A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For Change, I Will Savage The World Today

Alas! This life was not always so grey,
so devoid of excitement and bright shouts.
For change, I will savage the world today
slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts.

What of blackbird notes- Spring's waters and new moon
stony trails and rain beating upon new skins?
Crops flourishing in the sweet month of June
or the lustful vagaries and weakness of men?
Green moss, speaking from ancient trees
fleet shadows passing forth upon grey walls.
Black boots and old bloodstains, splashed to the knees
beautiful dead horses and dark empty stalls?

Alas! This life was not always so grey,
so devoid of excitement and bright shouts.
For change, I will savage the world today
slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts.

Lone mongrels and immaculate party gowns
loud new bands playing with knives, forks and spoons?
Big city blues and gossip in small towns
cowboys drinking, spitting in brass spittoons?
Deep crevices between low lying hills
lonely nights that walk into door-less rooms.
Burning August days and cold noonday chills
brides weeping over disappearing grooms?

Alas! This life was not always so grey,
so devoid of excitement and bright shouts.
For change, I will savage the world today
slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts.

What of rivers no longer flowing to seas
gleeful celebrations of parched white bones?
Sad black pianos with no ivory keys
human agony with no wailing groans?
Eyeless creatures waking from bloodstained beds
hearing only cannons, falsely praised cheers.
Lies gently stroked and religiously spread
depravities, covered by thin veneers?

Alas! This life was not always so grey,
so devoid of excitement and bright shouts.
For change, I will savage the world today
slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts.

What of screaming crowds and hope thus dismissed
and shoes made for giants with toe-less feet?
Or frail crying girls that have never been kissed,
perhaps will never feel love's deepest heat?
Diaries penned in misery and red-blood
dainty fingers with polished nails ripped out.
Graveyards with tombstones washed by winter floods
with decaying bodies washed all about.

Alas! This life was not always so grey,
so devoid of excitement and bright shouts.
For change, I will savage the world today
slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts.

R.J. Lindley,
Sept 17th, 1977
Edited and presented today, 10/22/2017

Note- I shortened this poem. Removed twelve verses.
Reason is, far too many readers today ignore longer poems and often fail to understand if too much personal heartache, life's disappointments
and harsh judgement is written into the piece.
I have the original longer version well kept in my private journal.
Is it better with the twelve extra verses and not edited? I have no clue myself.-- Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Decided to edit a bit this old poem. Update the old note and look back again at my youth--its follies, foolishness, wild ways and too oft miserable times! Such is life and we that survived it--if lucky, learned from it and lived to better ourselves, change our ways and find happiness.-Tyr



Not So Long Ago, I Longed For Sweeter Taste

Not long ago, I walked this world in haste
not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste.
Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul
capturing again your heart, my only goal!

Once before, streams bubbled and dancing moon shone
not long ago, I did not sit here alone.
That was once, when your beautiful heart joined mine
our days of pure bliss, and our world was all fine!

Once before, when pretty blooms graced apple branch
not long ago, we swore eternal romance!
Now deepest red Fall, illustrates our demise
while we both hurt and wear our happy disguise!

Not long ago, I walked this world in haste
not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste.
Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul
capturing again your heart, my only goal!

Once before, you love touch drove me insane
not long ago, our love we swore to maintain!
Yet now, our apple tree has found bitter root
tainting our love, birthing sad decaying fruit!

Once before, days and nights were our paradise
that was before the sun fell, to be precise!
Now shadows, follow our miserable path
and now, we face love betrayed and its great wrath!

Not long ago, I walked this world in haste
not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste.
Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul
capturing again your heart, my only goal!

R.J. Lindley,
November, 23rd, 1977

Old Note- When such deep sadness, eats into wounded heart and brittle bone.
Harsh reality bites deep, when one sits sad and so alone.

New Note- Life flows forth, we walk our path too oft in gleeful blindness.
Only after this dark world beats us mercilessly do we start to open our eyes and if blessed--change our ways!
If sincere and dedicated, more often than not-- those past treasures lost, stolen or simply cast aside will be delivered yet again for us to decide to not be so foolish as to not appreciate and make the right choice!
If we do, then that which was sought and blindly not seen will be seen, embraced and brings its rewards.
In our youth we are too oft blind to the fact, we are the problem, not those that we choose to blame.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Those Poison Arrows That Fate's Dark Bow Flings

Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling
dawn's emerging new mysteries abound.
We walk through this world oft found appalling,
with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound!

I sit, broken man, pondering this thought,
Nature beauty, its replenishing rains.
Casting out nets, examining fish thus caught
and why too oft we bring on our own pains!
Why sunny skies can not heal broken heart,
Spring's cool winds, sad memories that now brings.
Why romance oft fails and lives fall apart
and poison arrows that Fate's dark bow flings!

Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling
dawn's emerging new mysteries abound.
We walk through this world oft found appalling,
with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound!

As I walk into cold and lonely nights
lost crying feet -seeking out matching tunes.
Finding more pains in those shadowy sights
cast by long light-spears from dark broken moons!
Always, I find I have reached our sweet spot,
that hidden cove that gave us such great bliss.
Sad memory I'd rather have than not
of our time there and your every soft kiss!

Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling
dawn's emerging new mysteries abound.
We walk through this world oft found appalling,
with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound!

Back home, I enter rooms without your glow
bedroom there lays your latest party purse.
Darling, that cut hurts more than you can know
yet my waking without you is far worse!
Tomorrow I vow to borrow new hope,
write a poem to forget these crushing blues.
Drink another stronger drink just to cope,
with this dark fate and paying my sad dues!

Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling
dawn's emerging new mysteries abound.
We walk through this world oft found appalling,
with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound!

R.J. Lindley,
1977

Note- Deleted...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Her Warmth, Winter's Bitterest Cold Was Destroyed

Saw dark world, while enduring winter's bitter cold
no beauty in Nature as his father had told.
Middle child, farm born and in its great hardship raised
seeing nothing in Nature's dark wrath to be praised!

As the Years and Time both began to his life teach
more understanding into his young heart did reach.
Forests and its animals he had come to love,
with majesty of night stars shining high above.

Gazing across fields of flowers, lush green clover
dreaming of the beauty of her, one farm over.
How she glowed when giving him that first kiss that day
those sweet visits when her parents were gone away!

How he found, with her love, world's dark he could avoid
In her warmth, winter's bitterest cold was destroyed!

R. J. Lindley
Sonnet (12/12), subject, "First Love."
August 22nd, 1968

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Come every November, I remember winter's bitter cold in my youth(the 60's).
And I remember a ravishing beauty, that brought warmth and light into a dark and sad world-
even tho' nothing ever happened, more than just a great many kisses!!
From my private journal, oldest poem written(age 14).
Edited greatly today, as I changed verses to past tense, since this is a look back..--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fragmented Thoughts And Other Vanities

Why do stray dogs bark very late at night
do they fear man's greed, waking up in fright?
Can dogs dream of huge castles, gold and bones
show love's pleasure with deep, feverish moans?

Why do birds fly patterns in sunny skies
and oft decide to drop little bird pies?
Or in winter neatly line power lines
as beggars looking for promising signs?

Could earth ever purge darkest realities
avoid future death with sad finalities?
Or wake to create another new season
to slow man's greed and lusts, with good reason?

Why do stray dogs bark very late at night
do they fear man's greed, waking up in fright?
Can dogs dream of huge castles, gold and bones
show love's pleasure with deep, feverish moans?

Could man's life, stand any more mysteries
begin to learn from tragic histories?
Or wake to see Nature and we are wed
stuck together til one of us is dead?

R.J. Lindley
Feb.17th, 1971

OLD Note: There are no dumb questions, but there are many, many sad answers.

NEW Note: Forty-six years later and still asking..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Woke up. Could not go back to sleep. So I wrote this dark piece.--Tyr





poet's notes

Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2017

(nightmares, monsters and this evil world's other dark gifts)
rhyme-(12/12)

Ravenous Wolf Will Not Thy Appetite Thee Sate

sate-
sate1
sat/
verb
verb: Sate; 3rd person present: Sates; past tense: Sated; past participle: Sated; gerund or present participle: Sating

satisfy (a desire or an appetite) to the full.
"sate your appetite at the resort's restaurant"
supply (someone) with as much as or more of something than is desired or can be managed.



Ravenous Wolf, Will Not Thy Appetite Thee Sate

Monster, from what black demonic lair, does thee hail
with thy razor claws and malignant odor smell?
Deafening, thy blasting that fear inducing sound
racing up from thy beastly estate underground!

Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate
with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state?

Monster, when will thee tire of this sad, morbid game
gnash and rip me to shreds, erase my cursed name?
Come now my foe. Let us fight just this one last fight
finally, thy wicked hide, i can burn this night!

Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate
with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state?

Monster, thee hast lost, when thy fear holds no power
for this night, thy defeat comes in the midnight hour.
Will thy evil howls turn into screams of defeat
as thy crushed carcass lays at this true victor's feet?

Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate
with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2017
Rhyme-(12/12)

sate-
sate1
sat/
verb
verb: Sate; 3rd person present: Sates; past tense: Sated; past participle: Sated; gerund or present participle: Sating

satisfy (a desire or an appetite) to the full.
"sate your appetite at the resort's restaurant"
supply (someone) with as much as or more of something than is desired or can be managed.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | year posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rascal, A Vagabond, A Thief Seeking - Amens!

I went into a dark room to pay for my sins
rascal, a vagabond, a thief seeking - Amens!
I dwelt there, lost fool still in disgraceful disguise
truth can not be denied, word to the wise!

Without gleaming mornings, noon-times or clear, bright nights
flashes in ice-cold darkness, revealed monstrous sights.
Hands chained, I walked barefoot upon broken glass
I prayed for dawns and walks on soft green grass!

Years flew by, rescue seemed an impossible dream
hands tied, I could write no words to my soul redeem
There were far more deep cuts than those upon bare feet
for each night, dark monsters I had to greet!

I went into a dark room to pay for my sins
a rascal, a vagabond, thief seeking - Amens!
If ever you find yourself in such a bad mess
best to hit your knees and your wickedness confess!

R.J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1973
Rhyme - Subject, (A dark path once raced.)

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[Russ]

Robert,

I love this poem "I Pray for Mercy and a Tally Not Too Precise"! You put into words some general thoughts I have ever had. In the end, we all need to pray more for mercy than for justice. We always underestimate how much we're more in need of the mercy. :)

Russ



Today, I felt like composing a second and a third sonnet..
Hope you may enjoy these poems written in a more classic way.-Tyr


Thy Kindness And Mercy Shall Forever Prevail

Against light of a thousand moons thy face outshines
gleaming bright stars and night sky's brilliant glow.
Thou art sad heart's feast, upon thy love lost soul dines
with man's well soothed spirit racing in tow.

Standing in earth's darkness, you destroy blackened hues
in perfect harmony thy voice rewards.
With peace, joy and hope asking no repayment dues
thou art true love sang by the olden bards.

Against the massive plights of vilest earthen ills
thy gentle touch gifts healing relief.
In thy denying pain of Hades wicked wills
man may find again life saving belief.

Against dreaded death's long, painful and darkest veil
Thy kindness and mercy shall forever prevail.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016

Sonnet- Lin 12,10
Word count-112


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I Pray For Mercy And A Tally Not Too Precise


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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 12/12
136 words


Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Written for my Poem a day thread....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If Breaking Form, Enjoy Taking That Chance

When you write your words, hell just let 'em flow
open heart and mind, speak plain as honest Joe.
Let pen, ink and muse dance and soundly jell
even should it wake to crack somebody's shell.

And should you find, moments of fearful doubt
reach in deeper and just let it all fly out.
There is power in truth, ripped from one's heart
helping others to know, sets us apart.

Poets should first sing well and then gaily dance
if breaking form, enjoy taking that chance.
For rebelling has helped poetry grow
gifts are not all tied with bright ribbon and bow.

Be of good cheer, hold on to life's great gift
Oft greatest, is to other lives so uplift.

R. J. Lindley,
Sept, 12th ,1987

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deep Within Love's Soft Veils

Walk, this new path with me-
Within dawn's beckoning new lights,
Where Spring's new flowers grow,
Cool days wandering into nights,
Long before the cold winter snows.

Walk, this new path with me-
From loneliness to love's great gift,
Sweet words and softer touch,
Wading into streams that uplift,
While in love, dare we ask this much?

Walk, this new path with me-
Through flowing years and our great lives,
In passion's deep abyss,
content, where each loving heart thrives,
sealed with, bright new morn's gentle kiss.

Walk, this new path with me-
Within dawn's beckoning new lights,
Where Spring's new flowers grow,
Cool days wandering into nights,
Long before the cold winter snows.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2017

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May enter in new contest. Written primarily to try to break this dark gloom that invades my life.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When By Love His Dark and Broken Heart Was Healed

Her innocence did his cold, dark heart steal;
FOR WADING IN DARKNESS, HE HAD NO SHAME:
Only what he took, to him seemed to be real
And mercy had never been in his game.

Seeing her beauty and innocent ways;
DARKNESS IN HIS BLACK SOUL CRIED TO THIS STEAL:
Gentle sweetness and her soft, peaceful days
Another victim for his lustful meal.

Fate and Evil allowed his sad conquest;
THIS TIME IT CAME WITH ITS OWN CLEVER TWIST:
Day or night he found her dear touch the best
And knew not why his eyes began to mist!

Moment came, thunder and lighting was felt;
GREATEST SHOCK, WHEN LOVE IS FOUND TO BE REAL:
With this new turn, fire burned til darkness melt
He felt shame trying such beauty to steal!

Caught between new and true love and past deeds;
He cried for help and to hold this great gift:
Suddenly he found his new heart now bleeds
And only faithful love, his soul uplift!

Once darkness held him in its evil grip;
There lay no room for love's hope and true light:
In his sorrow he felt as a lost ship
With no way to hold her and make things right!

Then a voice spoke, saying walk your new path;
Abandon your old dark ways and be free:
True love found, you will not suffer my wrath
Be true to her and true will stay with thee!

What once walked in darkness, now knew true love;
What once was stolen now a gift given:
Mercy and light both granted from above
And in truth's light, they both went on liven'.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Nature Too Oft Finds Itself In Mortal Chains

What great truth doth dawn unfold that false pride rejects
Is it the gleam of dew falling from red, red rose?
Is Nature's great beauty, sun and sky both respect
Or strutting peacock striking magnificent pose?

Could it be fair winds whipping lake waters about
As glimmering lights are cast on its sandy shores?
Fish splash and turtles sunbathing with long-neck snouts
Or early morning's rains that splatter as clouds pour?

What great truth doth man's huge vanity yet deny
Could it be, that man so stains Nature's true beauty?
Man a beggar, stealing from earth's heart to get by?
Pretending his crimes are born from love and duty?

Could it be, man's deeds are at best terrible stains
Where Nature oft finds itself, bound in mortal chains?

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet in 12/12..

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poe's Nightmare And Penitence
(In The Spirit Of Poe)

Her statue in the hall, moved ever so slightly,
I saw this movement upon every midnight stroke-
Alone, eagerly waiting for this dark magic nightly
Shivers given, very addictive but sadly were no joke,
Anticipation burned awaiting that movement refined
For each night at midnight it moved just a bit more
And sat I, there to watch as I so greedily dined,
Upon the tender, ethereal flesh of my love, Lenore!

As the darkened years swiftly raced into the mists:
I prayed to the dark gods for mercy evermore,
And Lenore's name was always on my pleading lists
Come back, come back again to me- my sweet Lenore!

Last year, that eerie, moving statue began to smile
A wicked little grin, a grimace for to be sure
My mind confused, for this was not in her style
The movement and soft grace of my Lenore so pure;
Aha! Could this be the spirit of the Raven gone?
Returneth to plague and so vex my tired old Soul,
Or my mind deranged from its loneliness trying to atone
For a grieving hate-darkened heart as black as coal?

Now the statue has made it from corner to the door,
There was no creaking and groaning as it slowly walks
Nor any of the great beauty resplendent in my Lenore
Yet for years now, we've had our mystical, nightly talks!

Last night the door opened and away she magically flew
By all the dark gods, I cried for her to not fly away!
Please stay and in this dark dungeon reside, just we two,
Alas! Aghast at this penitence, my ruined heart to pay;
Where once the sheer brightness of her love and name,
Would heal my wounds and thus join us in bright light of day
Raven! What hellish playing you've done in this wicked game
For I grieve ever more, for Lenore to love me and stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015
A dark and sad tale, written in the Spirit of Poe

Poe's Nightmare And Penitence
(In The Spirit Of Poe)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As We Jostle For That Next New Joy-Ride

How shall we seek out our happiness now
at this closing of this our darkest hour?
When life brings on a dark so very foul
no brave flag waves from this castle's tower.

Only stench of the corruption below
holds our dulled senses in disbelief.
Multi-colored balloons, just for show
in our deep blindness, we feel no true grief.

Fields stretched in desolation galore
barren yet seen with usual foolish pride.
Seas foaming with sad and polluted shores
as we jostle for that next new joy-ride!

Shall we clap, welcome our coming demise
Or seek counsel from some sages most wise?

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1990

NEW NOTE--I have absolutely no memory of what event, inspired this old poem. Could have been a dark-cloud night and bad troubles long since forgotten. I am now quite sure if that is the case , I do not want to regain that lost memory.
I could not write this morn--as the blues ate too deeply into my soul last night. Thus I present this old write and hope that some may enjoy reading it. Twenty-seven years ago, it was inked down on paper and now I have no memory of the why and/or the event that triggered it.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Another one written ages ago..--Tyr


Long Talk With My Grandfather, I Should Have Listened

Old man sat on wooden front porch apple peeling
talking to me pulling weeds in his flower bed
He oft had that wide eyed gaze, with its sad feelings
of world's deep woes and battle cries in his old head.

Oft would say, young man, pull that weed right over there
as if my eyes were as blind as often his were
In anger I'd pull weeds right next to it and stare
wait for him to bark at me, like a surly cur!

We played that game, talking around and we learned
more about life and this world than we knew before
Its too easily given treasures we both spurned
and sailing rotten ships upon its stony shores.

Old man would say, young man now you listen up close
be careful of they that will lure away your heart
they will eat your eager young soul, leave you morose
that will be the wicked cut that tears you apart!

I merely smiled, having heard all this crap before
his words tho' true fell upon blind mind and deaf ears
In romantic dreams I saw simmering love and more
raging hot pleasures finding me through coming years!

Now I know, his words given were wise and so true
for those o' so hot pleasures were just deeper traps
Each laced with sharper cutting blades and pits of glue
my legs and arms soon bound with unbreakable straps.

Now in dreams I see old man there apple peeling
he says, you never learned to pull that one weed
In life you sought to gain more in love by stealing
but only found heartache making you slowly bleed!

Old man sat on wooden front porch apple peeling
talking to me pulling weeds in his flower bed
He oft had that wide eyed gaze, with its sad feelings
of world's deep woes and battle cries in his old head.

R.J. Lindley,
Sept 20th 1978

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Christmas Blessing

Dawn he woke, frosted windowpane wiped to see
glistening earth and how the coming day would be.
Christmas season, his kids were ecstatic and overjoyed
yet mom could not come, that their joy would destroy!

Then he thought, leave that worry for tomorrow
tis the wondrous season for joy, not for sorrow.
A time to give thanks for sweet blessings one had
embrace the season's heart, not be so very sad!

Memories flooded forth, she was his greatest love
a blessing, a true-life angel gifted from above.
He could see her standing there, her beautiful smile
she had promised, will be back in a little while.

Again great sadness burst into his dearest dream
"a little while", turned into forever, or so it did seem.
Then his thoughts, were interrupted by a phone call
she phoned saying, I am coming home after all.

Overseas job had ended and she would catch the next flight
She was in tears, know together they'd be that night!
He held back, not daring to cry in front of their three kids
knowing his company had done that, with its winning bids!

She would never know, the huge loss it would take
he did not care, missing her more, his heart would break.
Kids were crying, hearing their mom was soon to arrive
as if they had been dying and now they would survive!

Dawn he woke, frosted windowpane wiped to see
glistening earth and how the coming day would be.
Christmas season, his kids were ecstatic and overjoyed
happiest blessing for all, now that mom was unemployed.

R.J. Lindley
December 21st, 1977

Note- Written based upon a real life event. About a friend of my oldest brother and how they had their best Christmas ever. The mom came back from overseas work and soon found a much better job at home.
The dad and was overjoyed being with his beloved wife,the kids in seventh heaven with mom back home and later it turns out that the high winning bid his company submitted to get the contract, still made the company a very hefty profit..
Who says, that hidden blessings are not gifted at Christmas time!??

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Table Oft Bare, Nothing, Nothing To Eat

Once he wrote until his tired fingers bled
ink splashed on paper and oft long nights
He a young poet, mind and heart well fed
his Muse even sweeter with great insights!

Cold nights with hot cup of coffee in hand
he would settle in, do nothing but write
Oft of this dark world, no more could he stand
world's savagery and blindness of sight!

Happy weeks, flowed poems of sweet romance
or Nature and beauty gifted mankind
Sad times his darker poems came not by chance
but by deliberate thought to remind!

Now ancient, his tired soul in retreat
Table oft bare, nothing- Nothing to eat!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-16-2017
Sonnet, ( On Old Age and Its Sad Sorrows)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Found this poem fragment this morn. Had to finish the poem, as my muse never relents when I choose to ignore her. Hope it may be of good cheer and uplift many when reading. As children are the greatest of treasures and Christmas truly highlights that fact, IMHO.--Tyr


A Far Brighter And Blessed Christmas This Year

Last Christmas, little Timmy was so sad and blue
Santa brought no presents, had sent them all to you.
This Christmas he was confident would be better
He had found ink and pen, sent Santa a letter!

One more day and a better Christmas would be here
He knew in his heart and it would be of good cheer.
Gazing out his living room window all that morn
He saw carol singers, praise Christ that had been born!

That night, while little Timmy slept safe in his bed
White snow and presents, were dream visions in his head.
In his home, mom and dad were wrapping many gifts
Saying prayers for God's blessing that so uplifts!

For Dad had gotten an advance on his first book.
God blessed, a sincere prayer, was all it had took.

Robert J. Lindley. (Christmas sonnet, in 12 syllable verses)
Started 12 -03-1989, finished from fragment this morn- 12-21-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Russ]

Really nice, Robert.


When By Love His Dark and Broken Heart Was Healed

Her innocence did his cold, dark heart steal;
FOR WADING IN DARKNESS, HE HAD NO SHAME:
Only what he took, to him seemed to be real
And mercy had never been in his game.

Seeing her beauty and innocent ways;
DARKNESS IN HIS BLACK SOUL CRIED TO THIS STEAL:
Gentle sweetness and her soft, peaceful days
Another victim for his lustful meal.

Fate and Evil allowed his sad conquest;
THIS TIME IT CAME WITH ITS OWN CLEVER TWIST:
Day or night he found her dear touch the best
And knew not why his eyes began to mist!

Moment came, thunder and lighting was felt;
GREATEST SHOCK, WHEN LOVE IS FOUND TO BE REAL:
With this new turn, fire burned til darkness melt
He felt shame trying such beauty to steal!

Caught between new and true love and past deeds;
He cried for help and to hold this great gift:
Suddenly he found his new heart now bleeds
And only faithful love, his soul uplift!

Once darkness held him in its evil grip;
There lay no room for love's hope and true light:
In his sorrow he felt as a lost ship
With no way to hold her and make things right!

Then a voice spoke, saying walk your new path;
Abandon your old dark ways and be free:
True love found, you will not suffer my wrath
Be true to her and true will stay with thee!

What once walked in darkness, now knew true love;
What once was stolen now a gift given:
Mercy and light both granted from above
And in truth's light, they both went on liven'.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[LongTermGuy]

Found this poem fragment this morn. Had to finish the poem, as my muse never relents when I choose to ignore her. Hope it may be of good cheer and uplift many when reading. As children are the greatest of treasures and Christmas truly highlights that fact, IMHO.--Tyr


A Far Brighter And Blessed Christmas This Year

Last Christmas, little Timmy was so sad and blue
Santa brought no presents, had sent them all to you.
This Christmas he was confident would be better
He had found ink and pen, sent Santa a letter!

One more day and a better Christmas would be here
He knew in his heart and it would be of good cheer.
Gazing out his living room window all that morn
He saw carol singers, praise Christ that had been born!

That night, while little Timmy slept safe in his bed
White snow and presents, were dream visions in his head.
In his home, mom and dad were wrapping many gifts
Saying prayers for God's blessing that so uplifts!

For Dad had gotten an advance on his first book.
God blessed, a sincere prayer, was all it had took.

Robert J. Lindley. (Christmas sonnet, in 12 syllable verses)
Started 12 -03-1989, finished from fragment this morn- 12-21-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017




My friend Robert...Thank you for some great Poems!
....When I need some Inspiration.... I come to your thread and shop for needed piece of mind...

Thank you again friend...

Jack,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Did So Out Of Love, Not Out Of Blinded Blindness

I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness,
I broke down that massive gate just for you.
I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness
I fought that battle, so to our true romance renew!

You are the depths of mercy in your kindness
You are the beautiful angel that is fair and true.
You are my deliverer from pains and epic sadness
You are the love and blessing that is long overdue!

I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness,
I broke down that massive gate just for you.
I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness
I fought that battle, so to, our true romance renew!

Those dark valleys and shadows are nightmares gone
For into our blessed paradise, both our souls have flown!

R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On Death And Its Mysteries

Weary of life, no lingering death does he ask
As hungry spider says to the struggling fly,
I wait and proudly succeed at my assigned task
And I will soon and gaily eat you by the by.

What of the firm honor he had foolishly lost
Welcoming dawns and her deep love on starlit nights?
Had not secret winds warned him of lying cost,
Flying blind, crashing into angels with no lights?

Darkness invaded, true romance was never found
Now in storm lashing seas, heart and soul both lost,
Weary of life, he sought mercy, refuge underground
And cried out, "Be damned its cold morning frost"!

Death, was it not just another word for being free?
Or mere rotting fruits fallen from an ancient tree?

R.J. Lindley,
April 10th, 1973

Note- Deleted.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Having been sick these last few days, has taken me 4 days to write this piece.
Now presented with no edits and may end up getting none..-Tyr


As High Tide Washed In Its Treasures And Roaring Sounds
(Death and Ghostly Pleas)

I ran into the high tide and its drowning roar
no more shall waking dawns find my waning glow
There was life but I always wanted so much more
not the false glamour or wealth made just for show.

Soon as receding waters remove rotting skin
I shall stride ashore, ghostly and with new heart
No longer a failure among throngs of vain men
where only death can bring another hopeful start?

Will not new moon and hot sun then warm my soul
summer breeze's flow ease this long panting desire
O' spirit! Thank this, in death was paid the great toll
to find her vanished love and relight dying fires.

I moan in anguish, from low hills and distant bays
for this estate is lonely, dark and strangely cold
Doomed to vanish in brilliant light of sunny days
as stories of my death children are often told.

Her soul, I wander and search for each night in vain
it is as she has now vanished from earth and sky
My love, my all, of her nothing here now remains
now I am again lost and ask the reason why.

Bitter and dark, this state I in agony roam
begging help and pity from night skies above
As if dead hero from one of the ancient tomes
sacrificed life and all for she that he truly loves.

Dark has fallen, distant hills, hear a wailing moan
a sad plea from lost lover once far out of bounds
I see her, waiting at shore, standing all alone
as high tide washed in its treasures and roaring sounds.


Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017
Rhyme ( (Death and Ghostly Pleas)

Edit- To fix a fix typo in the title...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Watched You Making Fresh Coffee Early This Morn

I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn,
thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn
and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello
your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"!

How on our first date you told me truth you wanted
not the wealth that other men so vainly flaunted
and with that faithful moral and character stand
how later, we both accepted our wedding bands.

Darling, this about you I know and dearly love
you are gentle but so firm when push comes to shove,
and in your heart rests an angel's sweeter touch
your inner grace and deep beauty I love so much!

Last night, you glowing in that dress of brightest blue,
I know they wondered this, how I ever got you,
with that this truly blessed heart nearly leaped out
and you my wife are all I ever think about!

I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn,
thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn
and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello
your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2005
Romanticism (LIFE AND LOVE)
Dedicated to my daring wife.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

While Resting In An Ancient Orchard

While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke
Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke
Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too have his heel
Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel?

Air so short, my mind saw new streaming lights
About to die, I thought of our wondrous nights
Years that had flown, how your image had faded
Or had just my indifferent darkness me so jaded?

Struggling hard, my last gasps I let out a vicious cry
Why, why on this accursed earth must I now die
And with that blast, a great power came over me
I tore back unwarranted wrath and set myself free!

Safe again, my tired soul asked the sky to shine
I would sing and dance for this newest lifeline
While dancing I tripped on a rock and downward fell
Another sad place I landed but now I refuse to tell.

While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke
Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke
Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too, have his heel
Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel?

R.J. Lindley,
May 12th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Before Dawn's Falling Dew Wets Thirsty Earth


Before dawn's falling dew wets thirsty earth
Before morning birds chirp their first sounds
Before the day eats its fill and purges man's soul
A brief moment between waking and harsh light
Exists in dimensions that hide from arrogance of mankind

Sky awaits its orders from Sun's fierce hearth
Clouds parade as if they want to sing and dance
The Winds flow high, low, through and all around
Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt
Children sleep and dream of the sweets that life may bring

Rivers flow, wind and bend to the earth's heaving chest
Rocks cry out, "Break me , if your heart aches."
Waters beckons to be drank, painted, splashed and sailed
Mountains standing tall, cry, "Man thou art so small"
Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt

Rain builds and waits its own sweet time
To gift a blessing or in rage destroy man and beasts with floods
Man vainly announces that he alone is the mighty King
While death walks with darkness hand in hand
And Nature begins to tremble at destruction mankind brings

Dew falls silently upon thirsty earth and plants joyously sing
Trees stand regal and accept the dripping gift
Life, walks blindly in man's massive greed and wanton lusts
Future promise weakens as father Time brings old age
Silent voices, wait in dreams yet to ever be found

R.J. Lindley
June 19th, 1982
Free verse(My first)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Find Her Again

That summer he was a waste, his heart held ransom
she was, ravishing goddess holding the key knew not.
He never thought of himself as special or handsome
but his heart so truly loved her and that was a lot!

One night she came to him and he knew it was so
for no mere dream could such deep love give.
In his heart of heart he saw her radiance grow
and with that joyful reality he began again to live!

Alas! Such deep bliss was never meant to be
He woke, an undelivered love letter on the table.
Outside he ran, saw her name carved into the tree
and only then recalled, she was the princess in a fable!

Sad and dejected, he went back inside, to his bed
to find her yet again, always in his dreaming head!

R.J. Lindley .
April 9th, 1973
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SO LONG AGO, YET I STILL REMEMBER THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM--TYR

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Until Gabriel Blows That Sounding Horn

What of long treading years, in a vast wasteland spent,
guilt for shamelessly trekking along on safe trails
Was such the life for decent, true and brave men meant
or vacant treasury of a sad life that fails?
Do such mercenary lusts, placate such lost souls,
where hearts languish in invisible prisons deep
Is it best to live as burrowing blind moles
or best to live our dreams when we are not asleep?

What of sacrifices of those we most admire
their many cuts and bruises fearlessly endured
They that themselves put their own feet to the fire
rather that walk seeking life boringly insured
What of a Bowie, Crockett, Jackson or a Boone
think they had such well known adventures without pain
Life is for living, it is over far too soon
be not those playing along seeking no hard strain!

If not for such brave, hardy souls where would we be
what freedoms and immense futures would we now hold
True freedom demands blood from those who would be free
which is why such great heroes stories are oft told!
Dark world commands that we must for freedom defend
our dear lives, hopes and magnificent dreams thus born
If at such sad costs, to hell we must others send
we should do so til Gabriel blows sounding horn!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2018
(DEDICATED TO ALL THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN THAT HAVE MADE THIS NATION GREAT AND ESPECIALLY TO THOSE THAT SERVED IN OUR MILITARY TO DEFEND IT.)
Edited and lengthened today from a poem written back in 1976. -Tyr

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

R.J. Lindley,
Originally written, July 12th, 1974
Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires)

Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled.

New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true...

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If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On

If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

If Fate is no friend and pain is, dream on
for Hope waits in dreams to give it's rewards
If favorite songs have lost their sweet tone
know bliss may await, in your future cards.

If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

If love denies, that you exist, dream on
oft love is elusive, fickle as Fate
If years feel wasted and forever gone
know life promises, " It is not too late"

If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

If bad health and Death are inside your door
believe that Hope and life can still joy give
If failing, you always dream of much more
know dreams can help, the final life you live.

If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

R.J. Lindley,
Originally written, July 12th, 1974
Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires)

Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled.

New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Decided today, to bring this old poem out from its hidden place in my private journal.--Tyr

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Presenting , an edited version of the poem shown above , edited by my dear friend, exceptionally talented fellow poet, Lin Lane...

If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On

If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on
If your life is a bore or seems dumb, dream on

If Fate is not a friend but pain seems to be, dream on
for Hope waits for us in dreams to give its rewards
If favorite songs have lost the sweetness of tone
know bliss may await in the next turn of cards.

If your dreams fail to come true
there is something you can do
dream on, always dream on

If love denies your desire, or that you exist, dream on
Too oft love is elusive and as fickle as Fate
If you feel years have been wasted, forever gone
know that life holds promises, " It is never too late."

If your dreams fail to come true
Remember gray skies will turn blue
dream on, keep dreaming on

If bad health and Death have knocked on your door
believe that Faith will guide you to joy it can give
If you keep failing, with God build a better rapport
Don't allow your dreams to die. They deserve to live.

If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on
Don't relinquish your reveries to hither and yon

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Broken And All Hope Lost, What Does One Do

I am old, tired and I no longer want to write
the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out
Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too
the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight
just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt!

Where does eagle fly when its feathers are all gone
into canyon walls crashing into a sad heap
Nature may speak loud and although man may ignore
we all end up buried and cast into white bones
with our destroyed dreams and that eternal deep sleep!

So tell me, what real Hope can you, my friends, now give
that an old dog can chew on that is not crushed rock
Lights are off, this cold hurts so and heat is not on
Fighting for my survival and this life still live
as the trumpet sounds and I hear that old tick tock!

I am old, tired and I no longer want to write
the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out
Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too
the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight
just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt!

R.J. Lindley
November 10th, 1990
Rhyme,(Where Dark Shadows Prevail)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Beg For Words Of Solace, Both Soothing And Wise

When dying red embers, cast off fast fading glows
night's winds whip up early to send a colder chill
I see in my dreams white tombstones neat in long rows
and know the sorrow that hand of death will instill.

I weep not for myself or my early demise
rather for epic pains, my loved ones shall then know
I beg for words of solace, both soothing and wise
and their renewed happiness to forever grow.

As those fire-red embers slowly fade away
I pray for mercy and relief for those I love
In my sad heart, I long for yet another day
before I pass and soul flies to heaven above.

When sweet fires of life are about to play out
family and that love are what it was all about.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2018
Sonnet, (On Love And Family)

Note- My muse has beat on me ever since I presented an old poem this morn.
Cursing me for being lazy and crying about my worrisome back pain.
"Write something, you old lazy dog" , she repeatedly cried
So came this poem, a sonnet, about my thoughts on the future night before I died..
Believe me she is oft a dark and evil taskmaster, devoid of compassion.
Which is yet another burden, that I must with deep foresight and greater wisdom bear....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Walk Into Corridors Darkened So

As I walk into corridors darkened so
time is neither enemy, ally nor friend.
Can not see birds but hear calls of the crows
signaling one day, this sad life will truly end.

Hold back my son, your heart now betrays
the black invades body, soul and mind.
Seek the wisdom and the ancient ways
hear spirits from your ancestral kind.

As that black door looms ever more near
look back at a life and past liven.
Cede not your joy into pits of fear
for such acts can not be forgiven.

As I walk into corridors darkened so
time is neither enemy, ally nor friend.
Can not see birds but hear calls of the crows
signaling one day, this sad life will truly end.

Robert J. Lindley,1-22-2018
(Where Darkness Lays In Wait)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall

Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.

Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays
Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains.

Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken
Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills
Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken
For relief waited, brings coldest chills.

Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm.
Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light)

NOTE- Written from a message received in a dream last night.
My Muse refused to let me ignore it (beat on me until I relented), thus I sat down and wrote it..
Hope my enjoy and even understand, that such happens in life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Balu]

You know, Robert, WHY I adore your poems? - Because you HAVE what to say and are able to deliver it in such a talent form. Thank you, my Friend Robert, for such a great pleasure you constantly are granting to me and mine.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

you know, robert, why i adore your poems? - because you have what to say and are able to deliver it in such a talent form. Thank you, my friend robert, for such a great pleasure you constantly are granting to me and mine.


i thank you my friend. What more can a poet ask for than for his poetry to serve others and bring joy and knowledge that helps others?
A wonderful gift to find it helps your grandchildren!! --tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve
PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered")

The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too
Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky
Once seen, it would hold you like super glue
Only with life cursed, could you find out why.

There it hid, back in ancient forest deep,
Lording over seven massive black stones
With it's mystery treasures it would keep,
Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones.

Some few dared look at it under moonlight
For tales told of horrific bloody scenes
Some went crazy while others lost their sight
As it showed what real horror truly means!

Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried
Only man to see its darkest depths before he died
Fodder for dark tales written until his grave
Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave.

Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues
Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words
Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues
Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird!

Later one man studied well, this haunting tale
One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be
Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell
Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree.

There was method to his madness and brave plan
Yet others would quake if they had only known
He a great author, poet and even braver man
Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own!

For twenty years he had researched and learned
Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong
With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned
He often visited with bright sun tagging along.

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

(NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Part Two, (The First Dream)
now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten....

What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses
Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses.
Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit
Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"?

Can one foresee the message that is being sent
Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint?
Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true,
While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you!

Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight
Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light.
Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap,
Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap.

Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep
If not, then consequences would be sad and steep.

[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]

What My Muse Told Me Late One Stormy Night

Poetry splashed ink, seen by blinded eyes
What horrors! Words that makes one stop to think-
About this world and its circus of lies
Do not read, touch or even dare to blink.
Yet a poet dares spend precious time
Oft brooding, colluding and losing sleep
Ink rained down, yes, in that abandoned rhyme
To other's dismay, some of it is deep.

Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show
And dead-ink horses only serve to beat.
Freedom never served, never seems to grow
Dead horses stink and are not good to eat!

Apples hanging red are ready to pluck
Tho' orchard may only be ancient trees
Why toss good fruit into the mire and the muck
It is not as if locks never need keys
Hold those horses, old Tex has more to say
With his six-guns out and ready to blast
Tex yells, "varmints best that you kneel to pray"
Best do it now and make damn sure its fast!

Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show
And dead-ink horses only serve to beat.
Freedom never served, never seems to grow
Dead horses stink and are not good to eat!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-05-2018
(Horses need riders and green pastures)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death.
Found again (and finished) this afternoon in an old poetry book.

When A Poet Feels A Break Is Needed

O at the times I swore to drop this pen,
rejoin the multitudes of normal men.
Those sleepless nights, this old writing hand ached,
from sweat and tears, true poet can not fake.
Times when being stalled gave me heaving fits
and dark dream writing came from hellish pits.
O the words I have splashed forth and cursed
the rewrites and sad edits I have nursed.

Why not abandon poet's heavy heart
go back before this addiction did start.
Turn to the light and life begin anew,
hold out for better and receive my due.
Walk into meadows, bright flowered and green
look to the future as a bright eyed teen.
Stare into the heavens on moonlit nights
see and refuse to ink the starry lights.

If my soul can decide to turn away,
renounce this addiction on that fine day.
Race into new life and as wordless man,
give ink and paper an eternal ban.
Learn to live without this deep blessed curse
rest in my solitude and feel no worse.
Should that day come and my mind so abide
I'll forever, my inner thoughts thus hide.

Robert J. Lindley
Feb. 22nd 2017

Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death. Found again this afternoon in an old poetry book.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

I opened a poetry book found in a nightstand drawer today and thus this poem was born from the poem fragment in that book..
I had no memory of writing it but I saw that I had done so a few weeks after my mother's death.
I felt it was a must that -- I FINISH IT TODAY AND PRESENT IT..-TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now Too Old And Who The Hell Cares

He was old, too tired and alone
feeling sadness deep in his bones.
Paper cursed, his pen went bad
night was dark, heartbreak was so sad.

Looking back, his life full of scars
few he got fighting in bars.
Now too old and who the hell cares
that a poet's words he now shares?

Dread, that deep dread that dark nights bring
can poet words, speak of such things?
What solace, can memories give
when years are far too few to live?

Ah, but this he still thinks of you
true love found, found both of you two.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2018
Sonnet (In eight's)( Dark night Echoes)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears.
She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
Am angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018
Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Edit, 3-03-2018- This poem won Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site, a few days ago. Also it placed 2nd IN A CONTEST.
Beaten by a truly magnificent poem that I too thought was superior......-Tyr

[Russ]

Excellent, Robert. :clap:

When do we get to see the rest?



Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve
PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered")

The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too
Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky
Once seen, it would hold you like super glue
Only with life cursed, could you find out why.

There it hid, back in ancient forest deep,
Lording over seven massive black stones
With it's mystery treasures it would keep,
Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones.

Some few dared look at it under moonlight
For tales told of horrific bloody scenes
Some went crazy while others lost their sight
As it showed what real horror truly means!

Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried
Only man to see its darkest depths before he died
Fodder for dark tales written until his grave
Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave.

Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues
Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words
Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues
Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird!

Later one man studied well, this haunting tale
One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be
Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell
Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree.

There was method to his madness and brave plan
Yet others would quake if they had only known
He a great author, poet and even braver man
Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own!

For twenty years he had researched and learned
Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong
With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned
He often visited with bright sun tagging along.

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

(NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Part Two, (The First Dream)
now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten....

What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses
Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses.
Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit
Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"?

Can one foresee the message that is being sent
Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint?
Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true,
While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you!

Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight
Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light.
Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap,
Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap.

Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep
If not, then consequences would be sad and steep.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Excellent, Robert. :clap:

When do we get to see the rest?

Thinks for reminding me my friend. I had written 6 verses , stopped to do other things family duties ,etc. and had forgotten to go back to complete this piece. This much longer, more complex poems seem to tire me out now, when younger they did not. Back than I'd write three/four hours nonstop to complete a 48 or 64 verse poem.
To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn.

This old poem is in the process of a major rewrite, so I am rewriting most of it to fit a syllable count, flow smoother and give greater imagery.. -Tyr.

[Russ]

To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn.
-Tyr.

Thank you, Robert. This post made my day. :beer:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Prayer


Strike me quick, should I dare to stray
cast me into dark dungeons of disarray
Cut this tongue from my lost ailing head
weep not immense flow of bleeding red

Steady my feet upon well trodden path
grant me dawn's light, stay thy wrath
In glow of greater ever brighter lights
hold me safe through darkest of nights

Stand clear with thy ever helpful sign
to thy love and mercy let my heart resign
Through my youth, bless my tender years
walk with me, help me conquer my fears

Shine thy moon and stars with deeper gleam
that I may see and hold thee in greater esteem
Touch my soul, let me hear thy heavenly voice
that I may choose thy love, my only choice

Shield me from this dark world's great decay
hear this sincere prayer I now gladly pray
Grant me refuge under thy Heavenly throne
that in my death, I not remain all alone

Hear this my weary and most solemn request
grant me greater wisdom to do my very best
In dark times allow me to touch thy hands
stay the evil and rot of these wicked lands

Pray I, my life has not been in utter vain
for thy glory, I have striven thy love to gain
As I beseech thee, see this my heart
gift the blessed day we shall not be apart

R.J. Lindley,
August 9th, 1971

Note-- Old poem, edited slightly this morn to present.
I was age 17 when I wrote this one, two years after my father's death..
I could have edited more but I wanted to keep it as close to the original-
to keep the imagery, thoughts and tone of my youth and earlier composing.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Such Time, Images Cause Angels To Weep

In a room, an ancient table sat,
on it an open book
An open closet with coat and a hat,
a dream death and its look.

In a dark house, silence that weaves and flows
in its long halls, sorrow sings
In its backyard, weeping trees full of crows
dark melody, that death brings.

In the night, its long shadows spin and play
embraced by the moon's glows
Darkness, terror that relieves bright of day
fear, that nobody knows.

A sad dream, Poe walks in his weary sleep
Such time, images cause angels to weep.

Robert J. Lindley
2-28-2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018
Sad Sonnet in eights...

Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today
with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained...

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: 90
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When Epic Sadness Strikes The Heart

She stood there, in the silent roar
alone, in crowd of lustful fools.
Invisible, huge hole love tore
despite her beauty's greatest tools.

As they marveled at her bright glow
she shuddered at their ugly gaze.
With great pain, she had came to know
love's truths are hidden in a maze.

Music, began to thaw her heart
their song, the dance floor was soon filled.
Brief moment they were not apart
IN A MERE BLINK, HER HEART WAS THRILLED.

Next she knelt, weeping all alone
tears falling upon his headstone.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018
Sad Sonnet in eights...

Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today
with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Up Around The Next Bend, Walking Our Traveling Bones

I long for those days when body was fast, mind was faster
earth was a wonderful place and I was its master.
Reality was what a youthful mind and soul made it out to be
we yearned to have it all and still live our lives free.

What wonderful dreams that fantasy world once held
until the forest was no more, every tree was felled.
Time was the great enemy we thought we could defeat
we found we could not, even if we dared to cheat!

Up around the next bend, walking our traveling bones
no talking around the world on our handy cell phones.
We said our sweet words to pretty gals face to face
I regret sweet times that Time changes did so erase.

I sit here, dreaming of wild youth and my distant past.
Crying out loud- O' why- why the hell couldn't it last!

Robert J. Lindley
3-05-2018
Rhyme, a look back (Rock n Roll Days and Pretty Gals)

Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth..
Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs ..
Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Balu]

Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth..
Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs ..
Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Dear Robert!
Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you. :slap:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNB8CeNRE-w

Reflections on a walk

Today was the last bell in school
And now a grown young daughter.
About youth! I again thee ill,
But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here.
Going back to Tsarskoe Selo -
Where transparency to light.

Thirty years have passed after childhood,
Already soul all the more difficult to undress
Already increasingly want to walk
Not at the table, and an old silent Park,
Which in September is not hot,
Where the young leaves do not promise,
Where the young leaves do not promise.

Already the old women seem to be family,
And girls like dolls clockwork,
And Mozart smile all the better.
Leaving after midnight, neighbors,
Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten,
And the trash make it go in the muffler.

In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.

Already twenty years after school,
The world and my friends are no longer young,
Not spared us the trouble side.
But the night is dark and day as before, light,
Grow and children grow,
Let our autumn will be in the spring.

Ten years have passed after wedding,
Already not rushing to visit at this time of night,
And grandmothers come to visit
Birthday time, and once the day of death,
And the third time when the heart squeezes
The desire for grandchildren to stay.

Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding
Friends, don't go, for God's sake,
We are not to change.
And let sometimes it is very tight,
But we got accustomed to each other,
Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes
Let us not be ashamed of the old walls.

In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQtol2jX4sM

Prophetic

Get lost, don't know where...
Wonderland looked:
By cold, water
In dirty rags
Across the river, in a moment
Walked as on dry land, man -
Whether past his face,
Whether in the future...

Pasumarthy Meza,
And blizzards are all circling...
I the eyes saw,
Heard a beat.
Lonely and hump,
Not my was fate?
Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip
Numb suddenly...

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

And the old man everything went like a dream,
Powder barefoot,
Whether into the distance beyond the horizon,
Whether in the depths of the earth...
And blackened altitude,
And snowflakes, sing Charter,
On it lay the camp,
Yes not melted...

Suddenly, in a ringing silence
He turned to me,
Sends shivers down my spine
Icy wave -
Looked at me... and slept...
The old man, who are you? cried,
And the old man laughed,
Shinou out of sight.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Not believe my eyes,
Wrote all in tears,
Maybe all that was there,
Imagined...
But in the mirror, friends,
Suddenly I saw it.
Obviously the meeting that my
Still prophetic.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dear Robert!
Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you. :slap:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNB8CeNRE-w

Reflections on a walk

Today was the last bell in school
And now a grown young daughter.
About youth! I again thee ill,
But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here.
Going back to Tsarskoe Selo -
Where transparency to light.

Thirty years have passed after childhood,
Already soul all the more difficult to undress
Already increasingly want to walk
Not at the table, and an old silent Park,
Which in September is not hot,
Where the young leaves do not promise,
Where the young leaves do not promise.

Already the old women seem to be family,
And girls like dolls clockwork,
And Mozart smile all the better.
Leaving after midnight, neighbors,
Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten,
And the trash make it go in the muffler.

In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.

Already twenty years after school,
The world and my friends are no longer young,
Not spared us the trouble side.
But the night is dark and day as before, light,
Grow and children grow,
Let our autumn will be in the spring.

Ten years have passed after wedding,
Already not rushing to visit at this time of night,
And grandmothers come to visit
Birthday time, and once the day of death,
And the third time when the heart squeezes
The desire for grandchildren to stay.

Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding
Friends, don't go, for God's sake,
We are not to change.
And let sometimes it is very tight,
But we got accustomed to each other,
Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes
Let us not be ashamed of the old walls.

In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQtol2jX4sM

Prophetic

Get lost, don't know where...
Wonderland looked:
By cold, water
In dirty rags
Across the river, in a moment
Walked as on dry land, man -
Whether past his face,
Whether in the future...

Pasumarthy Meza,
And blizzards are all circling...
I the eyes saw,
Heard a beat.
Lonely and hump,
Not my was fate?
Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip
Numb suddenly...

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

And the old man everything went like a dream,
Powder barefoot,
Whether into the distance beyond the horizon,
Whether in the depths of the earth...
And blackened altitude,
And snowflakes, sing Charter,
On it lay the camp,
Yes not melted...

Suddenly, in a ringing silence
He turned to me,
Sends shivers down my spine
Icy wave -
Looked at me... and slept...
The old man, who are you? cried,
And the old man laughed,
Shinou out of sight.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Not believe my eyes,
Wrote all in tears,
Maybe all that was there,
Imagined...
But in the mirror, friends,
Suddenly I saw it.
Obviously the meeting that my
Still prophetic.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.

Thank you my friend. That is some great poetry you have posted.
This last year since mother's death I have really started to feel my age.
And I can tell my writing is feeling it as well..--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Load The Six-Guns And Saddle The Horses

Why spit away your wild young past,
as the clown takes off funny shoes
too scared to relive those wild blasts,
afraid of some invisible dues?
Can you look and not race away,
hide in dark corners you create
leave the safe path, hell go astray,
be savage, enjoy meat once ate!

As the new moon in glory shines
walk into the deep of dark night,
touch the fire, hell grow some spines
yield no longer to childish fright!

What Fate brought, later took away
oft found, if one but joins the fray!

Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet (Load the six-guns and saddle the horses)
3-09-2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force
that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course?
Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady
Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy?
Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black,
are we so far fallen as to never get back on track?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall!

Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields,
march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields?
When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes
stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries?
Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find
relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018
Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate)

Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one.
May it ever be so for thee.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Into That Garden With Its Snow White Rose

From beneath valley of shadows and rain
she fled, bringing all I ever hoped to gain.
Golden shoes, worn on dainty white feet
the only angel I was to ever meet.

Even her shadow cast a gleaming glow
why she would desire me, I do not know.
In her garden, solitary white rose grew
its blessed promise only she ever knew.

Autumn came and she became very sad
tho' my bliss was greatest I ever had.
I saw the slowness in her morning dance
soon even her kisses lacked romance.

When she plead, please just let me go
winter had come, ground was white with snow.
In her garden her bright white rose had died
that night, on her tear-stained pillow she cried.

New dawn, I found she and her rose had gone
I walked into the woods to cry alone.
Voice cried, "beyond the skies she waits for you,
please be patient, time will give you your due."

Then I knew, love's truest heart finds its path
beyond earth's realm and its darkest wrath.
Into that garden with its snow white rose
find her dainty feet, golden shoes she chose.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2018
Rhyme, (Golden shoes, gracing dainty toes)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ten Penny Thoughts

old log, huge bore holes
earth, bare ground black with burnt ash
highway bridge fallen

Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2016
Haiku

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

R. J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1979

Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars.
Such dark creatures exist parading in human form..
New Note, 3-17-2018 -
How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth,
and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty?

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 320
Total # Words: 240

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Power Of The She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys

Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.

Each victim was a lamb led to slaughter
once thought, no earthly power could halt her.
For her eyes hypnotized and her kiss stole
the power of light in the human soul.

Time did not decay her soft winning smile
deceptive illusion that would beguile.
This truth I now know, I now truly speak
she prayed on we fools and the very weak.

Her touch and lips sealed with a dark kiss
hiding thoughts of that one would dearly miss.
Her admirers would praise her sex appeal,
her next victim would jump aboard with zeal.

Alas! I was such, I make no excuse
pray I, these revelations are some use.
Lone survivor of her destroying ways
I sit alone awaiting final days.

If should you met beauty that so allures
know its curse, from which there are no cures.
Never allow its touch, deadly kiss
open your eyes and hear its snakelike hiss.

Writing now but nightmares tonight shall come
tho freed, I still hear its banging loud drum.
She, appearing in that beautiful guise
to deceive even worldly, and the wise.

Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.

R. J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1979

Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars.
Such dark creatures exist parading in human form..

New Note, 3-17-2018 -
How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth,
and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty?

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread



Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread

I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and oft humorous rants.
Give me golden words not found in empty cans,
not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants.
Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit,
creators of canorous verse that soars.
Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit
not with callithumpians that so sorely bores.

Nor do I fancy to become a bichon frise,
beholding to those with comminatory ways.
Finding some will cut you off at the knees
as a criticaster dariole for fugacious pay.
Floccinaucinihilipilification,
judged by Flews that chatter in morbid tune.
Give me saudade and a sandy beach vacation
with very little scrippage in the month of June.

Aye, no snollygoster soucouyant will do,
for my heart and soul begs sun-grazing songs.
Not a superbious umbriferous critic or two,
with the poet's soul this body truly belongs.
Seeking no uroboros legacy my ink doth stain
as a soulcatcher with a selkie as a muse.
Alone, in this rawky terrain my life will remain
for solitude and honor my poet's heart doth choose.

I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and oft humorous rants.
Give me golden words not found in empty cans,
not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants.
Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit,
creators of canorous verse that soars.
Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit,
not with callithumpians that so sorely bores.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-21-2018
Rhyme

Note:
Make of this what you will,
I give thus and surely shall send no bill
Yet in my poet's heart my soul oft grieves
for the Autumn colors not the decaying leaves
For the heart that yearns to write and truly give
and the mortal soul that writes to live
With inked symbols and a mind tired of toil
wading through worlds filled with pride and hidden turmoil
I write with purpose to give to others, not to take
tho' oft my poet's heart over burning coals some gladly rake.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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From my blog post-- A short explanation of the meaning and the reason I wrote this poem.--Tyr

"" Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread

Blog Posted:3/21/2018 9:54:00 AM

My new poem, written with words that are selected to send a message to a very select few in this wide, busy and so-called enlightened world, namely modern poetry publishers. Tho',

some of it may seem too harsh, the body of it is on target methinks.

I see such people leading poetry into a shallow age by advancing modern popularism over that of substance and classical standards.

You may disagree but a poet must write what he or she truly feels. ""


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From my poetry site-- Comments received on this poem that surely pissed off many poets there, tho' its ire and message is directed at modern poetry publishers not other poets at my home poetry site.-Tyr

Comments by some very fine poets given so far--


Hamilton Avatar
John Hamilton
Date: 3/22/2018 9:43:00 AM

Bardolatry, love your words, such a deep condemnation of the publishing industry, but I think it goes beyond poetry, timeless values are tossed aside, selfishness rules the day, they can have their ripped jeans and selfie poetry, not interested in this self absorbed world. Well said Robert!
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Gentry Avatar
Susan Gentry
Date: 3/22/2018 9:31:00 AM

Wonderful and exceptionally talented write. Words I've never heard of or words used in ways I've never seen. Profound yet humorous. 8 enjoyed!
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liam mcdaid
Date: 3/22/2018 9:30:00 AM

you're pen sings as usual pal striking notes with deep passion smiling i am a free verse writer i take my inspiration from the bible mostly i write from my heart and soul keep your golden ink flowing pal excellent piece
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One Avatar
Silent One
Date: 3/22/2018 8:22:00 AM

I have no interest in being published, I never have done.. Although many years ago I wrote regularly for a magazine.. You make a valid point my friend, published poetry today is very different... Poets should write for the joy, not for the glory my friend.. Great poem..
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Williams Avatar
Maria Williams
Date: 3/22/2018 7:30:00 AM

Its sad to see so many wonderful poets like you Robert not getting the recognition that they should be getting. isn't poetry about rhyme,the rhythm, the movement? Of course there are a lot of poets who are able to express themselves beautifully and poetically in free verse, I for one prefer rhyme. However, this is about your poetry, and as usual it is a true masterpiece, brilliant as always my friend, and a Fave ....Maria
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 3/22/2018 12:43:00 AM

You have inspired me, Robert, and I will be writing something about this myself ... thank you so much for taking the time to touch on this very important subject, and for fighting to keep TRUE poetry alive, for it is in serious jeopardy. This is a brilliant write, and I hope it is seen by many. Blessings to you, my Dear Friend - keep up the great work! :-)
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 3/22/2018 12:38:00 AM

This is wonderful, my friend, just wonderful, and packed full of wisdom and substantive message. I am quite disenchanted with the direction of printed/published poetry these days, and the import and weight being given to this rambling, almost senseless "new" Free Verse, and the demise of classic form and true Rhyme, (which will ALWAYS be more challenging and rewarding, IMHO). We must let our voices be heard, because we are the ones holding the pens, and beauty and substance and ART are at stake.
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Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 3/21/2018 8:20:00 PM

A masterpiece from the Master Poet indeed! Very insightful verse! You said it all - see my more detailed comments in our soup mail exchange. Bob
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Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 3/21/2018 8:20:00 PM

A masterpiece from the Master Poet indeed! Very insightful verse! You said it all - see my more detailed comments in our soup mail exchange. Bob
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Sandra Haight
Date: 3/21/2018 5:10:00 PM

A very thought-provoking. well-written poem, Robert. Another way in which our world is changing is in what is considered poetry. Some of what I too see in published contemporary poetry portrays the cold, flat, empty and self-centered emotions that modern writers seem to exhibit, supported as cool, and that publishers uphold and push as great. It is a colder world less possible of comprehending rhymes, cadence, beautiful metaphors, and real meaning. We need to keep real poetry alive! Sandra
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Victor Buhagiar
Date: 3/21/2018 5:09:00 PM

Poetry has lost much of its appeal in this phase of life. Our god is money but that which makes profit not learning. I have always felt it's no use trying to publish any poetry especially the classic type, such as the type you love to write. But my advice is to write on.
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July Morning
Date: 3/21/2018 4:57:00 PM

It's really hard to find a traditional publisher interested in poetry. In general poetry books don't sell well, unless you're near the top. As far as self publishing, you may as well just turn your wallet over to them and let them beat you with a wet noodle whilst they laugh at you behind your back for being such a sucker. In any case, we write on, just because...
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Winged Warrior
Date: 3/21/2018 3:56:00 PM

With narcissistic people all around us especially in the publishing business... it's hard to get a good word in lol...literally lol...but our words will be the test of time...so let's keep writing my brother...excellent write my friend...stay in the poetic classic light...^WW^
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Robert Haigh
Date: 3/21/2018 3:29:00 PM

I stopped sending any poems to publishes as far back as 1997! I had several poems published in anthologies, and I bought three of the books. But then I stopped buying their books, even though some of my poems were in. I thought I should get royalties, not a request to buy their books! I now just write and post poems for free. I get what you are saying, Robert! All we can do is remain true to our own convictions, and the old classical standards! Keep on writing!
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Brenda Chiri
Date: 3/21/2018 3:16:00 PM

Robert I love it! Free verse can never come close to true old or even dinosaurs poetry! Hahaha! Yes my friend how can one truly express a love story like we have done with free verse? I simply love this it is so amazingly said! Ahaha! My friend you are a genius! Much love Brenda
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Word Hobo
Date: 3/21/2018 2:55:00 PM

Robert. Wow is right! What an exuberant defiance of post modernism's deconstruction of meaning. I understand UCLA will no long teach Shakespeare in literature. This is a dashing side of you that we want to see more of. Enjoyed!!!
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Carole Duet
Date: 3/21/2018 2:28:00 PM

Wow Robert! Glad I have a dictionary. lol Anyway, I love the humor and "one upmanship" in this poem. This poem tickles the brain. Love it and it's surely a FAV for me.
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Broken Wings
Date: 3/21/2018 2:10:00 PM

Robert, love your wordplay and message in this awesome write. Well, we are alike we both have a true poets soul, my grandma used to say I had an old soul and she was right for I adore the poets of old, I do not really enjoy the modern way some write or the rant or rap poetry, although I can appreciate the skill of it, but give me a good old timeless beautiful poem any day and I will find the bliss.
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Line Gauthier
Date: 3/21/2018 2:01:00 PM

A most intriguing read, Robert. Witty humour and strong messaging, Robert.
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Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 3/21/2018 1:34:00 PM

Bravo Robert, may they smoke a turd in hell...incredible vocabulary here, a fave for sure; good art is timeless. I guess I'll find out about these publishers since I finally approached one, an important ethic you've raised in this incredible write;-)
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Charlie Smith
Date: 3/21/2018 1:11:00 PM

You are our "poets soul" Robert, great note. I'm with you on some of what many call "great writes". They just seem to be obnoxious ramblings to me. But you must realize most of my taste is in my mouth...
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Maureen McGreavy
Date: 3/21/2018 11:52:00 AM

Witty wordy wonderful write! Thoroughly enjoyed my friend, learned some new words too! All the best and a lovely day to you my friend xomo!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 3/21/2018 12:53:00 PM

I was wondering how many would truly get it and even see the humor wedded in..
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Robert Lindley
Date: 3/21/2018 12:50:00 PM

Thank you my friend. I see you get it and also understand heart in poetry also should mean defending/honoring its foundation too. Something too many ""modern"" publishers do not seem to grasp.For this poem is about modern publishers and how they seek to appeal to the masses by lowering the standards rather than by honoring them. They at fear poetry is dying due to recent trends but cutting away is foundation to try to gather more fans only hastens its demise, IMHO. THIS FAVORING MODERN VERSE, NO RHYME AND CHAOTIC PRESENTATIONS OFT WRITTEN WITH NO REAL MEANING , PURPOSE OR FOUNDATION DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR POETRY , IMHO.
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My new poem written just two days ago has now popped in at number 38 of the Best New Poems list at my home poetry site..
Which is both amazingly fast and very high as a first day's listing. -Tyr

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3 On Golden Wings We Fly Vladislav Raven
4 Together we are strong Akkina Downing
5 As Daylight Turns to Dusk John Gondolf
6 Haiku - tears of time Shadow of the Past
7 Carissa's Love Connie Marcum Wong
8 The Packing of a Suitcase Gershon Wolf
9 Rainy Days And Mondays Probir Gupta
10 The Story of Sophie Smith Nina Parmenter
11 All That Is Between Gregory R Barden
12 Mind The Paint Subimal Sinha-Roy
13 Spring Is In The Air Carrie Richards
14 Star gazing I.Spit.Ink SaruhRosen
15 Silence P.M. Richter
16 Falling Through the Years Janice Canerdy
17 Mind The Paint Sandra Haight
18 Do Mind the Wet Paint Andrea Dietrich
19 Where I was in the seventies Viv Wigley
20 The Year I Was Born Laura Loo
21 One last hug Vijay Pandit
22 My Nineteen-Seventies CayCay Jennings
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24 Regrets Judith S
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26 Delirium Dust Winged Warrior
27 Daffodils And Crocuses Emile Pinet
28 Thunder Plays Tag Reason A. Poteet
29 A Gift of Love Daniel Turner
30 Some hearts can never be tamed Silent One
31 Death by Delirium - Poe's Untimely Demise July Morning

32 Passion in Black and White Maria Williams
33 Stars and those with Stripes Richard Lamoureux
34 Pardon From The Storm Charlie Smith
35 I AM Robert Haigh
36 A Must Read For All PoetrySoup Members -Good News For All Maurice Yvonne
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38 Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread Robert Lindley
39 The Little One is Three arthur vaso
40 My Cry Jannie Breedt
41 In Memoriam: Chiselled in My Heart Victor Buhagiar
42 A Water Haiku Paul Callus
43 Thought changer Roy Pett
44 Dreams of Dreaming of You Brenda Chiri
45 FANCY STRESS - COLLABORATION WITH THE AMAZING NINA PARMENTER JAN ALLISON
46 FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS Kim Rodrigues
47 QUEEN OF CROISSANTS Line Gauthier
48 Flavor of Stars Lin Lane
49 The Green Beneath The Snow Gail Foster
50 Waking before I found love Chris Green
51 - Thoughts 'Tween Stars Embrace And Waters Deep Grace - Sunshine Smile
52 A Silent Song Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
53 fireflies Mike Hauser
54 A SAD SUNSET Alexis Y.
55 The Unfledged Albatross Maureen McGreavy
56 What a wonderful World Drake Eszes
57 World Comes Alive Spring Is In The Air Eve Roper
58 I'm Taking A Break, Better Days Nick Trim
59 Sunset Lullaby Joseph May
60 Into this Night for my Love I Went Keith O.J. Hunt
61 Soothe Tim Smith
62 If Not Tomorrow Kelly Deschler
63 Me Thinking, B Thinking Mike Gentile
64 Simple Mutterings - The Nightingale Broken Wings
65 One Proud Yellow Dandelion Sunlite Wanter
66 Flowering beauty grows amongst thorns liam mcdaid
67 Our Environment Jack Ellison
68 I Tried Suicide And Survived Bobby Blooby
69 Fight Poverty Bernard F. Asuncion
70 THE BUTTERFLY james mc cabe
71 Death Of A Tree carlos trevino
72 Fears and Tears Carole Duet
73 Should I Return Eileen Manassian
74 Sister Uwe Stroh
75 Such a Light Thing Freddie Robinson Jr.
76 Relax and Laugh Paul Warren
77 You Are Sibuko Dlamini
78 Man on the Sidewalk Rhoda Tripp
79 Speak Freely Kyle kriticos
80 MOTHER JEAN MURRAY
81 A Bohemian Maze of True Evil Donna Loughman
82 virginity lost Word Hobo
83 Billy's Revenge Tom Cunningham
84 One normal person in chaos Lewis Raynes
85 SOLITUDE Demetrios Trifiatis
86 The Flowers In My World James Inman
87 A right to live fauxcroft wade
88 Nefarious Spirit Gary Bateman
89 Love Never Dies Joe DiMino
90 The Ballad Of Prospector Pete Robert L. Hinshaw
91 Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum Sam Perkins
92 Arrival Agnes Krampe
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95 Framed Geoffrey Brewer
96 Pickled scenery S.zaynab Kamoonpuri
97 A Snow Squal Darlene De Beaulieu
98 When February Feels Like May ilene bauer
99 Heavenly light John Hamilton
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[Russ]

This is really great writing, Robert. May it ever be so for thee.


Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force
that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course?
Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady
Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy?
Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black,
are we so far fallen as to never get back on track?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall!

Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields,
march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields?
When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes
stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries?
Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find
relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018
Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate)

Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one.
May it ever be so for thee.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
(Second of Three Poem Trilogy)

II

Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?

The "old and useless", in rightly honored places
would journeying spirits find their defending grip,
souls weakened without dismay on their bright faces,
from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip?
Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed
with fever pitch tries to kill foundations of trust
using false values think power is all they need,
vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must!

As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots
with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow
some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots,
others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow.
Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page
as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground,
furious, they write and tremble in aching rage
with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound.

Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018
Rhyme

Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy....
I found this one much , much harder to compose and truly suspect that the third and final poem will be a real hard and laborious task to complete.
I have spent four days on this second poem because this subject is near and dear to my heart and is a very important one methinks.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

First poem of this trilogy made Best New Poems list on its first day and now this second poem has made POEM OF THE DAY AT MY HOME POETRY SITE ON ITS FIRST DAY.
AND BOTH HAVE BEEN VERY WELL RECEIVED , WITH MANY READS AND COMMENTS TOO.

SECOND POEM RESULTS--


Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
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Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018
Rhyme

Additional Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy....
I found this one much , much harder to compose and truly suspect that the third and final poem will be a very hard and laborious task to complete.
I have spent four days on this second poem because this subject is near and dear to my heart and is a very important one methinks.
I so hope you may read, enjoy and add your thoughts on this second effort as so many of you have done so the first poem.
You have my sincere thanks my friends.

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Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
(Second of Three Poem Trilogy)

II

Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?

The "old and useless", in rightly honored places
would journeying spirits find their defending grip,
souls weakened without dismay on their bright faces,
from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip?
Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed
with fever pitch tries to kill foundations of trust
using false values think power is all they need,
vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must!

As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots
with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow
some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots,
others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow.
Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page
as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground,
furious, they write and tremble in aching rage
with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound.

Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018
Rhyme

Note:
Make of this what you will,
I give thus and surely shall send no bill
Yet in my poet's heart my soul oft grieves
for the Autumn colors not the decaying leaves
For the heart that yearns to write and truly give
and the mortal soul that writes to live
With inked symbols and a mind tired of toil
wading through worlds filled with pride and hidden turmoil
I write with purpose to give to others, not to take
tho' oft my poet's heart over burning coals some gladly rake.

Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018



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Akkina Downing
Date: 3/26/2018 2:05:00 PM
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Rob, congrats on your awesome poem. Well deserved POTD...Hugs :)
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Thank you my friend. Always a pleasure to read your comments, have your support and read your wonderful poetry. Especially so on this poem...
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Date: 3/26/2018 1:56:00 PM
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A big congrats on POTD Robert, a good piece of justice here! So when do we start rolling out the tanks?(lol)
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Thank you again my friend. You are one of those very talented poets that has been my honor to learn from , be friends with and enjoy the support of. Our several collaborations have been a true blessing and great inspiration to me!
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Date: 3/26/2018 12:10:00 PM
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Equally as wonderful as part one Dear Robert and congratulations for POTD honors...
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Thank you again my friend. I am lucky to have found this poetry site back when I did, as I was just about ready to give up writing poetry back then. Since then ,my journey continues and hopefully will do so for years to come
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Date: 3/26/2018 11:58:00 AM
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This site offers a voice to poets fledgling to accomplished, and there are so many opportunities to improve. Poetry Publishers are in it for what will sell - as almost every product useless or worthy. We have become a very shallow society, I guess. Congratulations!!!
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Thank you my friend. You hit the nail on the head with your comments. So true, this site does give more inspiration and support by way of talented and generous poets helping others. I was blessed to have found it when I did.
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Hey, congrats on POTD!
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Thank you my friend. Quite the surprise to find this poem received it and a wonderful gift it is. As the message being delivered is what is truly important. We without any doubt in my mind have the very best poets posting on the internet. I have learned so much since my arrival here and it is due to studying poets here far more skilled than I my friend.
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A beautiful chant style poem...with a message too...Congratulations my friend...Good to see you here...All the best Robert
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Thank you my friend. Much appreciate your support and comments my friend. The message is what is truly important, I being only the vehicle to get it out with these three poems. I just hope that the third and final poem of this trilogy(currently just stared), does not disappoint.
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Congratulations Robert for your well deserved POTD honors for your impressive poem. Warmest wishes, my friend! ~Susan
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Thank you my dear friend. And for your support and advice as well. Another example of the great poets and friendly support given me by poets here over the years. Which is exactly what makes this internet poetry site so special and far better than any others, IMHO.
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congratulations for getting featured. Joshua.
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Thank you my friend. I am very pleased that this important subject has gotten more views and consideration with the POTD presentation having gave it new viewers!
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Congrats!!! Robert on POTD!...stick to your guns my friend...^WW^
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Thank you my friend. My guns I keep clean and loaded. For thar bez bear in dem thar woods.lol Currently have started the third and final poem of this trilogy. Pressure is on to do justice and greater clarity with the final presentation. I hope my muse , does not take a siesta on me.
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Slowly but surely, we will all find the tar pits. Even though it may not be in fashion, i will continue to write the only way I know how. I write for therapy and for fun. I want people to like it but if they don't, Oh well! I love reading your poetry because of your style, form and content. Putting it on the soup, is publishing it to a degree. Congratulations on POTD, Robert.
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Thank you my friend. Points well taken my friend. We each have just one life--so why give so much control over to these mental midgets and allow them to say what is good and what is no longer great? I truly think they are sacrificing the hen to grab the golden eggs, with no thought as to the future and little to no regard for the past and the legacies of the classic poets that form poetry's foundation.
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Congrats on POTD my friend..
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Thank you my friend. I am very pleased that this poem and its message has been thus honored with POTD. My thought is why are we poets letting these modern poetry publishers have so much control over what we write? I refuse to do so..
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Congratulations Robert on POTD. Well deserved. An interesting and meaningful topic , although I know nothing about the tastes of today's publishers regarding poetry. Regards...george
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Thank you my friend. Yes, I truly believe it is an interesting and important topic. As poets we are to pose questions and give opinions on subjects about life, love,and all the human existence in this world, etc. The fact that so very few can so manipulate the vast majority of poets into adopting a new modern style they have chosen to be the one that they will publish is giving far, far too much power to the worms , IMHO. I AND AS THE COMMENTS ARE NOW SHOWING--MANY OTHER POETS- ARE FED UP WITH THAT REALITY.
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So good to see this impressive poem getting POTD Robert, Congratulations....Maria
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Thank you so much my friend. I am shocked and very pleased to receive POTD and with that honor perhaps have this poem and its message receive a wider audience of readers. I have put more into these two poems, than I have in any other poem this year....
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As with music, poetry has the popular AND the good, and they are rarely the same thing! Lightweight stuff is liked (apparently), while more cerebral stuff gets left on the margins. What you say is true, Robert! Glad to see this poem win POTD! Awesome!
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Thank you again my friend. This is indeed a very pleasant surprise to receive POTD honors with this second poem, and the first poem of this trilogy made the 31st spot on the best new poems list. Now comes the hardest one to compose, the third and final poem of this series. I hope it can hold the mark my friend.
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Few realize the importance and urgency needed to fight what is being portrayed and awashed on this generation; not to dwell again too much on the Romantics but they and others virtually sacrificed themselves for mankind's sake; now all their efforts are being reversed in various ways, one big one starting with art; to not think as individuals for the better of the many, but to do as you're told or else ---- just like the Pre-Romantic era. This way control and manipulation are more effective.
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Indeed. Not to honor the sacrifices endured by those poets that gave us such beauty and meaningful verse is truly a travesty. Yet that is the current state of affairs as dictated by modern publishers, IMHO. WHEN UNIVERSITIES STOP TEACHING COURSES ON SHAKESPEARE YOU KNOW THE SWORD HAS BEEN PLUNGED IN VERY DEEP.. Truly a sad state and definitely one that needs to be corrected my friend.. Question is, how long will we continue to be dictated to and manhandled by these unappreciative modern poetry publisher slugs that exercise unjust control??
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Date: 3/25/2018 4:02:00 PM
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Outstanding, Robert! Very profound and insightful verse! Bob H
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Date: 3/25/2018 5:02:00 PM
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Thank you my wizened friend. My goal was to get the message across, reaffirmed and understood by the majority of the poem's readers. And hopefully stir more interest and discussion of this very important topic. For far too long we poets have turned a blind eye to this problem, don't you think? If not now, then when and how do we address it in our writings? So far I have seen no rebuttals to the message given in the two poems. I have started the first stanza of the third and final poem in this trilogy dealing with this important subject. As I perceived, each poem became a bit harder to compose but, as the old well digger said, "best dig a bit deeper -that water gotta be there". lol "And if it is I just gotta find it-I am damn thirsty" Do you think it matters if enough poets start writing poems about this travesty and contempt of poetry's heritage by these modern publishers?
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Date: 3/25/2018 3:33:00 PM
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The modernists quip the Romantics; 'All they talk about is flowers and trees...' When they fail to see that the Romantics were writing about what was behind it all; the very thing which publishers cherish (money over art) the older poets despised --- so they won't publish classical poets very easily. But Robert you are right to now speak up about it, they are destroying not only art but morality itself...
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Date: 3/25/2018 3:47:00 PM
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I do not disagree, yet the problem is that the newer poets are not even taught about poetry's foundation and the great poets of the past. Thus you and I are talking of things that they have not the slightest clue about. While schools no longer teach anything of poetry in the lower grades -it has even been almost entirely eliminated in high schools. Even when its not eliminated it is usually only given very minor lip service or else the publishers modern progressive and unfathomable way is heralded as great magnificently golden... Would be better if more poets chose to address this issue and perhaps even write poems about it, IMHO. Poems aimed at the modern day publishers that are deliberately leading this vilification and attack upon classical poetry and its foundation.
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Date: 3/25/2018 3:23:00 PM
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I think many of the poets here are much better poets than many published poets; some of the very best poems that I have ever read have come from this site. The publishers are largely geared towards what the public wants, not what it needs. The Romantics opened the door for the whole world when it came to individual freedom and citizenship; it is the very cause of democracy itself and is the reason why we have so many luxuries today.
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Date: 3/25/2018 3:30:00 PM
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Thank you my friend. Very well said and truly on the mark. I am always awed at the number of truly gifted and exceptional poets that I see posting here and trust me it is a massively greater number than at any of the few dozen other internet poetry sites I have visited. IN ALL TRUTH AND SINCERITY I BELIEVE THIS IS BY FAR THE BEST POETRY SITE ON THE WEB! That being primarily due that great number of gifted poets choosing to present their fine poetry here,IMHO.
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Date: 3/25/2018 1:51:00 PM
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A praiseworthy Undertaking Robert. The lack of educational lessons that stimulate the moral imagination of young minds is the reason for almost all problems. The McGuffy Reader was the core of ED beginning in the late 1800's. The FIFTH GRADE Reader covered oratory skills: Articulation, Inflections, Emphasis, Modulation & Poetic Pauses. There are 117 poems, Prose & Essays. Essays like "No Excellance Without Labor". &. "Moral Force" Poetry was the heart of early education. george
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Date: 3/25/2018 2:51:00 PM
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Thank you my friend. Yes,much of it goes back to the lack of education, but the modern day publishers are by and large university educated and are deliberately following unified agenda that seeks to belittle, weaken and destroy poetry's golden foundation.. All in the name of making a quick buck, IMHO. NOTHING WRONG IN SEEKING A BIGGER POETRY AUDIENCE BUT DOING SO BY ACCEPTING , HERALDING AND PROMOTING POEMS THAT ARE BY ANY DECENT STANDARD INFERIOR IS NOT THE PATH TO TAKE. Then additionally, those publishers ridicule and insult even the great and legendary poets too! Why are so many listening to such cretins, I ask..
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Date: 3/25/2018 1:47:00 PM
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In a world where people like Britney Spears become millionaires it's not surprising that fluff reigns over substance. On the flip side, we have to be careful not to condemn something simply because we may personally not like it. It's a new generation and for better or worse the new-fangled stuff appeals. It is what it is
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Date: 3/25/2018 2:44:00 PM
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Thank you my friend. Much wisdom and truth in your post. In these poems(SOON TO BE A TOTAL OF THREE POEMS), I am targeting only the modern publishers and am not addressing the poets themselves, many of which are being lead astray , IMHO. AND MANY OF THOSE POETS HAVE FINE TALENT THAT SHOULD BE REDIRECTED BACK TO THE VERY FOUNDATION THAT THE PUBLISHERS ARE RAPIDLY AND DELIBERATELY DESTROYING IN ORDER TO MAKE A QUICKER BUCK, IMHO. Somebody should speak up about this and I am...
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Date: 3/25/2018 1:25:00 PM
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Applause! Robert, your thought provoking sequel carries forward your powerful repudiation of modern day publishers of poetry. With purpose and a big heart, you easily move your heartfelt message through your expressive poetic lines with silky smooth rhythm and 24 carat rhymes. Your imagery effectively expresses your disdain and distaste while exulting poets of heart; 'Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground' Superb! Warmest wishes. ~Susan
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Date: 3/25/2018 2:39:00 PM
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Thank you my friend. I am honored and very pleased that you have found it so. I posted this piece with much trepidation about how well it would be received , since it is written about a controversial subject, namely the sad reality of what today's modern--PUBLISHERS-- ARE DELIBERATELY DOING TO POETRY AND ITS FOUNDATION.. My trilogy of poems are written solely about **modern day publishers of poetry and not about the poets** either here at the Soup or even elsewhere.... For this site has truly exceptional poets and far more than just a few that truly meet that high standard!!!
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Date: 3/25/2018 12:43:00 PM
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Just wanted to say that I recently read a rather tame poem from one of the Glam Queens and they got 2 pages of comments? Bananas... I have to say that poem was garbage compared to this, surely vanity is a whore, and POPularity is her pimp...
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Date: 3/25/2018 5:56:00 PM
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Keith, not only do you possess a wise and magnificent name but also a clear grasp of the Soup. BTW, your pic looks like me 40 years ago.
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There are those out to Destroy Poetry with their babbling nonsense. Nevertheless, on an amateur site such as this popularity brought about through phony ingratiation rules and always will. It's part of the package
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Of all your poems that I commented on --- this is the first time I was the first to comment; this piece is brilliant Robert, so much wisdom here, every word of it true to heart. A fave;-)
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Date: 3/25/2018 2:32:00 PM
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Thank you my friend. I had hoped this was at the very least an adequate continuance of the first poem written on this subject. And if it was more, then all the better.. Very pleased that you have found it so and added this to your fav list!



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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul




Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul
(Third and Final Poem- In A Parable style)

Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather is so fine and I am your friend
be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die
for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend.
Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade
and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies
for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made
within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries.

Spider hears wizened, infuriated owl's blasts
continues to spin deeper and deeper spun threads
Fly sails on as if a yacht with windblown full masts
trap now seen, his former pals in their web-spun beds.
Spider feverishly works, other flies are caught
so goes vicious cycle, dark webs eating their fill
for flying blind, their souls are easily thus bought
with time and darkness, their ink-heart blood slowly spills.

Soon, escaped fly returns, so do ill winds of old
time has done its job and all fear has left his head
web is so pretty, its threads glisten as if gold
vacated are those warning, fat and well spun beds.
As those droplets lure fly in, owl hoots warning call
but gleaming hope has turned off his sight and his brain
in he goes, hungry spider watching sees it all
giving thanks for those huge glistening drops of rain.

Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather is so fine and I am your friend
be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die
for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend.
Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade
and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies
for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made
within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-29-2018
Rhyme(Third and Final Poem in Trilogy)

Note- To be added later.... after I post the third blog on this subject.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Life A Jewel Unto Me

O' long departed friend,
wandering ghost in this dark world's mists,
why hath thy memory held me so?
Was not our time in the burning sun,
an eternity in love's sweet embrace
and your life a jewel unto me
that gave both treasures and grace?

Why could not our legacy hath been joy
sweetest softness of thine first kiss
with the gift of thy promising dreams-
would that Fate have suffered us so.

Would that life have been colors of your eyes,
that delicate touch of thy hand
and blessed morns with thy body next to mine.

My darling, these longing dreams you send
great ardor that thy memory bestows
are gardens in my desires and aching mind
that thy magnificent beauty recreates!
Alas! Darkest Fate wiped away with hand-swept speed
dearest nights of bliss and heavenly glow
and burning intensity of thy deepest moans!

O' long departed friend,
wandering ghost in this dark world's mists,
why hath thy memory held me so?
Was not our time in the burning sun,
an eternity in love's sweet embrace
and your life a jewel unto me
that gave both treasures and grace?

Robert J. Lindley
Classicism,
Began June 10th 1979, - completed March 31st 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nightmares and Master Poe's Greatest Riddle

I took a silver fork, gold spoon and rusty knife
trying to cut away the dark stains in my life,
with each slice I stood aghast, dumbfounded finding more
chained was I, in torture room without any floor.

On its walls hung hands and heads of the blackest dead,
all its walls washed in blood so very, very red,
angry shadows that would reach out to stab at will
for my every anguished moan gave them a great thrill.

An eternity, night bled as it slowly passed,
not enough time to pay for my dark sins amassed,
each morn came revelation, just before dawn's break
next to me was he, Master Poe bound to a stake.

He would wake, speak to me as if a long lost friend,
promise this paradise, my time would never end
and then summon his Raven to chide me as well
laughing loud, saying, welcome my friend to my Hell.

I begged, Master Poe, release me, let me go
I beg you, Lord and Master of this horror show,
I see you control all in this evil abode
lessen thy dark-handed grip, release thy firm hold.

With a sardonic smile he would give his reply
off you go, return each night my Raven shall fly,
to this dark curse, I gave my sorrowful reply
please Master Poe, tell me, tell me the reason why.

His echoes rang as away my torn body flew
Raven leaves Hades at midnight's stroke is your clue,
with its flight comes both sweet pleasures and epic pains
one for truest of love, other for darkest of stains.

Now I wrestled for years this riddle, its vague clue
sought out every wise man, this one thing I knew,
the truest of love was his, Master Poe's Annabel Lee
but how, how could that tidbit ever free me?

Tonight I pray that this tired, pleading soul may rest
as I live in pain on this Poe torturing quest,
my plea pitiful but true to this old poet's heart,
please give me the riddle's answer, so life can restart!

Robert J. Lindley,
My second poem written on the greatest dark poetry author, the Master Poet, Edgar Allen Poe.
Started -- November 9th, 1973
Finished - this morn, April 2nd, 2018

Note- I truly wish that I had finished this back 45 years ago, as I feel my current writing does not measure up. Why I left this half finished I have no memory- but finish the piece I felt that I must.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Look Deeper Into Life

Do not bemoan fire its blazing warmth or sky its blues
summer its hotter winds or kindness its well deserved dues.

Wake up to view dawn's majestic hope and life's singing tune
sunset slowing fading to night, rising of that bright moon.

Grasp heavenly gifts, when romance falls right into your arms
thanking God for beautiful women and their earthly charms.

Do not bemoan lost or sweeter dreams that never came true
for life is a mystery and none can read all its clues.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-14-2018
Couplet, (Celebrating Life And The Number 14)
Four couplets, Eight fourteen syllable verses, eighty-four words.

14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 84

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Remnants Of The First Great War

Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
From war's great tragedies can we adjust?
Our fallen brothers, now lie row in row
Those white crosses, white as new winter snow.

Once stuck in long trenches, covered in mud
Night flashes, anguish screams, some soaked in blood.
Battle cries, they roar, still ring as if new
Our brothers dead-stiff, love they never knew!

The war years seemed like only yesterday
Boys dying, death and darkness holding sway.
Gone the happy days, before our hearts fell
When in the hot thick of it, living hell.

O' the glory, we once thought would be ours
Singing marching songs, music that inspires.
Twas' before seeing blood and death so stark
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.

Robert J. Lindley , 4-17-2018
For contest, three verses used, given by sponsor -
VERSE- 1. "Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust"
VERSE- 9. The war years seemed like only yesterday"
VERSE-16. The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark."

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-i/world-war-i-history

World War I began in 1914, after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, and lasted until 1918. During the conflict, Germany, Austria-Hungary, Bulgaria and the Ottoman Empire (the Central Powers) fought against Great Britain, France, Russia, Italy, Romania, Japan and the United States (the Allied Powers). Thanks to new military technologies and the horrors of trench warfare, World War I saw unprecedented levels of carnage and destruction. By the time the war was over and the Allied Powers claimed victory, more than 16 million people—soldiers and civilians alike—were dead.

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This Olden Soul, Still Follows That Greatest Quest

Sad that time did so often this old heart pierce
rising ire, setting fire to burn so fierce,
yet within that red-hot cauldron high hopes rose
following enchanting dreams of sweet repose.

Where softest of morns turned to dreaded long days
with a nudge and kick, beauty comes and sashays,
and under moon's bright glow and resplendent lights
hope's depths and lover's heart steer truest joy those nights.

Now time has done its most wicked, damning best
this olden soul, still follows that greatest quest,
reach mountain top and see valley far below
accept all, and let hope's truth forever grow!

Now fierce fires, no longer burn inner heart
spirit finds calming peace, wisdom it imparts.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2018
Sonnet, ( When Peace Is Allowed To Flourish)

Note- Look back to see the dark shadows fly away. For yesterday's sun shone brighter than was first seen. If one finds sorrow and darkness that so betray.
Search again, for that future promise so clearly felt as an innocent teen...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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The Great Sorrow, The Plea And The Letter
(Collaboration with, )

We were close friends back in those ancient days
me and my anger, you and your kind ways.
Alas! We found love, turned into a curse
me with my Ann, you with her sister nurse.
Friend, such sorrow I felt when you lost her
her illness and Fate gave its dark whisper.

Four decades have flown by, can we both see
Fate has been harsh, not kind to you or me.
Your Helen with the dark hair and bright smile
my Ann, each with us but a little while.
Did we not love, with purest hearts and souls
does not this dark world take its heavy tolls?

Time beat us both into sad submission
tho' we were strong, Fate asked not permission.
Pray I, you too have found that inner peace
sought love again, found its sweeter release.
For me, this plea to you is long overdue
lets again be great friends in life, we two.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

First half- collaboration offer

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens

Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens,
That which rivals colors of peacock's preen,
Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens,
Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins
Treasures seen by deep sight and lusting eyes
Beneath weeping moon and low midnight cries.

Her beauty penetrates souls of searching hearts,
Threads of depths that only Nature imparts
And garments of wealth philosophers wear,
Wisdom and history that some did share
Her sighs breathe rainbows upon earth's tables
wanton desires and mystical fables.

In youth, I trekked into her vast holds,
Comforted by warmth, in her bountiful folds,
Hours spent wandering in her sweetest bliss,
Now dreams and loves that I so dearly miss
Nights that saw bright moon shine upon her all
Campfires and lover's dreams within her call.

Dare I pray to see her face and much more,
Diamonds in green vaults and gold dust shores,
Jewels gleaming out from sparkling long streams,
Fresh as the love's forgiveness that redeems
Dare I beg, for her touch and its soft kiss
And her song that sends this heart its true bliss.

These visions have held my heart bold and true,
Enchantment and memories as life's glue,
Soul's needs met in illuminating greens,
Heart and mind stirred by beautiful scenes
Can Time this wealth tragically destroy
Are there cures, Nature's powers can employ?

Huntress of forest gems, vanishing greens,
Save me as you did in my troubled teens,
Walk with me around your mystery bends,
Were we not once both lovers and best friends
Return again into heart and its dreams
Save me from Time's wrath and man's evil schemes.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

Written for new contest....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute poem, written this morn..-Tyr


Hold Not A Sad Vigil For Me

Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born of flesh and blood, once was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.

Now having taken my last breath
Spirit passed through, cold hands of death
Beg, when I am laid in cold grounds
Earth hears no heartfelt weeping sounds.

In Life's gift, I came to this world
To another realm, soul is hurled
There exists, no more evil lies
Only Light, Sun and gleaming Skies.

Once settled, saying prayers for you
Those that I love, evil ones too
This final message, truth stands clear
I enter smiling, with no fear.

Do not stand at my grave and weep* (1)
Instead pray my soul, the Lord keeps
My grave, merely a marking place
To delay what Time will erase.

Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born flesh and blood, once I was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.


Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2018
Rhyme, (Lin, 8's)
Tribute poem, inspired by Elizabeth Frye's great poem,
titled- "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
found at this link,

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/po...elizabeth-frye

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*(1)- Verse and Title from Elizabeth Frye's great poem of the same name.
This poem is a written tribute to her memory and great poem....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Plea And The Solemn Prayer

Shall thy hand, close these ancient, dying eyes
or answer as before my sadden cries?
As dawn wakes, will thee my soul now forsake
and in thy divine Light then this soul take.

In thy mercy, will thee grant me more years
allow me to live, with new joyful tears?
Pray thee, giveth truth, set my course a'new
burn away darkness, give sight that is true.

Sun risen, bless this soul to rise again
guide this heart to benefit other men.
Answer this sad plea, I give thee this vow
I shall stay thy fold, as thee shows me how.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2018
Rhyme, (100 Words Cast Into The Light)

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:120
Total # Words:100

Note- Inspired by a dream I had last night....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If We Live And Love, We Want Not To Say Goodbye

I have spilt, red-blood and wet tears upon these pages
echoed wisdom first given by ancient sages.
Time is a harsh mistress, destined to run away
while mankind's greatest desire is for her to stay.

Noting we are no more than mere blink of the eye
if we live and love, we want not, to say goodbye.
Yet that departure, is one we can never miss
life is so fleeting, so much like a stolen kiss!

Time, your immense powers, I will righteously fight
for the joys of living are my one true birthright.
As a poet, these words are sent to one and all
I shall fight Time's death-spell, with all my wherewithal.

Although this saddened heart knows this fight will be lost.
To write another day, I fight at any cost.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2018
Sonnet, ( The Darkness We Face)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A slam poem, written and presented today at my poetry site.-Tyr


Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice

While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights
my soul knows life is also about daily fights.
Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast
know evil fears me more and I have that at least.
I think to warn others, the young that do not know
life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show!

As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend
for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend.
Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent
if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant.
I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade
now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade.

I take no hits, without sending like in return
respect I do not give, unless it is well earned.
If my principles and morals are deemed too low
keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know.
My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn
nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn.

While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018
Rhyme, (SLAM)

Note- Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc...
I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough.
I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart....

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 286
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best to accept needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost
some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost.
Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad
and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad.
Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees
as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas!

Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last.
History now shows much of it was not so bad
New life, was the right of any young girl or lad.
Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom
wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb!

Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast.
We in turn, chided them as being just old fools
older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules.
Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong
life is more, it is an ever evolving song!

Reality shows clear errors and so much more
we look back and see why young ventured far from shore.
For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance
shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance.
Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way
within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay!

Reality shows clear errors and so much more
Life oft then went wild as hell no longer a bore.
We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls
their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls.
O' what a great time to be both young and alive
so much new freedom and its spirit we did thrive!

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best accepting needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

R.J. Lindley,
July 17th, 1986
Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation)

Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seek, Seeking Peace And That Far Distant Shore

Dawn's flowing music has been very fine
This old soul needs more than sweet talk and wine
When deep boredom and sad blues play their song
I drink my coffee, move right on along

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Youth had its heart and its finest new plays
Time waits for nobody and never stays
In that huge ring, my best hat I did toss
I boast my wins, I grieve my greater loss

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Best when love first knocks, heart simply obeys
Walk that path and thy soul never betrays
Embrace late night hours, enjoy its slow hands
Live to dance with joy, hear music's best bands.

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018
Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Note- Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018
Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back)

Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 190
Total # Words: 164

Note- Woke early, my muse shouting get thee up and write!
She was louder than any alarm clock~!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet We Can Truly Change If We But Try

Are we just dust blown in chaotic winds,
Or driftwood snagged around river bends?
Ghastly ghosts of a once greater being,
content to crawl along without seeing?
Or lost seeds sprouted in ancient dark ground,
Whose dying makes not even a loud sound?
Here under sorrows and a hiding sun,
We oft rip and tear, calling such great fun,
Thinking we are in control and much more
Existing as nothings, on darkened shores!
Racing as blinded mice in shadow dreams,
Content to exist within this world's schemes

Wailing and moaning as we live and die
Yet we can truly change if we but try!

R.J. Lindley,
July 12th, 1979
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

World Seemed So Forsaken

At her new grave he knelt to pray,
those words he failed to say.
How she meant love and joy in life
before she was his wife.

Now that dark shadow had taken,
world seemed so forsaken.

Tears fell as he whispered sad words,
Spring came but no song birds.
He knew she heard but could not speak
once strong, now he was weak.

Now that dark shadow had taken,
world seemed so forsaken.

At last, he went into a trance
recalling their romance.
Rain fell yet he cared not at all
she was gone, let it fall.

Now that dark shadow had taken,
world seemed so forsaken.

Sun came out, he knew twas her smile,
he'd see her in a while.
Pills he took, had taken effect
soon they would both connect.

Now that dark shadow had taken,
world seemed so forsaken.

R.J. Lindley
April 12th, 1976

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Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 143

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sad But True Thought

When racing world pales deep, its darkness takes first stage
evil parades as good, soon becomes all the rage.
When humanity walks blind, rather than open eyed
graveyards will fill with those, that far too early died.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2018
Quatrain, ( World racing into the Dark Abyss)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written for a contest, hell I may even enter it...-Tyr





Note-
Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018
Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )


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Total # Syllables: 280
Total # Words: 229


The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be judged by memories faded,
Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green.

There with blindness removed, pray thee not err
For muddied waters defy truest intent;
As all my life and love, was given her,
Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent.

From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all
Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace;
With her sweet smile greeting my every call,
Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace.

Thou parted, death can not our love destroy,
Destiny once charted, tho' now no more;
Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy,
Should my path, be to a different shore.

Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion.
We both being too young and filled with pride.
I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion;
All my great sins I dare not try to hide!

Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her,
And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime;
True now, I am truly lost without her,
Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time.

Ask I thee, please grant this one more favor,
Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss;
See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor,
Die remembering all that I will miss.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018
Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite

" From what magical realm do you now flee,
With silver belted sword and bright armor,
And awesome power of a Hercules,
Gifted with the face of a true charmer?"

"From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best,
With power of Thor and orders to smite,
Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest,
Return good, drive away beasts of the night."

"I give thy master greatest of my vows,
Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed,
Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow,
If failing this, may my life away bleed."

"Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail,
For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn,
To Master of Realm, where light never pales,
To serve mightiest of heroes there born."

" I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words,
In true honor and piety given,
Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds,
As slaves with no hope of ever liven'."

"Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart,
I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts,
Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart,
Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts."

"I pray thee success and with grateful soul,
Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm,
Thy course is set to honorable goal,
I now see no cause for future alarm."

"Fear not my lady, this shall now be done,
My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay,
Victory's sign shall be red setting sun,
From this night's moon, see me flying away."

"I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true,
Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard,
Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you,
Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard."

Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018
Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths)

Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today...

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Total # Words: 310

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This Heart, Your Darkness No Longer Confounds


When this old gilded cage, this bird has flown
Into brighter world hidden far away;
You will know, my sorrows I have outgrown
My freedom I took then, without delay:
Seek me no longer caged in that dark hall,
Look ye not for those saddest tears I shed.
Thus, I have flown, to answer freedom's call
Know thy prisoner, is soon to be dead.

I see death shadows as they now arrive,
Feel deep burning stings of their early touch;
I fear not death, for I was not alive,
Now I beg help from that true ancient crutch:
Then dawn's fresh air becomes a cozy warm,
Shadow enlarged, my body it surrounds
I feel freedom's breath, shield my soul from harm,
This heart, your darkness no longer confounds.

Light! Thy true sun has wrapped me in its glow!
Here no pain, sorrow or shadows exist;
All of my lost treasures return and grow,
So many that I dare not try to list:
Death, my friend you were that saddest of keys,
A knife that came to cut away the dark,
For now we find that we both shall agree
Thy feared countenance does not seem that stark!

When this old gilded cage, this bird has flown
Into brighter world hidden far away;
You will know, my sorrows I have outgrown
My freedom I took then, without delay:
Seek me no longer caged in that dark hall,
Look ye not for those saddest tears I shed.
Thus, I have flown, to answer freedom's call
Know thy prisoner, is soon to be dead.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-2018

Note- After reading about a dozen poems this morn, I sat down to write.
The first four verses came in a flash and then the rest just flowed on out like a clear flowing river..,

Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 320
Total # Words: 260

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Light Did Shine From Her Smile, Such Grace

She graced all with her gentle ways
she so loved to help the poor strays;
There resides softness in her voice
thinking well of all by first choice,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

Was through winter snow that she came
brought comfort with her just her name;
Now this abyss shows she is gone
her admirers feel so alone,
Light did shIne from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

Set all with wonderment and awe
her absence seems our greatest fall;
For now dawn comes in cold and dim
sorrows as in lost lover's film,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

Spring's blessings saw her fly away
its joys turned to deepest of grays;
From whence she came nobody knew
her leaving sent waves of deep blue,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

O' yes we kneel, pray her return
rekindling love's fires that burn;
Tho' Time answers not our sad plea
nor explains the why she did flee,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

We beg our angel come again
we are lost in a swirling spin;
We wonder why we were blessed
none of our sins had we confessed,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

Now many decades have thus flown
our love for her has only grown;
Some few say they have seen her light
as it brightened their darkest night,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

She graced all with her gentle ways
she so loved to help the poor strays;
There resides softness in her voice
thinking well of all by first choice,
Light did shine from her smile, such grace
her good deeds, nothing can erase.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2018
(Lin Crazy Eights)- ( When Angels Are Sent)


Syllable count:
888888, 888888, 888888, 888888
888888, 888888, 888888, 888888


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Hides, Those Tyrian Sails So Longed For

Where hides, those Tyrian sails so longed for,
days lived far beyond this wretched, black door.
Can such bright fruits only be found in dreams,
are we condemned to one stagnant life-stream?

Sweeter days of youth knew not this sad gray,
says memories of adventurous days.
Has Time thus so slowed our spirit and soul,
as to make us pay this sad, boring toll?

Could it just be, decay of flesh and blood,
holds and mires us in this destructive mud?
Washed into banks of a river now dried,
long before this weaken body has died?

As I look for answers in sky above
comes reply, " turn back thy heart to ALL love" !

Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2018
Sonnet, ( Thoughts, Looking Back)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Temptations That Too Oft Rule Dashing Youth

Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
One can not avoid some terrible truth
Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
Horses racing, no rider at the reins!

That this old dark world celebrates sad facts
Of breaking sweethearts and misguided acts
When love's harvest tis bounty to be had
Youth's vigor, sees no harm in being bad.

Yet with years and wisdom comes wiser heart
Finding life has limits, then we depart
One may look back with deepest of regrets
Realizing one can not win all bets!

Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
One can not avoid some terrible truth
Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
Horses racing no rider at the reins!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth and its follies)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wading In Soft Waves Of That Distant Shore

When dawn's light broke, her tears had not yet dried
Her sobs came back, echoes in howling winds
Was it a nightmare, had her lover died,
Was this tragedy how their true love ends?

He woke upon a long white sandy shore
His heart heard her pleading words from afar
Deep yearnings, to please, just touch her once more,
Gaze at Heaven and see her shining star.

Night fell, her broken heart did not dare rest
She knew that soon they would be reunited
Beautiful eyes closed, she began her quest,
Leave this world that was now sorrow blighted.

When dawn's light broke, there she was, his new bride
Wading in soft waves of that distant shore
A short trip, now both had taken that ride,
Winds blew, no more did her pleas they implore.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2018
Rhyme, ( When Love's Great Power Reunites)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Red Sky Fire And Its Victims Left To Grieve

Massive shadow paled over scurrying ants on the ground
terror borne aloft, fire cursing beast riding across the skies
shimmering black and green scales, its armored sound
weeping shadows watched as victims echoed their cries.

From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

New dawn, victims yet cried, sending moans into the air
into day's light, its heavy silence, languishing fears
dead lying everywhere, village burnt far beyond repair
epic misery, all awash in buckets of sorrow's wettest tears.

From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

Alas! Even the ever faithful priest had been burned as well
ghastly fire-belching beast had sought he out first
women and children burned in this new unearthly Hell
how many more deaths to sate this dragon's massive thirst?

From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

From the mountain far away, fire belching from its snowy roof
thunderous rumbles, growls of demonic beastly throes
for this display of hellish agony was more than enough proof
as were the mourning survivors hiding in their dark holes.

From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

Robert J. Lindley 6-27-2018
(Mythical creatures contest)

Note--I may even get around to entering this one, not sure yet. I wrote one for another contest few weeks ago and forgot to enter it.
Contest filled up and closed while the poems sat forgotten by me, for two weeks-- lol- --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As We Imagine Gods, Venus And Mars

Universe eternally unending
expanding space infinity sending,
vast emptiness, separating its stars
as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars.

Swirling in galaxies, churning cosmic dust
as puny man in his weak science trusts,
magnitude, such ignorance truly awes
as if the universe awaits our calls.

We have such pride in our blindness and pains
calling shallow finds, our tremendous gains,
truth speaks, things we can never overcome
as universe sends its eternal hum.

Universe eternally unending
expanding space infinity sending,
vast emptiness, separating its stars
as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars.

R.J. Lindley,
April 12th, 1974
( Of epic blindness and false pride )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!

Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!

In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018

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Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 188

Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Find The Waiting Light And Redemption's Well Lit Path

Ride not that raging bull, horns poisoned to the tips
your heart armored against all that would inflict pain;
such soul warping feeds on the venom as it drips,
as blindness leads until only hatred remains!

Stop! Let what little shreds of hidden light exist
expand in your weeping and crying heart then heal;
with that smallest of sparks, your lost soul must resist
greatest hate and sorrows that leads you to not feel!

As each glowing new dawn, then grows your new birthed love
your eyes will open to joy's softest touch and tears;
you may again, see Light cast from Heavens above,
find that redemption's path, destroys all hate and fears!

When glorious Light renews heart, love and its sight
such pure joy comes from Heaven, not hatred's dark might.

Robert Lindley, 7-12-2018
Sonnet,( True Lit Path To Recovery)

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Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 132

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written by me and my very talented writing partner , Susan Ashley..-Tyr


Allow The Dawn To Wake Us

I would write words for you, dipped in beauty and gold
my heart would burst for you, if it were just that bold;
with you, our romance cries out, for an eight day week
with you, I have found the truest of deep love I seek.

Walk with me, to paradise its bright singing birds
Talk to me, your voice sends golden, beautiful words;
stay this night, let our two souls and pure hearts entwine
allow dawn to wake us, let our loving hours shine.

Love does flow with heat for you from my melted heart
honey dipped allure your ambrosia does impart,
time together precious as racing pulse does chime
in amaranthine night of purple passion prime.

Basking in our luscious love lush and heaven-sent
rousing first blush bathes us embraced in our content;
sunrise spreads ardent reds blessing our love story
dawning dew thrills the bloom of our morning glory.



Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

July 17,2018

My poet's note: Yet again my dear friend Susan, it is an honor and delightful pleasure to discuss with and write this collaborative, inspiring creation with you.
Your poetic heart and soul is evident in the depths and beauty of the verses you always contribute to our poetry. To have you as a dear friend and then also be so very blessed as to be gifted your time, insight and talent in composing poetry together is a fantastic revelation of your kindness, generosity and high standing character.

Susan's poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, thank you for your gracious invitation to collaborate with you on this luminous piece of poetry. It is my honor to unite our poetic voices once again and a joy to be inspired by your golden verses of rich romance and ardent love. Our collaborations, and your wonderful talent and kindhearted friendship are treasured and I cherish our shared passion for creating poetry.. I truly enjoyed this exquisite poetic and artistic experience with you my dear friend.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies
pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies.

Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes
desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies,
finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground,
thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found.
First step taken, this soul takes its desperate flight,
embrace anew, treasures that make life feel alright.

Through drifted powdered paths my healing does begin
rhythm of my brisk breath is like a cleansing hymn.
Serenity in solitude is what I seek,
in contemplative meditations I do speak
amongst the frosted firs a chapel for my prayers
in your Trust surrendering all worries and tears.

To slow life’s commotion and hush harsh emotion,
quiet communion in woodland is my potion -
sweetest swells of ecstasy makes my spirit swoon
in whitest snowdrop bloom my heart will follow soon.
With every snowy step I purify a thought
in this pristine Love I find absolution sought.

The winding trail I followed with a downcast face
and left behind the sorrow of my past disgrace.
Ascending farther to the snowy mountains peak
animated to discover my fate unique.
I shall not let my courage waver, not this time,
with weary steps I continue my forward climb.

The final steps to reach my summits divine light,
my mind virtuous as snowflakes of purest white,
I inhale the essence of life at nature’s hem,
finally free from chains of torment I condemn.
With Fate and Time to blend with Earth, I shall redeem
my dignity and recover my self-esteem.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul)

July 25, 2018

Poet's note: It was with great and deep pleasure that we three poets joined together to compose this poem. As our hearts and minds united to bring a harvest of beauty, treasures and soul finding solace within a journey through Nature's garden and its soul soothing solitude, covered in whitest of snowflakes and heart's seeking desires.
My heartfelt thanks goes to my two wonderful and awesomely talented co-writers, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren. To have the true honor of creating with such dear friends is a blessing indeed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

***************************************
Edited- 9-02-2018

~ POTW ~ ( Poem Of The Week Awarded )
Week of July 29, 2018

It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once I Found, Once I Woke, Once Love Came

Once I found, that darken cave to hide in
Having no true friends to then confide in
I sank each rowboat I took a ride in
Embraced scenes of glory I took pride in
Created dream realms that I then died in

Once I woke, I found sweet clouds to walk on
In that bliss, found dear subjects to talk on
Enter tirades that my mind could squawk on
Became a fool that they put their mock on
A broken sidewalk no child put chalk on.

Once love came, I grabbed its heart to hold to
Soon begged its soft hands, to be sold to
Sought sweet times, deeper soul to be told to
Conquer enemies, others be bold to
Find havens that could quickly be rode to.

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd, 1973
Rhyme, ( Dreams, Loves And Other Fantasies)

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Total # Syllables: 150
Total # Words: 128

Note: Taken from one of my private poetry journals. Thought this was one that I'd never share openly but my muse urged me to do so this morn..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Admiration For The Bright Red Rose

What would a rose be without each sharp thorn
easily from sweet mother earth thus torn,
at the mercy of Nature's hungry jaws
tender roots dug from the soil by long claws.

Would we miss such beauty if never seen
perish that sad thought, such would be obscene,
if dawn's rays did not light rose garden's glow
would be as if black was color of snow!

What sorrow if my Love, my lady so fair
had no beautiful red rose in her hair,
if deep romance, rose did not represent
may we proclaim its beauty heaven sent?

How sweet it is, to our Love give a rose.
Say, your great beauty flows from head to toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, ( In Praise Of The Brightest Red Rose)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Whispering Mists, Dying Gods There Grieve

Within Shadows casting in forth blackened glow,
secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust,
there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow
far beneath a granite hardened evil crust.

Within corridors in ancient temples Time waits
for the golden winds of Loves renewed trust
sealed up fast and tight, their heavy gates,
holding back those deaths found to be unjust.

In whispering mists, dying Gods there grieve
there time now sadly wasted and ill spent
sifting Love's gems through golden sieves,
they see far too late, what human Life truly meant.

What of legendary Gods, did such beings ever exist
oft descending to earth to wreck havoc there
or in Hades pits cast all, their divine powers did resist,
the glories of faithful worship they deemed fair.

Within Shadows casting in forth blackened glow,
secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust,
there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow
far beneath a granite hardened evil crust.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-08-2018
Rhyme, ( Of Dead Gods, Evil beasts And Man's Folly)

Note:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sweet Child's Untimely Death

Windswept leaves blown upon abandoned house doorstep
there rests in peace, as if morning mail.
Driveway empty aside from an old red broken tricycle, remnants from the last family and the death of their child.
Alas, Fate created this lonely and tragic scene, with its sorrows now flown far away.
Chill breeze attacks the trees as if to say, sorrows are here and her they will stay,
for their child exists no more.
Exists no more, echoing savagely - she exists no more!
A sweet child's untimely death. Reality's naked and almost unbearable truth.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2018
Free verse, (Based upon a very old tragedy many decades ago)

Note: Oft reality curses and seems to be an unbearable state to have to endure. Yet in this realm Fate, Time, Reality and Death are all-powerful commanders on a ship speeding across the universe. Only stop to get off of it -- is death...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
(Part One)
Robert J. Lindley, 8-04- 2018
Rhyme (Mythology, Great Tales)

Notes-
1. Achilles*: - (Of Troy fame*)
Achilles, in Greek mythology, son of the mortal Peleus, king of the Myrmidons, and the Nereid, or sea nymph, Thetis. Achilles was the bravest, handsomest, and greatest warrior of the army of Agamemnon in the Trojan War. According to Homer, Achilles was brought up by his mother at Phthia with his cousin and inseparable companion Patroclus. One of the non-Homeric tales of his childhood relates that Thetis dipped Achilles in the waters of the River Styx, by which means he became invulnerable, except for the part of his heel by which she held him—the proverbial “Achilles’ heel.”

Read more: http://www.mythencyclopedia.com/Pa-P...#ixzz5NE789BPO
2. (Achilles) father*: - Peleus - Peleus, a figure from Greek mythology, is best known as the father of the Greek hero Achilles* and the husband of the sea nymph Thetis. As a youth, Peleus was banished from his homeland after he killed one of his brothers. Peleus suffered misfortune everywhere he went and fled from two kingdoms during his life.
Zeus* himself arranged for Peleus to marry Thetis. Zeus loved Thetis, but he decided to abandon his courtship when he learned that the fates had declared that Thetis's son would become more powerful than his father. After marrying Peleus, Thetis bore him a son named Achilles. She tried to make the infant immortal by holding him in fire to burn away his human weakness. Peleus, however, was horrified and stopped Thetis, leaving Achilles' heel vulnerable. Angered, Thetis abandoned her family and returned to the sea.

nymph minor goddess of nature, usually represented as young and beautiful
immortal able to live forever
Peleus became king of Phthia, but he was overthrown by his enemies when Achilles left for the Trojan Warf. Thetis took pity on Peleus and brought him back to her sea cave, where they lived together forever.

3.. (Achilles) mother*:- Thetis his mother, was the immortal Nereid Thetis, Thetis attempted to render her son Achilles invulnerable. In the well-known version, she dipped him in the River Styx, holding him by one heel, which remained vulnerable. In an early and less popular version of the story, Thetis anointed the boy in ambrosia and put him on top of a fire to burn away the mortal parts of his body. She was interrupted by Peleus and she abandoned both father and son in a rage, leaving his heel vulnerable. A nearly identical story is told by Plutarch, in his On Isis and Osiris, of the goddess Isis burning away the mortality of Prince Maneros of Byblos, son of Queen Astarte, and being likewise interrupted before completing the process. Later on in life, Achilles is killed by Paris when he is shot in his vulnerable spot, the heel. This is where the term "Achilles' heel" is derived from.

4.Ares* : Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera.
In Greek literature, he often represents the physical or violent and ...
Symbols‎: ‎Sword‎, ‎spear‎, ‎shield‎, ‎helmet‎, ‎chariot‎, ...Parents‎: ‎Zeus‎ and ‎Hera

5. Charon*:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the mythological figure. For the moon of Pluto, see Charon (moon). For other uses, see Charon (disambiguation).

Attic red-figure lekythos attributed to the Tymbos painter showing Charon welcoming a soul into his boat, c. 500-450 BC
In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon (/'k??r?n, -?n/; Greek Χ?ρων) is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead. A coin to pay Charon for passage, usually an obolus or danake, was sometimes placed in or on the mouth of a dead person.[1] Some authors say that those who could not pay the fee, or those whose bodies were left unburied, had to wander the shores for one hundred years. In the catabasis mytheme, heroes – such as Aeneas, Dionysus, Heracles, Hermes, Odysseus, Orpheus, Pirithous, Psyche, Theseus and Sisyphus – journey to the underworld and return, still alive, conveyed by the boat of Charon.

6. Styx*": From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"River Styx"
The waters of one Styx in the Aroanian mountains
In Greek mythology, Styx (/'st?ks/; Ancient Greek: Στ?ξ [stýk?s][citation needed]) is a deity and a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld, often called "Hades" which is also the name of its ruler. The rivers Styx, Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe, and Cocytus supposedly all converge at the center of the underworld on a great marsh, which sometimes is also called the Styx. According to Herodotus, the river Styx originates near Feneos.[1] Styx is also a goddess with prehistoric roots in Greek mythology as a daughter of Tethys, after whom the river is named and because of whom it had miraculous powers.

7. Hades*: In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son regurgitated by his father.[2] He and his brothers Zeus and Poseidon defeated their father's generation of gods, the Titans, and claimed rulership over the cosmos. Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus.

The Etruscan god Aita and Roman gods Dis Pater and Orcus were eventually taken as equivalent to the Greek Hades and merged as Pluto, a Latinization of his euphemistic Greek name Plouton (Greek: Πλο?των Ploúton).[3]

Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they blame
looking at the heavens he saw the moon glowing blood red
sending its message of truth about his victims now dead!

Rising from night bed, screams from those slain still ringing
he knew much more torment they would be bringing
there was darkness in his soul that, nothing could ever tame
his father* had made death and destruction his only game!

Small was the solace that, mortal men praised his deeds
how in fiercest battles he makes his victims bleed
dispatching each to Charon* for that final dark boat trip
on river Styx, to Hades pain hides in each thirsty sip!

As pitiful dead faces come through bloody halls
louder and louder heard are their dark cursing calls
those words become deep stabbing daggers and his heart is pained
he realizes, worthless value of great fame he has gained!

Asking mother Thetis* why she gave this curse
sincerely proclaiming that, nothing could be worse
To Peleus* his father, he in tears begins to speak
begging for mercy and the love he forever there seeks!

He not knowing, Fate had demanded his half-god birth
destiny's reasons hidden, he pondered life's worth
asking why could not Apollo*, his suffering now ease
not seeing, even mighty gods can not do as they please!

As silence grew louder, his soul already hurt
he saw dying faces falling on bloodstained dirt
As voices and bloody shadows sank back into stone wall
his heart and soul's in memory, stored every cursing call!

Seeing now, last vestiges of heavenly lights
Achilles took time to remember all his fights
soon begging for dawn, its soothing lights his pained soul relieved
away washed curses of those that had cause to be aggrieved.

Rising to meet bright sun and dawn's glistening beams
he felt its deep gifting warmth and Hope that redeems
Fate and Destiny granted this warrior another day
on this mortal plain, for now, his half-god body would stay.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-04- 2018
Rhyme (Mythology, Great Tales)

See More Detailed Notes Listed Above-
1. Achilles*: - (Of Troy fame*)
2. (Achilles) father*: - Peleus
3.. (Achilles) mother*:- Thetis his mother, was the immortal Nereid Thetis,
4.Ares* : Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera.
5. Charon*: In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon (/'k??r?n, -?n/; Greek ?????) is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers
6. Styx*": "River Styx"
The waters of one Styx in the Aroanian mountains
In Greek mythology, Styx (/'st?ks/; Ancient Greek: St?? [stýk?s][citation needed]) is a deity and a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld, often called "Hades" which is also the name of its ruler. The rivers Styx, Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe, and Cocytus supposedly all converge at the center of the underworld on a great marsh, which sometimes is also called the Styx.
7. Hades*: In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus.
** Modern interpretation Hades equals Hell..

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Achilles, The Journey To Troy, Part Two

Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
(Part Two) - The Journey To Troy

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Total # Words: 333

Achilles, The Journey To Troy,
(Part Two) of (Part One-titled, Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal)

Woe! wretched horrors Olympic gods sent that day
mighty king suffered his treasure stolen away
power of Troy against strongest of Grecian might
testing magnificent force of great Spartan fight!

Saving proud Greek honor was the summoning call
an arrogant king demanded Troy's suffering fall
swift as Hermes, to warriors, messengers sent
his request answered, they came in flooding torrents.

As Grecian phalanx were boarding its warring ships
strong was the question upon the warriors lips
Achilles! Achilles! Will our fight he now join
for he answers not to kings selfish whims or coins

Roaring loud happy cheers as his ships sails were seen
warriors, certain victories plunders they'd glean
his godlike bearing seen at warships splashing prow
for not even Troy's massive walls could stop them now!

Soon Troy's riches they would gather with bloody hands
slaughter its haughty citizens burn its rich lands
steal its power and gold, take its women as slaves
for its sins cast its rabble into early graves!

With sacrifices made to Aires they could not fail
the gods had sent favoring winds to fill their sails
Poseidon. rewarded faithful kings, gave their due
they sailed on with pride of warriors and ships crew.

Eager to land and fight battles for glory's sake
to the Olympic gods they prayed their lives not take
gift them courage and hone well their slashing sharp blades
allow the joys of victor's homecoming parades.

Dawn's rays saw Achille's ship surging far ahead
he had his prowess and dark blood-lust to be fed
In his heart he knew this battle would be his last
glory and fame taken would set the world aghast!

As night fell, they knew new day's light, would blood-lust sate
they each sought to placate dark master of their Fate
with prayers and incense to burn throughout dark of night
each prepared for this the greatest of all their fights!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
(Part Two) - The Journey To Troy

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Total # Words: 333

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

One By Design, The Other By Mere Chance

In valley of dying echoes, low moans
slow gasps, with silver inlaid overtones;
lives two rivals, infinite powers each,
both waging their wars, to mortal man teach.

Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance.
One by design, the other by mere chance.

Mortal life, chained to such powerful foes
man seeing such truth in his dying throes;
coming into this evil realm to die,
with hope to someday into heaven fly.

Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance.
One by design, the other by mere chance.

Walking through life, in a crawling blind trance
searching for more, for life saving romance;
while days and nights in sad flurries sail on,
man wallows and sings in a grievous tone.

Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance.
One by design, the other by mere chance.

R.J. Lindley,
Jan, 26th, 1978
( Seeing only darkest black )
Note- Deleted..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Epitaph Of My Old Friend, An Honorable Man

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

As mighty oak he withstood stormy winds
Found joy with his close neighbors and dear friends
His home a castle without guarding moat
Man of letters, he and inner soul wrote:
Poetry and songs devised to bring cheer
Whether home or at taverns drinking beer
His oath, vowing to treat one and all fair
A gentle man, yet cross him none would dare.

Had you known him, his honor so true,
Fairly he would take the measure of you,
If found worthy, happily shake your hand,
Let you hunt on his grandfather's wild lands:
Be a trusty friend, should you ask for more
From his table, his wines so freely pour
Full of vigor, to needy he gave
One others shed tears visiting his grave.

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-28-2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Miracula

And life is an hour's sun
Upon a lonely island peak
Whose mighty base leviathan
Scarce roundeth in a week.

So far away the secrets lie
Within ourselves, so deep they go
In catacombs of memory,
Ten thousand years below.

Yet every tiny flower and shell,
And every flash of human thought,
Are worlds as wide as Heaven and Hell,
As wonderfully wrought.

And life is an hour's sun
Upon a lonely island peak
Whose mighty base leviathan
Scarce roundeth in a week.

R.J. Lindley
Date- no date given, must have been in the early 70's....

*Si quaeris miracula*
If Thou Seekest Miracles

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

It Is Truly Time To

Time to bury the past, move on
sing again in different tone;
climb another mystery hill*
soothe sooner our love aching bone.

Time to dance a jig, fancy-feet
with dawns we gloriously meet;
no longer hold sorrows that kill*
allow true love and life to greet.

Time to romance and wed our bliss
savor forever our first kiss;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
embrace love, destined not to miss.

Time to stop heartache, truly live
carry joy in our souls, forgive;
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*
bear bountiful crops, just to give.

Climb another mystery hill
no longer hold sorrows that kill;
fly into skies that hearts now heal
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills.

R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1972
Rhyme, (What My Wizen Muse Told Me To Compose)

Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 118

Note- Presented as it was written so long ago- not edited..
I was 18 years old then (born in 1954), I wrote using the numbers, 8 and 18 in mind (8x20 verses = 160).
Total words 118....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Such Majesty There, Where Nature's Beauty Abounds

There it was deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very passionate dream
Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream
I lone interloper into majestic views
Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues
A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest
An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest.

Old leaves crunching loud under my invading feet
Pondering, is this any great way to first meet
Speaking soft to critters, as they scurried away
Assuring forest, destruction is not my way
Following along winding ancient woodland trail
Heart, mind and soul under beaming Nature cast spell
Around a narrow bend, climbing down small stream bank
Stopping, kneeling, drinking and giving God my thanks.

Stepping across stones, over waters crystal clear
Thinking if this would be destroyed, my new deep fear
Over to yonder hill, small saplings at its base
Magic colors sing, behold such infinite grace
Suddenly a rush, as swiftly away raced deer
All three knowing the truth, do not let man too near
Watching as they flew and jumped over fallen log
Each springing up and over like a leaping frog.

With such majesty abounding, soul wanted more
Grateful mind promising, to come back to explore
Bring along my best camera to pictures take
Save all to a pretty Nature scrapbook then make
With purest joy, I turned to trek my way back home
Adventurer, seeking under Nature's green dome
Finally arriving at my car at sunset
Explorer thinking this is as good as it gets.

There it was, deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very passionate dream
Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream
I lone interloper into majestic views
Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues
A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest
An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2018
Rhyme, ( Remembrances Of An Early Fall Nature Trek)
Finished and edited from an earlier version written in 1977.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Just giving credit were it is due..-Tyr

Thanks to my very good friend, our own Abouttime
I was inspired to write Pete this little slam rhyme
I slammed it out quick and think it is not half bad
Although its subject and his arrogance are very sad.......



If Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness Is Your Bag

If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your bag
You live to critique and harangue
Your ink stains falsity and in rainbow blues
You play as if wearing diamond studded shoes
Know some may see your arrogance and in disgust
Swear to never even a moment ever you trust
So peddle your lies and sickness to the blind
As decent folks see well and know your kind.

If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your way
You love to complicate all you live to say
Your thoughts are how is it best to present lies
Complicate even basics ingredients in mom's apple pies
Know we are not all peasants, stupid and blind
Your grievously contrived errors we most oft find
So spread your manure on other vacated fields
We are not the fools you thought, we never yield.

If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your bag
You live to critique and harangue
Your ink stains falsity and in rainbow blues
You play as if wearing diamond studded shoes
Know some may see your arrogance and in disgust
Swear to never even a moment ever you trust
So peddle your lies and sickness to the blind
As decent folks see well and know your kind.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-19-2018
Rhyme slam, (Honoring our own little Petey boy)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On Life, Love, Death, Fate, Time And Other Pondering

Of beginnings and endings, chaos in between,
life is but illusions, imaginary scenes;
a broad fantasy or else a time driven call
that deep desperate cry before death's final fall
as if, dark nothings rose up to parade around
then in mere blink, are buried six feet underground.

Within Time's dark hours that swiftly, fleetingly fly,
are whispering winds blowing, tho' we know not why;
either in gales or gentle and soothing breeze
mankind finds his way but never with golden ease
as if, invisible power, grasps man's inner soul
some may call that Fate and it takes its heavy toll.

In between low gasps, some black, others filled with light,
each a brief flinging of thoughts, be it day or night;
precious few may gift that which oft is called true love
for this world spins with that steady of, push and shove
as if, unseen forces birth pain and flowing blood
for man rose from the dirt and now loves his red mud.

Of beginnings and endings, chaos in between,
life is but illusions, imaginary scenes;
a broad fantasy or else a time driven call
that deep desperate cry before death's final fall
as if, dark nothings rose up to parade around
then in mere blink, are buried six feet underground.

R.J. Lindley,
Feb. 7th, 1971
Dark Rhyme, ( Are We But Dreaming )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O'Lord, Can Enduring Such Sorrows Ever Make Me Whole

I walked alone, when the lonely had its hold on me
I was as good as gone, yet this shattered heart was not free
I knew she would never phone, and her silence let me be
I found the road to nothingness, sad skies and empty seas.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

I felt the pains, that nightfall tore into my broken heart
I walked in the cold rains, tho' my world was ripped apart
I sought what little remains, and with its hope dawn's new chart
I washed away the stains, crying tears for another start.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

I embraced the agonizing sad, its lost soul crushing blues
I wept for the past bad, its mysteries without any clues
I forced away the mad, those curses that say, pay your dues
I prayed with my all, for her swift return or just any news.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

R.J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
June 25th 1977 (When Love Is Truly Forever Lost)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where My Heart Decided To Rest


Where my heart, decided to rest
such was happiness, not a test
paradise, not a lonely place
exquisite beauty of your face.

Where this soul, started to find love
was not this sad world's push and shove
within Heaven's glistening lights
was found peace and calm of our nights.

Where this spirit, steps up to dance
can only be in your romance
within sweetness of your soft kiss
I pray, never your touch, to miss.

Where our all, gave unified joy
was true love of a girl and boy
embracing of life and its gifts
each tender moment that uplifts.

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme (Sweet Musings Of My Youth)


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Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100

Note- Having been ill these last couple weeks , both my reading, commenting and writing has has suffered a vacancy of will to live as I normally do.
I decided to write this morn to try to reverse that spell of the blues.
And reaching within, this flowed out as smoothly as silk...
even hit the hundred word mark with no edits made...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Should Fate, Ever This Dark World Defy And Splinter


He walked through hidden subterranean tombs
crying out his veneration for those long dead
they from love, born of our mother's bountiful wombs
they that ate her Love, her kind Heart, her daily bread.
In cold and heartless deep sea of relentless black
devoid of pity begging for mercy's relief
its dank lonely air, its merciless, well worn track
bearing witness of man's loss and sorrowful grief.

Yes there, where faith's promise yet holds its solemn reign
where Light shuns, awaiting longed for welcomed advance
tho' man in his arrogance too oft tries to feign
rule over life, mastery of love's true romance.

Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter.
Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter.

Hold this sad old poet not to these words thus read
for his life was once condemned to deep darkest pits
far, far better, to see and love deeper instead
rather than walk blindly raging from insane fits.
I write, profess having no great and saving key
rather a newfound heart born from past lived travails
nor have I, greater love or deep wisdom in me
tho' I have survived world's evil, its many hells.

With Hope, dreams, its mercy gifted by divine hands
as manna from Heaven fell, Love that saw great need
for once lost in darkness, one can not rise to stand
unless Light and Love heal soulful wounds that so bleed.

Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter.
Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Prayer For The Dead, started 1978, edited and finished today)

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Total # Words:-- 254

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How Things Change When You Are Old

When you are old, have seen your dreams crumble,
You walk slow, often talk in a mumble,
Your eyes once so bright, are now dull and dim
Fat cries out, you are not young, fit and trim;

Once had quick wit, now you forget to eat
Youthful courage gone, you admit defeat,
Too much time alone and you ponder this
Why dawn's sweetest awakenings you now miss;

Sun starts to set, you trudge towards your bed
You ask if pain, is in your heart or head,
Hoot owl calls, you tell it to shut hell up
You'd make coffee, if you could find a cup;

Tomorrow's hope is just another day
Visit the park if you could find which way,
You find pretty gals, do not stir your heart
You think great fun, is a day at Walmart!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2018
Rhyme.( When old, future years's promises vanish)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dedication To He That This Old Poet Truly Admires


Hardened was his sad heart when a mere lad-
Never a kind word, all seemed very bad-
Born a true and strong athlete to behold
Into slavery and dark he was sold,
Emerged an honest man of mighty girth
A living Samson, a man of true worth.
As gentle friend one could truly thank God
Woe to those that felt his wrath or his rod!

Such great prowess one should never deny.
Always willing to give others fair try.

Stone-hard product of American shores
With hand axe, a slayer of savage boars
A majestic hunter of no small fame
Savage man or beast he could and did tame,
A hero returning from the great War
Proof as was seen, his many battle scars.
Never had he ever failed to show might
victor in every hand to hand fight!

Such great prowess one should never deny.
Always willing to give others fair try.

Never one to fear world's darkest powers-
A hard worker, no lover of idle hours-
Racing to do that which others so fear
Holding mother and siblings very dear,
Lover of horses, cats and faithful dogs
A Paul Bunyan one stroke, splitting huge logs.
Rock steady and never once defeated
punishing those who had his friends cheated!

Such great prowess one should never deny.
Always willing to give others fair try.

Rewarded to live to a ripe old age-
Some called hero, others a wise old sage-
Myself, I just loved him as my best friend
True chap that is faithful until the end,
Bright red roses adorn his earthen bed
none daring to walk paths he had once tread.
His life and memory are treasured gold
kind of brave man, I long to be when old!

Such great prowess one should never deny.
Always willing to give others fair try.

Robert J. Lindley,
July 11th, 1993
Rhyme, (Dedication poem)

Note- Presented as was originally composed, no edits to the verses(body of the work).
I was tempted but then I thought may be best to leave as was felt
and written the first go....
Added the word - "Old" - , to the Title, as seemed fitting since that describes the current state of the author.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

He That Sees Such Oceans Of Boldly Waving Gold

He that with deep knowledge looks at a field of wheat
says, there Mother Nature builds for us to soon eat
man derives from her now plowed rich virgin soil
many luscious crops by his hard sweat and toil,
and such is not manna falling from open skies
nor is it freely gifted bread, sweet cakes and pies.

For Mother Nature, her beauty had to be tamed
her majesty and huge body had to be maimed
massive trees and brush were cut down and then burned
man honed steel blade rich virgin soil overturned,
and with purpose created huge seeded fields
to garner food harvests in ever greater yields.

He that sees such oceans of boldly waving gold
thinks this serves us truly well and soon will be sold
the money gained, will my family clothe and feed,
removing us from great hardship and wanton need
that moment, not care about Nature spilled blood
for he has fled poverty and hut built from mud.

He that with deep knowledge looks at a field of wheat
says, there Mother Nature builds for us to soon eat
man derives from her now plowed rich virgin soil
so many luscious crops by his hard sweat and toil,
and such is not manna falling from open skies
nor is it freely gifted bread, sweet cakes and pies.

R. J. Lindley, 4-21-1977
Rhyme, ( On Mother Nature's Sacrifice Man's Gain)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lord Of Long Shadows, Master Poe And I

Lord of long shadows had invaded hearth and home
sauntered in amidst cracklings of hot fireplace flames
Saying, " I like this sad place, may I freely roam
you know friend, I do dearly love playing sad games".
And with sardonic laugh, flew around and about
breaking mirrors so no image was reflected
Shall we see just how many pains I can churn out
shouting, "let me remind, sad woes you've neglected".

I questioned, asking if it would once be so kind,
for I the master of hearth and home had some rights
Shadow said, "ask away poor soul, I do not mind
I oft get deeply bored on these cold wintry nights".
Searching for something to give me some kind of sway
for these darklings, can bring epic pains and sorrows
I queried, "did you plague Master Poe night and day
seek to destroy his joys and all his tomorrows"?

That sardonic smile, and hideous laugh roared back
I see you too like to play clever little games
Somehow you figured out my past and are on track
shall you be seeking any more great poet's names?
Shall that triumph of my destroying power do
to strike proper fear into your old, aching heart
I shall advise, lets recall your woes, set your dues
tis best we gaze at your love's losses for a start.

Then with twinkling flame-red eyes, power to thus cast
shadow snapped fingers, removed its covering mask
This beauty was your first and you then swore your last
need I give angelic name, dare you even ask?
Through tears I saw my love, so many years passed on
those dear blue eyes and her smile that I now so miss
Then shadow showed her fiery death and bleached white bones
asking, "would I want to touch, her decay now kiss"?

I could not reply, the pain ached in me so hard
my sobs echoed and gave shadow such immense glee
Shadow cursed and cried, "you dare call yourself bard
when you can not bear these sorrows, I gift to thee".
Would your Master Poe not in deep dismay thus frown
at this pitiful wretch, just one lost love has wrought
You act as he, seeing Annabel's bloody gown
knowing her sad death, has so much of his fame bought.

I then saw envy in shadow's arrogant mind
how it despised all poets and Poe's fantastic fame
A great weakness, for such conceit makes one stone-blind
seeding a crack in its misery birthing game.
My thoughts interrupted, shadow had more to show
it cast forth delicious picnic by a blue lake
With it, image of my love Helen laughing so
yet again this was more than this lost-soul could take

Now begging, please, please, show me such losses no more
I recall each true love that in my youth I failed
Shadow have mercy, this one act I now implore
save me from what, past death scene daggers have impaled
With pride out of sight, it stooped to look down and close
as it gazed I said, "your art and you are adored."
Such was my chance to deliver truth's overdose
you destroyed Master Poe yet more you have implored.

Its rapt attention, flattering words soon did gain
with guile I asked, why this world, your fame now denies
For my poet's heart found words to shower like rain
with, why does wicked world, ignore your righteous cries.
Sent you to torment poets like Master Poe and I
as a ghastly shadow, form devoid, with no name
Its hideous face changed, tears formed as if to cry
as it saw it too was victim, we were the same.

I hid my smile, seeing rage and bitterness set in
for shadow now felt wrongly used and thus betrayed
Shadow felt my words, their true weight, knew just then
his game lost, how by this loser he had been played.
With a curt and dismissive bow he said goodbye
proclaiming how my kind he'd visit no more
Yet would greet me after my mortal coil shall die
and with sardonic smile said, " to even the score."

Entering my room on beam of glittering white
from within Raven's painting out came my friend Poe
Saying, "I told you we would have such great delight,
that was same wicked shadow that dealt my death blow".
I replied, "thank you grandfather of my dear muse,
shall we drink or out that window at the moon shout
For your guile, insightful words I wisely did use
shadow now knows its pride, has been kicked about".

Master Poe smiled and laughed saying, "what a grand treat
your wicked shadow once won its game against me
Now dearest friend, with our words we gave its defeat
and we have for now set your poetic soul free."
With this fine advice, Master Poe bid me goodbye
write my friend, even dark poetry if need be
For heaven hears poetic words artists pen-cry
pray sweet blessings upon those believing as we.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2018
Rhyme, ( Long Shadow's Defeat and Poe's Revenge)
(ORIGINAL VERSION STARTED IN 1978)

Note: This was first written 40 years ago, 1978..
I have rewritten these 7 times in those forty-one years and this makes number 8...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Know This, Her Eyes Weep Now


Know: she and I buried dead loves in old tin cans
our hands stained with blood held far too long
With heated rush, we walked into patient storms
there was fast, loud music but never a soft song

This: my heart still loves the falling Autumn leaves
our hot romantic nights gave us all, back then
She made promises with beautiful sexy smiles
their deaths, are the pains of which I now so grieve

Her: luscious lips, lit fires that yet burn with ache
our happy time was glorious, yet fated to die
With sorrows deep born, comes pains that gash
the tender flesh of a lamb pleading at the stake

Eyes: that cast poetry into this man's willing soul
her lies, soft feathers soothing a young man's nights
Time denies the eternal bliss passion oft gifts
as if Fate commands, now drink from this empty bowl

Weep: tears for the fondest of life's sweet pleasures
memories of a time that fantasy could not match
Does she remember, I bowed to her as a defeated fool
while she sauntered away, seeking greater pleasures

Now: she lives in an old castle that walls crumble
wearing gowns that fallen goddesses have thrown away
My spirit demands I not go look to see for myself
for fear that eyes and lips beckon and I again stumble

Know this, her eyes weep now, that it is too late
Know this, her eyes weep now, that it is too late

Robert J. Lindley, April 12th 2002
Rhyme, ( Where do fallen goddesses go )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

R. J. Lindley,
Feb 2nd, 1973
Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice...

Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained
great insight into the life of Native Americans from words
he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that
gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding
the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts
carried out by "whites" against Native Americans.


New Note:
Population history of indigenous peoples of the Americas
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The population figure of indigenous peoples of the Americas before
the 1492 voyage of Christopher Columbus have proven difficult
to establish. Scholars rely on archaeological data and written
records from settlers from Europe. Most scholars writing at
the end of the 19th century estimated that the pre-Columbian
population was as low as 10 million; by the end of the 20th
century most scholars gravitated to a middle estimate of
around 50 million, with some historians arguing for an estimate
of 100 million or more.[1] Contact with the Europeans led to
the European colonization of the Americas, in which millions
of immigrants from Europe eventually settled in the Americas.

The population of African and Eurasian peoples in the Americas
grew steadily, while the indigenous population plummeted. Eurasian
diseases such as influenza, bubonic plague and pneumonic plagues,
yellow fever, smallpox, and malaria devastated the Native Americans,
who did not have immunity to them. Conflict and outright warfare
with Western European newcomers and other American tribes further
reduced populations and disrupted traditional societies. The extent
and causes of the decline have long been a subject of academic debate,
along with its characterization as a genocide.[2]




American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear;
Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man
birthing growing urges to return and run truly free,
falling upon ancient trails, foraging for lean red meat
race with red-heart's deepest desires into widest abyss,
embrace our mother earth, unified into one body.

Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

Standing proud, atop very high and lonesome mountain crag
winds caressing one of Nature's most beautiful creatures;
Notes calling loud, that give night's resplendent moon pregnant pause
in that silent and golden moment, where man so trembles,
for it is then knowledge comes, therein sings of true freedom
having no need for dreams of blind men or dark worldly lusts,
speaking to pack below, mirroring its deep felt tones.

Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

Alas! Fate and Fury- rage combine and oft delivers
soul-crushing, black-handed cuts from darkened realms far below;
Wherein has justice overcame Fate's most savage attacks
when hatred and greed both conspired to not be defeated,
in infliction of war's sorrows and deadly destruction
while parading under banner of Light and compassion,
tales of malevolent beasts, benevolently destroyed!

Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

R. J. Lindley,
Feb 2nd, 1973
Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice...

Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained
great insight into the life of Native Americans from words
he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that
gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding
the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts
carried out by "whites" against Native Americans.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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This poem was awarded Poem of the Week and places 24th, on the best the ONE HUNDRED BEST NEW POEMS LIST.
I was just a month shy of 19 years old, back when I wrote this.. Recently decided to present it at my poetry site and have it copyrighted as my work. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Of Famous Warriors, How Should They Be Judged

Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
should not their character reflect far more the man
more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

Dare we set scales that may belittle other facts
Love of all other earthen treasures cast aside
what of dearest children raised to be faithful
one can not stop heroic pride, its rushing tide
fame true earned, by default makes us all grateful
biased judgments given, are oft hard to retract.

Of heroes deaths and its powers to reincarnate
the imagined greatness of dying fighting true
Statues, spears, shields and sabers relics that present
perhaps more praise than savagery should thus accrue
for mixed in was blood-lust we all know was Hell-sent
caught in colors that war paintings so decorate.

Is it right to judge for war victory alone
that the man, only had blood-letting to give
can we rationalize that such is work of Fate
in war, innocent victims had no right to Live
should such men be judged by barbarity and hate
and weight of their deadly deeds thus have to atone?

Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
should not their character reflect far more the man
more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

R.J. Lindley.
July 9th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Does Greater Bloodshed, A True Warrior Make )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)

Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly".
Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam.

Definition of “crop up” - English Dictionary
American
English
“crop up” in American English
See all translations
crop up
-pp-
— phrasal verb with crop US ? /kr?p/ verb [ T ] -pp-
?to happen or appear unexpectedly:

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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!

If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!

Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!

What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)

Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This was awarded Poem Of The Day, this morning.
My previous poem last week was awarded Poem Of The Week. -Tyr


What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!

If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!

Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!

What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)

Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, hellbent on fighting this evil world
Treasures sought while diving deep, for the shiniest pearl!

Of lost loves, shattered hearts, I've had and suffered many
Yet of sweetest blessings, I have been rewarded plenty
In stark realization, this world has cut me to the bone
Immaturity, a tool used by this fool to self dethrone
And while in total chaos, I started fires I could not quell
for haunting nightmares sent my broken heart into hell!
With agony from lapping flames and deepest regrets
came punishments deserved from what rashness begets!

Her name was Beauty. She lit the stars in heavenly skies
Alluringly ravishing, soft blue, the color of her eyes
She wore a blue mini-skirt that prompted hot desires
so fierce that mere water could not quench passion's fires
In a flash my heart forbade me, words with which to speak
my knees, hard-knocking; my heart faint and then grew weak!
With that confessed, dear reader, my soul was enraptured
by this graceful lady, my heart had thus been captured!

Sad that I should have to convey this sorrowful news
Too soon she was lost to me and I crashed in shades of blues
Such rashness of youth takes a horrific toll of gifts
and within a single heartbeat my life incurred sad shifts
Had my weakness not reared its impatient, ugly head
I would not have fallen, and love would have won instead
Yet, temptation from its darkness of abodes rose up
offering the cup of a far sweeter wine that I would sup!

And in this wicked world, I heard its sworn applause
with swiftness of truth, destroyed was love's great cause
A man thus lost, thus fallen, recalls only his painful aches
and mourning sorrowed cries, "Pity me, for heaven's sake."
Yet, justice turns its blind eye and stirs his aches even more
searing flames blaze, as they relentlessly shut the door!
From such woe-begotten lessons a youth should surely learn
If you lick a raging fire, your tongue will feel the burn!

I weaved for you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, lessons taught when lightning bolts hurled
sought useless treasure when the flag of lust was unfurled!


Robert J. Lindley, 12-07-2018
Rhyme, ( 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12, stanza's)
( Regrets And Youthful Follies, Life Lessons Learned )

(Wild young fool, taught hard-lessons in this evil world
of treasures sought diving for forbidden dark pearl!)

Note: It was with sincere appreciation of her great poetic talent that I
wrote this poem after reading a truly wonderful poem she had composed.
My dear friend, Lin Lane's poem, titled, "Relieve My Heart of its Ache"
gave inspiration, poetic spirit and my muse cause for me to sit and write this piece. I then sent this piece for her to see and telling her of her inspiring poem giving rise to this creation, she graciously responded by offering to edit this poem, a very kind and generous act.
I accepted and am so truly thankful, as now its quality, its flow and its shine have all been immensely increased. I dedicate this poem to my very kind and generous dear friend, Lin Lane.. Posted today as promised after my having delayed posting due to a previous promise I made to another poet and dear friend.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born

Contest entry:


Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born


Mighty ghost of Christmas past, thy heart beats
to stir aghast, grievous sorrows of loss.
While we celebrate joys, holiday's treats,
time flies forth, giving such gems not a toss.

Ghostly are memories we oft cherish
to waken our souls to their truest of Lights.
As we pray, God's words shall never perish
we shall recall blind were given new sight!

Pray we our daily bread, our Savior born
gave his Life instead that we live again.
Although world cries and life may seem forlorn
our Lord, our Savior, is our faithful friend.

With dear hopes and sweet dreams, Christmas reminds.
Light embraced, life needs no other rewinds.

Sonnet
12-16-2018
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Edit (2-23-2019)- Not award a place. This is the fourth time my entry has been give an N/A by this contest sponsor.
I being no fool, have a fairly good judgement of exactly what is going on. Some judges will place even childishly
composed poems over far better poems. I guess they have their reasons but none that exhibit anything close
to fair analysis of verse, or quality appraisal of poetic creation/talent/message evident in the poem submitted.-Tyr
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This I wrote today for John Hamilton's Super Sonnet contest. --Tyr[/SIZE]

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon

Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets of finest silk
Gone such dreams with vanishing moon

Dry toast from molded bread was made
Served with the world's gold gilded lies
Sides of temptations, well displayed
Seeds of regrets in cherry pies
I, a blind jackass, sorely brayed

Eggs were scrambled while feeling pain
Table sighed, "Why am I left bare?"
Except for heartache's tenured stain
and foolish pride that placed it there
I hear cries in horrid nightmares

Plum jam scooped from a broken jar
Morn's mirror showed my old hurts
bludgeoned by love's iron bar
Stove hissed at me, "Your just desserts!"
I deserved each deeply etched scar

Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 2002
Rhyme, (Early dawn, Breakfast speaks, Life's foibles)...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley,
Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)

Note: Written 16 years ago from today, this was born from me earlier that day, watching children open early Christmas presents, allowed just one each - for the remainder must wait until Christmas morn. As I now look back, and rejoice at having both that precious memory and my having written about it when still young, healthy and full of life.


Christmas Morn A Poem, Two Thousand And Two

Short are the hours until Christmas morn lands
joy joins children in its caroling bands.
Casting brighter rays, snow canvas with shine
one day that we should think not, what is mine.
Happiness flows, we see sweet faces glow
this cheerful day, we oft pray hours pass slow!

As laughter rings, and wrapping paper sings
with kids gleaming smiles and season's good things.
Echoes are cast from wrapping papers torn
all should know, this day our Savior was born.
That man should have more than just life on earth
souls are born from our God and all have worth!

On this Christmas day let us all rejoice!
Pray for love, peace and all, in one true voice!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Wishing Merry Christmas to the great folks at this wonderful site, where we still have the freedom to express our views,
and also condemn the darkness that increases in this wicked world every day.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr
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Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018
Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost)

ambrosia noun
am·​bro·​sia | \am-ˈbrō-zh(ē-)ə \
Definition of ambrosia
1a : the food of the Greek and Roman gods
b : the ointment or perfume of the gods
2 : something extremely pleasing to taste or smell
3 : a dessert made of oranges and shredded coconut

Syllables Per Line:
0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
Total Syllables:252
Total # Words: 192

Note: My last poem for 2018 was dark and tragic. Here my first poem of 2019,
tho' sad, expresses recollections of a beautiful memory of my youth and
the afterthoughts of mistakes made and written verses of hope of forgiveness
from a truly beautiful,kind and remarkably gentle soul, that I once loved.
I hope you may see the depths of regret one feels when they fully comprehend
a fantastic treasure was by wild and youthful folly thus lost.


To Dream This, Love Forgives, When I Call Out Her Name

Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart
you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart
Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul
yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll
Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more
time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door!

Pray I, your huge heart forgave, that raving fool I became
and your mercy save, as I now utter your lovely name
Our last dance, sweetest of nights, before our love fell apart
lost romance, greatest tragedy was my breaking your heart
This mercy I beg now, will renew this sad, weak spirit
when I cry your name, if you cry out mine, I will hear it!

Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart
you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart
Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul
yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll
Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more
time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018
Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[LongTermGuy]

New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr
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Good Morning Tyr! Happy New Year and Thank you! :)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Season

soft white frozen ground
fireplace flames and bright warm glow
decorations hang

Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2019
Haiku

Written and inspired by High Plains Drifter's, snow picture presented in the Lounge thread...
Thanks HPD... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dancing With Those Depressing Blues

There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.
There are times grief sends its deep hits
sorrows cast me into sad fits;
weeks when aching blues loom so large,
and darkness arrives to take charge.
There are times all color is black
shadows come to spirit attack;
times when heart cries and sinks so low,
joy dies and I just want to go.
There are times, dark days no birds sing
only way is end everything;
times that life seems lost and so dark,
life and reality's pain stark.
There are times, that hellish storm wins
feel numb and can not see my friends;
times hope appears to fly away,
no relief despite prayers I say.
There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.

R.J. Lindley,
Rhyme, 1979


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I was sent an email message inquiring about this poem yesterday. I could not remember if I had ever presented it here.
In fact, I could not even remember ever writing it-- so I went to my home poetry site, typed in the title and there it was-- copyrighted.
This even further highlights to me my memory loss issues I face.
I am presenting it here now, so excuse me if among my many poems posted here , I have previously done so.
It is a sonnet written in a new sonnet form a dear poet friend created, 2 years ago..

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NOTE: After reading Carole Duet's beautiful sonnet, I decided to try to write a sonnet using her new sonnet form.
From her poem, Chasing the Moon and Stars, which she describes her new form this way,
"made up my own "meter"/sylllable count per line for this one. It goes like this:
1st verse is 7,8,9,10; 2nd verse is 9,7,7,9; 3rd verse is 10,9,8,7; and the couplet is 7,7."
Therefore, I dedicate this sonnet to Carole Duet for her inspiration in inspiring me to write this new poem using
her new sonnet form.



Midnight Comes, Memories I Embrace
(Dedication Poem)

Heart deep, roaring thunder cracks
waves pulsating with rhythmic aches.
Desiring first, to be back on track
yet too afraid to ever hit the brakes.

Midnight comes, memories I embrace
not a dream, for you are there.
Awesome smile and your dear angel face
I pray we will our lives share.

When imprisoned down in sad valleys low
earnest praying for another chance.
With love crying this you should know
true love thrived in our romance.

Heart aching to kiss your lips
take again Heavenly trips.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017
Sonnet( A Lost Romance), (Dedicated to Carole Duet),
For inspiring me to write today using her new sonnet form.
Based upon a very sad experience of lost love from my youth..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tears Falling As Rain, She Left Swearing Never To Return


Seven times, her beautiful hand he had attempted to win
each one failed because she easily saw his greatest flaw
for he reasoned, there is no dishonor, no evil sin
why not just take what one wanted, even if it was all.

She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
And eventual destruction was easily predicted

His final try, he pleaded to be a truly changed man
crying loving heart had broken his insanity spell
promising faithfulness and living simple was the plan
after that, he won the lottery and all went to Hell.

She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
And eventual destruction was easily predicted

Seven tragic years she stuck it out, praying he would change
look back at what he was losing, finally see the light
stop being a wild cowboy, come in from the open range
and as an honorable man sleep in her bed each night.

She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
And eventual destruction was easily predicted

Tears falling as rain, she left swearing never to return
years later his money gone, his life had fallen apart
she asked could she return to help, sincere offer, he spurned
then he drank the poison that exploded his greedy heart.

She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
And eventual destruction was easily predicted

Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2019
Rhyme, ( Greed Oft Destroys Those That Embrace It As A Gift)


Syllables Per Line:
0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15
0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15
Total # Syllables:344
Total # Words: 232

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Posting two poems in this thread today.
Hope you may enjoy both, as each one is different and
reveals much more about the author than probably is wise to tell. - lol- --Tyr

Slow, The Flow Of Time's Waning Hands

On nights that I can not slow walk
through dreams that may, my sad soul heal
With such interruption heart balks
at the sorrows I come to feel.

Waning midnight hours race on past
night shadows then appear to prowl
bed writhing, I pray it not last
useless, as nightmare monsters howl!

Slow, the flow of time's waning hands
their razor claws slashing in deep
Over and over, one last stand
as Hope promises blessed sleep.

In my sleep I try to fast talk.
From dead body outlined in chalk.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019
Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march )

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

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Plumbing Life's Mysterious Ways

I.

I've sent my arrows... flying in deep
life and heartache... rivers ran dry
no more this agony... stones for pillows
blessings lost then... re-found dreams that excite
left my home town... dark caverns echoing my return
everything changed... hope worn well
to deepest sorrows... new chains were found

II.

to believe is to act... evil wraps warming arms
I take courage and... walk the limbs
the ancient tree... dispels my fallacies
twelve inch nails... buried to the head

Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2019
Free verse, ( As I see in the mirror, Me)

Note: If Time is but an illusion, then may I find its
gaping holes to escape its wrath..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Don't Let Me Die A Young Man's Death
Poet's Notes

Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Good Health, Long Life, Greatest Of Treasures )

Note: Inspired to compose this new poem this morn,
after reading the great poem by Roger McGough.....--Tyr

*** *** ***

Let Me Die A Youngman's Death - Poem by Roger McGough

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an all night party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

by Roger McGough

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Don't Let Me Die A Young Man's Death

Let me live healthy a century more
not hard decades filled with old age and pains
not as sad, ungrateful angry old bore
nor even man of wealth and stolen gains
just a death that casts me through that last door.

When I have made my seventy-five years
may I not be fried by a lightning bolt
one that is so hot that it burns up tears
not one from pale sky with too weak a jolt
nor a death so quick it destroys my fears.

When ninety, let sleep not take me away
may I be in my youthful dreams of love
those so hot that they scorched coldest of days
not those with large monsters flying above
not death so strong, it destroys coming day.

When I am hundred and five, send not this
a ninja clad in black with sharpest blade
or a poisonous snake with silent hiss
one certified by instant deaths it made
nor death so fast, I feel not its last kiss!

When I am at one hundred sixty-five
may invisible hand remove my head
if time has passed and I am still alive
by hand of Fate, make sure I am true dead
just a sure death, one so richly contrived.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Good Health, Long Life, Greatest Of Treasures )

Note: Inspired to compose this new poem this morn,
after reading the great poem by Roger McGough.....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019
Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought)

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 216
Total # Words: 160
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Brightest Of Gems, In Glowing Emerald Forest

There was a great tree there, its roots firmly planted
as solid as love vows, those never recanted,
its massive trunk and limbs, majestic to behold
beautiful treasures, as in tales oft retold
surrounding woods, a glimmering emerald green
all in all, as if from a bright fairy tale scene.

To visit, watch dawn's lights set it colors aglow
is to see Heaven and Nature's truth, clearly know,
our lives are wrapped in fragile, weakened human states
chained cells of wants, each one praying its not too late
seeing evidence of Heaven's stamp upon earth
giving promises of better life, ones own worth.

To find such peace basking in its soft healing touch
one should kneel down to pray, requesting not too much,
for Heaven's light flows forth from that massive, tall king
from its branches, flocks of glorious birds oft sing
within its cools shades, its living colors send out
proof of God's glory, that cause believers to shout.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019
Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me

Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
by her night charms had invigorated.

I fallen warrior from love's battlefield
just barely alive, refusing to yield,
will red sun bring on saddest doom and gloom
as echoes sing, come now enter this tomb.
Once her love, gave me strength to death resist
as in love's deep ardor I did enlist.

Am I now able to leave bloody soil
rejoin former life with its boring toil,
or hold dear her touch from dreams that renew
to remember her true words, I love you.
Her softest kiss, gentle warmth it sent me
love, desire to never from it be free.

Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
by her night charms had invigorated.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2019
Rhyme, ( What Life And Young Love Both Recall )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Note :
I decided to write a romantic poem today and this one is based upon
a very sweet memory of a very beautiful and sweet girl I once dated.
Sadly life got in the way, its pull on me to be wild and roaming
caused a split. She told me, if we split now, I will never take you back
and she kept her word on that. I plead guilty to losing her due to my
wild ways and search for ever more beautiful girls to date. When young
one thinks there is always more to be had! Thus oft throws away
precious treasure seeking that ever elusive, "more and more"..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

God Of Smite, Why Such Savage Blows

God of Smite, why such savage blows
sent with bone-crushing epic pains
Could not sweet mercy now be shown
allow dignity in remains?

God of Silence, why smite this soul
with morbid airs and broken pen
Was not this poet's heart thus made
to send word-gifts to mortal men?

God of Stormy Winds, why blow now
with storms that destroy greater dreams
Should not greater wrath be delayed
give Fate and Death more time to team?

God of Mercy, why are you hid
I have not seen you, since a kid?

R.J. Lindley,
September 17th, 1973
sonnet in eights


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Abbey Marie]

Wow, Robert! Just wow.

:clap:

(Especially Don’t Let Me Die a Young Man’s Death)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wow, Robert! Just wow.

:clap:

(Especially Don’t Let Me Die a Young Man’s Death)

Thank you my friend. A lot of truth and deep poetic heart went into that new piece...
I myself, am eagerly awaiting your new presentation of one of the new forms from the link I gave to you , Senryu, Tanka or Lune.
I am hoping for a Tanka.
As I am confident and fully expect a true and shining gem to come forth from your poetic pen regardless of which form you may chose to create in.
Feel free to send me any questions or concerns you may have, if any and I'll do my best to help in any way that I can..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The One Great, Constant And Faithful Prayer

I will not walk that dire path, its false trail
midnight curse brings its wrath, its heart-cut ways
into cavernous pits of hottest hell
where high flames of sin burns a million ways!

I'll not follow dark world's eager parade
its gluttony of perversion and sin
within heart's truth, far better days are made
I accept not those false coins made of tin!

I shall invest in love's deepest embrace
dancing along with its resplendent tune
for greatest blessings come with faith and grace
eternal death's cost, faithful are immune!

Pray I. His Loving Light will shine the way
And in Heaven's fold, I forever stay.

R.J. Lindley,
March 2nd, 1973
Sonnet.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Our Love That Once Rivaled Illuminating Sun

Was your light dead, its glow destroyed by dark
Your eyes blinded, and our romance cast aside:
Twas this, dark thought of loss, that I have died,
That you dared to treat our great love as a lark,
In your longing heart that my soul did deep entwine
Each one of its chambers I filled with my all,
Yet such abundance could not prevent our fall
Now upon its poison we both must feed and dine.
Our love that once rivaled illuminating sun,
Gardens set in paradise, in their fullest bloom:
We unaware, evil rests not until it brings on doom,
To slayeth love, all its treasures thus be undone,
Woe to us, our time was but a brief, dying dream,--
Our sweet songs vanishing as glistening of dew,--
Not enough, such true words said, "darling, I love you",
Dark of Fate's weeping gasp, birthed its dying scheme.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2019
Rhyme, (Why The Night Embraces The Dark)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sonnet Doubles, 40 year span.


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"!

R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979
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 love's hottest 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
fighting 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, 4-15-2019
Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given)

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]

As My Bare Feet Felt Cold Of Hoary Frost

As my bare feet felt cold of hoary frost
I wandered the back pasture dazed and lost
Night had sent me into a sad dawn's grasp
Waking to horrors I let out a gasp
Sun sat silent and dark in a harsh sky
Its broken heart one would surely deny

Echoing wind summoned courage to blow
Set willing flowers to put on a show
In each dance they swayed back and forth in time
I could almost hear steps in perfect rhyme
Sun sat silent and dark in a harsh sky
Its broken heart one would surely deny

As Heaven found my horrid plight a loss
It vowed to teach Nature it is the boss
With a snap that old dark sun did bright shine
In a wink brought smile to this face of mine
Sun was gleaming proud in jubilant sky
Its swift repaired heart none could deny

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2019
Rhyme, ( A Dream I Once Did Find )

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:180
Total # Words: 148

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:200
Total # Words:150


Arise, Let Heart Dance Unto The New Hour

Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!

Fill your cup with sweetest of tasty wine
Upon the rising bread of life thus dine
Walk out into this world both bold and brave
Live love true, more than your own, you can save!

Allow summer's cloak to heal any pains
Wipe away hurting, the darkest of stains
Seek to steer your path onto light and Love
Open blind eyes to see heaven above!

As red sun sets, rejoice in your great life
Take note of the new vacancy of strife
Embrace the gift of mercy and new lease
Acknowledge your new journey, its release!

Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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In Times Of Grieving


Torn with worries and woes, hold to Light's gifts
For in world's darkness ~ paths are deceiving
Born to discover, Heart and Love uplifts
More pain in lost souls... In times of grieving
Adorn with mercy's touch, as power shifts
Implore Heaven's help... to new believing
Sin replaced by joys of truest sharing
In times of grieving... find heart's repairing

June 5th, 2019
Charles Messina / Rima Ottava Contest
“… AB, AB, AB, CC at both the beginning and the end of each (10 syllable) sentence
syllable count checked by, howmanysyllables.com
Edited- June 5th

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Russ]

Arise, Let Heart Dance Unto The New Hour

Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!

Fill your cup with sweetest of tasty wine
Upon the rising bread of life thus dine
Walk out into this world both bold and brave
Live love true, more than your own, you can save!

Allow summer's cloak to heal any pains
Wipe away hurting, the darkest of stains
Seek to steer your path onto light and Love
Open blind eyes to see heaven above!

As red sun sets, rejoice in your great life
Take note of the new vacancy of strife
Embrace the gift of mercy and new lease
Acknowledge your new journey, its release!

Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


Loved it, Robert! It really creates an image in my mind's eye. :clap:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There Was One That A Pure Golden Earth Sought

There was one that a pure golden earth sought,
Free from calamities mortals are caught:
But shades of darkness wrap our mortal coils,
As dawn's bright rays compete against dark's foil,
Bringing sorrows that oft bludgeon and maul
That scourge of night's irrepressible fall,

In cavernous pits sleeping souls may seep,
Lost and wailing from woes immensely deep:
With the heartaches, life's many broken dreams,
Doomed to failure by Fate's conniving schemes,
Sacrifices made and life vows broken
When man pays truth on falsified tokens,

Yet one may find Light's rewarding treasure,
In great bounty, beauty of love's pleasures:
Its ember glows that soothe consuming fears,
Preventing dirge of loneliness and tears
Heavenly delights from her gentle kiss,
Vows of faithfulness free from serpent's hiss,

Promises that Light and Love both have cast
Sweetness of night's paradise thought to last:
Where joy forgives and forgets errors taught,
Bathing in victories that Love has fought
Over lies born and gloom of blacken nights,
seeds of humanity's eternal plight!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Dawn's Rise, Oft Promises Hope's Treasures)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion

Part I

I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion
with its dying light screaming in agonizing moans
upon bloody battlefields of massive bloated carrion
as weeping echoes surged up from its low wailing stones.

I watched the dying of Time's repugnant wanderlusts
fields of angry flowers, with petals spitting forth arrows
as demons swirled in volleys of hell's fiery gusts
and in horror saw slow burnings of wounded sparrows!

I watched as dawn out-cursed me and refused to rise
in its retreating, night stood again to take a bow
claiming I was another devil, wearing a clever disguise
that my desires were legion, but my soul knew not how
to right my wrongs, or survive my sad shocking surprise.

I watched as humanity, its left foot burned and broken
hobbled along a broad dark highway of malignant dreams
at every intersection was a monstrous fallen token
and in its former place, a cavern of hideous screams!

I watched ravenous beasts, fly into clouds of black hate
and from that collision a storm raining deepest red
with new found sorrows, I knew salvation was too late
for my last long gasp, echoed- friend, you are already dead!

Part II

Hold the candle, that these blinded eyes may see the demise
of a fool, that raced into hell with such foolhardy bravery
thinking massive treasures were guarded only by its dark lies
only to discover, such appealed to my black-hearted knavery!

Hold the applauding, plenty of fools walk among the living
carrying their wretched arrogance in bottomless sacks
devoid of any honor, and selfish in their little givings
walking upright with devil's cannons mounted on their backs!

Hold the door, you can curse me when I am dead and gone
my soul is a mere shadow, its past written to be forgotten
I stand in my groaning anguish in a crowded room all alone
my right hand cut off, other one charred black and rotten
all of my dreams shattered, pain soaked into my every bone!

Hold the weeping, such should not be wasted on selfish takers
and certainly not on a man seeking to grab all he can get
true this wicked world rewards charlatans, its clever fakers
those that can fly, swim beneath oceans never getting wet!

Hold the sad singing, by my swearing life is not over yet
for there is fresh bait on the hook and power in my casting
pride in my deceiving as I walk with no kind of regret
for I journey forth, with my wiles and my cannons blasting!

Robert J. Lindley, October 7th, 1974
Dark rhyme, ( Where The Shadows Dance And So Gaily Roam )
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I Would Speak True Whispers, Basked In Light

I would walk with you, were it a free choice
not by happenstance of Time's setting sun
nor the loud command of Fate's darker voice
with its race, that each new dawn has begun.

I would speak true whispers, basked in light
not tales of shadows that creep all alone
nor fairy tales with galloping white knights
with hero and the sword pulled from stone.

I would dance with you, even unto death
not the kind where heroic heroes die
nor where that final kiss comes at last breath
rather where Heaven reaches from bright sky.

I would compose a poem at its heart true
never the kind showing my missing you!

Robert J. Lindley, October 23rd, 1974
Sonnet, ( I would write love and its joy if Fate Allowed )

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As Soft Winds Did Red Colors Blow To Sway

Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread
aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
with high hopes that our love we not betray
and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

Within our blessings, hope its dear truth rode
as if a songbird, set to sing anew
yet this dark world oft has wicked lies told
that may turn truest love to sad and blue
in that misery, dark horse may be rode!

Searching for beauty to allay great fears
as glowing flowers beseech searching heart
morn's glistening dew falling as soft tears
to wash away sadness, our time apart
heal wounds as opened by such poison spears!

As soft winds did red colors blow to sway
sun's sweet golden rays soon began to speak
hold thy romance true, yield not to dismay
listen not to doubts, allow love thy seek
to assure, future which heart firmly prays.

Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread
aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
with high hopes that our love we not betray
and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 1974
Rhyme, ( In Dawn's Sweetest Garden, Hope Was Renewed )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Dawn Woke, Uttering Its First Shining Ray

As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its rays
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends
Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray.

From soft flowering fields, precious dream comes to me
As cool winds blow, I see deep longing in your eyes
Looking at our names, carved in that Sycamore tree
Our promises made under brightest moonlit skies
Ringing forth again, love vows from romantic seas!

My Love, Time can never your soft-kisses erase
Nor those nights we begged passion would never flee
I long to see you walking in beauty and grace
Beneath the massive arch of those tall black-oak trees
Nothing in this empty world, can your love replace!

As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its ray
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends
Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-03-2019
Rhyme, ( Where Sweet Treasures Abound )


Note- Original version from 1979
edited today 7-03-2019 to present as is now composed....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Despair and Tears, As Silence Reigns

Sun burnt dark crystals sizzle this aching mind
where maple tree ooze their sticky flesh,
as cold harsh silence reigns
Begging sky cries from sun and its scorching flames
as blinded ground wakes to scampering winds,
their voices roaring into eternity
as cold, harsh silence reigns
The flower meadows reach for gasping tones,
demanding Nature plunge about its glories
and in their frenzy, miss dancing clouds above
as cold, harsh silence reigns
The life that invades this body mine,
seeks control over sad singing heart
to smother love's bounty and allow Time to eat eternity,
as cold, harsh silence reigns

Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2019
Free verse, ( A darkened look into Earth, Life and Eternity )


O' Pain, Let Mercy See Thy Face

Discontent that sets its own sails
over waters shimmering deep
stray-shot arrows, that heart impales
within darken dreams life tells
O' pain, let mercy see thy face
as sorrows replay youth's disgrace.

Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope?

I that stomped grapes with my feet
grasp at shadows from falling leaf,
yet fearful of darkness I meet
ever mindful of souls in grief.
Make wine from grapes plucked by hand
pray aloud, as barefoot I stand.

Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope?

From within mind's loss, blades of glass
icy slivers into veins sink
dark and morose, the dying grass
seeds borne of gulps, Life's poison drink.
O' truth cut this heart to the quick
of these sorrows, I am too sick.

Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope?

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-1979
Rhyme, ( Why oft, ill winds blow fast, hard and so free )

Note-- The free verse is a new poem, the rhyme is a very old one.
I wrote the free verse in reply and commentary on the time, sorrows and thinking that inspired the old one. My wife and our son both, like the new poem much more. While I , still favor the old poem a bit more!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread
attacks with great zeal complaints in my head
wages war with a soul begging release
while my muse and I ask both to please cease
Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown,
cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"!

In this battle, where blood so freely flows
my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud
my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows
will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud
Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere
even I the poet, shed salty tears!

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019,
Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme )

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies

When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate
And willing dark, its powers concentrates
Life slows and diminishes as on cue
All has passed before, nothing is new.
In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep
By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep.

This poet's pen often dares to relate
In echoes as if crying for lost mate
With weeping words-tears and resounding moans
Through wide valleys of darker undertones.
In that aching place, epic pains accrue
such is human life, for nothing is new.

As splashed ink soaks onto famished page
One may see injustice, well up with rage
Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul
To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll.
In that regretful place, black snags abound
Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019,
Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display)


Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up.
Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up.
And the pied piper demanded more his pay.......
Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core......

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blessed Hope, Rays Of True Light, And Silent Prayer

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

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

Death has danced forward and its blade sliced in deep
A young and truly innocent soul, fast asleep
Lo! Fate's wicked companion, may next my soul choose
In that dying moment, I my composure lose!
I had prepared, with courage born of true heart
With my faith seek, much sweeter realm for my restart
Death is abject darkness, its great destructive waves
Accepts only victory, denies Light that saves!

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written as the idea truly interested me but the sponsor does not
allow the titles to be from ones own poetry, thus neither version
can be submitted in the contest. As he "has since" removed the note
saying one could use ones own titles(which I did), and list the titles
but not the name thus per contest rules keeping the name of the poet
entering unknown. So here I present both the sonnet version-- done
because I o dearly and truly love sonnets -- and also the 20 titles version.
I myself, greatly prefer the one composed as a sonnet.....
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Fourteen Titles, A Beautiful New Birth

In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow
Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die
Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight
Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet
There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream
Where Weeping Willows in silent peace grow

Robert J. Lindley,
unrhyming sonnet, 7-22-2019
Only 14 titles, from 20 friends Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux

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free verse version- only fourteen titles, of twenty needed for a contest theme ....

Twenty Titles, A Beautiful New Birth


In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow
Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die
Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight
Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet
There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream
Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn

Robert J. Lindley,
free verse, 7-22-2019
Only 14 titles of 20 titles from, "20 friends Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux

Time used was two hours 41 minutes.
Then I check and see he has removed the provision
allowing all titles could be from the poet entering.
Yet, I am pleased to have created both of these poems. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once I Stood Upon A High Mountain Top

I stood upon a mountain top,
weeping boulders tumbling amiss
this sight held me, I could not stop
for loving sky I thought to kiss.

I stood in an emerald glen,
as forest sights, creatures abound
wonderment, a blessing to men
as does a lover's dear heart pounds.

I saw a stream its waters deep,
earth and sky calling out my name
in that divine gift we call sleep
its breath, cripples no longer lame.

I saw bright glow, heard a voice say,
wait not life's sad limitations
paradise brings forth break of day
God set love, in all creations.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Rhyme, ( A glimpse in a dream once I saw)

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From Desolate Waves, Of A True Love's Death

As poet I cry out, nobody hears
yes, deep ingrained apathy I fear
for no other sad darkness so repels
as does indifference born from Hell.

From desolate waves, of spitting grey mists
arrives those terrors from misery's lists
fiery flames set to burn a weeping soul
into heartache abyss, death's tragic toll!

As poet I cry out, so few may see
majesty in even a long dead tree
or beauty in finely woven dark verse
born from a pure truth one did not rehearse.

From desolate waves, of a true love's death
comes grief that illuminates gasping breath
followed by epic dark, its coldest chills
knowing never again, comes love's sweet thrills.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2019
Rhyme, ( From Tales Of Sorrows Are Born Dying Breaths )


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

"Quod Perpetuus in suo circulo,
praesentes vero illud omnino sacra et sacrificia
bona spe esse donari
invenire poterit et beneficiis. " RJL

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Shakespeare Quote,

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Julius Caesar Act 1, Scene 3
~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

( From that to this, youth, poetry and into aged mind )

In Youth, Beauty That Sets Eager Hearts To Flutter

Sea waved at scantily-clad sunning girls
breeze gifted cooler winds in soothing swirls.
Sand, bikini, colors the beach adorn
Great was blessed view on that July morn.

Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.

Picnic and fun- as early summer treats
innocent youth, deeper mysteries greets.
Beauty that sets eager hearts to flutter
as silent prayers, hopeful teen boys mutter.

Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.

As racing sun, bright radiance gifted
thoughts of Love, romance many hearts lifted.
Cool waters waving, and hearts swift beating
arrows from Cupid's bow, Desire greeting.

Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2020
Rhyme (Time And Its Magnificently Long Flowing Arc)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

No Longer Sleepwalking Through Life


Sun rising, sent its ever enlightening rays
soft as a child's sweet kiss, sharp as a razor knife,
waking from decades of blinded and useless days
message of Light cried, "Stop your sleepwalking through life"
With newfound revelation, new spirit thus born
felt was earth shattering, as waves of power came
echoes then felled, mountains of saddest forlorn
replacing emptiness and sorrow with His name.

Sunset sent, were reddish gold rays of heart's content
along with blessings, greater joys in newfound peace
gone were dark, evil hours once so happily spent
replaced by the gift of imprisoned heart's release
As clear eyes saw, deep horrors once gladly embraced
new spirit danced into halls of Hope's reprieve
heart found sanctuary and old darkness replaced
by life, love and a new world that no longer grieved.

Midnight-moon, gave bright songs within radiant beams
delivering Light that spoke of love glowing hours
Nature spoke with splashes in crystal bubbling streams
and cool winds soft swaying its high reaching towers
Dreams arrive, repeating promise of life renewed
casting images that soothe, while offering truest grace
where once was blindness by evil so misconstrued
now in sleep's rest, was seen, her smiling peaceful face.

Robert J. Lindley
7-28-2018
Rhyme


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Storm On The World

The sky on parade the wind has spoken
down below havoc, trees all 'abroken
Guabancex, exhaled and the blast 'acoming
below man and critters both 'arunning

Guatauva in a jealous rage responding
thundering roars and flashes 'alighting
Coatrisquie, not wanting to be humiliated
flooded the torn ground until saturated

Marohu woke and saw the greatest devastation
Swore he- to gift man and Nature restoration
Calmed the sky and wind with explanation
With forceful words he reminded each his station

Depart for now as Yaya sets about creating
And rewards Mother Nature for her waiting
God of thunder sent away all 'afuming
As life on earth began its resuming.

R.J. Lindley
Jan, 1980

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Native_American_deities

Dohkwibuhch - creator
Taíno mythology


1.Guabancex, the top Storm Goddess; the Lady of the Winds who also deals
out earthquakes and other such disasters of nature.

2.Guatauva, the god of thunder and lightening who is also responsible for
rallying the other storm gods.

3.Coatrisquie, the torrential downpour Goddess, the terrible Taíno storm
servant of Guabancex and side-kick of thunder God Guatauva.

4.Yaya (god), supreme God/Great Spirit in Taíno mythology.

Marohu, the sunny God of good weather; Boinayel's twin brother.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Edited, 4-19-2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

(Haiku Trilogy, Thoughts and Views)
composing pre-dawn hours


(1.)

Life, Contrasting Views

doe and fawn grazing
radiant sun beaming down
night cries, city born

Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,


(2.)

The Camp And The Hope

fire,dying embers
tent and gear snow covered
dawn and hope rising

Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,

(3.)

Remembered Times

home and winter's hearth
chilling winds whispering deep
white sands, vacation

Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heart Swore An Oath, Never, Never Again

When the joy overcame the epic pain
Heart swore an oath - never, never again
Letting life and love's great loss break this heart
Torn asunder, lost and ripped apart
Where love only exists as in a dream
A tragedy, drinking from a dry stream.

To see her eyes that inspired our lives
She with heart's true beauty that yet survives
Hear her sweet voice say, "good morning my dear "
Wake to morning sun's golden rays of cheer
Alas! Such paradise has now been lost
To regain it, I would pay any costs!

When the joy overcame the epic pain
Heart swore an oath - never, never again.

R.J. Lindley, Sept. 3rd, 1978
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Were I, Born To Tread Upon A Cold, Sadden Earth

Were I, born to tread upon a cold, sadden earth
Walk naked upon barren and dark dusty plains
Strive only for wealth-never for my true self worth
Would I ever have anything but futile gains?
Were I, to yield to Fate, its cursed flaming breast
Accept living in its shadowy subterfuge
Begging and pleading well that my dreams give me rest
Wallow in the sorrows of Hell's pouring deluge?
Were I, to live and be damn'd to such a Fate
Would my fallen soul be naught but a chained slave
In such blindness only my evil lusts then sate
Existing but in darkness, well within hell's gate?
Were I, to such state, a prisoner born to be
No more than a destined walking bag of bones
Unable to love Nature, its true beauty see
Sentenced to break my teeth eating world's black-stones?

Shall I, wake to live, love and sweet life truly find
Thereby deny the world's darkness its wicked hold
Learn to dance and in calmness let love so remind
There is remedy for world's lies I have been told?
Shall I, another path dare to so boldly take
Seeking peace and joy a man desperately needs
Begin to understand tis greed one must forsake
As one replants with divinely inspired seeds?
Shall I, each new morn rise to a beautiful day
Enter the world but deny its foul, wicked breath
Stop to kneel down and in all sincerity pray
For divine light and courage to face mortal death?
Shall I, live thus to in God's true blessings partake
Of the gifts and joys such a new life thereby gives
Walk anew, a spirit reborn - world's dark mold break
Live as free and happy as man was meant to live?

Were I, to such light given knowledge dare to bow
Dare I, kneel to this light, this great truth, this hope pray
Shall I, with judicious thought rise to do so now
Know I, tis the light that casts the darkness away!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2020
Rhyme, ( From Faith, Light and Truth cometh knowledge )

Note- This new poem was inspired by my having read Greg Barden's
poems Titled, --
1… The white tomb trembles - part 1
2… Sea of Trees


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Destruction, As Kali Walks Upon Earthen Grounds


Goddess of Destruction that teams with the Lord of Lusts
As wrathful winds bequeath savage ravaging gusts
Hades match, that has destroyed many a soul
World and darkness combine to take heavy tolls
Entity that perhaps beset Edgar Allan Poe
Kali takes no prisoners- death is achieved goal.
Dark that ever waits for exactly the right time
Its great allure 'tis but beauty's enticing trap
To destroy one lover's truth is truly a crime
Wherein passion's darkest of powers take no nap
As sadness turns into villainous mortal hate
Delivery is sent to wicked hands of fate!


She that offered slices of her false-set pies
Torn rainbows from yesterday's molten weeping skies
Sensual traps, dire for innocent likes of thee
Frosted darkness dancing with malevolent glee
There combing her thick-flowing, radiant red mane
Sexy vixen, addicted to others' deep pain.
With the dripping red, its splattered blood-cast spots
Watching this malevolent world, its seething rots
Madness and venom within her bulging red veins
Laughing at folly of mankind's sad earthen gains
From the invisible, her immense powers flow
In savage consuming fires- vengeance that glows!

In her night, no moon illuminates mother earth
No golden beauty encompasses mortal birth
Such darkness only vicious death therein awaits
Uncaring blacken hands of world's ravenous Fates
Alas! Mankind to her charms eagerly succumbs
Blinded by temptations, hungry for even crumbs.
Led by basic desires, poison in mortal blood
A vessel stranded, awaiting dark's raging floods
Damnation cruising this wicked world over
Hideousness disguised as fields of clover
Master veil, painted to cover destruction wrought
Betwixt birth and death weak mortal souls are thus caught!


Robert J. Lindley, begun Date: 3/12/2021 7:04:00 AM
Completed, 2:24pm 4-03-2021 (Dedicated to Lady Labyrinth)
Inspired by my reading of Lady Labyrinth's.
very fine poem titled, " Sanskrit"..
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/sanskrit_1335619

Notes:
(1.)
Sanskrit:
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noun
an ancient Indo-European language of India, in which the Hindu scriptures and classical Indian epic poems are written and from which many northern Indian (Indic) languages are derived.

(2.)
Kali:

Kali - Wikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Kali
Kali also known as Kalika (Sanskrit: ??????, Kalika), is a Hindu goddess. Kali is the chief of the Mahavidyas, a group of ten Tantric goddesses who each ...
Weapon: Scimitar, ?Sword?, ?Trishula? (?Trident?)?
Abode: Cremation grounds (but varies by inter...?
Consort: Shiva

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Does Love Thrive Only In Its Soft Gasping Return


Does love thrive only in its soft gasping return
Nights that its flames reach heavenly sensual burns
Can love live in other realms sitting all alone
Wearing purple robes, sitting on its golden throne?

Can love ever be far more than we dare admit,
Far more powerful than the atoms we now split?

Shall we search much deeper and intensely explore
Trails leading into lands with magical new doors
Enter with true courage and traverse unafraid
And not with fear unsheathe our ever ready blade?

Can love ever be far more than we dare admit,
Far more powerful than the atoms we now split?

Will we such inner depths dare to gladly embrace?
That frightening unknown with bravado thus face?

R.J. Lindley, May 11th 1979
Sonnet-
( Questioning Deeper Life, Love And Our Fears

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Will You Help Me See The Green, Green Grass Again

Old man said, I've a peso and one old penny
Lord help me, my sad thoughts are far too many
Will you help me see the green, green grass again
Join me this new morn, as a long lost and dear friend?

Old man said, yesterday I spent my last dollar
I'm just a poor boy, uneducated- not a scholar
But my heart sees this light, its gleaming beauty
I feel hope and I know truth and love is my duty.

Old man said, Lord thank you, I can see now
Fields are fertile and I've got a brand new plow
I hold on, hold on tightly, more love is coming
Life is beautiful and new peace is a'humming.

Old man said, I've a peso and one old penny
Lord help me, my sad thoughts are far too many
Will you help me see the green, green grass again
Join me this new morn, as a long lost and dear friend?

R.J. Lindley, March 26th , 1977
Rhyme/lyric--
Note-
Last month , I talked to my good and dear friend
Yesterday, that old man passed away
And in this world came a batch of sorrows
And I see dark a'laughing at our empty tomorrows…..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Great Promise, The Sweet Hope

morn's beauty, a new seed sprout
illumination
dawn's glow, whisper not a shout

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021

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From The Fields A New Harvest

high noon, soft radiant heat
earth's titillation
treasures set at mankind's feet

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021

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Waiting For The Moon's Beauty


red sunset, soft burnished rays
waiting sensation
harvest from another day

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Of Poetic Verse, A Heavenly Illumination


As Seen By Heaven's True Light

Vanity of shallow purple robe kings
Dismissive of Heaven's true saving light
Brutish and naked in darkness they sing
Haughtily shouting of their shallow might.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

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As Seen By Heaven's Soft Glow

Glittering stars illuminating night
As titans that vanished so long ago
We imagine them in eternal flight
And in distance merely a short stone's throw.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

*******

As Seen By Heaven's Beauty

Be softly calm and so quietly still
Let the soft flowing winds hear no sad cries
Tis love that eager heart so truly fills
And Heaven's beauty that graces night skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

Note: Three quatrains that were born back in the late 70's.
I do so regret whenever I find my old poems
with either no notes or else incomplete notes.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[LongTermGuy]

Of Poetic Verse, A Heavenly Illumination


As Seen By Heaven's True Light

Vanity of shallow purple robe kings
Dismissive of Heaven's true saving light
Brutish and naked in darkness they sing
Haughtily shouting of their shallow might.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

*******

As Seen By Heaven's Soft Glow

Glittering stars illuminating night
As titans that vanished so long ago
We imagine them in eternal flight
And in distance merely a short stone's throw.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

*******

As Seen By Heaven's Beauty

Be softly calm and so quietly still
Let the soft flowing winds hear no sad cries
Tis love that eager heart so truly fills
And Heaven's beauty that graces night skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 70-?
Quatrain

Note: Three quatrains that were born back in the late 70's.
I do so regret whenever I find my old poems
with either no notes or else incomplete notes.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

Just a little add on Tyr.. (dont know why I stopped and posted this video but just did..)hope you dont mind..IMO..it goes with your poem...

Heavenly Light -


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJUHpRQLcIc

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Just a little add on Tyr.. (dont know why I stopped and posted this video but just did..)hope you dont mind..IMO..it goes with your poem...

Heavenly Light -


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJUHpRQLcIc

Thank you my friend, your addition is a most welcomed gift. Fits in so very well!! :beer: :saluting2: :beer: -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Out In The Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops

It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know
Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops
Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop
In that raging noise there was rambling and cursing
Was it heart's moaning vengeance I was nursing
Who knew, life was hell and getting no damn better
I read, I read, I read that last goodbye letter
Stained with falling tears, words- I once loved you
Darling, too much fighting -I am gone we are through
Now you go back, be hellraiser you want to be
And I in my great sorrows, pack tonight to flee.

It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
Rain stops, I walked out into spiraling snow
Heart throbbing, a loss I’d never get used to
Those deep knife slashing words, " I am gone we are through"
Then I heard that horn loud honking, tires hard squealing
Her words had done their dark work, car did the killing.

It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know
Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops
Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop.

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark, Sad Narrative
Tribute to::


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPW_eoVp4M

She Talks To Angels

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

No Choice Comes Forth But To Dress In Armor And Fight


When darkness invades, life takes a very bad turn
Heart and soul both hang on by the thinnest of threads
One cannot help but for former happiness yearn
Whilst living within the horror of ghastly dreads
Thus comes a time when hope's fighting sword must be drawn
In that discovery, rays flow from a healing dawn.

Sword at the ready, power in each falling slash
One must in an epic battle become engaged
Newfound realization, cries out- "be not too rash"
For purpose may defeat dogs of dark thus uncaged
Thus comes a time when hope's fighting sword must be drawn
In discovery, rays flow from a healing dawn.

When cast into blacken abyss of darkest night.
No choice comes forth but to dress in armor and fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-20-2022
Sonnet

[Russ]

I really liked this, Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Please, Raise High The Bar For Love's Gifts


Please, lets' welcome light's dear return
To water soul of those that hate spurn,
Evil calls of world 's constant greed,
Thus harken to help those in need.

Please, praise those that welcome the light
Those that in truth and love delight,
Whilst striving to help fellow man,
And thus seed the truth of God's plan.

Please, raise high the bar for love's gifts
For light and love truly uplifts,
The hope and joy in daily life,
Denies dark its sharp cutting knife.

Please, let God's light onto life shine
To water souls, both yours and mine,
Growing life's flowers and much more,
Lighting path to Heavenly shores.

Please, lets' welcome light's dear return
To water soul of those that hate spurn,
Evil calls of world 's constant greed,
Thus harken to help those in need.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-28- 2022
Rhyme

Note:
So comes the positive benefits of a pen inking
The truth of light, love and future hope……


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

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Thus was born this new poem, from reading the great poem by Yeats =


A Dialogue of Self and Soul
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I

My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

My Self. The consecrated blade upon my knees
Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,
Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass
Unspotted by the centuries;
That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn
From some court-lady's dress and round
The wooden scabbard bound and wound,
Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn.

My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man
Long past his prime remember things that are
Emblematical of love and war?
Think of ancestral night that can,
If but imagination scorn the earth
And intellect its wandering
To this and that and t'other thing,
Deliver from the crime of death and birth.

My Self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it
Five hundred years ago, about it lie
Flowers from I know not what embroidery—
Heart's purple—and all these I set
For emblems of the day against the tower
Emblematical of the night,
And claim as by a soldier's right
A charter to commit the crime once more.

My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows
And falls into the basin of the mind
That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind,
For intellect no longer knows
Is from the Ought, or Knower from the Known—
That is to say, ascends to Heaven;
Only the dead can be forgiven;
But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.


II

My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
Endure that toil of growing up;
The ignominy of boyhood; the distress
Of boyhood changing into man;
The unfinished man and his pain
Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;

The finished man among his enemies?—
How in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon his eyes until at last
He thinks that shape must be his shape?
And what's the good of an escape
If honour find him in the wintry blast?

I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch,
A blind man battering blind men;
Or into that most fecund ditch of all,
The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.

I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.


W. B. Yeats, “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” from The Poems of W. B. Yeats: A New Edition, edited by Richard J. Finneran. Copyright 1933 by Macmillan Publishing Company, renewed © 1961 by Georgie Yeats. Reprinted with the permission of A. P. Watt, Ltd. on behalf of Michael Yeats.

Source: The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats (1989)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Amidst Swirls Of Twinkling Stars, Love Yet Flies

Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.

Outward, and onward through silence of marching time
Away from earth and ticking of clock's midnight chime
In veiled galaxies, hidden from mortals' view
Lie love' gems glistening as if morn' rose in dew
Memories and treasure in vaults lined with gold
Rarely seen except by those lovesick and so bold
As to dare voyage beyond earthen life and sad state
Fleeing worldly kingdom of death and seething hate.

Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.

There the dark worries of life are taken away
Admission is precious hope of that future day
When those departed unite in heavenly bliss
With prayed reunion of touch and eager kiss
Together in dreams and longed for paradise
Brief the dear moment but for now such will suffice
And hold each other until coming of dawn's glow
With wedded love just as pure as fresh falling snow.

Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.

Robert J. Lindley, April 24th 2022
Romanticism


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Those Radiant Rays, Soothe Both Heart And Aching Soul

When the dark overcomes the dawn's radiant light
And sun is blotted out by far too early night
Remember that the light of hope always returns
Tho' in darken world, again the evil seas churns
Those radiant rays, soothe both heart and aching soul
To conquer misery, vanguish evil's great tolls.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Seeing Beyond The Purple Veil )

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