Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Music Is That Which Soothes Eager Soul

What music is that cheers the eager heart
Whereas I can find none on any star chart
Nor shadow of which behind resting sun
Waits night and its roaring of battle guns
And prayers uttered by dying men
Pales chasm between sainthood and ones sin
Hold the thought, that human life is much more
Than wasting years and a beggar's last score.

What music is that which soothes eager soul
Where sinners in hellish fires must pay toll
Whilst in anguish they beg for treasures lost
Thereby forgetting sinners greatest costs.

What music can a sainthood ever bring.
Or wife be without lover's wedding ring.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 24th 1978


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Like Bald Eagle Soaring Upon The Bluest Sky


The storm crept up so silently did it arrive
The wind slithering in like a rabid panther
Something about that danger makes one feel alive
Maybe death, a possibility, taking that dive
As ones' future seems to fuse into frothy dross
A sly shades of sheer terror creeps into plain view
You mind goes blank and your spirit is at sad loss
The ole world seems topsy turvy, fear still in you
Suddenly in the distance, light brilliantly shines
You feel that life has came back to you to repeat
All this dark vengeful world shall leave, your life is thine
Banquet tis yours and such delicious food to eat!

Your nerves steady and you then know exactly why.
Like bald eagle soaring upon the bluest sky.

Robert J. Lindley, Aug. 27th 1973
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, war and the fallen lives of war dead
Corpses strewn upon wet blood-soaked ground
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.

Many should die, millions or just enow
War the savagery of lost mankind
Death, carnage, loss and misery expands
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.

Many should die, millions or just enow
And tears fall like snow from a weeping sky
And mothers, daughters, many wear black dress
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.

Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, we survivors do live on but how?

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 22, 1974

Note:

""Enow""

enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for the word= "enough"


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Just In Time To See My Many Fairy Friends Flee

I heard the gusto from running river current
Walking the big woods, letting my spirit rejoice
White splashed foam and roaring a massive torrent
Speaking with wood fairies in a mythical voice
That language was like mother's sweet applesauce to me
They talked on golden rays dancing in moonbeams
Fairy-dust ships sailing upon all seven sea
And the mellow echoes found in deep fairy dreams
We spoke of the raging beast that roams after midnight
How it slays all woodland creatures it can capture
Talk about its bloody claws and hideous sight
They asked me why such, we mortals enraptures!

Then I woke, I had slept under an old oak tree.
Just in time to see my many fairy friends flee!

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Jan. 21st 1973

edited -DEC 9TH, 1973


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Bright Yellow Golden Moon Floating High Above


A bright yellow golden moon floating high above
Its radiant rays falling softly to our sweet earth
Beauty, flowers, her dancing with me all in love
And my heart happily singing for all its worth.
That epic summer we both swore Fall we would wed
Gleaming sun that day was bright vermillion glowing
She my sweet darling, arising from our soft bed
Our kisses were like a raging river flowing

My lover and I had our rejoicing glows too
Alas! How could we know such ardent love could die
She sent a dear John letter and to Hawaii flew
Left me alone, with a mystery, no damn clue.

I remember my body shook and my mind ran.
She, had thus deserted me for another man.

Robert J. Lindley, May 23rd
Sonnet

Note- True story


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[icansayit]

A Bright Yellow Golden Moon Floating High Above


A bright yellow golden moon floating high above
Its radiant rays falling softly to our sweet earth
Beauty, flowers, her dancing with me all in love
And my heart happily singing for all its worth.
That epic summer we both swore Fall we would wed
Gleaming sun that day was bright vermillion glowing
She my sweet darling, arising from our soft bed
Our kisses were like a raging river flowing

My lover and I had our rejoicing glows too
Alas! How could we know such ardent love could die
She sent a dear John letter and to Hawaii flew
Left me alone, with a mystery, no damn clue.

I remember my body shook and my mind ran.
She, had thus deserted me for another man.

Robert J. Lindley, May 23rd
Sonnet

Note- True story


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Love lasts forever! Millions know the sweetness lasts too!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without doors
the farm animals simply do not mind.
Nobody saw, for sure nobody cares
The farmer milks the cows so thirsty is he
Digging for gold he does not ever dare
Up early picking peaches from his tree
Wife a lovely maiden, her love she shares
Farm is not much, twenty acres and a mule
Envy no, he thinks they do not compare
Beside he has a pretty daughter so like a jewel

Nothing like rich man's iron gate horse farm
Farmer lives simply does nobody harm.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 11th, 1971

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin

I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in
Much other loot my head began to spin.
Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns
Just over paradise, miles west of town
Rose early to wander out get that loot
Put on my gear and my old hiking boots.
Found hidden cave and sauntered on in
There lay skeletons of seven dead men
Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway
I took the whole load that fortunate day.

I woke with the bright sun shining right in
Took my new Harley for a morning spin
Might as well as it was but a big dream
Well, I have lottery ticket to dream.

Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet
March
Note. Written on March 9TH, 1973,
I was 19 years and 4 days old then.


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[icansayit]

Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin

I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in
Much other loot my head began to spin.
Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns
Just over paradise, miles west of town
Rose early to wander out get that loot
Put on my gear and my old hiking boots.
Found hidden cave and sauntered on in
There lay skeletons of seven dead men
Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway
I took the whole load that fortunate day.

I woke with the bright sun shining right in
Took my new Harley for a morning spin
Might as well as it was but a big dream
Well, I have lottery ticket to dream.

Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet
March
Note. Written on March 9TH, 1973,
I was 19 years and 4 days old then.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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My good friend, that poem was composed 50 years ago, when Iwas but 19 years old and full of piss and vinegar. Seems to me now, to be several lifetimes ago.
I've owned 7 motorcycles in my life and every one of them was a pure joy to ride. Youth and its rewards. God bless.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart

Across the plains a bad ole murky mess
Unites in its quivering tears apart
And the bashful bride dares not that confess
As she knows for sure it would break his heart
Bloated bodies bend with such dusky chills
And the ill cast weather leaves what it starts
Grandpa cries, "Hon' bring me my little pills"
Hitch the old mule and load the harvest cart
Watch the red moon and its wide flaming rings
Crow knows the tiger will eat anything
And the fairies dance their proud lovers swing
While the farmer's wife wakes early to sing
Dawn rises and its glory proudly displays
Cheating gambler faces well-earned pay!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
May 12th 1972


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night

I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly
Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be
My fighting sword and armor is polished gold
Sail I my ship and crew across dark, stormy sea
Far north to angry city or so I am told
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
Knowing that some judges are cheap, easily bought
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night
Insurance so as not to be flat footed caught.

I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night.

Robert J, Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
DEC 1ST 1973

Note-
"" None are as good as they pretend
None are brave as they want to be
Yet all cry out for happy end
Even blinded, as they look to see."" RJL







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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice

Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies
Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies
Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites
Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies
And there was no angel to save him that black-night
As wild river turns and floods the new founded town
The town throng asked who is wrong and who is right
All the hero gave them was a tormented frown
The storm smiling idlily, at first hides its face
Then it gave forth rampant lightning and heavy blows
When all was over we had such a torn up place
We knew that old man Satan had played his show.

Asking ourselves if the pain is worth the damn price.
When we know, a cool apple cider would be nice.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 5th 1974

Note
Sometimes we know that making the decision is much harder than the actual fight will be.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken fried
And preacher's young son rang the old church bell
Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry
The throng laughed away, nobody cared
High sheriff asked, did anybody die
Mike gathered rabbits he had snared
Janet put on blue gown for that night's ball
As her older brother Bill dosed the keg
While white mouse in the corner saw it all
Kelly in miniskirt showed her legs.

Spiked drinks got them all so rolling drunk.
Most f'ed up of all was the local monk.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
1973

"A prom night to remember"

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[icansayit]

Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken fried
And preacher's young son rang the old church bell
Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry
The throng laughed away, nobody cared
High sheriff asked, did anybody die
Mike gathered rabbits he had snared
Janet put on blue gown for that night's ball
As her older brother Bill dosed the keg
While white mouse in the corner saw it all
Kelly in miniskirt showed her legs.

Spiked drinks got them all so rolling drunk.
Most f'ed up of all was the local monk.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
1973

"A prom night to remember"

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ROBERT...This reminded me...why I have been DRY for exactly 40 years, this year.
My funniest, and happiest drunk took place in New Orleans after we (ships company)
attended an LSU football game, and some of the guys in our White Suits were asked
to leave...Chasing cheerleaders in "The Big Easy" was kinda frowned upon.
We all heard the Announcement..."All military are requested to leave at this time".
That wasn't the worst of it. I had my first taste of too much Scotch, and when I got
back to the ship. They say...I kicked over a container of Chocolate milk on the Mess Decks.
So...My strongest beverage became Coffee.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

ROBERT...This reminded me...why I have been DRY for exactly 40 years, this year.
My funniest, and happiest drunk took place in New Orleans after we (ships company)
attended an LSU football game, and some of the guys in our White Suits were asked
to leave...Chasing cheerleaders in "The Big Easy" was kinda frowned upon.
We all heard the Announcement..."All military are requested to leave at this time".
That wasn't the worst of it. I had my first taste of too much Scotch, and when I got
back to the ship. They say...I kicked over a container of Chocolate milk on the Mess Decks.
So...My strongest beverage became Coffee. e
You got auck, eh? Wel my first drinking try I got very sick as well. I drank a half pint of Ancient Age whiskey
in about ten minutes I was 16 years old. Threw up all my food and was sick all that day and the next day as well. :laugh:
That taught me a lesson... :laugh:--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And My Life Is Pretty, O' It Is Just So Fine

Lightning struck just as soon as I inked those words
Sorta of like a mountaintop fell on my head
But who the hell thinks we poets are for the birds
We drink loads of wine and do so butter our bread
Dawn told me stop being lazy, grab pen to write
My old heart was broken and life was a dark hole
Now I am not cowardly, was raised to fight
I am not like your bad ex-boyfriend that always stole
I walk a straight line, my six-guns fire with good aim
My spirit asks nothing but happiness and joy
Of course, I lost my farm but my horse is to blame
I put gold in a thrifty bank but it was a toy!

Now being true and straight, I walk a righteous line.
And my life is pretty, O' it is just so fine.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 11th , 1971

Note-
""And it is right now but it can turn on a dime.
As poet my number one job is to pen rhyme.
My gal she is so damn pretty and O' so fine.
We live our deep loving and on our love we dine.""



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As The Flickering Stars Smile With Ample Delight

What in time's complex breath causes you to ask
Tacit monotony's spiral to complain so
When consciousness cuts it own wings to better bask
In the bright limelight and let the virgin girl go.
Harley's ghost sits in my catatonic hallway
Waving a banner crying out soon our defeat
But we know better, giving up is not our way
Across the white, Santa sits to his wafers eat.
Whilst that romantic building burns hope sadly dies
He with his favorite whip makes the reindeers cry
From across surging ocean the albatross flies
And little boy blue steals his auntie's apple pie!

As the flickering stars smile with ample delight.
The voices from Heaven cry out, no more not tonight.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec2nd, 1973
OLD NOTE- DELETED

NEW NOTE--
She smiled when her love entered her bedroom
His handsome face and boyish charm always did win
Soon he would be all hers, as her romantic groom
And they could each day live their pleasurable sin.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Let Morning Breeze Its Freedoms Blow Our Way

O' my lord, please grant us some joy today
Let morning breeze its freedoms blow our way
The shining of Sol to brighten dawn's joy
That I work, tis good to be in employ
That I fear not having sweat from my brow
Dearest romance comes for now I know how
Allow my princess love me if you please
Yes, let us wed and sail the seven seas
In faith may we call out your divine name
Our love is real, we are playing no game.

O' lord, give us this day our daily bread
Now we are husband and wife duly wed
I pray happiness and joy be our road
Romance and joy be our story as told.

O' my lord, please grant us some joy today.
Let morning breeze its freedom blow our way.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
Nov. 5th 1973

Note: A prayer in verse
POETRY, ITS TRUTH, JOY, HAPPINESS AND PRAYER

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Death, Drought, Pestilence And Midnight Nightmares

The whitewashed sand, little flowered ocean
The beaming moon splattered its shadows and light
The Gypsie's cried but still gave up their potion
And the angry wolves followed next howling at night
Rain-colored splashes hit and soaked tree tops
The deep dark was split by soft hesitant moon rays
Out in the verdant fields, the blue-fairies' dance stop
Ahead was mass of monsters hidden held at bay
Heraldic stars shown with innocence virginal
Hector had died and Achilles was laid to rest
Here in the blacken real world life was terminal
Both Mark Twain, the gambler, held their cards to their chests.

Infinite shadows wait in the dark underground.
We yet waiting for ours, dared not a single sound.

Robert J. Lindley, Dark sonnet
Sept 3rd, 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad

He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge
Across the highest mountain on a horse he road
His grandpappy a wild man swung a heavy sledge
Many are the glowing legends on him were told
His heart was big and as pure as the finest gold
And he had a brilliant mind swift as blowing wind
The whole town, the entire county on him was sold
Even the meanest of animals was his best friend.

Yes, true to character they all on him were sold
Now from a baby he was a he-man full growed
And yes, a good country boy he was fairly grown
Old story, a good man, best I have ever known.

Now lies in small town cemetery, my loving dad.
Now when I go visit, tears fall, it makes me sad.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 24th, 1970, age 16

Note. I was quite young when I wrote this poem.
I was barely sixteen. Did not know much about the world but I knew my dad was a very honest, hard working, tough man.


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[icansayit]

Endless, amazing talent you have had for so long.
Too bad, many more seem not to appreciate all of the beauty
around us all...in so many different ways.
I know I shouldn't Envy anyone. But I do for your expertise with Words.
Looks like I am the only one who follows you.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Endless, amazing talent you have had for so long.
Too bad, many more seem not to appreciate all of the beauty
around us all...in so many different ways.
I know I shouldn't Envy anyone. But I do for your expertise with Words.
Looks like I am the only one who follows you.

Thank you, my friend. I was blessed with the ability to write. I wrote a lot of short stories maybe about 50 when in my late teens and early twenties.
They were burned with my poems long ago. Tell you the truth I never gave much thought to my writings back then. Only later in life when several knowledgeable people told me my poems were very good did I start to take it more seriously. Now it is just a part of me and my vivid imagination. God bless. =Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For Folly Was When Adam And Eve Ate


Drowning the naked landscape in a fog
Far away bursting city in its smog
Along the beach sea-salt floats right on in
They, bustling crowd, treading footprints of men
Of the coming storm we dare shut the door
Raging sea-winds batter innocent shore
With the angry weather the mind goes blank
Noisy bars carefree puke up what they drank
Whilst the far-off Greek Gods watch with sweet glee

Storm knocks down buildings and up-roots giant trees
The usual do-nothing crowd parties inside
Enjoying the change while full of their pride.
Humans cannot stop the weather at all
Failure was insured with Icarus' fall
For folly was when Adam and Eve ate
And now we all must face the H
ands of Fate.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet.
June 17th 1972

Note: I was barely 18 years old when I composed this poem.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall

I wrote you and you answered me not
I sent you all my love, and all I got
Your beauty fantastic but ears are not
Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot
Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up
I then drank my coffee from golden cup
No, I did not forget your pretty face
My dear, your character is a disgrace
Selfish is certainly your middle name
My dear love and romance is not a game
Pure truth and light is in its vital core
Truth is, I do not love you anymore
Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall
I am happy now dancing down the hall
This is my last note, so please cry some more
Man am I, but sorry you are a who**

Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17..

Note.
Adios, please do not write me or call
We are done, you cheated and that is all.

Note:
Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Your Brilliant Light, I Say This Solemn Prayer

O' lord help me fight these dark, troublesome midnight blues
these blacken currents that trouble my grieving heart
I want to be right and walk in a good man's shoes
Truly destroy, break evil completely apart.

O' lord give me support, the courage to fight well
may fight with my all, with my truest, faithful might
Send this wicked scourge back into unholy hell
open the way to bring in truth and Holy light.

O' lord I thank you for the strength to fight this war
may heart give me power to enemy defeat
I ask you my lord, be with me to cross that bar
Destroy this black wickedness, those that steal and cheat.

I pray you my lord, sees my willingness to serve.
I have the truth and in your light, the faithful nerve.

Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 10th, 1972,

New Note; I wrote this for a contest in the newspaper but never sent it in.
I was age 18 and doing a lot of composing back then.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We For A Moment No Longer Contemplate Death

Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath
In Nature I yearn a cool breeze and quiet hour
We for a moment no longer contemplate death
And beloved Spring dares to gift us a shower.

Let's pray for a calm life, love and leisurely sit
As the green grasses lounge in silent fortitude
That the dark of earth raises not its hand to hit
And we may with Lord's grace see dawn's best attitude.

And a true soft silence that the eager heart begs
For truth, only motion is the breathing of time
And nothing disturbs broken boughs on magic pegs
Or human spirit as it enjoys Nature's clime.

Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath.
We for a moment no longer contemplate death.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 26, 1972

Note:
Life is a rapid stream cutting through rough edge stone.
And man lives far too often by his skin and bones.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Salvation Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door.

Heart mourning under the cold starry night
O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold
And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight
The aching years, before the sun burnt old
Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing
They walk about as if skating on ice
Yet we living still pray for the knowing
Between evil blackness and being nice
The spinning night sky, stars hang by long threads
They give off unreasonable, gallant light
We soothe our vanities by silken beds
And massage guilt by less than holy sight.

Dare we this, tell our brothers the true score.
Salvation rests behind true faith's gold door.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 1 1973

Note: This poem was composed from a very vivid dream that I had last night.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When The Old Poet Slept Great Dreams Entered To Astound


Bluebird flying with fierce anger against golden red sun
Red flames burning themselves out in a dying ancient oak tree
We watch with amazement as green grass turns a pale yellow
The clenched eye sees love waiting for its treasured gold
Golden fields of low whispering wheat inch an earthworm fleeing
Evil wakes to hear mockingbird sing its beautiful song
In the mesmerizing distance the purple mountain stares
Down below old man river swishing with its curves and banks
Farther east, coast sings a very pretty little melody
The blacken and restless world presents its first chromatic yawn
As two white doves rest under a large old mulberry tree
Within the shadows youth stares at ungodly beasts emerging
Fear rears its insidious and vastly dangerous red head
And hope walks ten thousand miles to meet its vilest enemy
Questions await eternity, will war see victory darkness
Or light from God's Heaven defeat its arch enemy again
The old poet woke, at his feet lay blank paper and pen
Dare he compose truth to insane vagaries of bought out men?

Robert J. Lindley, no rhyme method used, no pattern, just free thought.
Date May 1st 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Dearest Love Comes Cupid Did Not Miss

Knowledge demanded much more
Did not intuition tell
Life was it, a larger score
The other, a trip to hell.

Did not memory remind
Kind was on the honor list
His heart also was not blind
But his anger drew a fist.

But memory gave advice
Hope tells us to be so kind
I love her, he said it thrice
At nineteen he knew his mind.

She had yet to say a word
Her heart loved his wild ways
He sang like a morning bird
His railroad job truly pays.

Waiting, waiting, would he ask
Her hand she wanted to give
Was her honey up to task
For marriage and both to live.

July morn came with its heat
He came to breakfast that morn
He was handsome and so neat
Not like others she so scorns.

Asked her to step outside
And her nerves were so frayed
Her jitters she could not hide
But for those words she prayed.

First, he said to her let me
Say your beauty does so shine
Our lives I want it to be
I am yours and you are mine.

Week later they were thus wed
To live happy together
All the town-folks truly said
They win despite this weather.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme,
Feb. 21st , 1972

[AHZ]

When The Old Poet Slept Great Dreams Entered To Astound


Bluebird flying with fierce anger against golden red sun
Red flames burning themselves out in a dying ancient oak tree
We watch with amazement as green grass turns a pale yellow
The clenched eye sees love waiting for its treasured gold
Golden fields of low whispering wheat inch an earthworm fleeing
Evil wakes to hear mockingbird sing its beautiful song
In the mesmerizing distance the purple mountain stares
Down below old man river swishing with its curves and banks
Farther east, coast sings a very pretty little melody
The blacken and restless world presents its first chromatic yawn
As two white doves rest under a large old mulberry tree
Within the shadows youth stares at ungodly beasts emerging
Fear rears its insidious and vastly dangerous red head
And hope walks ten thousand miles to meet its vilest enemy
Questions await eternity, will war see victory darkness
Or light from God's Heaven defeat its arch enemy again
The old poet woke, at his feet lay blank paper and pen
Dare he compose truth to insane vagaries of bought out men?

Robert J. Lindley, no rhyme method used, no pattern, just free thought.
Date May 1st 1974

you must be robert j. lindley.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

you must be robert j. lindley.

Yep, I checked my I.D. It says that name and I will never deny it. --;)--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Than The Grand Illusions Of Those Paradise Shores

I that dares the purple sunlight to ease my soul
splinter and enter this old, discontented heart
all the mistakes, little sins that takes heavy toll
worrisome the most was the quite unsteady start
the shy lad that saw the great frosting on the pane
the midnight calls and the mornings promised truth
the eerie screams, wondering am I really sane
ah but, so goes the hard mysteries of wild youth
did great Achilles disapprove of how he died
the unusual poison sent into his heel
was true that some Greek warriors actually cried
and the gods laid on his fleshly grave a gold seal

O' truth does thy great powers always give us more.
Than the grand illusions of those paradise shores?

Robert J. Lindley - Sonnet
composed on my 21st birthday
March 5th, 1975

Note- I had completely forgotten this poem other
than a very vague memory that I wrote one back then.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy


What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul
the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod
stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal
is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod?
Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part
or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave
My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart
Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save!
Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on
And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more
Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone
As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores.

There is no dark that can easily take my life.
Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife.

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jul 1 27th, 1977

Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old.
Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years.

[icansayit]

The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy


What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul
the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod
stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal
is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod?
Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part
or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave
My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart
Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save!
Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on
And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more
Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone
As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores.

There is no dark that can easily take my life.
Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife.

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jul 1 27th, 1977

Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old.
Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years.
At 76, it's a wonder I'm still around to bug so many, so often.
2 Heart attacks, 2 times EMT's brought me back in an ambulance,
Cancer-10 years and counting clear. 2 times while in uniform.
A navy corpsman saved my life during what had been a Fire Drill.
1 while on the ship's whaleboat...during a Man overboard Drill at sea.
While they were bringing us back aboard the ship in the boat...
The forward cable snapped, and dumped us (5 of us) into the Mediteranian.
Also...during the 70's, as a Firefighter. Fell backward on to a roof next to fire building.
Pulled two muscles around my left knee.
NEXT STOP....Told my wife. Just make sure I have socks on. I hate Cold Feet.:cool:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

At 76, it's a wonder I'm still around to bug so many, so often.
2 Heart attacks, 2 times EMT's brought me back in an ambulance,
Cancer-10 years and counting clear. 2 times while in uniform.
A navy corpsman saved my life during what had been a Fire Drill.
1 while on the ship's whaleboat...during a Man overboard Drill at sea.
While they were bringing us back aboard the ship in the boat...
The forward cable snapped, and dumped us (5 of us) into the Mediteranian.
Also...during the 70's, as a Firefighter. Fell backward on to a roof next to fire building.
Pulled two muscles around my left knee.
NEXT STOP....Told my wife. Just make sure I have socks on. I hate Cold Feet.:cool:

My good friend, God keeps you around for a reason. Your long military career gave you knowledge we do not have!
And you impart your wisdom because you have faith, God bless.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hold Firm Your Immovable Sacred Heart


Your sword that badly broken thrown away
night winds blowing another world apart
seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray
but what of my loving heart that gave your start
has this terrible world defeated us
did the black river decide to flow west
pure gold or did the dying man just cus
as those spitting words cursed you the best.

Hold firm your immovable sacred heart
that pierces very deep my troubled soul
in the Heavens, across Poseidon's chart
red roses strewn celebrating your goal.

Your sword that badly broken thrown away.
Seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray.

Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
July11th 1978

EDIT-
age 24, getting more serious..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes, While Evil Spreads Its Long Greedy Hands

In this world wherein poets dare to live
A crazy place where evil flourishes
O' but tis it not true rich barely give
Honey and manna that so nourishes
Yet the greedy ones take all they can get
They screaming loud we must have more and more
You poor go to the back, shut up and sit
We are busy stealing our biggest score
Poet sees this and elaborates
About wickedness, unsatisfied greed
With poetic words what pure truth so states
Of the plight of the hungry so in need.

Yes, while evil spreads its long greedy hands.
Downtrodden organize to take their stand.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 14th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You Wake Up To Find Out Black And White Are The Same

He said, yes, fear Fate when curves destroy the straight line
When the circle turns into a huge blacken square
And malignant rocks are the food on which you dine
And your saddest night's memories are what you share
Life spins out its tangles to catch cowardly fools
And dawn dances on the sweet memories you hold
Your build your comfort house on sand, with rusty tools
Loss catches you because on folly you are sold
Rumor and lies fly in to create a false truth
Your few friends believe you to be stark raving mad
You try and try to salvage your sad failing youth
Nobody believes your because tall tales are bad.

Life seems to be wrong and a most vicious game.
You wake up to find out black and white are the same.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet

Nov. 5th 1975

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions

Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions
As if hot flaming rays across the window sill
She woke me, I was brainstorming some implosions
Laughed together, love was in the pinkest pill
But day cried out, I am now tantalizing you
Your hearts are combining but my golden rays shift
Radiant glazes that give you more than your due
I work with love, in tandem we paint in to uplift
At the beach morning sun again touched our souls
As the ocean's strong waves washed our lazy feet
We marveled, life astoundingly joined our goals
And it must have been Heaven's lovely will we meet.

That day, in the afternoon we vowed to wed.
That glorious night, we slept in a silken bed.

Robert J. Lindley, August 24th, 1974
Sonnet

[icansayit]

Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions

Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions
As if hot flaming rays across the window sill
She woke me, I was brainstorming some implosions
Laughed together, love was in the pinkest pill
But day cried out, I am now tantalizing you
Your hearts are combining but my golden rays shift
Radiant glazes that give you more than your due
I work with love, in tandem we paint in to uplift
At the beach morning sun again touched our souls
As the ocean's strong waves washed our lazy feet
We marveled, life astoundingly joined our goals
And it must have been Heaven's lovely will we meet.

That day, in the afternoon we vowed to wed.
That glorious night, we slept in a silken bed.

Robert J. Lindley, August 24th, 1974
Sonnet

Never let those feelings fade away. Your Poetry fills your heart forever.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Never let those feelings fade away. Your Poetry fills your heart forever.

Thank you, my good friend. Poetry to me has been a true godsend.
I can vent out my emotions in words and hopefully reading those words may in some way help others. God bless

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For You My Love Through Hell I'd Gladly March

When mother earth into blue sky enfolds
And the oceans dance to a lively tune
The tiny, tiny mouse grows ever bold
Lion growls angrily at the weeping moon
Life spins its mysteries and Hope returns
Nights tender touch gives a sweet splash, fresh kiss
Midnight clock awaits love's fantastic burn
Such romance this begging heart does not miss.

When mother earth eats a ravishing sky
And you my love, find me here waiting
Heart wanting your luscious lips is the why
In your rose garden we began dating.

We first kissed under your garden's arch
For you my sweet love through Hell I'd march!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov.9th, 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down

No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds
And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive
She that loved him took care of his earthly needs
Now hides in darken forest, just barely alive
And would hope to her ever really come
As she prayed for dear life and needed relief
She found that two parts does not always find its sum
In her wounded heart was nothing but deeper grief
Her precious lover had gone away oversea
Alone on dreaded nights, his tender voice she heard
And his tall, handsome ghost at night, she could still see
In dark, she tried desperately to hug those words.

And throughout vast purple range, visions cascade down.
And Fate her young life took with a dark, vicious frown.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2023
Sonnet, dark

Note a friend asked me to write a quick sonnet.
Isaid ok, I can write a ten to fifteen minute sonnet, and it will be good.
So I summoned up my muse and she laughed. She, bet you ten bucks you cannot do it in ten minutes.
I did, so this is it with no edits. Truly I did not think I could do it but she gave me first 4 verses in about ten seconds,.
After that it was me and my old tired brain splashing out ink.
In my youth I once wrote that fast all the time but old age has caught up with me now