, In Youth's Brevity

Vagaries of wondrous youth I so miss
Sunset, its purple hues, her tender kiss
Bacon and fried eggs, waking to dawn's gold,
Sweet things one remembers when getting old.
Warm fires, those heavenly campfire nights
Love's delights when making up after fights;

Rose garden and gleaming glamorous reds
Morn's happiness when rose from our night bed
Voice beckoning me to give longer hugs
"I Love You", you put on our coffee mugs.
Such dear things, deepest treasures I now hold
Romance tales, I feel must be retold.

Alas! Youth flies away and does not last
Yet greatest of treasures lie in our past.

Robert J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1998
Sonnet, ( Memories, Treasures Held)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Two Hearts, Two Lives, An Eternal Meld

Hold your horses, those waters arent so deep
far, far more to life that eating and sleep.
Roses gleaming, dawn's beckoning new frosts
things you'd defend at any and all costs.
Picnicking, lakeside with your true soulmate
times you won, while so sorely tempting Fate!

Living to discover love, its treasures
path taken, with life's sweet, simpler pleasures.
Now gaze back at nights of hottest romance
time with her, leaving -nothing left to chance.

Magnificent joy, two loving gems held
with two hearts, two lives, an eternal meld.

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1978
Sonnet, ( Life's Sweetest Promises )

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time And Life's Woes, What Great Teachers They Be

I have grown, this world I no longer fight
Had I known, battle never makes it right
Long ago, put on harden battle gear
Slain tender heart, destroying my great fear.

Time and life's woes, what great teachers they be
from treasuries of pains, oft one may see
Dark world, clever devices used to destroy
blinded victims be they man or young boy.

I have aged, darkness now covers me
I have raged, never before did I see
Life is a path, pitfalls scattered around
by our actions, good or bad we are bound.

With paper, pen and heart, this I do write.
This world's darkest darkness one must still fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2018
Sonnet,( Why A Poet May Oft Dark Write)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rose Colored Dawn's Gave Her Those Bright Smiles

Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles
her every move, was music that beguiles.
Her name was Sarah Ann and this she knew
life's good, love is greater, sky is soft blue.

May fourth, she found me there, under oak tree
then we both knew, in true love we would be.
Time and sweet life flew forth, so very fast
with both hearts praying this could always last.

Alas! This ole world had other dark plans
and of its evil winds we were not fans.
Then came a monster took her life away
car accident, she died that tragic day.

Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles
her every move, was music that beguiles.

R. J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Great Treasure Lost)
Sept 6th, 1979

Old Note- Fate and its ill winds spare no man.

New Note-- Fate and Time both work to destroy Life and Love....
Yet we must see past that sad reality and enjoy life with those we love and the remaining days that we have..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Live, Love True, Write Poetry And Read It

As we learn living from cradle to grave
truth is, what we spend we can not save
As we sing and dance sorrows oft appear
sadly, too many are born of great fear.

When we dream, our seeking souls are dancing
whether about wealth or sweet romancing
So dance and let 'er loose from time to time
two nickels are no better than a dime.

Caution, if you ride too hard and too fast
quite likely neither you or horse will last
Pace set, one that hears music and the band
love, heart and patience your life will expand.

Live, love true, write poetry and read it
Joy's crop flourishes if you but seed it.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Hard Lesson, Learned Late)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Taking Only, Gems In My Hidden Store

Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more
Blindness decries, sadder life once danced.
Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore
With greater sight, and new spirit enhanced.

Earthen vessels, shallow shells that expire
Willing spirits, eager to walk blinded.
Chosen mortals, chosen for their fire
Leave behind ink, so some are reminded.

Final sailing, one more week to explore
Sweeter dream-nights, once gifting deeper life.
Taking only, gems in my hidden store
Golden thoughts of you waiting there my wife.

Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more.
Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore.

R.J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Time And Vanishing Mists)
Sept 19th, 1978
Note- Deleted...

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry
Written early this morn and after a restless night of dreams.
Life oft beats on us (viciously), the measure of our worth is how defiantly we fight back, IMHO.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SHY ABOUT FIGHTING BACK-- AND ALSO EVEN IN WRITING BACK WITH WORDS TOO.
When life finds you are winning--it reminds you that Time will give it the victory in the end-for death destroys our existence and we each must face that losing battle sooner or later.
My muse insists that I oft write dark poetry- to remind me that my current blessings are only temporary.
She is one cruel mistress but hey, perhaps it takes that to even get this stubborn ole mule to flinch! -- ;) --Tyr


Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry

Poets, if they say they are alright are just lying
for far too oft we write just to keep from crying.
Crying in sorrow for this dark, red-bleeding world
whose banner is tragedy, flying high, unfurled!

And why not, are not our thoughts worthy to be read
should we remain silent, ignore evil instead?
Nay! Poetry also must send messages clear
we write, bowing to no man and face our great fear!

Last night, black-shadows woke me to torment my soul
defeat my spirit, destroy poet's heart their goal!
Nay! Such darkness shall never win, never succeed
for ink fills my veins, I shall write until I bleed!

Poets, we are far more than just blind, scampering mice
Need one say much more or repeat this poem thrice?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2018
Sonnet, (Why We Write)


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads

When youthful ardor flows like raging flood,
temptation's ills are waiting in the blood.
Even with painful lessons in the past,
nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast!

When Spring air brings out that deep mating call
some think of love desires, nary its fall.
Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock,
like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block!

The wise learn and control their emotions
love is work and not some magic potion.
Keep a level head and know love is real
not a treasure one can barter or steal!

When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin
Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin'

R.J. Lindley,
June 3rd, 1996
Sonnet

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Wanted To Write You A Poem, You Cried For A Song

I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song
I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong,
Babe, your blessed life and love holds my eternal embrace
Every night in living dreams, I see your beautiful face.

All treasure in paradise, holds your brightest golden smile,
I've tried every device to bring you back a little while,
Know my dearest angel, these true words just may be my last
Soon I will sail this sinking ship, while tied to its mainmast.

I wait your reply, please forgive my not writing a song
Remember dear, in our paradise again, we belong,
Sweetheart, your kisses and loving touch, soon became my all
That was before the great tragedy of our heavy fall.

I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song.
I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong.

R. J. Lindley,
Feb, 2nd, 1973

Note- Deleted....
Brought out from my private journal but the note was just too personal to present.

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Written forty-five years ago. I was just 19 then and madly in love with her. Our breakup lasted two months, until she read this poem sent to her and
moved back from Memphis the very next day.-Tyr


Edit- I got bored, so I wrote this one this morn..-Tyr

Annabel, Do You Gaze, From Time's Ancient Skies

Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all
Such as never before seen, on this earthen ball.
With pain and insight, Master Poe over you wept
Deepest in his broken heart, your love was there kept.

Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all
With that blessing many have answered its great call.
As Master Poe, we came to see and understand
Life is not all rosy, sweet music from a band.

Annabel, your image now burns in poet's brains
Master Poe's love for you, tempers this world's dark stains.
Yes, our ink now wets new pages, hopes for tomorrows
As we read saddest words of Master Poe's sorrows.

Annabel, for a goddess your were in disguise.
Are you now looking at us, from Time's ancient skies?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2018
Sonnet, (Twelves), (Tribute to Poe's Annabel Lee)

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: 127

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Slow Down Your Life Is Not A Damn Horse Race

If you want to see in your old age, sunset glows
find more peaceful calm days with far, far fewer foes,
walk your own horse and stop all that damn mad-racing
if you do not, your own joy you are displacing.

In youth you fail to see future's greatest treasures
can be harvested easily with softer measures,
so lose the whip and slow down that sad silly pace
else bitter tis the music you will one day face!

Hold true this prospect, that tomorrow never waits,
horses should spend more time in pastures than at gates,
yes the riders benefits from those idle hours
remember crops do not grow without rain showers!

What good living longer, if life is not better
give up that racing horse, buy an Irish Setter.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-2-2018
Sonnet, ( Wise Words The Coolest Wind Once Blew)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Linger Long, On That Bountiful Feast I Still Dine

Moon's illuminations through dark window of sorrows
cast moments of relief and "Hope for my tomorrows".
Looking out, stars parade around truly wondrous scene
stopping foulest of shadows sent, to sad soul demean.

Back down to earth, into night forest seeking eyes gaze
searching for deeper healing from "Nature's darkened maze".
As moon's light gave rise to think, all is not a lost cause
I thank heaven's beauty giving this comforting pause.

Such peaceful silence next broken by a faint- Who, Who
an owl has spoken, "Hold this gift now given to you".
Heart skips a beat, knowing this is a heavenly sign
waves of sweetest joy surge forth, "Saying all will be fine"!

With hope for my tomorrows, saying all will be fine
I linger long, on that bountiful feast I still dine.


Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Sonnet, ( THIRTEEN ON THIRTEEN)

Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13
Total # Syllables: 182
Total # Words: 134


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I wrote this poem today for a contest..-Tyr


Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die

I write verse, live in the moment and score the past
oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast,
yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page,
some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage.

Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear
my course was set, but it was not always so clear,
wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark,
world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark.

As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained
inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained,
life had given perspective and a renewed lease
although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece.

Just an old poet, holding on until I die
poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written for contest....


Can We Join Again, Seek Love's Promised Goal


What awesome color was our love my dear
glowing pink, vibrant blue or sultry red?
Did we not love so fiercely without fear
dance, laughing gaily without dreaded dread?

Yes my love, I was a fool that was weak,
in my greed, sought to have very much more.
In darkness, lies came each time I would speak
once I tread, black waters in hell's first shore!

What now my love, is forgiveness a path
or in your anger, hurt pride just more wrath?
Does it matter, I overcame that dark
finally faced all, live with this black mark?

This note sent, written by a weeping soul.
Can we dance again, seek love's promised goal?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2018
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Distant Shores, Offer Real Peace And Renewed Hearts

Where distant shores, enter into dream's sweetest glows
there Hope and Love, counter life's hardest of hard blows.
In such mystical realms our spirits can then soar,
far above tragedy this dark world gladly pours.
In that paradise where love sings its sweetest sounds,
blessed we are, to find world's pain no longer pounds.

Where distant shores- offer sun, sky and sandy beach
Hope and Love can mortal lives so happily teach.
Each day is a gift, if we embrace Truth and Light,
walk a bold path, ever seek to do what is right.
In that dreamworld bring our sorrows from dark of night
with the newfound gift of relief from fearful fright.

Where distant shores, offer real peace and renewed hearts
all may find souls receiving gifts true love imparts.

Robert J. Lindley, 6- 16- 2018
Sonnet ( Where paradise, dreams and mortal hopes meet)
************************************************** **************

Written for a contest but I forgot to enter it. However that contest closed this morning. My bad.....
I seem to have too many things to remember as of late, but still this sonnet was written, so some good came out of it after all. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Death And Darkness Consume Youth's Brave Heart


When so very young, life cut him to bleed blood red
day's illuminations sought refuge far away;
He did not seek grace but with courage fought instead
when better was to seek healing Light, kneel to pray.

Battle, necessity demands deep rage be born
for darkness and malevolence consume all heart;
long tentacles of evil make living forlorn
ripping any shreds of peace, love and joy apart.

As he began to love cuts of bright crimson flow
sorrow diminished and he embraced waves of hate;
soon so lost, all pleasures came from ill winds that blow
too oft, evil becomes irreversible Fate.

Now a soldier feared by darkest of wicked beasts.
He too joins in death's all consuming bloody feasts.

R.J. Lindley,
APRIL 9TH, 1974

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: 120

Old Note- The tragedy that war too oft destroys even those that survive it.

New Note- Nothing changed, war is still the last act one should choose to resolve conflict.
Yet as mankind is fallen, war is an unavoidable curse of walking in blindness, IMHO.--TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Thy Heart And Soul Have Both Been Fleeced

When thy heart and soul have both been fleeced
world shattered, thy hidden demons released,
canyons of whirling circles in night dreams
dark rules, no saving light left that redeems.
Life raped, your sanctuary invaded,
joy for epic pains were thus dark-traded
truth is, Hope has yet to be defeated,
shall not be, if Love is not ill-treated.

Look up! Bright sun still shines upon thy head
Spring is golden, gleaming roses are red,
world kicked hard but races on as before
lift thy head, open eyes, walk through that door.

When all is said and done, know this reward
greater that gift when life faced was so hard.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-15- 1979
Sonnet, ( Tough Nut To Crack, When Has Been Fire Tested)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Love Was So Hot, It Melts Hardest Of Stone

He loved her so much, his soul awash in her all
Forever had no real meaning until she came
Her touch, searing flame that inspired his lustful call
She the ravishing beauty, he wild and untamed

Together, dark and evil world appeared so bright
Future promised paradise and castles of gold
Glowing moons honored them on hottest love filled nights
Unknown, yet theirs was greatest story ever told

Dawn's first wakening shown only in her bright smiles
His heart and soul tender, seeking beautiful flame
With true love, no jealous envy or clever wiles
Each whispered prayers of love, saying the other's name

Where Love was so hot, that it melts hardest of stone
They had found Love, never again to be alone

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2018
SONNET,(INSPIRED BY A DREAM LAST NIGHT)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Poets Are An Illumination In This Dark World


Gifting poetic words, let the flow be of friendly act
and not darker falsehoods that so many fear to retract,
if honor and truth's justice abides to steel your bold charge
know that such aid is rewarded, with blessings small and large!
Wherein earthen rulers crack cruel whips and thus command
ill-gained fruits from miserable poor that hard work the land,
poets live to pontificate and Light's truth thus extol
dire penalties for evil, burning fires of Sheol!
Why write if not to deliver Love's magnificent heart
sacrifice gems of soul seeking grace and thereby impart,
life's lessons, to benefit this darken world's fallen blind
walk lit path, see goodness manifold, returned in kind.

Allow poets this noble quest to create gifts that may heal
Follow sage wisdom, send heart's purest joy to seal the deal.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2018
Sonnet, (Inspired by Ngoc Nguyen's fantastic sonnet , titled- (Sonnet-"Poetic Justice")



Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 196
Total # Words: 136

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Will Their Valor And Courage Buy A Reprieve

Was it a nightmare, gory horror show
battlefield where death's malevolence grows?
Soaked by buckets of warm seeping red blood
that once peaceful soil now reddish, red mud.

Why had such valiant men sacrificed so much
leaving behind, lovers, wives tender touch?
Are all doomed to Hades, its punishments
leaving loved ones to scream wailing laments.

Will their valor and courage buy a reprieve
heal the misery of those that yet grieve,
give greater life and love to those left behind
or a sad loss to forever remind?

We may ask, do wars brave dead, go to hell,
even if those brave souls dutifully fell?

R. J. Lindley,
Nov. 22nd, 1975
Sonnet, ( Does Honor, Courage and Valor truly mean what we think)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When This Broken, Only A Dark Sonnet Will Do

In this deep melting pot of sorrow's seeping doom
nightmares, I see hearse caravans rolling through gloom;
with sad echoes of creaking wheels and painful shades
comes immense agonies of ever piercing blades.

My soul seeks shelter from splinters of dying wood
shielding grief stricken heart from dark barely withstood;
curse that penetrates spirit's armors, valor's halls
with shards of poison glass, cutting through castle walls.

Midnight shadows come out, dance in repugnant scenes
vomiting spittle, with hideous stagnant greens;
Fate and Time, both delay dawns lights, needed reprieve
enjoying all the more, epic loss this heart grieves.

As dawn and its promise reminds, faith saved this life,
I see again, death's horrors on that bloody knife.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2018
Dark Sonnet, ( Fate's Curses and Its Deep Plunged Daggers)

12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 116

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A dark sonnet from decades past. --Tyr


Fate's Wicked Black Hand And Its Long Sharp Sword

As withdrawn sword shows its reds and gashed side aches so
horror's hand is shown in colors that are vibrant,
within swirling shadows and their flesh flaying blows
echo black curses and cuts that are redundant.
As this rampaging world, crashes upon the weak
innocent souls walk into nights of wanton sins,
oft embracing evil with relish, stench that reeks
with no thought to stop or ever make true amends.
When it seems Fate's granite mountains tumble on down
falling to crush blind masses and drink flowing blood,
safely away have flown those with their golden crowns
into havens far from the poor they see as crude.
Yet even mighty Kings can not flee Fate's true wrath
as dark deeds insure miseries lay in their path.

Robert J. Lindley, Sept, 26th, 1979
Dark-Sonnet, (Fate Insures That Even Mighty Kings Fall)

Syllables Per Line:12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 126

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If Despair And Sorrows Vanquish All Hope

When those sad tears wet aging eyes
heartfelt moans accompany such cries
there time and love denies beauty's soft touch,
this wicked, evil world has crushed far too much!

When hurt and pain consume romance
break its firm hold, giving not a chance
such deep cuts, each broken heart penetrates
where blood puddles in pools as it concentrates!

When her heart flees, sadness arrives
often is best if one but survives
in dark pits where miseries gain power
demons toss down pain from their high black towers!

If soul wakes where horrors amass and abound
You have fallen, only saved if true light found.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-30-2018
Sonnet in (8,9,10,11 syllable verse rhymes)

Syllables Per Line: 8 9 10 11 0 8 9 10 11 0 8 9 10 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 136
Total # Words: 104

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Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.

If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.

When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me

Sitting in the dark, hearing voices in the hall
remembering my many lovers, one and all.
Some that sent my heart aloft, on heavenly flights
others that kept me company on lonely nights.

Sitting in the dark, seeing true beauties once known
then, the fairest of gardens, never overgrown.
Night waning, those echoes, their honey-drenching calls
also remind me, of my many faults and falls!

Sitting in the dark, with darkness covering me
begging each, please forgive me, what I did to thee.
Silence, as each lover then slowly fades away
Ah yes, we mortals, for our sins we have to pay!

Dawn sent morning rays, break me from my dreaming trance
Was I wrong seeking many in youthful romance?

Robert J. Lindley, 8-07-2018
Sonnet, ( Recurring Dreams)

Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 120

Note: Woke 4 am , decided to write this one as it was fresh on my mind...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust

If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn paths, resting under its trees.

Seek in truth the great beauty God has made
the opulence of colors in blue skies;
let not dark, thy human empathy degrade
to sorrows that in turn, love's joys deny.

Instead, denude kings of their stolen cloaks
and the golden castles they have stolen;
take time to visit regale forest oaks,
ride the rapids of rivers swift and swollen.

Abandon dead trails and thy Sybarite lust
let Natures awe, thy seeking heart there adjust.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018
Sonnet, ( Nature's Great Gifts And Its Awesome Healing Powers)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Power Of Beauty's Deep Kiss That Is Thine

Our hearts woke to more, life, love and we two
with no score kept, our joy was overdue;
for more and sweetest of all our love-nights,
a testament, lover's purest delights,
succulent flavor in finest of wine
power of beauty's deep kiss that is thine.

Two souls danced on romance's golden shore
finding ardor's depths that truly restore,
the vineyard and luscious grapes on the vine
you found your love and the blessing was mine.

As two renewed spirits in paradise dwelt
purest love, beauty of the rose was thus felt.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018
Sonnet, ( True Heavenly Angel That Once Was Sent)

Note- Woke to loud calls from my demanding muse.
Her scorn clear her order was leave those blues.
Regain the reward of the blessing of true heart.
Again poetry and sweeter life restart.
Live up to thoughts and reward of thy friends
Spread ink and know, poet's love never ends.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nature And Spring Both Represent Hope Eternal

Late in Spring, newborn buds were bright and agrowin'
sun spoke early, roosters for fight were acrowin'
hours rolled on by, cold winds soon began ablowin'
northeaster acomin' on, signs were ashowin'.

Garden tilled and planted, new plants were emergin'
was a fantastic new year, high hopes were surgin'
the last few years, weather had been crop destroyin'
farmers had been their most faithful prayers employin'.

Dusk had arrived, cold blizzard winds were ahowlin'
like ravenous pack, hungry wolves now aprowlin'
ready for new feasts, long sharp claws disembowling'
not again, not again, farmers were avowin'.

Next year Spring again, new hopes began asproutin'.
Farmers got needed rains, praise they were ashoutin'.

R.J. Lindley,
March, 25th, 1973
Sonnet, ( Farmer's Lament and Farmer's Faithful Hopes)
(Inspired by my study of the fabulous poetry of the famous poet, Frank L. Stanton)

Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 112

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Between Hopeless Groans And Epic Sorrows

Living mad, sad, broken and overwrought
dragging rusty chains, in misery caught.
Praying anew, through, true heart wrenching woes
fighting this wicked world where anything goes.

No time to feel, chill, heal slow bleeding
on blinded feasts so many are feeding.
One cut birthing more, sunrise to sunset
despair thinking, never better it gets.

Can not, rush, hush, brush, these sorrows away
best any light gives is faint feeble grey.
In between fallen down, doing without
pray for you, if you know what its about.

Living mad, no time to feel, can not hold
hope for relief before I am too old.

Robert J. Lindley, (original composition, 2- 23-1978)
Sonnet, ( When Destiny, Sends Its Darkest Dark-Storms)

Note-- Major rewrite of an old poem, today- 9-01-2018

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My Gift In Having You, Dear Friends Did Once Extol

Despite grace and beauty, your silence ate my soul
in that realization, aching pain broke in;
my friends, my great luck in having you, did extol
our breakup, I simply knew not how to begin!
Neither you nor I could such tragedy explain
sad missteps, sorrows found, each of our greatest banes.

To this day, better than your love, I have not found
yet tho' life may beat and trample us at its will;
we are not during such times always chained and bound
for in love's seas, we may reap without any till.
As destiny plucked away bliss, with heavy hand
it did not burden with more, than we could withstand.

Despite grace and beauty, your sad flight ate my soul.
My gift in having you, dear friends did once extol.

R. J. Lindley,
April 3rd, 1978
Sonnet, ( Tragic, Magnificent Love Lost, Never Regained )

Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 132

Note- This is an old poem, slightly edited today to present here now.
I am not being lazy when presenting these old poems. I am reviewing my old stuff, to either keep it or else completely trash it.
Some are keepers but need minor editing. A few are keepers but need heavy editing. This one needed very minor editing( about 3 minutes worth).

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Each Swearing, One Day More, Just One Day More

Moon was waning, much needed sleep gaining
both lovers tired of heartache explaining.
One cried, there is the exit door take it
I alone will surely fair well, make it.

Other lover cried, yes, I bet you could
with the guy, that has been chopping my wood.
There is the door, why don't you just take it
I was real my love, I didn't fake it.

Silence stood hard, from naked truths given
both lovers needed to be forgiven.
Then sleep overtook both their warring dreams
soon would come morning sun soft golden gleams.

They dressed, then ate and kissed at the front door.
Each swearing, one day more, just one day more!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2018
Sonnet, (Love and Regret, Chained Together),(Sad Lives)

Note- Written about two people I knew them both many decades ago.
Over 40 years now and they are still together.
Seems they each learned to forgive and lived happily after all.
Love is also about forgiveness and endurance...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018
Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits)
Note-
Saddest notes played in late midnight hours,
are regrets falling like rain from darkened towers
yet no man is immune from this darken curse
for life is a play lived with no time to rehearse.

Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds

As fleeting hours flew into eternal abyss
once youth and love, imagined to dream
so went grave error that time allows this
facing life, always with full head of steam.

We marvel at the beauty of ancient oaks
majestic towers stretching to eager skies
oft captured in the glory of artistic strokes
yet burdened by this world of worldly lies.

Weep not for more, for dying is our Fate
and task of living well often most hard
if one has learned and loved, they can relate
evil world is a test, just ask any bard.

Life flees, as if faint whispers in moaning winds.
Yet we all feign power, to so mold how it ends.

Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018
Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Decided to write a sonnet this morn. Just let my pen run its course. My muse decided to go on vacation, so this was composed without her influence and
written with no edits and no wavering..--Tyr

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When Her Tender Heart Fell Into Such Heartless Throes

He once stood there alone, waiting for sharp axe to fall
very young knave and fool, waxing strong in his prime
terrible memories but this one he recalls
for love was stabbed and damn, it was a great crime!

When her tender heart fell into such heartless throes
innocent beauty, cut by long invisible blades
some have said, "well often that is just how love goes"
for blackest of souls create saddest of parades!

Life should have shown her mercy, as such is divine
for passion soothed not nor had justice arrived
for cruelty is mistress to dark lusts, yours or mine
such cases evil sent, was hellishly contrived!

That young knave, saw her tears fall heavy as he fled
Years fly, looking back says , " tis she I should have wed"!

Robert J. Lindley,
May 4th, 1977
Sonnet, ( When Love Crushed An Innocent Heart)

Note-- Old poem edited today, 10-24-2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Earth Years, Oft Brief As Sparrow's Flight


To walk among men knowing not
world is ugly, full of its rot.
Alas! Gone is youth we once wore
and innocence sings, never more!

To love too much or not at all
past times, sweet treasures one recalls.
Earth years oft brief as sparrow's flight
yet great blessings when love is right!

How we dread, death's eternal kiss
as if its dark touch could we miss.
Pray mercy for those that remain
hold faith we shall see them again!

To walk among men knowing not
live well life you already got!


R.J. Lindley,
July 9th, 1979
Sonnet, (Looking Back From Those Future Tomorrows)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poetic Words Given To Today's Youth

If each bite of this world is so bitter tasted
Youthful years have flow on by, most of them wasted
And your deepest dreams that fruited, are now dying
You will find, to little avails your sad crying.

If breaking heartache has become your bosom friend
Life drags on, its merciless curses never end
And in dead of dark nights, dread eats into your soul
Look back at your trashed hours and your lone empty bowl.

If you beg for more years to waste as a blind fool
Each day, you prove you are a worthless sorry tool
And you know you have hurt many in your heyday
You will have only one course, bow your head and pray.

These words they may appear too hard and maybe trite.
Yet the blind may only see if they regain sight.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2018
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Each New Dawn, I Beg Morn's Light To Erase

Of what darkness does this dreadful beast hail
with its sharp fangs, long claws and pointy tail
is it from midnight realm Poe created
or a curse of which my soul is fated?

On special nights it both growls and loud speaks
about how Death will be come in mere weeks
then how it will kill all those I cherish
curse sent, that all my beloved perish!

Each new dawn, I beg morn's Light to erase
this dark thing that spits venom in my face
or cast back into pits of hell's making
swear my vices to soon be forsaking!

No word comes back me to give me good cheer
Could it be, beast is my own mind, in fear?

Robert J. Lindley
August 16th, 1979
Dark sonnet, ( Why the Black in Night is Feared )

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total ## Words: 120

Note: I have again restarted my drive to get some my old poems out of the dark and into the light of day.
The ones that are in my private journals and have only ever been seen by me and many of those not seen
even by me in decades. This one is a dark sonnet inspired by a dream, rather a nightmare..
Back in 79' I often drank a glass of fine whiskey before hitting the bed to sleep. Just to take the edge off
you know. Looking back now, I believe that it only replaced the edge into my dream realm it seems..- lol -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Presenting two new sonnets to this thread this morn. One was written this morn, while the other was written 25 years ago.
I hope you may read and enjoy both. -Tyr

(1.)

Where Beams Forth, Return Of Lifesaving Light

Great sorrows that press upon weeping chests
weigh in deep the heartache of dear Hope lost
from highest of shining mountaintop crests
cast into abyss, at pain's greatest cost.

As despair sails forth in black-masted ship
over salty tears, fallen from ones soul
as misery, causes courage to slip
and agony digs deeper, its black hole.

Trepidation and midnight cries abound
as malignant horror grows from sad moans
there is no new hope, no paradise found
just music, unforgettable tones.

Where beams forth, return of lifesaving light
As calamity eats up the long night?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2019
Sonnet, ( can ever, dying embers re-flame)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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(2.)

I That Troddeth Through Flames Of Hades To Burn

I that troddeth through flames of Hades to burn
Sheddeth my blacken, snakelike and scaly skin
As glowing embers scorch me, this I did learn
Man has no other course but to wallow in sin.

This dark world, its ungodly gifting of pleasure
Holds sweetest, that taste of our depraving lusts
As evil enfolds life and casts its false treasures
Its blackened winds destroy with their hidden gusts!

Pray tell, which saving grace awaits one's reaching hand
And will wield power, to a long, lost soul rescue
Doom and gloom are true shadows within this land
As rushing storms fly forth to envelope me and you!

As I pray, will you understand my great woe?
Should I run far away, will you too, dare to go?

Robert J. Lindley,
July 12th 1994, ( Why We Know God Exists )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Sonnet Doubles, Forty Year Span

What Great Love, Our Memory Shall Remain

What is left when I am buried and dust
ancient grave upon which a white-stone rests
vanished shades of a future we did trust
as if that one great wave would never crest!

What great love or memory shall remain
when deepest of sleep, centuries accrue
will it matter wealth, worthless earthly gain
as paying of the pied piper comes due?

What truth, shall weigh in as ones repentance
when exposing light shines its judging gleams
will sad regrets reduce final sentence
or give power to mercy graving dreams?

Pray tell, can great sorrows yield forgiveness?
Birthing mercy a gift, divine kindness?

R.J. Lindley,
April 3rd, 1979
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:102

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Fate Peeled Back Its Deepest Dark Curtain

Fate peeled back its deepest dark curtain
leaving nothing to chance, all certain
this year the bravest of heroes dies
golden streets flooded with angel cries.
What justice, one so young shall perish
midst of love of those he so cherish
roars not a harder, greater anguish
than living through and in pain languish
With hunger for life, for love's sweet touch
so cursed and sadly fated such
Fate, its massive powers so decreed
greatest hero on battlefield bleeds
steps into eternity, no seeds
grave now hidden by overgrown weeds!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-08-2019
Sonnet in nines.
Syllables Per Line:9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9
Total # Syllables:126
Total # Words:90

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Sonnet doubles..... a 40 year span

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note:
Robert J. Lindley,
January 25th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables:112
Total # Words: 88

Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Heavy Gate
Sonnet number I of XII

From dawn, its rays boldly gleaming,
spring flowers covering new fields,
Nature, beasts and plants both teeming
their bounty true, as treasured yields.

In this world, sun gifts us power
tho' we oft waste its deep treasures.
From its passing we judge our hours,
while racing seeking more pleasures.

Upon night's falling, its black veil
Lo! The blackness and its dark walls
Fear, we see black as its own hell
and inside rings low ghostly calls.

Earth's porch, beyond its heavy gate.
Arms of fury held, Time awaits.

Robert J. Lindley,
January 25th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


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Note:
Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
February 16th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Syllables Per Line:8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables:112
Total # Words:82

Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Spinning Turns
Sonnet number II of XII

From its Heavens, moon, starry nights
glistening rays that set afire,
Hope and heart, dancing twins in flight
to humanity thus inspire.

Within Time and longings that stir
dreams entwined in soul's loving dance
Rests love's great cause, in finding her
angel of true fated romance.

Among the throngs that planet hold
its ripe apples ready to eat
Are those rare gems, ones never sold
treasure, if victory thus greets.

Earth's porch, resting in wondrous awe.
Destiny of man is to fall.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
February 16th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 4-10-2019
March 12th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

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

Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Fallen State
Sonnet number III of XII

Bright the hopes of dawn's new reprieves
blessing some days with so much more,
World rebels, with its lies deceives
all of man's weaknesses explore.

Not enough, earn ones daily bread
world adds, vile insatiable greed
Darkest paths it promotes instead
selling such false steps as great needs.

Warmth, flickering flames oft inspires
gluttony of flesh and dark acts
Wanting much more, greed never tires
black-trails made into virgin tracts.

Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-10-2019
March 12th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2019
April 19th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

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


Earth's Porch, Within Its Spinning Storms,
Sonnet number IV of XII

Sad days of great calamities
within spinning storms, of lost hope
Man cries out, his infirmities
begs to be hung by a new rope.

World gifts many its meager meal
its stale loaves on shattered plates
Kids joining gangs, with new friends steal
only starving can one relate.

Alas! Greater dark eats its share
spreading hatred in its parades
Innocence bellows, its not fair
the ease of these savage charades.

Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2019
April 19th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
original May 27th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 88


Earth's Porch, Embracing Spring's Rebirths,
Sonnet number V of XII

Mark the blessings of Spring's new rains
cascade of showers and new life
Start of relief, from winter's pains
true gift of fading away strife.

From glowing of gems comes bright smiles
hope and joy in this season's birth
Joining of delight, to walk miles
have newfound faith for all its worth.

For he that shuns not loving light,
may learn yet again to re-see
Open eyes to far greater sight
beauty of heart's gifts, shade of tree

Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
original May 27th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019
original June 15th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

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


Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze,
Sonnet number VI of XII

Barefoot and walking white beach sands
waves meeting shore gentle splashing
Sandcastles built, kids busy hands
all about, they with smiles flashing

Beauty of Life, this glowing scene
peaceful calm enters eager soul
Seeking more, those rambunctious teens
yet unaware of world's great toll

Feeling cool winds, deep need to pray
for this dear happiness will flee
Ask God's love, be blessed to stay
with full faith in the trinity

Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019
original June 15th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This was removed from the Poem A Day thread, having been placed there by mistake.
Now presented in the correct thread, the Sonnet thread. Sorry..--Tyr


As I Walk Hard Narrow Path, Dust In My Mouth

I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth
Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South,
With edges slippery and turns so quick
Oft so weary, too often so damn sick.

Trudging on through, into midnight's dark cast
Praying my courage will forever last,
And in my dreams, I meet my angel here
She of sweetest heart and devoid of fear.

Each new sunset , I watch those red-burnt rays
Muttering words, as only poor boy prays,
In wind's soft blows, I hear, "patience rewards"
Step thee lively, avoid the broken shards!

I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth
Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South.

R.J. Lindley ,
July 11th, 1973
Sonnet, ( Working on the farm before sun-up until after sunset)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words: 112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Decided to bring this one right on out of my private journal.
Hope you may enjoy it, as I wrote it at age 19.... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Triple sonnets united...-Tyr

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This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song

I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught
What ego so swells, it will also burst;
As man walks in darkness his steps faltered
In that weaken heart, black enters and grows,
He becomes a horse so firmly haltered
It rests between death's first destroying rows.
This my heart cries out, is but a sad song-
Man is a creature doomed to his demise,
He walketh edge of abyss, helped along
By each tempting lust evil can devise.
When sorrows demand, I death must embrace
I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

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Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips

Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips
echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken
we had collided as love seeking ships
that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken.

With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires
our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found
gave us cause to join in love's hot desires
and with fervor beg for chains to be bound.

Now in paradise berth, we each swore all
of deep passions to entwine in love's grip
to fight this hard world, united stand tall
swearing to never let true romance slip.

Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves.
We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves.

Robert J. Lindley,
December 3rd, 2004
Sonnet, ( Where true love casts its light)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:108

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One Of The Deepest Mysteries Of Life

If the wistful wind sighs, and I take my last breath
will my mortal soul weep only at this, my death?
Can man live, our existence ever understand
death is natural, its living we must withstand?

If years eat away at eager heart, soul and mind
can true love and moonlight stroll release such a bind?
Shall warm kisses found under bright glistening stars
banish sad memories, remove deepest of scars?

If sent, will blessings renew hope and faithful thought
on the correctness of Love, the kind never bought?
When whispering winds proclaim Life is too cruel
know this, Love is the most magnificent jewel.

If heart and soul can unite to dear romance seek.
Into vagaries of Life and Fate we may peak.

R.J. Lindley,
January 10th, 1974
Sonnet, ( Asketh why the barnyard rooster crows.)

Syllables Per Line:12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:168
Total # Words:124

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Hold Thy Judgment, Truth Is Not So Well Seen

Hold thy judgment, truth is not so well seen,
Thou, that sits in luxuries and decides!
Fate and Time, can both, off the path careen
Into deep hellish dark, that life oft hides
While this teeming world, its course wildly sets,
Mere mortals must walk upon broken glass!
Far too oft, we are forced to take our bets
On when to stop our race, when to fly pass.

If thy heart seeks truth, its binding powers,
Light thee brighter candles, to see life clear.
Walk without fear of black shadow towers
And within thine own heart strive thee to hear,
Striking notes of love's romance sounding clock
Even should it send, that which mind so shocks!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2019
Sonnet, ( Wash Thine Eyes In Clear Streams)
Note- Inspired from a dream I had last night...


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Holmes And Baskerville Both Had Vicious Hounds
Sonnet Doubles, A Poet's Deeper Thoughts


I Will Not Fiddle To New Hollow Tunes

I will not play fiddle to hollow tune
nor beg day, be lit by pale light of moon
life to have worth, must not be so deceived
for with truth suffering can be relieved.
This heart has much dark's evil eluded
will not now, its cover be denuded.

I will not dance to vanities now set
nor walk wicked paths such as life begets
living happy, requires morals and pride
not lies which others behind now hide.
This heart has much dark's evil eluded
will not now, its cover be denuded.

I will not bow to today's false new course
Too oft such error leads to great remorse.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2019
Sonnet, ( When One Must Take Truly Honorable Stand )

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Holmes And Baskerville Both Had Vicious Hounds

Writing into dark is not out of bounds
Holmes* and Baskerville* both had vicious hounds
Life is far, far more than our blinded eyes can see
Composing poems, now major part of me.

Into that deep, oft hides creative spark
Shadows that play or lurk in the black dark
In such realms, great imagination swells
Be it of woe'some nightmares born of hells!

Oft there is master Poe, Raven and me
Making darker verse portraits, just we three
Scary tales of death, red blood, spilled guts
Fantasy so deep, others may think nuts!

So please join master Poe, Raven and me
As we ride into deeper born fantasies!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2019
Sonnet, ( Why Writing Is In My Poetic Free Flowing Blood )

Notes:
References made: 1. Holmes* and 2. Baskerville*

The Hound of the Baskervilles
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Series Sherlock Holmes
Publisher George Newnes
Publication date
1902[1]
Preceded by The Final Problem (last story of The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes)
Followed by The Return of Sherlock Holmes
Text The Hound of the Baskervilles at Wikisource
The Hound of the Baskervilles is the third of the four crime novels written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle featuring the detective Sherlock Holmes. Originally serialized in The Strand Magazine from August 1901 to April 1902, it is set largely on Dartmoor in Devon in England's West Country and tells the story of an attempted murder inspired by the legend of a fearsome, diabolical hound of supernatural origin. Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. Watson investigate the case. This was the first appearance of Holmes since his apparent death in "The Final Problem", and the success of The Hound of the Baskervilles led to the character's eventual revival.[2]

One of the most famous stories ever written,[2] in 2003, the book was listed as number 128 of 200 on the BBC's The Big Read poll of the UK's "best-loved novel."[3] In 1999, it was listed as the top Holmes novel, with a perfect rating from Sherlockian scholars of 100.[4]

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As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight
(Sonnet doubles series,)

For Only Inflamed Passion, Can This Death Explain

She hung a huge millstone around my neck
breaking my world asunder, my life wreck
I first found love's glory in her dark eyes
later to found out our love she denies!

Bound fast and trapped in her sexy allure
lost in ardor thinking her angel pure
I walked for her a torn, jagged mile
all for a kiss and her promising smile!

With swirling world shattered she laughed at me
her ample bosom swelling up with glee
All the more my immense desires raged on
until I slow bled out cut to the bone!

Yes, her sexy body drove me insane
Only inflamed passion, this death explains.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019
Sonnet, ( A Gruesome Death Brought On By Love )

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As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight

As that poison arrow his heart entered
he saw love broken, as its truth splintered
only seconds to think he cried out loud
it is you my love under that black shroud.

She shuttered, her heart about to explode
light exposed terrible lies she had told
he saw her evil and wanted to leave
she would play her part and soon truly grieve.

She bent over and kissed his dying brow
asking, can you my evil- see it now
Last words, uttered in heartbroken pain
Yes love, and your dark will always remain.

They say his grave deep-moans on moonlit nights
As he still sees, poison arrow in flight.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019
Sonnet, ( The Blacken Curse That Was Her Wicked Name )

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Presented this morn at my home poetry site. -Tyr

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Chosen Quote:
"Delicious tears! The heart's own dew."
Letitia Elizabeth Landon.


Beautiful Sadness

As morn births bold new welcoming relief
in dawn's deepest gasping of wonderment
Life thrives upon true love, not morbid grief
for beauty's depths are purest contentment.

Whether tears are falling from joy or pains
heart and soul together, sweet as morn's dew
with happiness Life's serenity gains
magnificent fruits of treasure come due!

True and so delicious such worthy meals
rewarding our fortitude, hopes and dreams
within such bliss sweetest pleasure we feel
flows forth as clearest waters in cool streams!

When mortal heart, true master will obey
Faithfulness is born, that will never stray!

(Robert J. Lindley)
July 17, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest
Chosen Title 3, "Beautiful Sadness"
Sponsored by: Dear Heart


Contest:
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest

Contest Description
There will be multiple placements in this Writing Challenge.

I NEW, DATED poem on the theme of . . . . melancholy

ANY FORM, stay true to the form, 10 lines to whatever, no combining shorties like haiku or senyru but you can use one at the end of your poem.

I would like you to create or find a QUOTE you like and put it at the beginning of your poem, separate it from the poem.

Titles to use -1. Broken Bleeding Heart

2. There Is Such Heartbreak To See

3. Beautiful Sadness

(I used Haibun in my example but you can use any form.)

At the bottom put date written, challenge and sponsor

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Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To )

1. pallid:
pal·lid
/'pal?d/
Learn to pronounce
adjective
(of a person's face) pale, typically because of poor health.
synonyms: pale, white, pasty, pasty-faced, wan, colorless, anemic, bloodless, washed out, peaky, peakish, peaked, whey-faced, ashen, ashen-faced, ashy, chalky,
chalk white, gray, whitish, white-faced, waxen, waxy, blanched, drained, pinched;



This Night Under Pale And Pallid New Moon

In pale moonlight I mourn for thy soft hand
for your loss, is more than I can withstand
you were my all, orchard's sweet fruited bough
alone in hollow realm, this heart weeps now.

This night under pale and pallid new moon
waiting in your favorite month of June
each gust of your gentle breeze a godsend
upon this eager face, hope never ends.

Come swiftly my love, eternity calls
from its golden depths, its most loving halls
I hear your sweet voice and beg your dear touch
no other treasure bequeaths me so much
as does this fleeting hour you and I meet
with prayer, I again fall at your feet.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To )

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Quote:
"Without a knowledge of mythology much of the elegant literature
of our own language cannot be understood and appreciated."
Thomas Bulfinch
https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/thomas_bulfinch_306319


Understand, Life Is Not All Sweet Bread And Roses

Yes we that write and boldly do so with deep dark
often fire our volleys, in verses bold and stark
using mythology and its heroes and beasts
hungry poets, we dare dine on fantastic feasts!

Walking through ancient castles, with deep murky moats
with courage swimming in our true poetic oats
Living dreams, splashing ink upon freer page
venting from heart, expelling vile from raging rage!

Yes, such is true, tis not for those of kinder stock
those of more timid fare, that such verses so shock
yet this poetic soul, its search, its true calling
must walk a truer path, else face its down falling!

Understand, life is not all sweet bread and roses
Should we ink it, only as honey-dip posies?

Robert J. Lindley, 7-27-2019
Sonnet, ( When My Ink Is Black, My Verses Dark )
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I Went Out Into The Naked City

I went out into the naked city
to watch splattering and pouring wet rain
times in life things are a damn sad pity
when epic loss runs hard against the grain.

I danced in the lonesome low moonlight
with nerves frayed deep into these broken bones
beneath heaven's glory, rushed soft starlight
as Time echoed its lost sadden tones.

I drank darkness, to birth new falling stars
for new love was hiding deep within me
refugee from hurt's fleeing bitter scars
with hope and heart both begging to be free.

I found new beginnings, in that sweet roar
Love swore to find me, through that open door!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-29-2019
Sonnet, ( Finding Treasure Under Sweet Starlit Skies )

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Seeking Honor And Rectitude In This Dark World

When pen was, a mighty razor-sharp blade
pulled from scabbard, made from bright-red blood
legion were deep cuts, its slashes once made
to separate true Life, from Earthen crude.

If these veins could again birth sweeter ink
no longer stain virgin paper with dread
soul renew, not further into dark sink
in caverns reserved for walking dead!

No longer can sorrows drive praying heart
nor grasp fortitude to seek hope's dreams
Life held, when poetry played its part
winning battles over mere mortal schemes.

Alas! Pen now finds its ink hard frozen
Death of poet's spirit Fate has chosen!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2019
Sonnet,( Aliud loqui verum, seu silere )


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Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not Fair

When high noon rays waken a sleeping man
window's glare never thought into his plan
just another problem in a broken life
blends with misery since he lost his wife.

With angry scowl, rises to pull the shade
thinking damn that bright sun that God hath made
then stomach cries feed me you lazy bum
be quick about it, do not act so dumb.

Into kitchen, dirty dishes and all
once it was spotless, before Love's great fall
there by the table lay her wedding ring
bitter broken memory, great the sting.

Yet noonday sun, its rays having no care
Eggs he ate thinking, Life is just not fair.

R.J. Lindley, 7-08- 1976
Sonnet, ( Divorce, Waking To Its Sad Aftermath )

Old Note: Deleted...

New Note:
Decades flown on by, memory that still haunts,
midnight echoes into noonday sun, sadly and badly
still this soul, cry out hello, just to hiss and taunt....


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As Those Western Blue Skies Up And Roared

Cowboy rode his horse, gentle on the reins
crossing hot prairie, while in lonesome pains
yet rainbow song played in beating heart
for soon he and his love, would never part.

She a beauty with only eyes for he
with an eager love larger than a sea
her gentle touch, her lips gave sweet treasure
she gave hope, in an unequal measure.

From hill crest he soon saw her standing there
in her radiant glow, nothing more fair
spurring faithful mount, to her arms he went
to ravenous angel heaven surely sent!

As those western blue skies up and roared
Cowboy knew Love, he had truly scored!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-20-2019
Sonnet, ( Across The Burning Hot Desert He Rode )

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Note:
Written from a very vivid dream I had last night.
I guess I've watched a thousand cowboy shows in my log life, but this dream seemed so real.
Delayed writing this but somehow it forced me to sit down and compose, as the pressure to compose just became truly immense.

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As Low Midnight Sounds Into Sad Soul Seep

When aching heart pleads deep for break of day
As low midnight sounds into sad soul seep
Lonesome the solitude that has its way
When stabbing sorrows deny peaceful sleep.

Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain
A cold that births chills of darkened dread
Echoes of her kiss, memories remain
As dead dreams float above her empty bed.

Great hard blows hit with chiming of the clock
As visions parade before teary eyes
Head pounds like a sledge hammer breaking rock
When recalling her vows and well spun lies.

Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain.
Echoes of her kiss, memories remain.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2019
Sonnet, "Dark" ( When Dark Of Night Delivers Those Lost Love Blows )

Note, Recollections of youthful loss and nights of sorrowing pains,
wild youth costs, lost loves and echoes that yet visit on dark nights
when shadows come out to play..


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In Dreams, She Saw Love's True Faith As Her Goal

With her heart sad she wept, her tears fell deep
his love was bad, his vows he did not keep,
each new morn, she found her bed held no prize
he had crept off, left her with his dark lies

She found her wealth, his heart it did so stir
more so than her charms, he was a true cur,
with words he said, my true love, I love you
as she heard, her heart knew it was not true.

Yet love had ate its sweet bread and its fill
she would fall for his charms and his old spill,
her pals would say, tis true, he is no good
kick him to the curb, you know that you should.

In dreams, she saw love's true faith as her goal.
Yet his dark lies, in the end, took their toll.

Robert J. Lindley, 2019 September 24
checked by, howmanysyllables.com
14 lines x 10 syllables = a perfect 140 syllables/ 140 words
written for William Kekaula's,
"Because It's A Tuesday 140 - 140 Sonnet Poetry Contest"

Note:
cur
/kər/
noun
noun: cur; plural noun: curs
an aggressive dog or one that is in poor condition, especially a mongrel.
Similar:
dog
hound
canine
tyke
mongrel
half-breed
cross
mixed breed
hybrid
male dog
bitch
pup
puppy
whelp
yellow dog
kuri
pye-dog
pariah dog
doggy
pooch
mutt
mong
bitzer
bigener
INFORMAL
a contemptible man.
Similar:
rogue
rascal
scoundrel
good-for-nothing
reprobate



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I wrote this expressly for this new sonnet new contest.
I thought in a great idea to do the 140 on 140 theme.
A bit tricky using only one syllable words but was able to slam
one on out that was good enough to enter the contest with.-Tyr

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As You Have Your Cup Of Joe, Each New Morn

As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born
See those gleaming rays sun cast in its glow
For this world does daily its splendor show.

If you want more try to hear birds singing
For Mother Nature her gift is bringing
Greater joy and beauty that pleases man
As was its call and in God's divine plan.

As day flows forth with its many treasures
Consider Love's gifts, its deepest pleasures
Under soft moon and with her heart so true
Give thanks for sweet kisses as they accrue.

As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn.
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2019
Sonnet, ( Early Morn, Drinking Coffee, Watching The Birds Play )

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Set I This Poetry Task, This Fine Morn

Set I, task to write about this cruel world's starkness
not so easy, for its true depths are wide and massive
Yet we, view evil world with light cast into the darkness
of poverty, starvation, and reactions far too passive!

SET I, TIME TO BEND MY PEN TO THIS IMPORTANT TASK
lay out a few words of love's enlightened hope
For to learn, to heal, we must first see to dare to ask
why this darkness invades, into every horoscope!

I found, Truth and Love to be the two golden keys
REALITY PROVES ONE MUST EXIST WITH THE OTHER
We may be lost fish swimming in storming black seas
yet always, we may look back to find the Love of Mother!

Set I, clear goal to write a few words as a gift to all
before my waiting soul, hears its final greatest call!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-24-2016
Sonnet.

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At A Crossroads Poet, Hears That True Call,
(dedicated, to my friend with appreciation)

At a crossroads, poet finds waiting pen
beneath dust that hides wiles of evil men
ink then cast forth on an eager blank page
from heartfelt and pure soul of wizened sage.

At a crossroads truths, one can not deny
nor neglect reigning beauty of night skies
as stars twinkle and moonlight bright parades
through wafting breeze and all Nature hath made.

At a crossroads poet, hears that true call
music that inflames passions in us all
for such inspires deep love and gifted hands
with verse from far above, our earthly lands.

At a crossroads, where sincere life one lives.
Soul rests free within, writes sweet words to give.

Robert J. Lindley,10-04-2019
Sonnet, ( How poetry oft inspires other poets )
(dedicated to Besma Riabi Dziri, inspired by
my reading of Besma's exquisite poem, titled
"At A Crossroads A Poet Is Born" )..........


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Snow White Ground, As She Paid Her Last Respects

Fallen tombstone, snow covered in soft white
sleeping guest, in heavy slumber - no light
once a star, across heavens he did fly
now a memory, with her asking why.

A rascal, a sailor, girl in each port
heart an impregnable shield, a steel fort
sweet honey were those words, love falsely cast
fantasy spun, his death left her aghast.

Alone she had walk to that silent grave
contemplating promises he had made
limping as she went away, foot so sore
thinking, in dark he rests, he lies no more.

Nobody saw her spinning roundhouse blow.
As down went tombstone, into soft white snow!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2019
Sonnet, ( When One Just Feels A Swift Kick Is Needed )

Note: This was originally written in 1979, as a 24 verse poem.
My muse talked me into editing it down and morphing it into a sonnet.
Yes, folks-- On rare instances, I actually listen to her......
She made a great point-- about "vengeance is best when served cold."
And now after this short, gratifying break, I will return to composing
for my renewed - Poets Tribute Series.
Up next, second poet, Edgar Allen Poe...

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Those Rosy Red Lips That Stir These Loins

My sweet lover, let thy long hair glow bright,
upon memories of love and our first night,
as the aura of this morn's gleaming sun,
gifts us a love, that can not be undone.

My sweet lover, beg I passionate kiss,
when sleeping, your soft touch I do so miss,
those rosy red lips that stir these loins,
until dawn's waking, we this world rejoin.

My sweet lover, lets rise to meet this day,
face this world, and in romance thus stay,
together shower in our immense love,
floating on air, upon white clouds above.

My sweet lover, let thy long hair glow bright.
Upon memories of love, our first night.

R. J. Lindley,
June 19th, 1974
Romantic Sonnet, ( Magnitude Of The Glory of - LOVE'S SUMPTUOUS BITE.... )

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From back in the day a wild young hell-raiser, often wrote poetry at 2 or 3 am.
Even on weekends, and even when drunk on whiskey or vodka...
perhaps even a bit better poetry when drunk on whiskey/vodka.. -Tyr

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Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak, Sonnet Doubles
Sonnet Doubles:

First sonnet

Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak

Let truth burn away your deceptive cloak
lower vanity's shield, go have a smoke,
even if, a diamond, in love's gold crown
life shows greater rise, after falling down!

In vanity's false, self-proclaimed state
live many victims of their own dark hate,
darkness, its power holds so many keys
to locks and chains, stopping those who would flee!

Look inward to devilish chains of hate
beg mercy and tempt not, a darker fate,
seek the moment, to let kindness prevail
cross joyous oceans under, pure white sails!

Black cloud that holds, your happy life at bay
Is but selfish sin, you have given sway!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019
Sonnet, ( Living in this dark world, one should seek waiting light )

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2nd sonnet

When Night Comes, Be Not Afraid Of Its Dark

When dawn sends rays of hope into your life
allow its golden glow, to wipe away strife
rise to give deep thanks and bow head to pray
seize its power to keep dark world at bay!

When new day, brings a stormy afternoon
believe brighter times will be coming soon
hitch your horse to wagon and give free reign
to trod to heart's true desire and remain!

When night comes, be not afraid of its dark
although new scenes may be scarily stark
have faith that again com'eth morn's first rays
blessings sent to all who sincerely prays!

Fear apathy that oft birth newfound woes
And world's black lies that cry-- anything goes!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019
Sonnets Doubles,
( Words On Faith, Hope And Truth- And World's Dark Course )

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Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills
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Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed )
Thus this first poem and another were born that day-from those four inspired verses. Thank you Nina for giving me permission to cite your blog and my first stanza verses it inspired that day, as the inspired source!
Written for the Alexander Pushkin tribute but was lost to me until reminded. I then searched and found it today.God bless...
(1.)
Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills
(Inspired by verses that came to me, inspired by Nina's blog)

Her soliciting eyes, gift promises of hot flaming Love.
As ruby red, sensual lips offer honey from above
She golden, romantic goddess born of heavenly skies
Presents beauty, fantastic ardor that we mortals so prize!

Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.

Thank I, that purity of heart's deepest romantic trills
Echoes vibrations that seek to stir our Love that over-spills
Into longings, honey dreams set on tables of bright fruits
As richest feasts, that our mortal desires so deeply suits!

Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.

Relive I, songs in night trysts that her kisses did inspire
Delirious and eager burns of her sexual fires
Where we woke to dawn's brilliant and enchanting golden rays
And with united hearts, bowed our grateful heads to pray!

Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.

Years have so swiftly flown by, now poetic heart recalls
Yesterdays of Love, its treasures in its great golden halls
Such grandeur, truest of grace in her passionate embrace
Brought eternal longings such as no power can erase!

Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15- 2015
Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed )


(2.)
Words Carried By Art-winds That Poetry Blows

When in a dying poet's last born gasp,
brilliant new verse his sad soul thus sings.
In its truth, those rewarded may this grasp
beauty is its renewed birth, each Spring.

From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.

Death rides a black horse called Fated Time
its galloping hooves, covered in blood red.
Against all of mankind's dark, barbaric crimes
its race victorious when each is dead!

From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.

Words carried by art-winds that poetry blows
through whispering canyons of paradise.
Their weights beyond what infinity knows
and in hope that life's and love may suffice!

From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2019
Rhyme, Second poets tribute Series
Fifth poet honored, Alexander Pushkin

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Sonnet Doubles... ( Forty year span )

( 1.)

May I, Each New Dawn Give That Softest Morning Kiss

May I, look at you with a lover's caring eyes
as you on this sandy beach, match the rising waves
beautiful hair, sexy body none can deny
and those red luscious lips this lover so craves!

May I, swim with you, in ocean surging so blue
your true happiness merging in with that of mine
whilst we together explore sweeter life anew
and upon our hot nightly love forever dine!

May I, each new dawn give that softest morning kiss
watch as my angel rise, to each day truly bless
as gift, passionate embrace, such I'll not miss
along with the ecstasy that this soul must confess!

May I, all of your days, such deep romance hold true?
May I, gift unto thee all love, that is your due?

Robert J. Lindley, May 15th, 2019
Sonnet

( 2.)

Mother Nature, Her Majestic Gifts Holds The Keys

Alone among beautiful awe inspiring trees,
soul seeking happiness solitude often brings
Mother Nature, her majestic gifts holds the keys
of earthen Life, Love and thus almost Everything

As dawn its warmth, into this eager soul soon soaks
this shattered heart wakes and thereby begins to heal
sitting here musing under this giant red oak
one sees dear life, finds its truest magnificent feel

Aware that this true splendor is oft cut to burn
this old man can not help but to shed falling tears
as sad sorrows invade to hurt and stomach turn
at nearby birds singing, suddenly old soul cheers

Countless times, I must seek refuge in this haven,
Here beg God, that this paradise is worth savin'.

R. J. Lindley, May 15th, 1979
Sonnet, ( I wonder how long this ( my secret) haven will last )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Feeling Cold Wind Gauge Every Footfall

As I ran across the smooth gleaming ice
beating heart a true miracle thus felt
would a true love in life serve to suffice
or drown me in waters where then ice melts?

Feeling cold wind gauge every footfall
spirit cried, bow thee to sweet romance
life oft is chasing that high bouncing ball
and risking it all on a gambling chance!

Safe upon firm land and sought after shore
soul rejoiced with deep sigh of relief
reminding me of my dark lust for more
and how I oft abandoned true belief!

Now I look back at, waters once flowing.
Realize most of life, was spent not knowing!

R.J. Lindley, November 24th, 1979
Sonnet, ( Ten years spent in deep grieving )

Note: Days of youth, spent fighting the onslaught
of world's savage blows and Fate's ticking clock.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Treasures Given That Will Forever Last

The red rose, colors that such pure joy brought
gleaming wet from last night's slow falling dew
are as divine gifts in darken world caught
begging Nature's gentle hands to renew,

Your life, that gave so many a new start
now has withdrawn into a waiting room
many born that deep wisdom you did impart
to ward off hard blows of world's gloom and doom,

Seeing beauty, its sheen causing a glow
of memories some bitter, most so sweet
tho' heaven may be waiting its next show
to extend its hands to your dear soul greet!

The red rose, your life, seeing beauty cast.
Treasures given that will forever last.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2019
Sonnet, ( A Poetic Dedication To Our Beloved Mother )
Manus tuae viae ducem divinus.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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She Such A Ravishing Sweet Georgia Peach

I at naked horror of truth laid bare
loved her, beauty with long raven hair,
that magnificent grace of her sweet soul
those long, curly tresses blacker than coal
yet such a goddess was beyond my reach,
she such a ravishing sweet Georgia peach!

I once found the courage to ask her out
to taker her to the fair, show her about
sadly she was that day flying abroad
twas' Fate or else a timing most flawed
kissing me soft as she walked away
saying, for thy soul I shall this day pray!

I at naked horror of truth laid bare.
Loved her, beauty with long raven hair.

R.J. Lindley, Sept 9th. 1979
Sonnet, ( She of majestic beauty, kindness and grace )

Old Note:
(Fate continues its war upon this struggling soul)

New Note:
Fate and I have fiercely battled for well over 50 years
All through those years, I've suffered heartaches and tears
Yet a blessed and deserved recompense finally at last came
Now aged and a bit wiser, this declawed lion 'tis truly tame.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime, A set of double rhyming sonnets

Stats For Poem Number (1.)
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )

Note: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/esquisse
"esquisse"...
esquisse noun
es·?quisse | \ (')e¦skes \
plural -s
Definition of esquisse
: a first usually rough sketch (as of a picture or model of a statue)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100

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Stats For Poem Number (2.)
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100

Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words

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(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
(A set of double rhyming sonnets)

Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-

And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*

Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.

Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.

R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )

(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists

When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.

When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.

R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Robert J. Lindley, January 01-2020
"Lind-Sonnet and One".. (my first finished poem of this new year), " New Year, New Dawn As Life Gasps In Sweet Awe"
(For first Dawn of New Year, May God bless poets in order to encourage- that they may write- to enrich the lives of others)

Poem Stats:
Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12 0 12
Total # Syllables::156
Total # Words:::::115


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New Year, New Dawn As Life Gasps In Sweet Awe
(Lind-Sonnet and One)

That awakening, brain gasps and shouts- Rise(!)
dawn, bright welcoming rays, crying out- See(!)
Heaven, Nature- a stupendous surprise
earth, golden treasures given unto thee!

Morn wafting breeze a beseeching heart- Stirs(!)
one's soul, deeper set, in brightest born- Lights(!
winds of true love, romantic spirit spurs
lips of her, the delights of moonlit nights!

A New Year, as Fate and Hope may gifts- Give(!)
as dark, spinning world, births its many- Paths(!)
For within sweetest joys, life we must live
trying not to bring dark gods's evil wrath!

Happiness oft arrives by our having free- Choice(!)
Dawn's awakening, life's loving we must- Rejoice(!)

Rise to see, stirs light, gives paths, of choice and rejoice.

Robert J. Lindley, January 01-2020
"Lind-Sonnet and One".. (my first finished poem of this new year)
(For first Dawn of New Year, May God bless poets in order to encourage- that they may write- to enrich the lives of others)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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QUOTE:
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast,
knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever
just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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Walk I, Naked Under Pallid New Moons

I that crieth with dawn's falling dew
Accuser of this dark world and its hate
Walk I, naked under pallid new moons
With lingering hunger, nothing can sate
As warrior, as a lover now stone-blind
A dying soul, bleeding with ink and pen
Dreams, myself in imaginative realms
Away from this world full of darkest sin
This heart and soul, each crying out for more
And knowing Time will soon end this decay
A ship never finding a safe harbor
A ghost of dead dreams, now morbidly gray
Pay heed, if thy soul seeketh Love's pure kiss....
For tis' Light and Truth that bringeth sweet bliss....

Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2020
Sonnet, ( As Whispering Wind Swirls About, To Speak )
( A pen allowed to such deep truth sing )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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From Sea, Earth And Sky, All The In Betweens

So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest
beauty dear sent at Nature's kind behest,
vivid sprouting colors, its brilliant sheen
fresh dawn's soft-born glows, its peacock like preen!

Invigorating as earth, wakes to live
splendorous as Mother Nature yet gives,
a'plenty, its fields of flowering greens
from sea, earth and sky, all the in betweens!

Inspiring hues, as poets so oft describe
Hope awarded to all, with nary a bribe,
plenitude of rainbow colors, a feast
giftings of life, with Love never the least!

Wherein, mankind sees Nature at its best.
So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2020
Sonnet, ( As seen in the mind's eye from Spring of '73 )

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words:::::100


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived )

Notes- I after having been ill these last several days,
decided to compose a bit during my recuperative break.
At first, I wrote a long and dark poem that yet again honors
Edgar Allan Poe. Still revising that one. Halted. Then
decided to do a Sonnet Triple as a challenge to myself.
Having fine tuned it, decided to post it before the dark,
and still in progress- Poe-like tribute poem.

Poem I
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::106
Poem II
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::106
Poem III
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::106

Crimson Waves Flow, As From A Red Rose,
(From Sonnet Triples)

In Time, its eternally winding winds
therein flows a grace not to be denied
Earth, Mother Nature, oft man's truest of friends
are tears of joy when in purest Love cried!

Crimson waves flowing as from a red rose
as a brave seeker his true love thus finds
she, rare beauty from head to dainty toes
loving in return sets Love chains that bind!

Together, bonded as romantic pair
soon days and nights become one joyous blur
she a graceful goddess with Raven hair
he handsome prince, sworn to never leave her!

Mother Nature, Spring's new to all given
weds in bliss, true-love and happy livin'!

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )

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Eternity, Its Scope, Life Its Great Game

Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game
Imagination, fairies dancing, trees
Love, sweet romancing, the birds and the bees.

Consider the Season, Spring- Life's new rains
Sensuality, its breath, birth- its pains
Youth, its brevity, Time its flowing winds
Passion, deep longings, what future portends.

Consider the End, darkness, all thats gone
Mere Words, written on slab of cold, hard stone
Sorrow and Loss, finality- the Grave
Truth and Light, mercy, faith that truly Saves.

Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame.
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )

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Alas, Such Is Mystery That Awaits

Beneath the rainbow, its treasures so hide
for most of life is a great and wild ride
yet within dashing days, some loss awaits
little is gained, if one too oft tempts Fate.

In our daily walks, temptation abides
from darken traps, we must close seeking eyes
with illuminated truth, search for more
dare to sail, land on paradise sweet shores.

When adversity, both heart and soul breaks
could it be a testing, that our tree shakes
shall we, in despair- curse this given life
or courage, battle world's usual strife?

Alas! Such is mystery that awaits
As we but dwell firm, within Hands of Fate.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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At The Knife Edge Of That Deep, Dark Abyss

I that was born on a dark, stormy night
So gifted at young age, deeper insight,
Lead to safety of ever brighter Light
Freed from darkest of dark, began to write.

A child begging Nature to my pleas hear
Oft with whimpering words and falling tears,
Imaginative child, whispers one hears
Tempting shadows to hit me with more fears.

A teen, mourning a death that my soul broke
Farther into books my heart sat to soak,
Awaiting each, as black the ill wind blows
Felt such abhorrent fears, as such oft goes.

By birth, sponge set to seek out Master Poe.
Living, pen and paper, writing to grow.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2020
Sonnet, ( Echoes Heard As Old Rooster Rose To Crow )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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New poem, composed today for new contest....--Tyr


Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands

Compassion, weakness or a curse
or expression of mercy's heart,
I denying Love, which is worse
than savagery this world imparts
became blind in my silent pains
an enigma, lost, out of touch
treasuring my ill-gotten gains
my lies held firm, my needed crutch.
In ignorance racing along
my repentant soul yet cried out
I running from world's teeming throngs
destiny's hand, life turned about
compassion's touch, came not too late
*I am the master of my fate.*

Robert J. Lindley
Written 3rd February 5th, 2020
For famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.

The ending line in this new sonnet: **I am the master of my fate.**
is in reference to the line chosen:
"I am the master of my fate" - written by William Ernest Henley
Credit given to William Ernest Henley for his fine verse and the poetry
and gift of power and imaginative verse it inspired.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

2-16- 2020 edit------------------------------ this poem took 2nd place in contest it was entered..-Tyr

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In The Stir Of Twilight's Emerging Gasp,
Sonnet Doubles

In the stir of twilight's emerging gasp
before the blur of Life's sad, final grasp
resides truth and Love, destiny's decree
from Heaven above, Life given you and me.

Desperation, born within our first breath
its dark, raging seas, flowing unto death
and the fruitless dreams of innocent youth
mirage of wishful lies and sadden truths.

Yet in living, romance its bounty gifts
Love's first tender touch, that truly uplifts
ones soul, with kisses sweet as honeyed wine
fruits of paradise, feasts on which we dine.

In the stir of twilight's emerging gasp.
Before the blur of Life's sad, final grasp.

R.J. Lindley, March 12th, 1979
Sonnet, ( Bounty of divine gifts given each dawn )

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When Love Vanished Into A Dying Mist

Sun died when your romantic touch left
Alas! Crying alone I am bereft
Can you now see, I fell as a dead tree
Because our love could never be three!

Time stalls and eight days never make a week
Life is paradise 'til the more you seek
Yes, it was darken fruits of sated greed
Within you, darkness grew its wicked seed!

Now dawn, its beautiful new light denies
Once golden sun, from empty weeping skies
Sweet love vanished like, early Spring snow
Moon shines paler, romance lost its bright glow.

Sun died when your romantic touch left!
Alas! Crying alone, I am bereft!

R.J. Lindley, Aug 9-1977
(Sad) Sonnet, ( Death of true love and a life cast adrift )
Fate- Its long black hand and savage pursuits.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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Within Borders Of A Dark Midnight Realm

When dark stillness, brings its low, eerie hush
soft echoing whimpers, the night then parades
as clock is ticking, minutes seem to rush
midnight shadows dance in silent charades.

Beyond open window, breeze stirs moon's glow
Nature chants into dreamlike melodies
Then comes the monster that so mighty grows
As it steps crush, even tallest oak trees.

Graveyard releases its new buried guests
and through the air fly wickedness on wings
hell's abyss, gifts sent at dark Lord's behest
as fear its immense powers of dark sings.

When dark stillness, spits its black-venom out.
Monsters, horrors and nightmares roam about.

R.J. Lindley, 10-09- 1973
Dark Sonnet, ( Looking Into That Darkest Of Evil Abyss )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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She That Time And Fate Can Never Erase

BEHOLD- she that a torn heart can repair,
a Venus that bright stars envy and praise
she that reflects morn's firstborn golden rays
sumptuous love, beyond mortal compare!

Soft as silk glistening as fallen dew
blithe spirit, born of Aphrodite's gifts
she of dreams, radiant hope sent so swift
treasured kisses that sets my world anew!

State of resplendent royal purple glow
siren serenading sweetest of songs
awarding respite from world's teeming throngs
sweet as honey, pure as fresh fallen snow!

"O, but for that end true love reunites,
may destiny's arrows fly swift and right!

Darling, my beloved- of beauty's grace
She that Time and Fate can never erase!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2020
Sonnet, plus two( Lind-Sonnet And Two )
( Born of a summer of love in 1973 )
Yet now, thrives as a dream that was
once lived and now tis' deeply treasured!

Dedicated to the inspiration that Byron
and his magnificent poetry has gifted
to this too oft dark and sad world....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams

Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams

Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.

Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.

Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.

Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
see my new blog on this amazing poet...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020


This poem has now been awarded ---- Poem Of The Day --- at my home poetry site, - today, 3/12/2020.--Tyr

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(1.)

Deep Within Woes Of Love's First Dying Breath,
Sonnet Doubles

Lost, I am not there, you can not reach me
woe, dark and naked- all life is not fair
tho' heavy blows hurt, they do not teach me
nor my rebellion prove I do not care.
What cost, does battling iron hard life gain
woe, will not victory's breath life thus save
man's heart from torn soul, fated shards of pain
in raging wrath, I slay dear hope I crave!
Morn's frost, its gem glows, penetrate my haze
woe, dare I entreat its whispering calls
in my own retreat, cast aside love's craze
storm the dark castle, burn its wicked halls!

Lost, I am not there, you can not reach me.
Tho' heavy blows hurt, they do not teach me!

Robert J. Lindley, June 1975, April 19th 2020
Sonnet,
( Stand Vigilant, Against That Dark Wind That Forever Blows )
Edited and rewritten for sonnet doubles..

Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words:::::120

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(2.)
Within Stone, Writhing Silently To Step On Out,
Sonnet Doubles

Within stone, writhing silently to step on out
not to atone but rather to cry and loud shout
on sorrows born of paths blind to reality,
falsehoods created by man's ingenuity!

Within dark winds, churning up ghastly gusts of hurts
nothing defends, raging evils in gushing spurts
or those pains birthing deep searing relentless aches
shattering love as its romantic passions break!

Within dying lights, remnants of hope and regrets
can woes, shortness of life be as good as it gets
echoes of nights, shades of Poe's pain in black abyss
and weeping tears remind of that last goodbye kiss!

Within stone, writhing silently to step on out.
Not to atone but rather to cry and loud shout.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-19-2020
Sonnet, ( Within The Maddening Cries Of Needless Death And Loss )
Written for sonnet doubles..

Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words:::::118

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost, Sonnet Doubles
Poet's Notes

NOTES

Poem number (1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, ( Doubles), ( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind )

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

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Poem Number (2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, (Doubles), ( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts )

Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables::112
Total # Words::::::90

Sonnet doubles, a look at this dark world...RJL

(1.)

What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost


Dark spirit, sad heart battling against mortal mind
sad breath of warfare and its slashing bloody blades
aftermath, in death's red-gore, truth hard to find
and those so slain, sad march in Hades' ghost parades!

What of Humanity, Life and Happiness lost
gleaming bright dawns millions will never again see
woe, hideous price paid, at highest of dear costs
dregs of hate and unseen loss to both you and me!

Can living bring joy, or loving bring needed peace
will death with its red-laced hand our demise delay
or Time, its steady winds bring that sweetest release
as blood-lust power demands war forever stays!

Alas! We each must face world's ravenous deep dark!
In this churning ocean, hide from Death's hungry shark!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, ( Doubles),
( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind )

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(2.)

Flames Cooking, Life's Slow Coming Feast


Meat in black iron pot stewing
while life's troubles are dark brewing
night brings its hidden blacken paths
frailty of flesh in its deep wraths.

Flames cooking, life's slow coming feast
wicked the meal ate by the beast
night only dies when sun peeks out
morbid loud moans racing death's shout!

Pot now steaming, flames shine below
futile dreaming, pain all poets know
in the oven, baking fresh bread
please free me, words too often said!

Black curse meal cooked by hungry beast.
No time to wretch, rancid the feast!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, (Doubles),
( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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When Spring, Its New Symphony One's Pleading Soul Hears

When Spring, its velvet fingers sweeter music plays
New dawns gasping with sunlight streaming all around
Vanished, icy chills from somber winter days
Replaced by Nature's beauty and its living sounds
Life takes on a new bounce, heart a jubilant song
World opens up, its echoes crying out, "Let us live"
We that in this realm must battle to get along
And in hope of hopes, strive to love and act to give!

When Spring, its eager hands majestic music sends
Nights may bring blessings of hot romantic fevers
Life, Love, Harmony, Creation so softly blends
Dancing depths of beauty, makes us true believers!

When Spring, its new symphony one's pleading soul hears
We may live, leaving behind past sorrows and tears!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2020
Sonnet, ( From A Walk In The Bright Woods On A Sweet New Morn )

Note:
Striving to leave doom and gloom behind, I wrote this new poem.
A poem born from a memory of a new Spring day back in 1977.
That Saturday morn while getting breakfast at a nearby restaurant,
I met a ravishingly beautiful lady and instantly fell in love.
Such bliss as one can never forget and later Fate's cruel hand
that brought that loss that forever burns as cries in midnight dreams
of a devastating loss that scars one's soul forever.
The poem expresses the beauty and joy of that first morn and both
of our deep loves of Nature and its many gifts.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020
Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us )

Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables::196
Total # Words::::::136

In That Magical Moment, Stars Align, Happiness Reigns

In that magical inner sanctum where heart truly sees
far more than the banks and eddies of the rivers we swim
there colors of Life in vibrant idiosyncrasies
far exceed and outshine saddest gasps of our fleshly whims.

In that magical realm, one's soul may meditate and grasp
wake new morn, to mortal breath and Cosmos Fated decrees
embrace Hope with knowledge that we need to finally clasp
firmly true love of Life in earth's many bountiful seas.

In that magical sight, dreams may gift deeper countenance
of the many deeply blinded trails we foolishly tread
setting us on sweet paths of Light and blessed sustenance
wake us to reality, Life ends not when we are dead!

In that magical moment, stars align, happiness reigns
We can find anew Faith, Light and Love gifts eternal gains!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020
Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us )

Note: New day, morn says yesterday's footprints are dusty
reminders that life continues ever onward, despite our worries
and too oft overblown fears. Fate will not be thwarted, and
what will be- will be..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020


Found that the new grim reality of the results from the fear and panic
and its harm will not be repaired anytime soon. Likely to be decades if
even half of it gets repaired. Such reality that set me to compose a
new poem about the other reality, that we always exist in a world
hellbent on celebrating/promoting darkness, destruction, evil and too
oft untimely death unto we mortals. Fate and our own deep blindness
combine to lead us along a bloody, and futile path into most of the
worries, woes and sadness we encounter. Yet Light, Truth and Faith
can and does counter that folly. I hope many wake up to the fear
blindness that some have caused with their overblown predictions
and their many deliberate outright lies about this new scourge.
And that this nation gets back on its feet and deals out some well
earned justice unto those that have caused far more harm than the
virus has, imho. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings
Poet's Notes

Notes:

Poem (1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar )

Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::112

Poem (2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4/27/2020
Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard )

Note:
When once life turns to embrace bitter blacks
soul becomes lost by needed light it lacks
darkness sings its ballads, its aching tunes
hard to eat soup with hollow, broken spoons...

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:240
Total # Words:::::175

* Light and Dark, Composing Contrasting Doubles.

(1.)

Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings

New sounds coming from an old forest deep
and whispers that like loud cannon blasts boom
yet amidst such din, romance invades sleep
through open window you enter my room.

Resting quiet at the foot of my bed
my darling, pure joy cast for there you stood
in silken robes, golden crown on your head
I beg, stay always if only you could!

As you gift smiles and Love from bluest eyes
lonely soul cries can such bliss will remain
there in glows soft cast by yellow moon sky
we join to kiss and your loss you explain.

I turn to see as forest again sings.
Begging eternity, what true love brings.

R.J. Lindley, 4-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar )

(2.)

Lost In The Shadow-land, A Ghostly Wind

Lost in the shadow-land, a ghostly wind
sad, poor prophet of what life now portends
aging hands, blue heart- immune to hour's breath
held dear, memories of Love unto death,
aghast at forest of boulders once laid
no longer fond of sad music well played.

Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades.
Dancing the blues, in life's little parades.

Lost in the shadow-land, black snow neck deep
grim harvester of tears I wade in sleep
aging feet, walking down trails of red dust
onward into world's darkness, go I must,
in awe of the might of this truth profound
great pity is Love, that is never found!

Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades.
Dancing the blues, in life's little parades.

Lost in the shadow-land, seeking relief
wrecked by folly of my dying belief
aging eyes, blinded by lost Hope and pain
wrestling dark winds of heartache without gain,
torn by, sorrows born from Life's many blues
hurt set, fated loss without any clues!

Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades.
Dancing the blues, in life's little parades.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020
Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard )


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Honest Are We, Embolden Truths Dare We To Face

Saddest are we that attempt bending Light
clash within ourselves, when all hope seems lost
unfathomable, yet we strive with might,
to defeat loss and Love at any cost!

Truest are we that dare in seeking to learn
while world in heavy chains so firmly binds
dare we to pray and our redemption earn,
forgiving sins, to heal our wounded minds!

Bravest are we that our lives truly live
decide to stay and not retreat in flight
offer up shattered hearts to mercy give,
even tho' success may not be in sight!

Honest are we, embolden Truths dare we to face.
Weakest are we, thinking True Love we can replace.

Robert J. Lindley, May 1- 2020
Sonnet, ( Thoughts Born From A Sojourn In The Deep Woods )

Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:144
Total # Words::::110

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From previous poem fragment posted in prose poetry thread.
This is the finished version-- a sonnet.


We Must Endure Time, Life's Brevity Oft Under Dying Skies

In turmoil heart denies sad echoes far too oft heard
rumblings of despair, jealousies and despicable words
So hard this flung stone into space silently flies
we must endure Time, Life's brevity oft under dying skies
Gone are those failed glories of achings oft brought
as vast universe in its long, cold shadows has taught
Vain are those heartless and blackened souls of mankind
for lonely cold is darkness resting within mortal minds
An immense chasm bitter cold, deep and abhorrently wide
A convenient fortress in which evil so cleverly hides
Massive walls that hold within, pain and sufferings cast
self-inflicted from uncovering graves of a dark past!

From within such destruction is nurtured and thus wrought.
As penalties of dark treasures that we so foolishly bought!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2020
Sonnet, ( Those Mysteries Colliding Within Span Of A Life )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thanking Heavens Above For Your Every Breath

Walking a most fine line betwixt and between life and death
thanking Heavens above for your every breath,
myself, my heart, my soul- and my passion aflame
your gasping sighs, your kiss, prove our Love is no game.
Love's truth in the minutes, the hours, the blissful days
beauty within your most tender and graceful ways,
the pure honey sweet of waking at dawn with you
satisfaction with life and true loving we two.
Within the great ecstasy that your soft touch brings
in that moment, that epic joy - this grateful heart sings
both sun and sky smile upon such a wedded pair
I thank God, in this joining we both treasures share!

Walking a most fine line betwixt and between Life and Death.
Thanking Heavens above for your every breath!

R. J. Lindley, July 10th. 1973(original unedited version..)
Sonnet, ( Romanticism, Searching for Love's Holy Grail )

Old Note-- July 12th 1973
May this note, this letter, this poem stir the flames in your heart
With the prayer that Love never allows us to part
That vow we both swore and Life we now each hour, each day live.
Bears dear, passionate embraces and gems born that we each other give.

New Note: May, 7th, 2020
This from the graveyard of youthful love
From the memory of what Life often brings about
That what is soul deep may yet prematurely perish
And we may fail to hold on to that which we most cherish..

I wrote a new sonnet as a reply to this old one that I once gave her.
In it a bit of wisdom found and sincere regret at my youthful folly.
Not sure if I should post it here. As how much dare a poet reveal
about his past love, life and that which once so crushed a weeping heart?
Is it a little, a bit more or the entire whole of it all????????????????


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thanking Heavens Above For Your Every Breath

Walking a most fine line betwixt and between life and death
thanking Heavens above for your every breath,
myself, my heart, my soul- and my passion aflame
your gasping sighs, your kiss, prove our Love is no game.
Love's truth in the minutes, the hours, the blissful days
beauty within your most tender and graceful ways,
pure honey sweetness of waking at dawn with you
satisfaction with life, true love given we two.
Within greatest ecstasy that your soft touch brings
in that moment, that epic joy - this grateful heart sings
both sun and sky smile upon such a wedded pair
I thank God, in joining we both treasure and share!

Walking a most fine line betwixt and between Life and Death.
Thanking Heavens above for your every breath!

R. J. Lindley, July 10th. 1973
Sonnet, ( Romanticism, Searching for Love's Holy Grail )

Old Note-- July 12th 1973
May this note , this letter stir the flames in your heart
With the prayer that Love never allows us to part
That vow we both swore and Life we now each hour, each day live.
Bears passionate embraces and gems born that we each other give.

New Note: May, 7th, 2020
This from the graveyard of youthful love
From the memory of what Life often brings about
That what is soul deep may yet prematurely perish
And we may fail to hold on to that which we most cherish..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Walked The Wet Sands, Just Beyond Lapping Waves

I walked the wet sands, just beyond lapping waves
with every footstep, sincere prayer said that saves
morning sun was then rising, heart was beating strong
cool wind was blowing, hopeful and true dreams along
melancholy were the sounds as waves wet soft sands,
Heaven was beaming, its glory across the lands.

I walked the long day, future waving ahead
leaving behind sorrows, grabbing sweet live instead
orange sun was setting, each step a blessed gift
Nature began singing, soft prayers that so uplift,
never more the doubting or the deep aching pains
praising God by shouting, only true faith remains!

I walked the wet sands, just beyond lapping waves
with every footstep, sincere prayer said that saves.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2020
Sonnet, ( Starting A Cool Morn, First Day Of Vacation )

Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words::::118


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1053-chained-sonnet/

Chained sonnet:
Chained Sonnet is any sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.

The elements of the Chained sonnet are:

the verse is written in any sonnet form.
chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.

Double Chained Sonnets

(1.)
Clock Sounding, Its Hum Of Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,
Double Chained Sonnets

World, our existence, more than mere charades
charades of fantasy, dreams and parades
parades often growing beyond the pale
pale in reality, to pits of hell.
Hell born of deepest darkness, lies one rides
rides of vanities, sin of mortal prides
prides born of aching heart's truth deep inside
inside soul of man, its dark oft so wide.
Wide open arms, beseeching ever more
more pleasures, gold treasures, another score
score of greed, its ever increasing weight
weight and true measures, set by hands of Fate
Fate and world's alarm, ever sounding clock
Clock sounding, its hum of tick-tock, tick-tock!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2019
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
( What Fate And Time Allows of Mortal Flesh )

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:100

(2.)

Face History Of Humanity's Plight

Hope in life's walk and better tomorrows
tomorrows, dreams erasing sad sorrows
sorrows in marrows of decaying bones
bones too often broken by falling stones.
Stones and bloody cuts from great battles fought
fought in trenches, where mind and soul are caught
caught bleeding out heart's saddest of sad pains
pains beating woe'some fears, seeping dark stains.
Stains coloring ones journey through life's span
span of fleeting moments, gems cast to man
man within earthen realm, at its fast pace
pace of a journey and end each must face.
Face history of humanity's plight.
Plight, mortality, dread of darkest night!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2019
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
( World, Humanity And Inherent Weakness Of The Flesh )

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


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love Fruits, Passion's Meals On Which I Once Sup

When I ponder my life, its fleeing years-
Youth with its blessings and its cold dark fears;
Wandering through world and paths not taken
Truth of the sorrows and those forsaken;
Faint gaspings of romantic interludes;
Treasures lost, unforgiving attitudes;
Celebrating those small victories gained,
Savoring what true love in life remained.

Whispers searching soul once so gaily heard,
Morn's sweet call, with its warbling of songbirds,
Lessons learned from sorrows, pain's dark cup
Love fruits, passion's meals on which I once sup
What life was, later what it came to be;
What finally made a good man of me.


Robert J. Lindley, 6-15-2020
Sonnet, ( However 'tis long the journey, 'tis never enough )

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Youth, Oft Eyes Are But Dark Jaded Spheres

The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
Are just shadows we see before life's truth
In youth, oft eyes are but dark jaded spheres
That deny and guard against our deep fears
Wherein Life's stream veers in its steady flow
Bypassing so much mortals never know
As we journey into our fated fates
Choosing between light's truth and darken gates
Oft as a lost souls seeking that true path
Yet not seeing Time's decay and death's wrath
At mercy of forces as yet unseen
Never more than when racing on as teens
Those Gods laughing so loudly as we flail
Reveal they live within fires of Hell.

R.J. Lindley, November 26th, 1977
Sonnet, ( Tragic Reality Of Life, Youth And This World's Wrath )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch

In that Silent hour, reflecting on life
Its bitter and sour, constant daily strife
That slow aching darkness of midnight black
Woes of destiny that throws us off track
Cast into swollen streams surging along
Weeping melody from life's sadder songs,
A stab, a cut against the growing pain
Loss, where we say never, never again!

In Silent hours, pondering sweeter gifts
Of Love, Friendship, Dawn's Glow that so uplifts
Dare we this thought thus gratefully embrace
We are all brothers, in this human race.

In Silent hours, when Hope may truly touch
Faith joins Love's power, when Life seems too much!

Sonnet, 6/23/2020

Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Once Cried To Be Stardust In Your Eyes

I once cried to be stardust in your eyes,
lighting your tender heart with heavenly glow
as treasure to you, fallen from bright skies
for blessed kindness, sweet love you would sow;
yet such gift was simply never to be
my passionate embrace you never felt
I sorrowed alone in my empty sea
while upon gold altar of fame you knelt.

Tis this great burden I must stalwart bear
for in my fear I dared not pursue
a goddess of beauty and raven hair,
more I feared, farther away you flew.

I once cried to be stardust in your eyes.
As treasure to you, fallen from bright skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2020
Sonnet, ( The Many Sorrowing Paths That Fate Spins )


Note: 6/23/2020
This was originally written for a contest.
I never entered it because it became a sonnet
instead of the seven verse as required
by the contest stipulation.
I simply could not bear to shorten it..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Moonlit Rays Bounce On Jasmine Scented Hair

She first came to me in the setting sun
her long searching soul wondrously agape
that June night dancing having youthful fun
in her arms, I begged for no escape.

Moonlit rays bounce on jasmine scented hair
as earth, time itself stood silently still
none matched or could her bluest eyes compare
for beauty's truth and grace of that night's thrill.

Days glory resplendent, hours were treasure
morns set each soft and deep romantic kiss
her heavenly touch was beyond measure
we sought heart's every moment not to miss.

She coming to me with the setting sun
I would again race to in a mad run.

Robert J. Lindley, Aug 3rd, 1979
edited and presented 6-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Romantic fervor and sensual delights )
( Where In Youth A Great Treasure Was Once Found )

Note:
From a memory thus was born
feast of love and youthful kissing
she from my arms fatefully torn
heart shall forever be missing....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Eternity Exists That We May Love

I hide not our love, its fathomless deep,
rising fevers from heart that never sleeps.
I love you, as morn's dew kisses the rose
a blessing and gem that forever grows.

I love you dear and your enduring grace,
that radiant smile on your lovely face.
Your voice, your soft, tender kisses given
for such love, all my life I have striven.

Your beauty, this willing heart truly slays
and in our hearts, romance so gaily plays.
Never shall world's dark our love interfere
for truth is, our love is always so dear.

Eternity exists that we may love.
I the eager hands, you the silken gloves.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-08-2020
Romanticism (sonnet),
( When Greatest Treasure Has Been Found )

Note:
This sonnet was composed in 1973,
I was then only 19 years old.
recorded it in my private journal.
Later edited it again and recorded it
in another current journal in 1984.
I have edited to post it here today
with only very minor changes to the
last two verses. (7/08/2020)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

edit:
At age 19 I thought I had found the truest love,
and I had on my part. Sadly my beautiful wife
loved another- that love was for partying and drugs.
That weakness (that drug addiction) eventually destroyed
everything. Sad but true..
Youth and learning the hard way goes together.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You



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Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere.

Venus de Milo
Venus de Milo
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Some scholars believe Aphrodite’s worship came to Greece from the East; many of her attributes recall the ancient Middle Eastern goddesses Ishtar and Astarte. Although Homer called her “Cyprian” after the island chiefly famed for her worship, she was already Hellenized by the time of Homer, and, according to Homer, she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione, his consort at Dodona. In Book VIII of the Odyssey, Aphrodite was mismatched with Hephaestus, the lame smith god, and she consequently spent her time philandering with the handsome god of war, Ares (by whom she became the mother of Harmonia, the warrior twins Phobos and Deimos, and Eros, the god of love).

Aphrodite
Aphrodite
Sculpture of Aphrodite.
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Of Aphrodite’s mortal lovers, the most important were the Trojan shepherd Anchises, by whom she became the mother of Aeneas, and the handsome youth Adonis (in origin a Semitic nature deity and the consort of Ishtar-Astarte), who was killed by a boar while hunting and was lamented by women at the festival of Adonia. The cult of Adonis had underworld features, and Aphrodite was also connected with the dead at Delphi.

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Aphrodite’s main centres of worship were at Paphos and Amathus on Cyprus and on the island of Cythera, a Minoan colony, where in prehistoric times her cult probably originated. On the Greek mainland, Corinth was the chief centre of her worship. Her close association with Eros, the Graces (Charites), and the Horae (Seasons) emphasized her role as a promoter of fertility. She was honoured by the Roman poet Lucretius as Genetrix, the creative element in the world. Her epithets Urania (Heavenly Dweller) and Pandemos (Of All the People) were ironically taken by the philosopher Plato (in the Symposium) to refer to intellectual and common love; rather, the title Urania was honorific and applied to certain Asian deities, while Pandemos referred to her standing within the city-state. Among her symbols were the dove, pomegranate, swan, and myrtle.

Venus Genetrix
Venus Genetrix
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Representations of Aphrodite in early Greek art are fully dressed and without distinguishing features that differentiate her from other goddesses. She first attained individuality at the hands of the great 5th-century-BCE Greek sculptors. Perhaps the most famous of all statues of Aphrodite was carved by Praxiteles for the Cnidians. The first full-scale female nude, it later became the model for such Hellenistic masterpieces as the Venus de Milo (2nd century BCE).


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Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere.

Venus de Milo
Venus de Milo
Aphrodite, known as Venus de Milo, marble sculpture, 2nd century BCE; in the Louvre, Paris.
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Some scholars believe Aphrodite’s worship came to Greece from the East; many of her attributes recall the ancient Middle Eastern goddesses Ishtar and Astarte. Although Homer called her “Cyprian” after the island chiefly famed for her worship, she was already Hellenized by the time of Homer, and, according to Homer, she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione, his consort at Dodona. In Book VIII of the Odyssey, Aphrodite was mismatched with Hephaestus, the lame smith god, and she consequently spent her time philandering with the handsome god of war, Ares (by whom she became the mother of Harmonia, the warrior twins Phobos and Deimos, and Eros, the god of love).

Aphrodite
Aphrodite
Sculpture of Aphrodite.
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Of Aphrodite’s mortal lovers, the most important were the Trojan shepherd Anchises, by whom she became the mother of Aeneas, and the handsome youth Adonis (in origin a Semitic nature deity and the consort of Ishtar-Astarte), who was killed by a boar while hunting and was lamented by women at the festival of Adonia. The cult of Adonis had underworld features, and Aphrodite was also connected with the dead at Delphi.

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Aphrodite’s main centres of worship were at Paphos and Amathus on Cyprus and on the island of Cythera, a Minoan colony, where in prehistoric times her cult probably originated. On the Greek mainland, Corinth was the chief centre of her worship. Her close association with Eros, the Graces (Charites), and the Horae (Seasons) emphasized her role as a promoter of fertility. She was honoured by the Roman poet Lucretius as Genetrix, the creative element in the world. Her epithets Urania (Heavenly Dweller) and Pandemos (Of All the People) were ironically taken by the philosopher Plato (in the Symposium) to refer to intellectual and common love; rather, the title Urania was honorific and applied to certain Asian deities, while Pandemos referred to her standing within the city-state. Among her symbols were the dove, pomegranate, swan, and myrtle.

Venus Genetrix
Venus Genetrix
Venus Genetrix (or Aphrodite Genetrix), Roman marble copy of a Classical Greek statue by Callimachus, c. 475 BCE; in the collection of the Louvre, Paris.
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Representations of Aphrodite in early Greek art are fully dressed and without distinguishing features that differentiate her from other goddesses. She first attained individuality at the hands of the great 5th-century-BCE Greek sculptors. Perhaps the most famous of all statues of Aphrodite was carved by Praxiteles for the Cnidians. The first full-scale female nude, it later became the model for such Hellenistic masterpieces as the Venus de Milo (2nd century BCE).

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Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere.



Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You, Sonnet Doubles

Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams
burning flames to my heart's inner desires
your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems
goddess of love, true love that never tires.

Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights
we meet, in a dreamland made just for two
your vision bringing forth love's most sensual light
passionate touch, Cupid's arrows shot true.

Aphrodite, no heart can your deep love deny
or satisfaction from your every kiss
you are soft twinkle of stars in radiant sky
epitome of love, life, joyous bliss.

Within this heaving breast, is your heart to now hold.
Your passionate embrace, I am forever sold.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( Forever Lost In The Sweet Depths Of A True Love )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Remember All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Within a silken tapestry of dreams
are golden orbs of glittering treasures
life is too often not what it may seem
if we in haste seek only our pleasures.
Far better to view Nature, its beauty
as if a mere child just learning to walk
knowing life is a gift not a duty
we oft may learn more without idle talk.

Cease snatching up offerings this world casts
those tempting traps that look to be so free
Ulysses was pleading, bound to ship's mast
to jump overboard into raging seas.

Remember all that glitters is not gold.
Bountiful are worldly lies we are told.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( If it looks to good to be true, almost always it isn't)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020


I was reminded yesterday of a collaboration poem I did with
a poet friend several years back. The subject was Aphrodite.
This morn I decided to write another poem about that
mythical goddess. I wrote the poem as a longer piece-then
decided to shorten it to be a sonnet.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch

In that Silent hour, reflecting on life
Its bitter and sour, constant daily strife
That slow aching darkness of midnight black
Woes of destiny that throws us off track
Cast into swollen streams surging along
Weeping melody from life's sadder songs,
A stab, a cut against the growing pain
Loss, where we say never, never again!

In Silent hours, pondering sweeter gifts
Of Love, Friendship, Dawn's Glow that so uplifts
Dare we this thought thus gratefully embrace
We are all brothers, in this human race.

In Silent hours, when Hope may truly touch
Faith joins Love's power, when Life seems too much!

Sonnet, 6/23/2020

Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

This was awarded second place in the contest.
I am sorry that I most often do not remember to come back and list the placements my poem get in contests.
I just get far too busy with new poems and my other writings.
I very likely have about 40 or more poems with first place awarded that I have not came back to list here.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Discovery Of What Sadness Lies Just Behind The Curtain

Like a pale vapor, time flieth away
whose invisible hands each season make
some heavenly glory, others dark gray,
such blindness, causing ones love to forsake.

Like a raging wind, life oft sorrows bring
with harsh nights, as God fails to intervene
clock slow sounding, as its sad tick-tocks sing,
of love's deep hurts, where tragedy convenes.

Like a weary road, where dusty clouds rise
to embrace epic loss and sweet sorrows
none so tragic as traps our minds devise,
in darkest of hours and hopeless tomorrows.

O'lord, will better days ever again return.
As we pray for sweet gifts, we did nothing to earn.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2020
Sonnet, ( Dark And Tragic, Are The Great Woes Of Man )

Note:
Composed today as I have this morn learned of another
dear and lifelong friend's sad passing. RJL


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Will She Shed Tears On My Headstone

When my ghost and I fade away
into earth's breast that final day
shall I rest in paradise hills
or as a fish among the rills
lay beneath blue of foaming seas
leaving these olden bones in me?

When this earthen spirit takes flight
flying from worry and world's blight
can looking back it then realize
life and love were the greatest prize
or would sorrows its sight then blind
love's sweet remnants from mortal mind.

When body is laid underground
music plays, yet heard is no sound
could her image and love give aid
to heal the wounds regrets have made?

When life flees and I rest alone.
Will she shed tears on my headstone?

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Sonnet, ( Pondering Thoughts Born Before Death Arrives )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wouldst I Become, Last Gasp Of Dying Star

Wouldst I become, last gasp of dying star
brighter glow in Heaven's majestic sky
existing as hope's promise from afar
gifting inspiration before I die.

Wouldst I become, pure as sweet love affirms
a soft flame, warmth to sooth a hurting soul
true warrior to defeat world's evil terms
an illumination to sacred scroll.

Wouldst I become, saving grace to my love
waiting shelter in times of sad despair
golden rays of tenderness from above
alleviating woes too hard to bear.

Wouldst I become, light to life's dark defeat.
Lover, your destiny sets you to meet.

R.J. Lindley, 4-25- 1979
Sonnet, ( From Starlit Sky, A Magnificent Dream Was Born )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Hope And Revelation, Conversation With Dawn's Promise, Double Sonnets
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Robert J. Lindley, 8/30/2020
Double sonnets

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10

0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10
Total # Syllables:280
Total # Words:220
( Each sonnet is exactly 140 syllables, 110 words )
Setting the total at 280+220= 500
In February of 1980 ( 2-80 ), I had finished exactly 500 poems
recorded in journals since my start of logging my
poems in since 1974. That was with my first six years of writing....
In February of this year (2-20), I started again composing poems
in a private journal. Poems not to be seen by anybody until after
my passing. I decided this morn at 3 am to compose these two sonnets,
in a positive and uplifting shift now to steer myself into seeing
life for what it is-- "a truly precious gift".
And hope with my doing so, that my recent blues shall be diminished
and even eventually be cast completely away. If so, this will be a fruitful
8 hours spent composing... And a joy celebrated.. God bless....
Such explains the numbers I set to reach when I started this task.
I have always loved Math, History, Nature, Poetry and Reading.-RJL.


Within Hope And Revelation, Conversation With Dawn's Promise,
Double Sonnets

I. - (The Questioning, Man's Sad Blindness)

Dawn have you come again bearing sweet gifts
to dance anew as this earth's sunlight shifts,
welcome friend, ever glowing boldly bright
dear relief from former darkness of night,
as morning's first call, to wake- be alive
ponder this spinning realm, seeking to strive.

Dawn do you soft cry as you fade away
bemoan loss of joy brought by break of day,
dread the arrival of sun-cast high noon
envy night's beauty with its golden moon,
alas, 'tis your heart bursting all the more
for worship of you, as sad souls implore?

Dawn will you, this blessed day, watch me pray.
Begging God's love in this my life, please stay?

~~~

II. - (The Revelations And Light Shone)

I am dawn's truth, to you I now reply
from me you seek more, may I ask you why,
why my resplendent glowing, sweetest gifts
are not enough to your sad soul uplift,
dare I change, in error my dance alter
because within you sorrows now falter?

I dawn proclaim, light's power is my fame
you must now see, living is not a game,
in brilliant new rays, jewels are thus cast
inspiration- seek love's touch, joy that lasts,
revelation, learn to love life anew
allow brighter glows take away your blues.

I dawn to you, this solemn vow now make.
Gifting you gems, as my light - darkness breaks!

Robert J. Lindley, 8/30/2020
Double sonnets- ( Hoping To Inspire Others When Life beats Them Down)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight

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

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

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

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

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

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables:142
Total # Words:112

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

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


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Russ]

You've been doing some nice and contemplative writing lately, Robert. Really nice. :clap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You've been doing some nice and contemplative writing lately, Robert. Really nice. :clap:

Thank you my friend. Writing keeps my mind off of my worries and is a many decades old habit of mine.
Lately it has been a true godsend and an even more important exercise to me to vigilantly be engaged in..
God bless..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The new poem titled, "Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight", I wrote it just yesterday,
this morning it was awarded Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site.
Seems it was a huge hit and connected with the poets there very well.
I was very shocked to find that it scored that fast, and that well... -Tyr

[Russ]

The new poem titled, "Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight", I wrote it just yesterday,
this morning it was awarded Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site.
Seems it was a huge hit and connected with the poets there very well.
I was very shocked to find that it scored that fast, and that well... -Tyr


Nice, Robert! :cool:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beyond The Horizon, Dwelling In Sunset's Red

Beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
all is right - no compromising, silk sheets, soft bed
Cool streams leading to good, world exists with no stains
love wins just as it should, nights holding no dark pains.

Beyond the horizon, hell's wrath can not invade
new morn's rising, magnificent life hope has made
Days spent in wonder, sworn to promises of more
ships sailing on seas of splendor, from shore to shore.

Paradise there seeing, Nature's hidden palace
glory in being, free of man's dark and malice
Earth's sweet pleasures, love over-filled beyond measure
time spent in leisure, where true love is the treasure.

Red skyline's glow, looms castles of eternity.
Wrapped in love's, sincerest hope and serenity.

R.J. Lindley
July 9th, 1971
Sonnet

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul,
(A sad tale of life lived, in three sonnets united)....


I.
Alas! Can man ever conquer such doom and gloom
walk in the light, a true path forswearing to take
does our wicked world ever give us that much room
allowing life's true dignity for goodness sake?

Did not the mighty Greeks beseech their Gods in vain
while living in a vile and epic blinded state
seeking to remove worldly ills and thus maintain
shallow paradise, as only fools can relate?

Lo! This lie our sad and dark world dares repeat
parading its tempting sins as gifted treasures
setting traps, laying golden palaces at our feet
giving us falsified glory beyond measure.

Of this, we eat dessert with its poison hidden.
Blinded by desires, lusts, wickedness forbidden.

II.
Another bite of courage perhaps 'tis my last
would it suffice, only time's truth will ever tell
darkness swirled, its heartaches returning from my past
in that suffocation was born another hell.

Could life and fantastic hope this curse serve to break
would any amount of valor serve to dismiss
when all of my honor it has forsworn to take
as scurrilous hands crush love's magnificent bliss?

Another bite, a heaping helping of regret
what little remained of bravado and elan
gamble on love, upon life, you take what you get
you pay the Pied Piper, learn to live with the pain.

What serves man greater than serenity's sweet peace?
Certainly not the red-blood of war's dark release!

III.
In yet another realm, the old poet rejoiced
his pen its resounding victories did so ink
those dear certitudes of romantic gems he voiced
as in gasping compilations of wit, he sinks.

In dawn-glory and day's promise, he often dwelt
making corrections of accursed nightmares born
baring heart and soul, deep heartbreaking pains he felt
admitting his past follies that his life has torn.

With ink and paper bright new castles he erects
not as fantasy he believes but as hope's touch
set up as an eternal quest to self-reflect
pray its aggrandizements to be not too much!

Pity that past hopes and dreams we can not remake
And as well fulfill those vows we too oft forsake!

Robert J. Lindley, original July 2014,
edit 2017, 10-16-2020....


Note (1.):
Each of the 3 sonnets is exactly per sonnet
Syllables per line:
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total number of syllables:168
Total number of words:116

Total syllables= 504
Total words= 348

Note (2.)
This very revealing piece was written originally
as a private poem intended for my children to read
after my mortal passing. It was left as a fragment
until I started to compose the third sonnet yesterday
and was able to finish it today. Present it today.

**We are oft no more than blink of the eye
our time a mere wisp, of mark set to die
yet we may think better if we but try
and live to reach well beyond earth and sky**...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Deep Darkness, The Hope, Words Sent To Plead

I am lost, wicked world grants no reprieve
Castle of darkness, black-cast to deceive
Towers staggering in the boiling mist
I that dare to shake my angry left fist
From the deep chasm, life is set to perish
Within fated storm lies all I cherish
Night- born horrors seem to forever last
I pray peace, such that was lost in the past.

The cold black ocean, its cavernous mouth
Winter's icy cold that sends life down South
No sanctuary, no joy to be had
Life and sorrows, seems all of it is bad.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, will it bright shine.
Allowing happy days on which to dine?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2020
Sonnet, ( Wishing Upon Hope And Sincere Prayers)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gold Within The Ink May Heart's Depths Relay

The gold within the ink, it truly glows
As golden afternoon sun slowly sinks,
Night arrives to gift its many shows
As midnight owl its eyes rapidly blinks.
The prancing moon its soft beams splatters
O' the washing tides sing and play along
Writing poetic verses such matters,
As does the music to romantic songs.
Take pride in verses sweetly splashed
From within the surging tides of one's soul,
Be they born of life, sorrows rehashed
Or rejoicing in attaining one's goal!

Gold within the ink may heart's depths relay
Truth of the soul that so sincerely prays.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021
Sonnet, ( Finishing the fragment as Greg suggested )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Garden Of Dreams, As Dawn Awakens

Dare I live with love and thus take Heavenly flight
To sup away nectar of a cool summer night
All is not so, not as it so appears
Dare I dream it so through my falling tears?

Alas! She that feasted here has now fled
Leaving behind a heart so deeply bled
A love refusing to curse her and quit
I drink that sweet nectar cup- all of it.

In garden of dreams as dawn awakens
Dwells she that was so far away taken
Dare I, to her soft calls in haste thus go
Into paradise where her love winds blow?

Dare I live with love and thus take Heavenly flight
To sup away nectar of a cool summer night?

Robert J Lindley, 7-06-1979, 3-08-2021
Sonnet, ( Memories past, legends of love and youth )

Note:
*sup -
Dictionary Definition : Vocabulary.comwww.vocabulary.com › dictionary › sup
To sup is to eat slowly, by spoonfuls. When you eat soup, you probably sup it.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings

(1.)
The Sonnet And The Poetic Query

Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances,
And dying mouse took its usual chances;
And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal
Life shines with its usual little thrills.
Eternal watchman, winds the chiming clock
Sleep fled -comes every aching tick-tock
As ocean waves eat up low sandy shores
A sad love-sick mermaid, Neptune implores.
On and on goes the rabid churning world
Its mysteries wrapped in hidden curls
Ah but, tis often the glory one seeks
That fails to give but spit and false-set peeks!

Dare high heavens to this old parade change?
Can mortal flesh ever reach such a range?

R. J. Lindley, June 4th, 1981
Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides )

And night its cascading dream-webs spins forth.
Per somnium nocte Cascading telae egressus deducit

***

(2.)
She Of Rarest Beauty, Truest Essence Of Love

She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew
That Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew
She of precious life, honey -sweet raven hair
O' pray I to loving god - to again be there !

For under gold radiance of coming bright moon
We shall both dance into that deep romantic swoon
In sensual delights, locked in dear loving arms
We both enjoying blessings of passionate charms!

Yes, she is the one that my daydreams have foretold
Soaking in her beauty, on her truth, I am sold
As morn sounds yet more soft whispers of faithful love
Sun shines its blessings, golden rays cast from above!

She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew.
An Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew!

R.J. Lindley, June 9th, 1981
Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides )

And under sun's radiant blessings, beauty its fruits offers.
Sol radiantibus sub bona fructus praebet speciem.

***

(3.)
Aching And Breaking Into Tender Bone

As Fate points its crooked little finger,
In this true-heart your beauty yet lingers
Aching and breaking into tender bone
A frozen copy of the hardest stone
Are the blues of the darken death singer.

While life dares the old rainbow to vanish
I pray now my dreams can your love banish
Was it not romantic truth you slayed
As with your vanity you love played
Fled to Mexico to love in Spanish.

No more illusion, your magic died
Same night this soul mercilessly cried
A broken victim, saw your wicked lies
And unabashedly let out roaring cries!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet, ( Conquering The Ghost Of First Lost Love )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Got Scars, Invisible Chains That Tightly Bind

I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep
There the darkness came ravaging a broken mind
I got scars, invisible chains that tightly bind
And an epic loss that can any man destroy
Back when a younger lad, a poor O' Southern boy!

I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Doorways bringing bad nightmares into my sleep
Those battles, those moaning cries can be heard each night
Tragedy, a shame, such a sad pitiful fight
There the darkness comes cutting up both heart and soul
And lord don’t ya know, it is such a wicked toll!

I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep.
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep!

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet ( Sad, dark and once so true )

Note:

[Russ]

Great writing from both the 80's and from this year. Thanks for sharing this, Robert. It has been too long since I've been reading your poetry. :clap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Three sonnets from my new blog, Alas So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost
(1.)

Alas! So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost



Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost

Not just youth, but those things Time took away

Within aching heart comes an icy frost

Covering epic pains of such decay!



One may ask, how dare I so complain?

Does Nature cry about hard falling rain?



Yet does not this world its ills promote well?

Oft with sorrows borne from depths of Hell?



Dare I choose to such dark verses to write?

Have I not truly joined in the fight?



Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost

Not just youth, but those things Time took away

Within aching heart comes an icy frost

Covering epic pains of such decay!


Robert J. Lindley,

Sonnet, repeat stanza ( with triple couplets )

******

(2.)

Those Lush And Tender, Soft Welcoming Lips



Those flowing curls, glowing luscious mane

Sexy smile, flowering as desert rain

Bountiful beauty, sent to ease heart's pain

Lovely blessing sent for this soul to gain.



Ravishing essence with sweet touch to match

My hesitation, thinking what is the catch

That such a beauty would now my way pass

A goddess, sweet speaking to this poor lass.



Those lush and tender, soft welcoming lips

With true beauty, grace, and curvaceous hips

Yes beauty, as could launch a thousand ships

And greatest king's treasure surely eclipse.



Those tender kisses that were sent both ways.

May we forever - remember that day!



Robert J. Lindley,

Sonnet,

( And Life, Its Journey Ever Sped Onward )

******

(3.)

Does Basking Moon Ask Strolling Stars For More



Of beauty, earth, wind and soft glowing sky

Dares this artist to weep tears asking why

Heart and soul must pay such a heavy price

And shed blood for it to ever suffice?



Does basking moon ask strolling stars for more

Space and time to heavenly night explore

And cast upon earth a much deeper hue

To inspire such in poets such as you?



Does dawn its resplendent new rays withhold

That gift, that gleaming beauty to be sold

Or Mother Nature fail to gift new birth

Or poets fail to cast beauty's true worth?



Do such quizzing queries set well in verse

Or fail as being dated and quite terse?

Robert J. Lindley,

Sonnet,

( And what of life, love and this thing we call earth ? )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[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]

Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

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

Sonnet II

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

Sonnet III

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

Robert J. Lindley, year 2020, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Often When I Must Take A Sad Look Back

Look back remembering how hard I wept
Seeing decay of where we both once slept
You were beauty and hand full of treasure
Then our new-sprung love grew beyond measure.

Now even sad memories are of gold
Back then I was vibrant, steady and bold
You full of grace and a true beauty queen
How I long to again live in that scene!

Very often, I wonder where you are at
Are you wearing tight jeans and floppy hat
Or a mini-skirt and those mile high heels
Love lost, do you truly know how that feels?

Look back remembering how hard I wept.
Seeing emptiness where we both once slept.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2021
Sonnet- ( When Hard Reality Hits A Very Sad Road )

Note:
Truth in Life: some things burn an unforgettable
Imprint upon spirit, heart, mind and soul.
Of those - lost love ranks as the top calamity,
yet it is one of the very greatest life learners
out there. Surviving it sears a strength that
penetrates into the marrows and strengthens
the soul. Although many would rather be
weak- and still have that love.
For something that sweet and powerful is
indeed an epic loss..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair

In bright moonlight I saw her standing there
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair
She looked just like an angel to me
If only this country-boy she could see
Looking for love and a heart bold and true
And happiness, with a future with you
'neath canopy of glittering sweet stars
She would be my Venus, I her strong Mars.

Wonder what would love be without her hand
Could I truly live, could I even stand
And earth could it a greater treasure gift
Than her sight, her soft touch that so uplifts.

In bright moonlight I saw her standing there.
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair.

R.J. Lindley, Nov 09 1979
Sonnet


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Often When I Must Take A Sad Look Back

Look back remembering how hard I wept
Seeing decay of where we both once slept
You were beauty and hand full of treasure
Then our new-sprung love grew beyond measure.

Now even sad memories are of gold
Back then I was vibrant, steady and bold
You full of grace and a true beauty queen
How I long to again live in that scene!

Very often, I wonder where you are at
Are you wearing tight jeans and floppy hat
Or a mini-skirt and those mile high heels
Love lost, do you truly know how that feels?

Look back remembering how hard I wept.
Seeing emptiness where we both once slept.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- ( When Hard Reality Hits A Very Sad Road )

Note:
Truth in Life: some things burn an unforgettable
imprint upon spirit, heart, mind and soul.
Of those - lost love ranks as the top calamity,
yet it is one of the very greatest life learners
out there. Surviving it sears a strength that
penetrates into the marrows and strengthens
the soul. Although may would rather be
weak- and still have that love.
For something that sweet and powerful is
indeed an epic loss..
For what is a poet that does not give truly from
heart and soul?


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Juicer66]

Tell me , are you Robert Lindley ?

If so, a million plaudits .

That sonnet in your last post communicates so easily , and for me - and many others no doubt --- it resonates strongly at a personal level .


P.S . Possibly John Lindley following a fast bit of simple research ?

Not Robert, unless you found the Elixir of Life .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tell me , are you Robert Lindley ?

If so, a million plaudits .

That sonnet in your last post communicates so easily , and for me - and many others no doubt --- it resonates strongly at a personal level .


P.S . Possibly John Lindley following a fast bit of simple research ?

Not Robert, unless you found the Elixir of Life .

I have been me since as long as I can remember. ;)
On my father's side our bloodline is English/Irish. I am quite familiar with John Lindley the famous poet...
Glad the sonnet was a positive to you. Poetry to me is a way of giving back - a way of analyzing and mulling over life and my past.
Hopefully it helps others and especially the young that face so many things in life without prior knowledge to successfully cope.
Ahhhhh, the ""Elixir of Life"" -- yes that would be light, living, faith, hope and love.....:beer:--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed
I pray for salvation of divine light
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[LongTermGuy]

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

THREE SONNETS --from blog....


Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, With Poetic Verse


Sonnet I

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


Sonnet II

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


Sonnet III

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

Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17- in year 2020
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )

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

********


(1.)
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44299/elegy-written-in-a-country-churchyard

[JakeStarkey]

Great way to start the morning.

Thank youTyr-Ziu Saxnot (http://www.debatepolicy.com/member.php?2275-Tyr-Ziu-Saxnot)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gift Given Man, An Invisible Treasure

From above, beyond heavenly skies
Hurdling into earthen realm in measure
Yes, earth's deep morbid darkness it defies
Gift given man, an invisible treasure
Those that its purpose cannot ever see
Sadly are to its dear purpose stone-blind
Help was needed, so true mortal are we
So lost in blackness, hope we could not find.

Amidst deep turmoil of our raging seas
Selflove, inflicted pains of hopeless greed
Humanity's volume of tearful pleas
Crying out for true depths of mortal need

Fate's blows, born from lies sent from dark abyss.
Cannot survive, mankind's embracing this.

Robert J. Lindley, June 22nd, 1977
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Wish, I Wish Upon Shattered Star

My baby, my baby, left scars on me
So deep! So damn deep you can't ever see
A cut, ghastly cut with long rusty knife
Not gonna, not gonna be loving wife.

I wish, I wish on a shattered star
Heaven would tell me where the hell you are
Send me roadmap to your far away door
Please, please, please, forever you I adore
Hold me, hold me tight, love me true tonight
Care not who was wrong, who the hell was right!

Wish I, wish I this, your sweet smile, your kiss
My darling, my darling, your touch I so miss
Darkness, darkness, now deeply covers me
Only, only, your sweet love can save me!

Robert J. Lindley, Aug 1st, 1974
Sonnet,
( When A Sad Crushing Loss Ones' Heart Consumes )

Note: AUG, 1976
- DELETED

Note: JAN 21-2022
Once, once I was in a hole a million miles deep…..
Some things are simply impossible to ever forget...
Presented as was composed, forty-six years ago.
No edits to the actual poem, old note was deleted.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back To That Beauty, In World's Dear Blue Sky

I exist, despite world's dark, angry scowls
In my dreams as a panther on the prowl
In tune with Nature, hunted by mankind
Living as a beast, of another kind
Absent, the deep darkness once within me
Fearlessly tread path, setting my soul free!

I exist, truth is I do not know why
I see such gleaming beauty in blue sky
And black rage festering within mankind
Racing into oblivion so blind!

I exist, world's powers oft I deny
When alone, 'tis true often tears I cry
In future happiness upward I fly
Back to that beauty, in world's dear blue sky!

Robert J. Lindley, July 5th, 1977
Sonnet,
( Wherein Briefly, A Heart And Soul Can Clearly See )

Note:
A dear poet friend asked me yesterday to post something not so dark.
Maybe write a new more beautiful and optimistic poem.
Well, I tried but my mood would not allow one to come that I felt measured up. So, I searched in my chest of old poems that had never yet seen the light of day and found this one. Present it, hoping that it measures up to meet the request. I was a very young 23 years old when I composed it--" many ages ago it now so seems".. Presented now with no edits.



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Angel That Has Flown Far Away

Angel that has flown far away
dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray
for her and yet another kiss
she the Love, her Touch I so Miss

This day, heart sees her smile again
my beloved, my dearest friend
I yield to these new falling tears
thankful for her, our blessed years

She that wakes me every morn
to help heal soul that is so torn
her soft eyes shining so bright
telling me, it will be alright

Angel that has flown far away
Dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2022
Sonnet

Composed early this morn, dedicated to my beloved wife,
Clarisa Tapican Lindley, ( 8-13-1980- 2-27-2022 )
Celebration Of Life gathering today, 4-16-2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back to creating and presenting a few new sonnets...--Tyr

*********


Shall We Recall Gems Reaped From Our Love's Tree

Should small differences tear us apart
Bringing sorrows, upset our applecart
Will we open our eyes to truly see
How truth and love's growth can still set us free
Surely life should be more than seeking gain
More than just gathering bountiful grain
Shall we yet again, our souls truly search
On higher and higher mountaintops perch
Learn to give and love to the nth degree
Bathe ourselves in love's deep romantic sea
Should such differences rip us apart
Causing those rash actions not very smart

Shall we recall gems reaped from our love's tree
Wonderful bliss, love gifted unto we?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2022
Sonnet

Note:
Things found when looking back at youth
and its many mistakes therin made.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A New Light, Bright Rays That Are Sent To Heal



New light, brighter rays bequeathed to heal

those deep aching fears, terrors of the night,

those wicked world uses to sweet joy kill

in its evil nature uses to blind.



New sight, a soft-cast wind sent to fill sails

those gifts of hope given and life anew

those sweeter dawns, that dark cannot assail

impregnable, new shield given to you.



New faith, a glory Heaven has thus sent

those pearls of wisdom that defeats dark fears

those words healing what was so torn and rent

wiping away sorrows and falling tears.



New light, new sight, new faith, a true godsend.

To a lost and blinded heart heal and mend.



Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2022

Sonnet



Note :


Joy Requires Not Treasures, Nor Golden Spoon

Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune
Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon.

Written early morn, as dark ran away
changing of the guard, as sun took the day
beacon to waking world, all is not lost
so rise and smile, summertime has no frost.

Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune
Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon.

Life's hope, morning glories in full bloom
watch as a new future fills empty room
take a deep new breath, world will still yet turn
gone is the darkness, ones' soul rightly spurns.

Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune
Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Reprieve, A Return From Ashes And Dust

When heart dares to life again seek
Hope comes gifting a little peek
Over rainbow and a bit beyond
Out far past shores of ones' small pond
Beyond mountains found in our dreams
Beyond greed and our worldly schemes
A return from ashes and dust
Finding happiness is a must
For there is no life without joy
Returning, one must this employ
Courage to risk falling apart
So hard to repair broken heart
Dawn cries out, rise to love renew
Others have done that, so can you!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2022
Sonnet

Note:
Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest

From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow
Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon
Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June
When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive
Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive
Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning
How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning
And with trust, she began to again new love feel
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel
Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts
That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts.

From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below.
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow.

And with trust, she began to again new love feel.
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022
Sonnet,
( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born )

Note:
Verses born upon a too soon waking
Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking
Into life, its sweet magnificent glow
Birthed from blessings of what true love sows.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[icansayit]

Wow!

Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest

From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow
Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon
Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June
When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive
Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive
Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning
How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning
And with trust, she began to again new love feel
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel
Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts
That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts.

From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below.
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow.

And with trust, she began to again new love feel.
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022
Sonnet,
( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born )

Note:
Verses born upon a too soon waking
Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking
Into life, its sweet magnificent glow
Birthed from blessings of what true love sows.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There Was A Heart, As Large As Ocean Skies


Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes
There was a heart, as large as ocean skies
And I had met an angel pure and true
Garden romantic roses so soon grew
If only life would show her my love gaze
And set beautiful fires flaming in blaze.

If he, there in that soft fancy new suit
Could see my now-born love had taken root
As a grove of delicious apple trees
Searing eager soul, so ready to please
If only, this morn, romance sets its treat
And therein we both Cupid's arrows meet.

Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes.
There was a heart, as large as ocean skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2022
Sonnet

Note:
This was born from a first love encounter back in 1973.
And yes love united two into one, but fate and world's
Many dark temptations eventually tore that blessing asunder.
Youth and blindness, worked to destroy what was golden.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[icansayit]

There Was A Heart, As Large As Ocean Skies


Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes
There was a heart, as large as ocean skies
And I had met an angel pure and true
Garden romantic roses so soon grew
If only life would show her my love gaze
And set beautiful fires flaming in blaze.

If he, there in that soft fancy new suit
Could see my now-born love had taken root
As a grove of delicious apple trees
Searing eager soul, so ready to please
If only, this morn, romance sets its treat
And therein we both Cupid's arrows meet.

Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes.
There was a heart, as large as ocean skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2022
Sonnet

Note:
This was born from a first love encounter back in 1973.
And yes love united two into one, but fate and world's
Many dark temptations eventually tore that blessing asunder.
Youth and blindness, worked to destroy what was golden.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

Just downright beautiful. The feelings are back too! Great.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Just downright beautiful. The feelings are back too! Great.

My friend, for all of my many youthful mistakes that one was the worst one that I ever made.
To cheat and do wrong on her cost me dearly. Some mistakes one never forgets...
And yes, I paid a heavy price..-God bless..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Sweet And Soft Morn No Longer Calls Out

When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained
Dawn brings epic sorrows, no real relief
Ripped and torn, shattered some beliefs
Midnight moon casts down that terrible blue
Everything sad even shining new.

When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained

When sweet and soft morn no longer calls out
And life cries for hope, with dark mourning shout
Hours flow forth like whimpering aches of day
All the green blades of grass seem morbid gray
Hurt promises to let other shoe drop
And mind wonders shall this agony stop.

Robert J, Lindley, 9-14-2022
Sonnet

Born from a poet's heart that has seen too much sorrow and loss.
Dedicated to those lost. And to my dear friend Connie Marcum.
I truly think she would have loved this one.
As she saw the merits in sad, dark and truth in life should be represented in poetry.

[Russ]

Robert,
I hadn't read any of your poetry for a few months, I really love this one.

Russ


Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed
I pray for salvation of divine light
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[jimnyc]

Robert,
I hadn't read any of your poetry for a few months, I really love this one.

Russ

Haven't heard from Robert since mid-September. He also stopped posting on the poetry site that he belonged to. No response from an email to what he has on record but can't know for sure if that is still used or not.

His brother and his wife passing took it's toll on him, I know that from msg'ing with him. I just hope and pray that he is fine and just taking a long break. He's had me concerned for a few months now.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Under Golden Moonlight, The Monster Met Its Match


Having recuperated the hero,
With sword drawn cut the massive monster deep
Saying to the beast, " that one is for keeps "
As flowing blood spilled like a hard rain
Hero called out, " now don't you go to sleep"
No hurting pain my friend, no newfound gain
The beast then stood up, and growled out a scream
Are you puny man a ghost or bad dream
Hero replying, feels like a bad dream
At that moment the cut monster slashed out
But he was slow hero stepped about
Plunged his sharp saber in even deeper
He then cut off the monster's massive head
Watch as its body fell and bled bloody red.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
6-14 2023

[gabosaurus]

Great to see you again Tyr. My daughter has missed your poetry.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Great to see you again Tyr. My daughter has missed your poetry.

Well, please tell your daughter that this old poet thanks her. God bless.

[SassyLady]

Under Golden Moonlight, The Monster Met Its Match


Having recuperated the hero,
With sword drawn cut the massive monster deep
Saying to the beast, " that one is for keeps "
As flowing blood spilled like a hard rain
Hero called out, " now don't you go to sleep"
No hurting pain my friend, no newfound gain
The beast then stood up, and growled out a scream
Are you puny man a ghost or bad dream
Hero replying, feels like a bad dream
At that moment the cut monster slashed out
But he was slow hero stepped about
Plunged his sharp saber in even deeper
He then cut off the monster's massive head
Watch as its body fell and bled bloody red.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
6-14 2023
Glad you're back!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Glad you're back!

Thank you my friend. I am glad to be back reading and writing here. God bless.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Reprieve, A Return From Ashes And Dust

When heart dares to live again seek
Hope comes gifting a little peek
Over rainbow and a bit beyond
Out far past shores of ones' small pond
Beyond mountains found in our dreams
Beyond greed and our worldly schemes
A return from ashes and dust
Finding happiness is a must
For there is no life without joy
Returning, one must this employ
Courage to risk falling apart
So hard to repair broken heart
Dawn cries out, rise to love renew
Others have done that, so can you!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2022
Sonnet

Note:
Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 07-12-2022 at 06:21 AM.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Lies In The Betwixt And The Between

What lies in the betwixt and the between
Heaven and hell, this world's darkest of scenes
Mankind wallows in the deepest of sin
Parades in blackest deeds, from early teens
Dare we to such foul actions then decry
Whilst our own deep darkness we seek to hide
As we walk under the malevolent moon
Into a land devoid, absent of sky
From this dastardly dream, this nightmare I woke
My legs still broken, my tongue cut off
And a whisper carried from far away
Suffer some more, for this curse is no joke.

As my mind then realize I was fast asleep.
I thought something learned was very deep.

Robert J. Lindley, dark Sonnet
Jan. 25th 1974

"Search for truth and light for darkness destroys. "

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Are We To Believe Lies Dark World Has Told

When I hope for goodness to always win,
Ride my old horse well before break of dawn,
While nature gifts its beauty of a fawn
Am I to be chastised for my sins
" Doth our God his blessed rewards withhold" ?
Mother sky sends its hardest lightning blasts
Shining glory its gleaming arrives at last
Dare we not with this exposure be sold
Can the written word its powers yet give
As poet or a sane man declares
Is it not Holy of Heaven that cares?
Are we not to love life and thus we live.

Am I now just a vessel too damn old?
Are we to believe lies dark world has told?

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet 6-20-2023

Note- Some questions are almost impossible to figure the answer to unless help flows from above.
One must learn to ask and it shall be given.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood


I stand against the world and its most evil wrongs
Born with stone-chips in my ancient Viking blood
My greatest heroes immortalized in great songs
As they eliminated those of barbaric crude
All had magical shields and a flaming hot sword
Words given to them by higher power beings
Enough victorious battles as not to be bored
And illumination from Heaven for their seeing
Achilles hero, was one of greater fable fame
His life was destined to die as a brave man
All of this world has now learned his noted name
So many more heroes had such amazing plans
Life is so massive, history tells not the all
Vast armies of such evil dastardly ruffians
Marched forth to innocent people maim and kill
Only to be stopped by brave feats of Christians.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-20-2023
16 verse sonnet

Note- I have both Viking and Native American blood in my veins.
Each had fantastic warriors of great renown.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat

Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance
If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance
Spinning round the sky for the audience's delicious glee
Oh, my lover that is the beauty for both you and me
As we enjoy and watch the parade in Mother sky
Yet quite oft a message resides within asking the why
Whispering shadows are waltzing to that undulating beat
As humanity rejoices in finding new ways to cheat
Alas! There always is a very steep-set price to pay
For Heaven always has the final, truer, righteous say
Our Lord rejoices when we heed those biblical held laws
Else we in deep pain, wake up to deep slashing devil's claws!

Dare we in blind ignorance walk a sad crooked trail?
Follow loud, baying hell-hounds right into unholy hell?

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
entered in ongoing contest

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mother Nature Showed Me Many Styles

Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles
Over hill and dale, through the verdant wood
Saw baby ducks walk by in quacking file
Did not stop to rest or maybe I should
Came to the old elm, now looks to be dead
But the bird nest above looks to be new
This old mind searching to get rid of dread
Then I thought I heard a soft voice but who
Searching about but nothing could I find
But Mother Nature and her great wonders
Just enough to appease wondering mind
I next sat down to that odd thought ponder.

Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles.
Mother Nature showed me many styles.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
6-23-2023
Note- Finding such beauty, and know life is so precious.
I walked back home a bit renewed. A blessing methinks.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing A Song

Why did he smile only by few inches
His face contorted and it was askew
By the garden was a flock of finches
Old age, do we forget what we once knew
His arms were skinny, not near as mighty
His head kinda bald and his beard bright white
He said his first wife was mad, too flighty
When loving her body was quite a sight
But he was my beloved dad and proud
Often complained of failing eyesight
And when he did that it was very loud
Told me when you do something do it right.

My dad, so tough, honest as day is long.
Now gone, I so wish I could sing a song!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2023
Sonnet,

My father was the most honest man I've ever known.
And tough as nails too.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You Wake Up Too Early Was All Of It Just Bad Sad Game

When your feet have crushed the grass at the cemetery gate
You forget youthful dreams but for supper do not be late
Hope climbed a mountain just to see the birthing sunrise
You wake on a Saturday morning to your own damn surprise
Your heart skips a beat or two when you see her pretty face
She wearing those pearl earrings and all dressed up in lace
Life stopped being so kind but your dog licked your face
And your own house is a total wreck much to your disgrace
All the world so hates you but your boss gave you a huge raise
And for once your lover actually gave you your due praise.


Dawn arrived early, its glow a soft-cast glimmering light
Your amused watching your old dog and old cat have a fight
All this darken world sits a burning, you add to the flames
You wake up too early, was all of it just bad sad game.

Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
November 17TH 1985

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Solid True Story Of A Young Gunfighter

Back when I fought this world, my sword was razor sharp
Sent that devil fiend to hearing a demon's harp
I am sorry that his blood stained danceroom floor
Then I told his worthless friends, clean up blood and gore
The next day, his uncle came to pay me a call
He spit his vile venom and then he said his all
I gave him the same, he buried just out of town
No problem at all, he too was a smartass clown
I make no wrong claim, that is how it occurred
On that place your money, as that is my sworn word!
I was born a fighter and it is in my blood
My old grandpappy once tamed a raging flood!

These modern days such is said to be just tall tales.
Like when I was minnow fishing, caught a blue whale.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-25-2023
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Guy Turn Out To Be Such A Clueless Act

Good ole frank, you know he will let you down
O'yes he is alright for a few drinks
Because not much else to do in this town
Far, far too often acts before he thinks
I know his flaws better than my own hands
His drunken escapades and stupid acts
How got fired stealing from his own band
And other bad things most of them plain facts
He borrows but never ever pays back
His other friend Rick's girl he up and stole
Took her dad's house, nailed her in the sack
Lucky at craps, seven his constant roll.

Good ole Frank, he will stab ya while you're down.
And that is why I ran him out of town.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
FEB. 3RD 1977

Note- Guy really was a true clueless act.
Did a few dozen things I did not mention.
I defended him as far as I could, but then I ran him off.
Heard about 5 years later he got shot down in Florida doing an armed robbery of a Liquor store. Spent years in prison. Some people just never learn....

[icansayit]

Guy Turn Out To Be Such A Clueless Act

Good ole frank, you know he will let you down
O'yes he is alright for a few drinks
Because not much else to do in this town
Far, far too often acts before he thinks
I know his flaws better than my own hands
His drunken escapades and stupid acts
How got fired stealing from his own band
And other bad things most of them plain facts
He borrows but never ever pays back
His other friend Rick's girl he up and stole
Took her dad's house, nailed her in the sack
Lucky at craps, seven his constant roll.

Good ole Frank, he will stab ya while you're down.
And that is why I ran him out of town.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
FEB. 3RD 1977

Note- Guy really was a true clueless act.
Did a few dozen things I did not mention.
I defended him as far as I could, but then I ran him off.
Heard about 5 years later he got shot down in Florida doing an armed robbery of a Liquor store. Spent years in prison. Some people just never learn....

Sounds like somebody we all know who resides in the basement of 1600 Pennsylvania, Ave. Washington, D.C. :laugh::clap::clap::clap: