Haiku thread

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Starting this thread to present my Haiku's.
As they to me are not my usual fair and perhaps should be placed in a separate category.


A New Dawn's Awakening

empty can, long road
hill view, three horses below
wet paint, broken bench

Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2018
Haiku, ( Seeing Is Believing)

Note- Things remembered and pondered in my youth.....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Day's Adventures

bacon and three eggs
red hues, shadows on the hills
old man, one small dog

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2018
Haiku, ( Where Is The Soap)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When One Flows Into The Other

sunset, day has flown
midnight moon, storm-less skies
bowl, sweet cereal

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-1018
Haiku, ( Time and Human Existence)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Exasperated

crumpled paper, floor
grapevines, leaves on frozen ground
poet, midnight moon

Robert J. Lindley, 4-19-2018
Haiku, ( heartache)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Gunny]

I know you don't like me wrecking your thread ... You know Haiku is a pro wrestler? The other wrestlers are scared to death of him.:laugh:

[High_Plains_Drifter]

I know you don't like me wrecking your thread ... You know Haiku is a pro wrestler? The other wrestlers are scared to death of him.:laugh:
I thought it was a form of Martial Arts... :rolleyes:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I know you don't like me wrecking your thread ... You know Haiku is a pro wrestler? The other wrestlers are scared to death of him.:laugh:

A wrestler eh? Well when I first started, WRITING IN THAT POETRY FORM IT WAS LIKE A WRESTLING MATCH TO ME. ;)
Was very hard to turn off my creativity and limit the scope of my idea/thought and message.
Also torture for me to write and have it not rhyme....-Tyr



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hai·ku
ˈhīˌko͞o/
noun
noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku

a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
an English imitation of this.

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/haiku-or-hokku


Haiku (or hokku)

A Japanese verse form most often composed, in English versions, of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. A haiku often features an image, or a pair of images, meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time.

Not popularized in Western literature until the early 1900s, the form originates from the Japanese hokku, or the opening section of a longer renga sequence. In this context, the hokku served to begin a longer poem by establishing a season, often with a pair of seasonal images. Unlike the rest of the renga sequence, which was composed collaboratively, the hokku was often created by a single poet working alone, and was subsequently used as an exercise for students. Over time, the hokku began to be appreciated for its own worth and became distinct as a poetic form, formally mastered by poets such as Basho and Yosa Buson.

In 1905, Paul-Louis Couchoud became one of the first European translators of the form, converting many short Japanese verses into his native French. This began the popularization of haiku in Europe, where the form was translated by French and Spanish poets, such as José Juan Tablada. Throughout the two World Wars and the rise of Modernism, haikus were gradually adapted and celebrated by Imagist poets, such as Ezra Pound, H.D., and T.E. Hulme. In this context, the haiku was appreciated for its linguistic and sensory economy. Most notably Pound’s “In a Station of the Metro,” though not intended as a haiku, adapts the sparse, visual style of the Japanese form.

Despite its formal history, the haiku’s composition has expanded somewhat over time. This is due in part to the differences between the Japanese language and Western languages. In its original Japanese form, the haiku is often divided into 17 mora (a Japanese unit of syllable weight) and arranged in a single vertical line. However, in English there is no exact equivalent to the mora unit. As a result, in English and other languages, haikus are most frequently adapted into three lines of verse, usually unrhymed, composed of five, seven, and five syllables, adding up to seventeen syllables total. However, many American poets, such as Jack Kerouac, began to gradually depart from this traditional syllable and line count, in favor of depicting images as succinctly as possible.

Despite its many adaptions into multiple languages and styles, the haiku remains a powerful form due to its economic use of language to evoke a specific mood or instance. Most often occurring in the present tense, a haiku frequently depicts a moment by using pair of distinct images working in tandem, as in these lines by Kobayashi Issa, translated by Jane Hirshfield:

On a branch
floating downriver
a cricket, singing.


(Notice how, in translating from Japanese to English, Hirshfield compresses the number of syllables.)

The haiku continues to be a popular form today, and its different qualities have been emphasized and expanded by a wide variety of writers. Poets such as Etheridge Knight, emphasize the formal and sonic quality of the verse, as seen in his piece “Haiku,” whereas poets such as Scott Helmes have chosen to emphasize the haiku’s visual arrangement, as seen in his piece, “haiku #62.”

For further examples, see also “Three Haiku, Two Tanka” by Philip Appleman and Robert Hass’s “After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa.” In addition, see the Imagist poets of the early 20th century, most notably Ezra Pound.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I thought it was a form of Martial Arts... :rolleyes:

Some think it is a men's cologne.....;)--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Echoes Of The Past

green moss, low fog dawn
windswept breeze through old willows
tombstone, cold alone

Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2018
Haiku, ( Escaping Dreams)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Gunny]

A wrestler eh? Well when I first started, WRITING IN THAT POETRY FORM IT WAS LIKE A WRESTLING MATCH TO ME. ;)
Was very hard to turn off my creativity and limit the scope of my idea/thought and message.
Also torture for me to write and have it not rhyme....-Tyr



hai·ku
ˈhīˌko͞o/
noun
noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku

a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
an English imitation of this.

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Haiku (or hokku)

A Japanese verse form most often composed, in English versions, of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. A haiku often features an image, or a pair of images, meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time.

Not popularized in Western literature until the early 1900s, the form originates from the Japanese hokku, or the opening section of a longer renga sequence. In this context, the hokku served to begin a longer poem by establishing a season, often with a pair of seasonal images. Unlike the rest of the renga sequence, which was composed collaboratively, the hokku was often created by a single poet working alone, and was subsequently used as an exercise for students. Over time, the hokku began to be appreciated for its own worth and became distinct as a poetic form, formally mastered by poets such as Basho and Yosa Buson.

In 1905, Paul-Louis Couchoud became one of the first European translators of the form, converting many short Japanese verses into his native French. This began the popularization of haiku in Europe, where the form was translated by French and Spanish poets, such as José Juan Tablada. Throughout the two World Wars and the rise of Modernism, haikus were gradually adapted and celebrated by Imagist poets, such as Ezra Pound, H.D., and T.E. Hulme. In this context, the haiku was appreciated for its linguistic and sensory economy. Most notably Pound’s “In a Station of the Metro,” though not intended as a haiku, adapts the sparse, visual style of the Japanese form.

Despite its formal history, the haiku’s composition has expanded somewhat over time. This is due in part to the differences between the Japanese language and Western languages. In its original Japanese form, the haiku is often divided into 17 mora (a Japanese unit of syllable weight) and arranged in a single vertical line. However, in English there is no exact equivalent to the mora unit. As a result, in English and other languages, haikus are most frequently adapted into three lines of verse, usually unrhymed, composed of five, seven, and five syllables, adding up to seventeen syllables total. However, many American poets, such as Jack Kerouac, began to gradually depart from this traditional syllable and line count, in favor of depicting images as succinctly as possible.

Despite its many adaptions into multiple languages and styles, the haiku remains a powerful form due to its economic use of language to evoke a specific mood or instance. Most often occurring in the present tense, a haiku frequently depicts a moment by using pair of distinct images working in tandem, as in these lines by Kobayashi Issa, translated by Jane Hirshfield:

On a branch
floating downriver
a cricket, singing.


(Notice how, in translating from Japanese to English, Hirshfield compresses the number of syllables.)

The haiku continues to be a popular form today, and its different qualities have been emphasized and expanded by a wide variety of writers. Poets such as Etheridge Knight, emphasize the formal and sonic quality of the verse, as seen in his piece “Haiku,” whereas poets such as Scott Helmes have chosen to emphasize the haiku’s visual arrangement, as seen in his piece, “haiku #62.”

For further examples, see also “Three Haiku, Two Tanka” by Philip Appleman and Robert Hass’s “After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa.” In addition, see the Imagist poets of the early 20th century, most notably Ezra Pound.
Samurai prided themselves on harmony. Poetry and gardening balanced the blade. There are a million cherry blossoms but no two is alike but each is perfect. Every one.

if you cannot understand the force that gives you life, you're just a murderer when you take one.

[Gunny]

Once upon 6 a time there was this asshole. He'd kill without blinking an eye, despite what some people think he was or did. I watched him hold a dying baby in one arm and an M-M216 In the other. The baby still died. He met Christ that day. Jan 1992.
Not that I know him.

Y'all can think what you want of that guy. He doesn't care. The Higher Person isn't any of you. He asked what I thought I was doing destroying a ville. Those are still his children.

didn't know what o say to a ghost. Was still holding a dead baby. Little jarbrains surrounded the Sgt while he buried the little guy. And then everybody fucking died. Not telling any of you anything esle except this

Guess why I hate abortion?

[Gunny]

so tyr ,,, love the poetry. I know it well.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

so tyr ,,, love the poetry. I know it well.

If you also write poetry, then would be great if you present it here my friend.
Always room for more poetry here.
Even if it is only Haiku's.
Writing haiku, is a new form to me but it has grown on me and yes , some Samurai warriors also wrote Haiku's..
Some of the greatest warriors in history, were not only brave, fierce, courageous and tough but were deep thinkers(poets, writers/philosophers) as well.--Tyr

[Gunny]

If you also write poetry, then would be great if you present it here my friend.
Always room for more poetry here.
Even if it is only Haiku's.
Writing haiku, is a new form to me but it has grown on me and yes , some Samurai warriors also wrote Haiku's..
Some of the greatest warriors in history, were not only brave, fierce, courageous and tough but were deep thinkers(writers/philosophers) as well.--TyrThe Book of 5 Rings by Miyamoto Musashi. If you can understand the words past just mouthing them (and I don't mean you tyr ,, that universal you us Southern folk always speak of you can learn something. It's a lesson of life and death and being a warrior, balance and knowing when to turn it off.

It's easy to turn it on. Off? Not so much.

Lesson: a true friend means you no harm and any question about such should be tempered by that fact. If that so called friend tries to hurt you for any reason guess he's not your friend after all, huh? You can lose family that way easier than you can friends.

If you jump to an unwise and hasty conclusion, you can lose that friend. Losing a friend is forever. Ensure the choice is wise and not driven by anger and pride. Your mouth can talk you into Hell in a second and years of talking yourself out means you still get no do-over.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deep Views

shovel, one small hole
rooftop view, ants far below
Forest, giant trees

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26-2018
Haiku, (Things Felt and Seen)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Gunny]

Children dodge raindrops

Men get rained on.

Both get wet.

Who is the wiser?

The children are tired and wet. Old men are just wt.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fleeing Visions

dark shadows, death waits
sun burst upon bright new dawn
moonlight on lake shore

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, ( Contrasts, Glimmering Lights)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Normal Suspense

dead spider, old web
raindrop soaked earth, dawn's slight chill
race car, four tires blown

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku, (Such is Life)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Vanished

one silent moment
horses upon distant hills
empty prairie breeze

Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2018
Haiku

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seen and Scenes

two old red tractors
orchard, trees and red apples
desert cacti blooms

Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2018
Haiku

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beautiful

two dogs fast asleep
clouds in a dark stormy sky
dawn's breeze soothes the soul

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2018
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time, And Reality
old dry riverbed
broken limb, hard frozen ground
sun-perch, ocean breeze

Robert J. Lindley, 5-30-2018
Haiku, ( Discovery )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As The Wind Blows

seven broken jars
red barn full of dead tractors
night, brightest full moon

Robert J. Lindley, 5-31-2018
Haiku, ( Contemplation of The Past)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time and Its Sad Afterglows

porch swing, one old dog
green pasture and fallen barn
dawn's light, empty house

Robert J. Lindley, 6-11-2018
Haiku

[SassyLady]

Is this Haiku?

Mother Nature

Eagle soars above
Bobcat chases jackrabbit
Life in the desert




Sassylady
June 11, 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Is this Haiku?

Mother Nature

Eagle soars above
Bobcat chases jackrabbit
Life in the desert




Sassylady
June 11, 2018

Not only is that a Haiku, but it is also a top class Haiku.
One accepted and written in English form , which by definition does not meet the strictest form that the Japanese use.
I use the exact same form as you just did my very talented friend.
This shows that your poetic talent is definitely top class level and in my opinion you should write more, as it is a gift one should share with the world...


A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature, haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.

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Haiku: Poetic Form | Academy of American Poets
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/haiku-poetic-form


https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/haiku-poetic-form

A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature, haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.


Haiku began in thirteenth-century Japan as the opening phrase of renga, an oral poem, generally 100 stanzas long, which was also composed syllabically. The much shorter haiku broke away from renga in the sixteenth-century, and was mastered a century later by Matsuo Basho, who wrote this classic haiku:

An old pond!
A frog jumps in—
the sound of water.

Among the greatest traditional haiku poets are Basho, Yosa Buson, Kobayashi Issa, and Masaoka Shiki. Modern poets interested in the form include Robert Hass, Paul Muldoon, and Anselm Hollo, whose poem “5 & 7 & 5” includes the following stanza:

round lumps of cells grow
up to love porridge later
become The Supremes

Haiku was traditionally written in the present tense and focused on associations between images. There was a pause at the end of the first or second line, and a “season word," or kigo, specified the time of year.

As the form has evolved, many of these rules—including the 5/7/5 practice—have been routinely broken. However, the philosophy of haiku has been preserved: the focus on a brief moment in time; a use of provocative, colorful images; an ability to be read in one breath; and a sense of sudden enlightenment and illumination.

This philosophy influenced poet Ezra Pound, who noted the power of haiku’s brevity and juxtaposed images. He wrote, “The image itself is speech. The image is the word beyond formulated language.” The influence of haiku on Pound is most evident in his poem “In a Station of the Metro," which began as a thirty-line poem, but was eventually pared down to two:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

[SassyLady]

Thank you!

Instinct


Child is crying, hurt
Maternal instinct, running
Kisses and hugs, love

SassyLady
June 12, 2018

[SassyLady]

Adventure?

Sweaty hands, muggy
Dank smell, moss dangling above
Gliding through the swamp

Sassylady
June 12, 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My friend, you write some awesome Haiku. You definitely have a poet's heart, soul and mind!- :clap::clap::clap:--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As The World Turns

dawn's break, fallen bird
sunset, distant hills aglow
midnight news report

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2018
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Light and Dark Part

windows, light fading
bright altar set to atone
dusty red crossroads

Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2018
Haiku, ( Appearances and Deceptions)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Ancient Image

shadow at the door
field crop of long golden grains
fast horse, no saddle

Robert J. Lindley, 6-21-2018
Haiku.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Solitude And Time's Slow Arc

two cats, one dead mouse
empty white wagon, blue house
sunset's reddish glow

Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2018
Hakiu

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life Views

high trail, rocky ledge
winter's beauty, snowy ground
fallen tree, red plums

Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2018
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Things That Truly Delight

hot cup of coffee
noon sun, flower blossoms red
moon, sky gleaming bright

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seen And Unseen

new birth, its beauty
sorrows darkest shadow shown
ancient forest burned

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku, ( Eyes and Heart Opened)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seen And Noted

foggy dawn, old road
new car grill, dead butterfly
short sunset shadows

Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2018
\Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wilderness Found

blue sky, whitest clouds
old trail, ancient woods burnt
empty house, sad scene

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-31-2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

For new contest--

Captcha is -- AEH


HAIKU AEH
apples, red in sun
evening's pallid shadows
horseshoe prints, old barn

my log in captcha was, AEH

Robert J. Lindley

Haiku
August 8, 2018

Syllable count 5,7,5, checked by,
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/

Haiku Captcha contest sponsored by Harry Horsman

Contest requirements-
Contest Description
What to Submit?

1 original, poem on the theme of .your login captcha.....and use the figures in order for the beginning of each line. If there is a number or three use the letter ---7=s, 8=e etc. The only exception is the letter x, which i'm making a wild card figure, in other words any letter, you choose. But the title must contain the x, as an example all title must be haiku abc or haiku wxx, haiku 123 which would become, ott, so what ever the captcha is must follow the title haiku, you need only put the date at the bottom of the poem,,,Oh and by the way, i'm relying on your honesty, to use the first captcha of your log in , Try and stay as original as possible to the true concept of the haiku, but i am flexible somewhat on borderline..This is my first contest for 5 years, I won't go in to reason why...Harry
Preparing Your Entry
Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Reflections

blood stained, long sharp knife
apple pie smell, window sill
snow covered forest

Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2018
Haiku, ( a cool Spring day)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Drummond]

Hi Tyr ... just tried to send you a PM. Looks like you'll need to have a bit of a clearout before I'm able to, though !

Best wishes .....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hi Tyr ... just tried to send you a PM. Looks like you'll need to have a bit of a clearout before I'm able to, though !

Best wishes .....

Cleared 50 in inbox and 50 in outbox.. Send again my friend..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Resplendent Scene

winter white landscape
frozen limbs on ancient trees
old snowshoes ready

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2015
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Ponder

silent moonlit pond
volcano lava cooling
kids's lemonade stand

Haiku,
Robert J. Lindley,
2-22-2019

[The Sage of Main Street]

Exasperated

crumpled paper, floor
grapevines, leaves on frozen ground
poet, midnight moon

Robert J. Lindley, 4-19-2018
Haiku, ( heartache)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

removed...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bright Summer Morn

ancient hammer
silent owl in old barn loft
children fast asleep

Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2019
Haiku

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Summer At Lakeside Cottage

ravishing dessert
mud puddles on the dirt road
old picnic basket

Haiku
Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019

[The Sage of Main Street]

removed...

Bye-bye, gang.

[NightTrain]

Bye-bye, gang.


I have no idea why you thought it was a good idea to come in here and shit in Tyr's thread like this.


And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

[jimnyc]

I have no idea why you thought it was a good idea to come in here and shit in Tyr's thread like this.


And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Saw his post the other day and knew it wasn't going to end well - and I personally would have deleted it as well. Robert has put in hundreds of hours writing here - and doesn't need someone fucking with him and/or mocking him somehow. Uncool.

[Abbey Marie]

What a crappy thing to do.

Tyr, I really like Haiku. In fact, I wrote one once while on a lake in Maine. If I can find it, I’ll post it here.
:salute:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bye-bye, gang.
I removed your post not only because it was a direct attempt to try to insult me but also because you were deliberately demeaning and misusing a poetry form for some personal dislike you must have of me. Had you posted a true haiku -which are never in the form of an attack or insult, it would still be present for others to read. I did take quite some time to decided to just remove it.
Whoever you are, I am not a guy anybody has ever got by with insulting or attacking without my taking some form of action that puts a stop to it.
If you have some kind of problem with me , come face me like a man.
I am so very fond of face to face settling issues, in fact I always get a big kick out of doing just that. Always have..
So you want to cry and run, well so be it..
This is about creative writing/poetry--not political discourse/debate or of a flame section.
Jim has the cage, go there for your stupidity..
Or else just run away-- matters not even a damn cow-fart to me which one you do.
I've put in over 50 years writing and will not let some yahoo come here to shit on it..--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What a crappy thing to do.

Tyr, I really like Haiku. In fact, I wrote one once while on a lake in Maine. If I can find it, I’ll post it here.
:salute:

Abbey, Jim , NT, thanks .
I think this cat is somebody that I have had words with before and almost certainly that I put in his/her? place.
Comment I deleted was obviously made by a person with some kind of hidden vendetta.

Abbey, please do post your haiku or any of your creative writing here, as all such honest effort and artistic expression that is not presented as an attack is welcomed in this section. I am fair to all- but I will not just sit idly by and be trifled with-- never have and I never will.
My father raised me to be a man, not a fool or a coward.. -Tyr

[NightTrain]

All of us in Staff are aware of what he said, and are dumbfounded by it. It wasn't resurrected in our responses because it was rude, crude and ignorant.

Our apologies, Tyr. He was either really fucked up or just hiding his asshat tendencies prior to that post. Either way, fuck him.

And now, let's get on with Haiku!


Beautiful March Day
Max Revs, sled skimming along
Jim fell off the deck

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

All of us in Staff are aware of what he said, and are dumbfounded by it. It wasn't resurrected in our responses because it was rude, crude and ignorant.

Our apologies, Tyr. He was either really fucked up or just hiding his asshat tendencies prior to that post. Either way, fuck him.

And now, let's get on with Haiku!


Beautiful March Day
Max Revs, sled skimming along
Jim fell off the deck



Thank you my friend. Now this is a truly fine Haiku.
The imagery is fantastic and the finish is delightful...
See, good can come from bad...
We have this superb haiku from you in your reply....
I call that a win on this entire little episode my friend.
And please get Jim up off the cold ground and put him in a nice warm bed to sleep it off.. -;)-Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Abbey, Jim , NT, thanks .
I think this cat is somebody that I have had words with before and almost certainly that I put in his/her? place.
Comment I deleted was obviously made by a person with some kind of hidden vendetta.

Abbey, please do post your haiku or any of your creative writing here, as all such honest effort and artistic expression that is not presented as an attack is welcomed in this section. I am fair to all- but I will not just sit idly by and be trifled with-- never have and I never will.
My father raised me to be a man, not a fool or a coward.. -Tyr

I def will, R. Soon as I can find it. :beer:

[Abbey Marie]

I found it, @Tyr-Ziu Saxnot (http://www.debatepolicy.com/member.php?u=2275)

I wrote it on our Maine lake vacation several years ago, during some quiet alone-time by the lake. I must have been in a contemplative mood.
Sorry if it’s amateurish. I’m currently in a writing class, and am discovering my creative limitations, lol. I’ve always done and am good at technical writing- a completely different beast!

Water flowing
Ripples like bark
Moving not growing

**Rewritten below to conform to correct Haiku rules.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I found it, Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

I wrote it on our Maine lake vacation several years ago, during some quiet alone-time by the lake. I must have been in a contemplative mood.
Sorry if it’s amateurish. I’m currently in a writing class, and am discovering my creative limitations, lol. I’ve always done and am good at technical writing- a completely different beast!

Water flowing
Ripples like bark
Moving not growing

I like it as it shows great imagery, and contemplative thought.
Here is mine , inspired by a memory reading yours brought to mind.
Please do share here any you care to share my friend.

Life And Nature Scene

small secluded pond
seven snow-white swans nearby
small child, kite, wind'

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2019
Haiku,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I found it, Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

I wrote it on our Maine lake vacation several years ago, during some quiet alone-time by the lake. I must have been in a contemplative mood.
Sorry if it’s amateurish. I’m currently in a writing class, and am discovering my creative limitations, lol. I’ve always done and am good at technical writing- a completely different beast!

Water flowing
Ripples like bark
Moving not growing
I really like this one. As it shows great imagery, deep and contemplative thought ...
Please do post here, any you that write and want to share!!


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Here is mine written after reading yours, from a memory yours evoked.

Life And Nature

small secluded pond
seven snow-white swans nearby
small child, kite and wind
Haiku,
Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Abbey, please clear your message box, says its full. I can not sent you another message. Thanks..

[Abbey Marie]

I found it, @Tyr-Ziu Saxnot (http://www.debatepolicy.com/member.php?u=2275)

I wrote it on our Maine lake vacation several years ago, during some quiet alone-time by the lake. I must have been in a contemplative mood.
Sorry if it’s amateurish. I’m currently in a writing class, and am discovering my creative limitations, lol. I’ve always done and am good at technical writing- a completely different beast!

Water flowing
Ripples like bark
Moving not growing

My haiku rewritten to the correct 5-7-5 formula. Thanks, R!

Water flowing on
Ripples like bark but moving
Spreading not growing



@Tyr-Ziu Saxnot (http://www.debatepolicy.com/member.php?u=2275)

[Abbey Marie]

Abbey, please clear your message box, says its full. I can not sent you another message. Thanks..

Done :cool:

[Russ]

Fool speaks like an ass
The world sees him for a fool
Fool needs sage advice

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fool speaks like a ass
The world sees him for a fool
Fool needs sage advice

I love it , as it expresses so well a clear truth...
Excellent haiku my friend, great imagery, superbly on point and truth as truth should be conveyed..
Seems both you and Abbey have poetry in your souls.
Sad that this old dark world not only has so many evil people but it also has so many fools.
Poetry is also about truth, the kind that comes from the heart and stands the test of time..
Do hope that you also post any writings you care to post in this creative writing section. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking back at what happened, I am convinced that this moron joined under a hidden name just to find a way to attack me.
I have a good a good idea what former member it was. The ffing weasel that I made look like a damn fool before he ran away previously.
Myself, I fully expect a new member in the future will be this same asshat coward, coming back to try again.
Morons like that are not smart enough to give up.
Sad tis it not?? -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Fool And His Phony

a deep empty well
dunce in the classroom corner
teacher's pet missing

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku,
dedicated to the recently departed..

Could not resist , forgive me just this one time...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Southern Memory

dusty, winding road
cotton crops glowing bright white
Mississippi mud

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2019
Haiku, (Time has flown)

[Abbey Marie]

A Southern Memory

dusty, winding road
cotton crops glowing bright white
Mississippi mud

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2019
Haiku, (Time has flown)

So few words, such a strong picture

:2up:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

So few words, such a strong picture

:2up:

Thank you my friend. It is one that I saw up close (far to close for my tastes) and personal.
Speaking (strictly) about the extremely hard farm work and childhood poverty endured, not the pictorial description in the haiku.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time And Its Great Advancing Destruction

well trodden game trail
ancient trees towering tall
field crops edging in

Haiku,
Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2019
(A memory of what once was)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Twenty-one Scenes Of Life And Poetic Thoughts

That Resplendent Scene

winter white landscape
frozen limbs on ancient trees
old snowshoes ready

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 12-08-2015

Fleeing Visions

dark shadows, death waits
sun burst upon bright new dawn
moonlight on lake shore

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-09- 2017

Beautiful

two dogs fast asleep
clouds in a dark stormy sky
dawn's breeze soothes the soul

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-08-2018

Time, And Reality

old dry riverbed
broken limb, hard frozen ground
sun-perch, ocean breeze

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-30-2018

As The Wind Blows

seven broken jars
red barn full of dead tractors
night, brightest full moon

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-31-2018

Time and Its Sad Afterglows

porch swing, one old dog
green pasture and fallen barn
dawn's light, empty house

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-11-2018

As The World Turns

dawn's break, fallen bird
sunset, distant hills aglow
midnight news report

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-13-2018

Where Light and Dark Part

windows, light fading
bright altar set to atone
dusty red crossroads

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-17-2018

An Ancient Image

shadow at the door
field crop of long golden grains
fast horse, no saddle

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-21-2018

Solitude And Time's Slow Arc

two cats, one dead mouse
empty white wagon, blue house
sunset's reddish glow

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-22-2018

Life Views

high trail, rocky ledge
winter's beauty, snowy ground
fallen tree, red plums

Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2018
Haiku, 6-27-2018

Things That Truly Delight

hot cup of coffee
noon sun, flower blossoms red
moon, sky gleaming bright

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku,

Seen And Unseen

new birth, its beauty
sorrows darkest shadow shown
ancient forest burned

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku,

Seen And Noted

foggy dawn, old road
new car grill, dead butterfly
short sunset shadows

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-21-2018

Wilderness Found

blue sky, whitest clouds
old trail, ancient woods burnt
empty house, sad scene

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-31-2018

What Time Yields

apples, red in sun
evening's pallid shadows
horseshoe prints, old barn

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 8-08-2018

To Ponder

silent moonlit pond
volcano lava cooling
kids's lemonade stand

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 2-22-2019

Bright Summer Morn

ancient hammer
silent owl in old barn loft
children fast asleep

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 2-27-2019

Summer At Lakeside Cottage

ravishing dessert
mud puddles on the dirt road
old picnic basket

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 3-16-2019

Life And Nature Scene

small secluded pond
seven snow-white swans nearby
small child, kite, wind'

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 3-02-2019

Time And Advancing Destruction

well trodden game trail
ancient trees towering tall
field crops edging in

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2019
Haiku, 3-30-2019


Robert J. Lindley,
Presented, 4-01-2019

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Note: I decided to post at my home poetry site these Haiku' primarily to get them collectively copyrighted.
Thus I am posting under this new title here as well . As previously they were only recorded here at this site.
I am currently spending time going through my other poems here to find the ones never copyrighted.
Seems there are many..
I was advised by a very dear poet friend to do this because so many worthless characters steal poetry written
by others and pass it off on the internet as their own.
I have found a few dozen of my poems already stolen by others doing just that. Which suxs but does in a
way validate that if the poetry is good enough to steal then at least one can know they are not wasting their time,
writing worthless trash. lol--Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

You are so prolific, Robert!

My favorite is the Time and Reality one.

:thumb:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Diverse Scenes

tree on frozen ground
wheat crop shining golden grain
dry lake, sunken boat

Robert J. Lindley, 4-05-2019
Haiku, ( Memories of youth)

[Abbey Marie]

Winter’s Beauty From My Window

Icy branches point
crystal fingers in the sky
silent snowy world

Abbey 4/5/19

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Icy branches point
crystal fingers in the sky
silent snowy world

Abbey 4/5/19
Truly a fantastic haiku my friend. I sincerely think that its far better than mine.
A suggestion if I may.. You should always title your haiku.
And oft give a hint of the thought of the creation/scene/idea, in your title.
Of course how you title is entirely up to you as the poet/author my friend..--Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Truly a fantastic haiku my friend. I sincerely think that its far better than mine.
A suggestion if I may.. You should always title your haiku.
And oft give a hint of the thought of the creation/scene/idea, in your title.
Of course how you title is entirely up to you as the poet/author my friend..--Tyr

Thank you, Robert! High praise from such a talented writer. :salute:

I will think of a title...

[Abbey Marie]

I think I like Haiku because it is so visual, and because it fits my writing preference. As should be obvious here, I don’t write long threads. I’m def a get to the point type of poster, lol.

Thank you Robert for making a space for it here. I‘d had that first Haiku I posted in this thread languishing in my bedside drawer for several years.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I think I like Haiku because it is so visual, and because it fits my writing preference. As should be obvious here, I don’t write long threads. I’m def a get to the point type of poster, lol.

Thank you Robert for making a space for it here. I‘d had that first Haiku I posted in this thread languishing in my bedside drawer for several years.

My friend, obvious to me that you have a natural talent for writing haiku. One that in my estimation you should pursue -if so inclined.
The link I give below is about haiku and poetry forms related to haiku. You may find it interesting and just may decide to try your poetic hand at some of these other short poetry forms.
Of the four listed, I have myself only delved into haiku, primarily because I write so many other forms of poetry, and many are very lengthy.
The forms shown/explained in the given link, are short forms of poetry, which may better suit your style/interests my friend.
And of course always feel free to post your poetry here and also depend on me to help you anyway that I can within the scope of my own poetry knowledge accumulated in my 50+ years of composing poetry. ..




https://lestersmith.com/2009/05/poetic-forms-haiku-senryu-tanka-and-lunes/


Poetic Forms: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Lunes
May 29, 2009Lester
counting sylllables
mentioning cherry blossoms
this is not haiku

(from Zen Rampage, back cover)

Haiku
Everyone knows what a haiku is, right? A poem in three lines, with seventeen syllables divided five/seven/five.

That’s the commonly accepted definition of a haiku in English, but to understand how we got there, it’s worth knowing a little bit about haiku in Japanese. You can look up the history yourself: I’d just like to point out a few standard features of a Japanese haiku.

It has seventeen syllables.
It has a conceptual break after either the fifth syllable or the twelfth.
It includes a seasonal word to ground it in nature.
It is not metaphorical.
The conceptual break explains why English haiku are commonly divided as they are: Five/seven/five includes both possible breaks in thought—depending upon where your poem puts its emphasis. This format also explains why so many English haiku are simply bad: It isn’t enough to divide your lines; each line also needs to be a complete mini thought in it’s own right; and one of those breaks must create an interesting shift in perception if the poem is to have any power.

Senryu
Note the haiku’s traditional requirement for a seasonal word, and it’s avoidance of metaphor. In Japanese poetry, if you write seventeen syllables with a break like a haiku, but without a seasonal word, that’s a senryu (pronounced like “send you,” but with an “R” instead of a “D”). Senryu are often humorous, frequently feature people, and may be metaphorical or otherwise more self-consciously contrived.

For most English-speaking people’s purposes, however, this is just a wasted word. If you write something with a haiku’s syllable count and breaks, you might as well call it a haiku, because pretty much everybody who reads it will call it that.

Tanka
A related form (in that it developed from the same historic roots as haiku and senryu) is the tanka. In English, this is thirty-one syllables in five lines, divided five/seven/five/seven/seven. Obviously, with nearly twice the syllables of a haiku, a tanka can treat a slightly larger subject. Here’s an example (also from Zen Rampage).

“Eighty-two years old!”
The stranger’s bony finger
prodding my shoulder.
How am I to understand
the meaning of his bared teeth?

I hope it’s evident that each line carries its own bit of meaning, like individual building blocks contributing to a five-block structure.

Lune
It’s worth noting that Japanese words have more syllables on average than English words do. So in effect, seventeen syllables in English can carry more meaning. In a way, English haiku are cheating.

To better represent the sparsity of thought in a Japanese haiku, a literature professor named Robert Kelly invented the lune, a thirteen-syllable poem divided five/three/five. He named this form the lune, because the right side of most examples creates a crescent shape, like a crescent moon.

Here’s an example I posted to Twitter and Facebook a few days ago.

if not for the birds
I’d not know
that I cannot fly

(For what it’s worth, the lune is probably my favorite form of poem. And considering how much I love the sonnet, that’s saying something!)

Another fellow, named Jack Collum, was teaching this form to children, and slightly misremembered it. Instead of five/three/five syllables, he thought three/five/three words. This being somewhat easier for children to count, the form has stuck.

Note that because “lune” is an English word, two or more of these poems are “lunes.” By contrast, more than one haiku, senryu, or tanka become “two haiku,” “five senryu,” or “seventy-nine tanka,” for example.

Final Words
I hope that this brief overview of these related forms has inspired you to write some of your own. Just remember to make each line stand at least somewhat on its own, rather than seeming like a sudden U-turn in the street, simply because you’ve run out of syllables. And try to have a significant change in thought, some measure of surprise, in one of the breaks. Your readers will appreciate the effort!

—Les

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From Mother Earth To Pantry

empty pickle jar
garden gems invite harvest
rain clouds cover sky

Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
haiku, ( treasures earthen soil bequeaths)
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Edit. Thank you Abbey, this discourse with you has led me to write my first Tanka, thus I am dedicating this new creation to you my great friend and budding new poetess..
I hope that you like it as it came directly from a childhood memory back in the 60's... -Tyr

A Catfish Meal Desired

three years and no rain
fishing hole almost dried up
what am I to eat?
Will begging bequeath results
where long water hose has failed?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
Tanka, (Lessons learned from youth)
Poem my first Tanka, Dedicated to my friend Abbey

Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7
Total # Syllables: 31
Total # Lines: 5
Total # Words: 25

[Abbey Marie]

I am honored, Robert. Thank you!

Sent you a PM...

I think I will try this, too.

:beer:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lessons Never Learned

two broken pencils
classroom, one overturned desk
sad cry in the dark

Robert J. Lindley
haiku, 4-08-2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Old Lies And Broken Promises

fenced in schoolyard
fallen neighborhood watch sign
baby shower gift

Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2019
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Reaching Deep For Understanding

ostrich head in hole
mountain climber looking down
morn sky sullen grey

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku, 4-17-2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life Moves Ever Onward

old red wagon wheel
long and rocky mountain path
blackberries dark black

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku,
4-18-2019, ( On The Passage Westward )

[Abbey Marie]

Robert, my feeble first attempt at Tanka. Fun!


Reading, Writing, and Ridicule

Sharp tongue lashes out
from beneath the thick black veil
Child shrinks to a gnat
Bride of Christ feels no remorse
Sweet school bell peals out freedom!

Abbey 4-19-19

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Not anything feeble about my friend.
Sending you private message after this post. -Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Not anything feeble about my friend.
Sending you private message after this post. -Tyr

Thanks Robert, I fixed it. :beer:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thanks Robert, I fixed it. :beer:

You did very well my friend. A superb Tanka, IMHO..-- :beer: :beer: -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Scenes That Set Young Minds Pondering

massive beaver dam
herd of thirsty deer mid-stream
old wood bridge fallen

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku, 4-23-2019

[Abbey Marie]

After the Funeral

Folder lies inert
Life summed up in cold papers?
Wind whispers “he’s gone”


Abbey
4/23/19

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

After the Funeral

Blue folder lies inert
Life summed up in cold papers?
Wind whispers “he’s gone”


Abbey
4/23/19
Love it - presented with exceptional imagery, depth and heart.. -:beer:--Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Love it - presented with exceptional imagery, depth and heart.. -:beer:--Tyr


Thank you!
I fixed the syllables. I find that I initially count them correctly, and then when I edit a line to sound better, I forget to re-count them!
I’ll get there eventually.

:cool:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thank you!
I fixed the syllables. I find that I initially count them correctly, and then when I edit a line to sound better, I forget to re-count them!
I’ll get there eventually.

:cool:
Remember that haiku are image based, not based upon sound when one reads the verses.
And I have myself done the same when editing to create the image desired, oft changing a word forgetting that it has more syllable than the one it replaces.
Your ability to compose haiku is already on a high level in my opinion. --Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Memories In the Garden

Abandoned book lies
unread, unnoticed, unloved
sad woman looks back

[Abbey Marie]

Trying the “Lune” format (5-3-5):

Languid Afternoon

Calm water flows by
two lovers
sunbeams on soft grass

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Trying the “Lune” format (5-3-5):

Languid Afternoon

Calm water flows by
two lovers
sunbeams on soft grass

I have not yet tried that poetry form.Yours is a great and fine creative piece using so few words to cast a strong and deep
realization on love's depths, beauty and its many blessings!
Bravo! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Memories In the Garden

Abandoned book lies
unread, unnoticed, unloved
sad woman looks back

A vivid and very creatively woven tapestry of life, mystery and hints of lost love...
Or love never ever found. A truly fine haiku!!
Love the title too..... -Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Words Scorch the Heart

Betrayal is penned
on paper so white and pure
room spins, letter drops

Abbey. 5/17/2019

[Abbey Marie]

In the Old, Old Library

Stacks of dusty books
forgotten armchair beckons
real world fades away

Abbey 5/17/2019

[Abbey Marie]

MISTY MARINE MORN

Hazy horizon
tangy salt spray embraces
gull cries, tide recedes

Abbey 5/17/2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My friend, those are three wonderful and top class haiku. I wish that I had composed them!
You certainly have poetry in your veins and clearly exhibit immense talent.
Such a gift should be exercised and presented to others to read and enjoy/benefit from, as truth is , poetry is a gift to the world, IMHO!
Bravo!! -Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

My friend, those are three wonderful and top class haiku. I wish that I had composed them!
You certainly have poetry in your veins and clearly exhibit immense talent.
Such a gift should be exercised and presented to others to read and enjoy/benefit from, as truth is , poetry is a gift to the world, IMHO!
Bravo!! -Tyr

Thank you Robert. I’m sure I have a long way to go to earn such praise, but I’m enjoying the process too much to let that stop me. I especially like composing these during those long almost-sleepless nights. I think others here should try it too.

Eventually, I will try a longer form. I’ve always loved sonnets, so maybe that’s next. In fact, we included one in our wedding.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That Cherished Memory

dead tree little shade
green cane around old boat dock
night breeze, stars above

Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2019
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Serene Spring Scene

small olive-green pond
fawn in verdant lush meadow
sky and summer morn

Robert J. Lindley ,1-31-2020
haiku-
(As an old poet sweetly remembers and dreams )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The View And The Memory

golden light, cool morn
magnificence, red sunset
life and calm repose

Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2020
Haiku,
(Once a day spent at the lake.....)
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edit shown below are from previous composing...


(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 hearth winter
chilling winds whispering deep
white sands, vacation

Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020
haiku,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mind Shadows And Hurt

sorrows and deep woe
invisible the dark foe
echo of sad night

Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-202-
Haiku, ( When A Dark Reality Bites )

[Abbey Marie]

Mind Shadows And Hurt

sorrows and deep woe
invisible the dark foe
echo of sad night

Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-202-
Haiku, ( When A Dark Reality Bites )

I like this Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I like this Robert

Thanks. I had to edit the poem. So I then edited the quote you posted.
I previously had presented the wrong version-- the one with the wrong syllable count.
Got mixed up because I had gotten a long phone call about an old friend that is very ill.
Forgot to grab the newer, edited version to present. My bad. Sorry.
The first unedited version was my original brain child thought but it did not meet accurately
the 5-7-5 syllable count needed to be a true haiku.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fantastic Day In June Many Decades Ago

breakfast, coffee, toast
morning rays, front porch ablaze
bright moonlit window

Robert J. Lindley, 5-28-2020
Haiku, ( As A Peaceful Calm This Soul Found )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Season In 1975

lake, fish, cool waters
forest trail, long summer day
snow white city streets

Haiku, 5-29-2020
( No turning back the clock )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Triple haiku's


When Life Looks Above The Dusty Ground

ancient worn trial
mountain cabin far above
thunder, cloudy skies

Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020
haiku


Hope In A Fisherman's Heart

sunken boat, lake view
canes and bank, heavy waves meet
red sun and shadows

Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020


When Mother Nature, Looks On

stop sign, empty street
city skyscrapers, teeming crowd
lonely fox sees all

Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Memories And Past Scenes

bright white winter snow
cloud covered hills far below
days, Boracay beach

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2020
Haiku

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Northeast Of Home And Hearth

boat dock and lake view
summer foliage and new boat
concrete jungle, June night

Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2020
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Haiku-Triples,
(Poems Born From Seeking Nature's Golden Treasures)


In Mother Nature's Garden

blue sky and noon sun
flowing stream bubbling along
campfire, fish dinner

Robert J. Lindley, 6/14/2020
Haiku


As Nature's Treasures So Gift

morning, deep forest
mother doe, new fawn nearby
sunrise and beauty

Robert J. Lindley, 6/14/2020
Haiku


When Nature Sings Its Soft Tunes

willows bending low
leaves falling to virgin ground
clear lake, fish flopping

Robert J. Lindley, 6/14/2020
Haiku


Note: These poems are born from a time
and a place in my youth that I once so
dearly loved to visit. Now four decades
later, I wonder would I ever see the same...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Poet's View

light of ashen sky
moon shadows and teardrop rain
sunrise, dawn waking

Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2020
Haiku, ( Longing for bittersweet days of ancient past )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gasping At Beauty Above And Tomorrow's Sweet Promises

night's glow, moonlit scenes
heavenly skies, brilliant orbs
dawn's sweet crisp new rays

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Haiku, ( Why the heavens and stars so inspire us )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

(Haiku Triples)

Views From Four Decades Ago


old dusty cabin
tree stump, beaver, sun bathing
owl sleeping next door


moss covered log
cool breeze and summertime swim
clouds holding off rain


sidewalk, dark city
large house with seven gables
lonely red-brick lane

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2020
Haiku, ( From dreams once dreamed to stark realities of time's march )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Haiku Triples


As Life Gives And Takes

new red bicycle
old chain, broken screwdriver
lonesome dusty road

Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2020
Haiku

******

Hot Day On A Desert Ranch

cowboy boots, new spurs
ranch, no cattle in the pens
empty skies, no stars

Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2020
Haiku

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Scenes Of The Fifties

fast motorcycle
drunk biker, leather jacket
rookie cop, slow car

Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2020
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In The Sweet Soothing Of A Discontented Soul

morn's breeze, cool beach sands
earth and sky, long shoreline touch
invisible hands

Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2020
haiku, ( As hope gifts light and truth )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Essence Of Beauty From Dark Night To Morn's New Light

lonely wind, cold night
silent owl survival flight
dawn's rays, morn's glory

Robert J. Lindley, 9-04-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nature, Life, Hope And Humanity

nesting bird, tall grass
hot day, no shade, barren tree
freshly mowed lawn

Robert J. Lindley, 9-05-2020
haiku, ( In for a penny , in for a pound )

[Abbey Marie]

Simple Thoughts, Profound Solution

World in great turmoil
Hatred and illness abound
Prayer is the answer

- Abbey 9/6/2020

[Black Diamond]

Simple Thoughts, Profound Solution

World in great turmoil
Hatred and illness abound
Prayer is the answer

- Abbey 9/6/2020

Things will turn out for good.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sad Look At Reality

deep darkness abounds
pit below bellows black mist
silence, songbirds flee

Robert J. Lindley, 9-06-2020
haiku, ( ill the wind that now blows )


Abbey my friend. Love your wonderful haiku!
It stirred me to write... God bless...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Morning Scene, Nature Usual Path Taken

winds whip fallen leaves
morning birds, sit in silence
car horn, distant sounds

Robert J. Lindley, 9/16/2020
haiku, ( A Quick Look To See)

[SassyLady]

Wake Up!

Black clad idiots abound
Skies sooty with ash
Silent majority awakens

Sassy Lady
September 16, 2020

Couldn't remember rules, but this was skipping around in my head so here it is.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wake Up!

Black clad idiots abound
Skies sooty with ash
Silent majority awakens

Sassy Lady
September 16, 2020

Couldn't remember rules, but this was skipping around in my head so here it is.

I love it. Great poem and great imagery.
Your poem has a syllable count of 7/5/9...
Rule for a haiku is a syllable count of, 5/7/5
I think yours is a very fine and creative poem that expresses a truth and does so with magnificent imagery and depths.
I would not change it all if it was mine.
As it stands so very well as is! ... A true pleasure to read.. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Scene, As Winter Hints At Coming

newfound leafblown ground
dawn, fox peering at my door
dogs barking far off

Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Off To A Wonderful Start

vacation relief
dark, blown tire, long winding road
trunk open, spare flat

Robert J. Lindley, 10-09-2020
Haiku


Note:
From a memory in 1977...
Friend had borrowed my car a couple weeks before, had a flat
after running over something in the road. Never informed me of that.
So there I was on a long trip to my vacation spot. Broke down
with two flat tires, at about 11 o'clock at night, on a deserted side road.
Had to walk about 3 miles back to find a house with a light on and knock on the door to get help.
I was lucky, an old man answered and instantly asked me if my car was pulled off of the road- I answered yes.
He then said, come on in, sleep on the couch there until morning, we'll get up, have breakfast and then get you fixed
right on up. Countryfolk, you gotta love 'em..
Next morning true to his word. He took me to my car, we grabbed my flat spare , then went to the nearest town , nearest opened tire service center and they had me ready to go quickly. He then drove me back to my car and even thanked me for giving him something to do.
As he lived alone(for the last 11 years he said), was 74 years old and was bored out of his mind.
I have forgotten his last name but his first name was Paul.
I then headed on to my vacation spot and met my girlfriend there as she drove in later that day.. -Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Sweet story, Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sweet story, Tyr
Yep, gotta love some of these old Southern gentlemen and the way they handle themselves.
The guy was a one hundred percent true Southerner, ready to help a stranger in need,
feed that person a great home-cooked Southern breakfast.
I offered to pay him but he adamantly refused. Simply told me to pass it on.
As I have myself done so, a great many times since. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

(I.)

Remembrance Of Youth

frozen pond, rock fence
fallen farmhouse, winter storm
Nature waits and smiles

Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2020
haiku

(II.)

In The Silent Moonlit Forest

first white blanket laid
trees laden with white gleamings
owl silently sits

Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Haiku Triples


Fall of 72'

long, old rusty nail
red barn in dire need of paint
oak tree with old swing

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2020
haiku


Summer of 73'

midnight, candlelight
eerie windblown window sounds
bright rays, July morn

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2020
haiku


Spring of 75'

old lakeside cabin
snow-white powder all around
new deer tracks, old path

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Reality, The Light, The Uncertainty

grey cold, the stone slab
distant hills, a smoky haze
waves soak rocky shores

Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

haiku triples, a look back at life

(1.)

A Serene Scene

old cabin and lake
bright moonlight, soft crashing waves
cool dawn, Nature rewards

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26-2020
haiku

(2.)

The Separation

bright frosty meadow
stream teeming with rainbow trout
city gutter grime

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26-2020
haiku

(3.)

On A Warming Spring Day

small boy, brand new kite
old man waiting at bus stop
white trees, melting snow

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Few Joyous Times That Dark Year

fireplace, soft glow warmth
white flakes floats beyond window
beach, sand and bright sun

Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Tragic Prophecy

sad sunset red glow
dark clouds, masquerading breeze
deep delusions reign

Robert J. Lindley. 1-27-2021\
Haiku

Note:
Imagery, and thoughts on current environment/culture/ citizens of this nation.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As The Ill Wind Blows

day is night, night gleams
black curtains, horrendous scenes
train wreck, tragedy

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2021
haiku

Note:
In the midst of darkness, a false light
beckons "ships" to their doom.


edit- A darkness created to serve an evil purpose.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time, Images And Echoes Of Life

old house, faded white
room, table, three broken chairs
Spring, meadows bright green

Robert J. Lindley, 2-02- 2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Glorious Weekend Pause

midnight moon, dreaming
dawn's splendor, hot black coffee
Saturday, no work

Robert J. Lindley, 2-25- 2021
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Summer Long Ago And The Ancient Campsite Found

old fallen cabin
muddy trail, steep hillside slope
sky, shimmering blue

Robert J. Lindley, 4-05-2021
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Bright And Wonderful June Day

steeple, old church bell
golden sunrise Sunday morn
tree, hungry squirrel

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2021
haiku

[SassyLady]

I See You

Sad eyes, broken heart
Have patience my child, God knows
You are innocent

SassyLady
April 17, 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I See You

Sad eyes, broken heart
Have patience my child, God knows
You are innocent

SassyLady
April 17, 2021

An exceptionally beautiful and deep haiku my friend!
Such as is desired in any haiku and one that you definitely delivered on! :clap::clap::clap:==Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Fervent Wish And The Sincere Prayer

cold snow, old hunter
old trail, cabin far away
prayer at sunset

Robert J. Lindley, 8-22- 1997
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Going Fishing

cool soft earth, bare feet
morn's dew glistening bright, bright
old farm, memories

Robert J. Lindley, 5-16-2021
haiku


Note-
Recalling a weekend fishing experience that a
young lad once had. And how fast life flies...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Winter Night At The Old Cabin



white banks, frozen stream

trees staring at naked limbs

full moon smiling down

Robert J. Lindley,

haiku,

( poetic thoughts from a scene never forgotten)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back When Youth And Life Was Simpler

old rusty bucket
sunny day, red barn, tin roof
stroll down trodden path

Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2021
haiku


Note-

Back In The Autumn Of '73

Born from a memory this scene
rooster crowed, the peacock's preen
set the stage for a summer trek
hope alive, but barely a speck
and life its great mysteries hid
auction on, I made my first bid.

Discovery was the youthful aim
life was then thought to be a game
yet world had far different plan
to educate with pain this man
and that by way of a love lost
coming as flowers fear the frost.

What was sent was taken away.
Agony lives until this day.

R. J. Lindley
Snap sonnet- ( The dark that comes and oft overwhelms )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Summer of "68

old rusty hammer
pond, broken dock, leaky boat
youth, farm, summer chores

Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youth, A Fond Memory, Vanished Times

sled, hill- heavy snow
children- braving Winter's cold
sand, beach, vacation

Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2021
haiku- ( a blessing to remember such times )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life, Seasons And Sweet Release

needle, thread, old coat
shimmering winter snow drifts
summer sun, beach sand

Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2021
haiku,

[Abbey Marie]

Hi Robert!
Can you explain why you sometimes like to use opposite imagery in your Haiku? Like snow and summer sun in one Haiku. You know I like to write these too, and I’m always looking to learn.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hi Robert!
Can you explain why you sometimes like to use opposite imagery in your Haiku? Like snow and summer sun in one Haiku. You know I like to write these too, and I’m always looking to learn.


First in my poem was --

-------JUXTAPOSITION-------

A very strong technique that is to take two distinct images and put them together in the poem. This is called the Juxtaposition Technique. The purpose of the technique is to express a certain relationship between the two images that lead to a certain realization or understanding.

Accordingly, there are three types of relationships produced with the juxtaposition technique: similarity, contrast, and association. With similarity, the two juxtaposed images express a sameness with each other. For example, consider this poem by Buson:

misty grasses,
quiet waters:
it’s evening

Here, the “misty grasses” and the “quiet waters” play a similar, and reinforcing, role in contributing to the image of a calm, pleasant evening.

With contrast, the two images juxtaposed express a stark difference, producing a sense of irony. For example, read this haiku by poet Yamaguchi Seishi:

summer grass:
the wheels of a locomotive
come to a stop

Here, we see the strong contrast between something natural (grass) and something unnatural (the locomotive). The irony here is that although the poem is written in haiku form, which traditionally glorifies nature, the focus of the poem shifts from nature to machine, which detracts from the beauty of the grass.

Next , with association, one image relates to another in an unusual or enlightening way. Take, for instance, this poem by Issa:

people scattered
the leaves too scattered
and spread

Issa here associates the scattered people with the scattered leaves, perhaps alluding to the scene of a grave-site, with an array of tombs, and leaves scattered and spread atop these sites. Thus, the association provides the reader with a sense of desolation.


In many of my haiku's, I use one, or two or even three of the main techniques in the same haiku...
And always extremely important is -- IMAGERY...--Tyr


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edit --

needle, thread, old coat
shimmering winter snow drifts
summer sun, beach sand


needle thread old coat, -- symbolizes--being bare ill equipped for the conditions or else life


shimmering winter snow drifts -- symbolizes-- being in the elements- in a bad state although its beauty yet exists


summer sun, beach sand -- symbolizes -- the contrasting imagery, the wish the person may be thinking- and the pleasure of that scene and warmth.


That is the bare bones of it my friend.
There is much more , in that poem. I will leave that to the reader to find-t o cipher out, to imagine--to seek.... . -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Visit

white stone, sad morning
fresh mowed grass twixt the rows
bright sun, soft cool breeze

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dawn, A New Day And A Wonderful Start

table, broken spoon
breakfast on a sunny morn
coffee, hot and black

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2021
haiku

[Mika-El]

Some think it is a men's cologne.....;)--Tyr

Lol I respect your rythm and writing. It smells good to me. I don't know much but I like te rythm of Haiku it reminds me of a calming breeze or wind.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Season And The Old Farm

old garden, bare ground
frost on the fallen mailbox
breakfast, eggs, bacon

Robert J. Lindley, 6-21-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beneath Expanse, Glorious Earthen Skies

cold pavement, late night
moonlit trees, Heavenly glows
old owl, frighten mouse

Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Glimmering, Shimmering And Flaming Sweet

her eyes, shining pools
her kissing lips luscious red
desert at high noon

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On A Glowing Bright Summer Day

bright morn, wooden fence
young colt, wide open meadow
boy, red bicycle

Robert J. Lindley, 6-26-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Image, The Inner Reaches Of The Mind

sandy land, windswept
oasis, wet evergreen
silent cat leapt

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Much Needed Rest, Delayed Production

two old broken plows
flowering meadow, bright morn
farm-boy sleeping late

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09--2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

So Very Peaceful On A Splendid April Morn

little red wagon
cool morn, kids, park playground full
new flowers sprouting

Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time, Beauty And America

new pair baby shoes
old weathered bomber jacket
patriotic shirt

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A HOKKU

I
Of Nature and man
What tragedy, sorrows wrought!
Wept, dawn cries its truth

II
Autumn colors pale
White sidewalks heat mother earth
Sad, winds and morn's glow

III
Earth and sky falter
Rivers flood with flowing trash
Blinded, mankind plays

IV
Beneath oceans dark
Life its beauty imperiled
Greed, man bows to gold

R.J. LINDLEY
7-18-2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Ravishing Beauty And The Price Paid

party, bright red dress
flowers and diamond necklace
Sunday hangover

R. J. Lindley, June 2nd, 1979
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

First posting, first example...--Tyr


A reversing- interlinked and a triple set of 7,5,7


The Hanging

calm that sad morning, his death
airy winds blew past
a pause, a gasp, a short breath

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2021

*******

The Aftermath

swinging slow the dangling rope
mindful of its load
straight down, no inclining slope

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2021

*******

No Small Deed, Death

The huge crowd shuffling away
the cheap thrill vanished
to live so wild, someone pays

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2021

A new form, I have again been working on this month
after abandoning it about 10 years ago....
Syllable count 7-5-7-- interlinked, inter related --three separate poems'--
with 1st and third verse rhyming in each poem...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

***************************************
Edit- 8-01-2021



Second posting........


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

*******

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

*******

Waiting For The Moon's Beauty


red sunset, soft burnished rays
waiting sensation
harvest from another day

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Revelation

black rock, cracked ledge
misty heights over abyss
soft clouds, early dawn

Robert J. Lindley, 8-08-2021
haiku

Note:
These times, they are a'troubling...
a'rumbling, a'tumbling, a'stumbling
along.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Willful Blindness

turtle, pond and life
ostrich, head buried in sand
black snake in the grass

Robert J. Lindley, 8-13-2021
haiku

*******

Treasured Memories, Youth And Its Discoveries

trail, old fallen log
morn's dew- sunshine parading
treasure and past times

Robert J. Lindley, 8-13-2021
haiku

*******

From Dark Times, Fate's Blackened Hands

broken heart, old farm
summer heat and death coming
death and darkness win

R.J. Lindley, June 9th, 1970
haihku


Note:
Some things can never be forgotten...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Southern Morn, Summer 1967

white cracked sidewalk
sleepy Sunday morning blues
cotton blooms glowing

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku,

********

Farm Chores Completed And Supper Calling

pond, weeping willows
snake basking on floating log
soft, red unset glow

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku,

*******

The Relic, Old Times Past

breeze, maple flutters
blackbirds feast on fallen grain
old empty farmhouse

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku,

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Twenty-one Scenes Of Life And Poetic Thoughts


Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2019
Note: These were written and not presented here until now. I do so enjoy writing Haiku. A challenge writing in such few words yet capturing a scene, a memory and piece of life and then casting it upon paper. I hope you may enjoy these as much as I did in the composing of them.

Twenty-one Scenes Of Life And Poetic Thoughts

That Resplendent Scene

winter white landscape
frozen limbs on ancient trees
old snowshoes ready

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 12-08-2015

Fleeing Visions

dark shadows, death waits
sun burst upon bright new dawn
moonlight on lake shore

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-09- 2017

Beautiful

two dogs fast asleep
clouds in a dark stormy sky
dawn's breeze soothes the soul

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-08-2018

Time, And Reality

old dry riverbed
broken limb, hard frozen ground
sun-perch, ocean breeze

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-30-2018

As The Wind Blows

seven broken jars
red barn full of dead tractors
night, brightest full moon

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 5-31-2018

Time and Its Sad Afterglows

porch swing, one old dog
green pasture and fallen barn
dawn's light, empty house

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-11-2018

As The World Turns

dawn's break, fallen bird
sunset, distant hills aglow
midnight news report

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-13-2018

Where Light and Dark Part

windows, light fading
bright altar set to atone
dusty red crossroads

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-17-2018

An Ancient Image

shadow at the door
field crop of long golden grains
fast horse, no saddle

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-21-2018

Solitude And Time's Slow Arc

two cats, one dead mouse
empty white wagon, blue house
sunset's reddish glow

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 6-22-2018

Life Views

high trail, rocky ledge
winter's beauty, snowy ground
fallen tree, red plums

Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2018
Haiku, 6-27-2018

Things That Truly Delight

hot cup of coffee
noon sun, flower blossoms red
moon, sky gleaming bright

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku,

Seen And Unseen

new birth, its beauty
sorrows darkest shadow shown
ancient forest burned

Robert J. Lindley
Haiku,

Seen And Noted

foggy dawn, old road
new car grill, dead butterfly
short sunset shadows

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-21-2018

Wilderness Found

blue sky, whitest clouds
old trail, ancient woods burnt
empty house, sad scene

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 7-31-2018

What Time Yields

apples, red in sun
evening's pallid shadows
horseshoe prints, old barn

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 8-08-2018

To Ponder

silent moonlit pond
volcano lava cooling
kids's lemonade stand

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 2-22-2019

Bright Summer Morn

ancient hammer
silent owl in old barn loft
children fast asleep

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 2-27-2019

Summer At Lakeside Cottage

ravishing dessert
mud puddles on the dirt road
old picnic basket

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 3-16-2019

Life And Nature Scene

small secluded pond
seven snow-white swans nearby
small child, kite, wind'

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, 3-02-2019

Time And Advancing Destruction

well trodden game trail
ancient trees towering tall
field crops edging in

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2019
Haiku, 3-30-2019


Robert J. Lindley,
Presented, 4-01-2019


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sad And Lonesome Scene

old plank, termite holes
farm, old paths to empty pond
dead forest, lost hope

Robert J. Lindley, 9-01- 2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Small Town View, Time Flows Ever Onward

old cracked sidewalk
summer morning, soft cool wind
weekend looking back

Robert J. Lindley, 9-05-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sweet Morning Delight

hot coffee and dawn
out the window, mowed lawn
bacon smell, yum yum

Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youth, A Lonely Day And A Wish Once Made

old fence, red robin
summer afternoon sunset
dreaming, future life

Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2021
haiku

[Juicer66]

First ever attempt , trying for 5-7-5


The channel breeze dozed

Dazed its napping lunch time guests

Choked while gently swallowing .


Three minutes . Need to take longer .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

First ever attempt , trying for 5-7-5


The channel breeze dozed

Dazed its napping lunch time guests

Choked while gently swallowing .


Three minutes . Need to take longer .

Not bad but the syllable count is incorrect for a standard haiku..
As is yours is 5, 7, 7.
Remove the word-- "gently".. And it fits the bill.- 575

The imagery is great, the depth is on the mark.
All the creation would need is correcting the last verse and giving it a title..

Title of poem in haku takes on an extremely important role of description and adding to the deeper purpose, enhanced imagery and message sent with the piece, imho.-Tyr

[Juicer66]

Nice encouragement . Thanks -- even if you privately think it is crap .

Counting obviously went wrong in line three --- a touch of CDC syndrome .

Will think of a Title .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once When Life Was Simpler

bright shiny penny
pair of shoes, about three bucks
faded memories

Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Real, Imagined And Appreciated

dreams of Nature's gifts
golden castle, mountain top
Fall, harvested fields

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22- 2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life Moving Ever Onward

one broken gold band
empty house, new motorcycle
fast flowing river

Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2021
haiku

[Juicer66]

Life Moving Ever Onward

one broken gold band
empty house, new motorcycle
fast flowing river

Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2021 haiku


Personal upheaval ?

Empty house is a bleak picture .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Personal upheaval ?

Empty house is a bleak picture .


Inspiration for the poem came from life far back in 1977....
empty house-- is a very descriptive image for destruction of a marriage....
44 years ago, my life took a bad turn due to things I had zero control over.
I survived that eventually and she went on to live a hellish life.
Tis why I hate so dearly drug use, she let it rule and ruin her life...---Tyr

[Juicer66]

Inspiration for the poem came from life far back in 1977....
empty house-- is a very descriptive image for destruction of a marriage....
44 years ago, my life took a bad turn due to things I had zero control over.
I survived that eventually and she went on to live a hellish life.
Tis why I hate so dearly drug use, she let it rule and ruin her life...---Tyr


Thanks for the background behind the word pictures .

Addictions are invariably monstrous . Perhaps I have been lucky so far -- Cherry pie and jellied eels . But not together !

[Abbey Marie]

Nice encouragement . Thanks -- even if you privately think it is crap .

Counting obviously went wrong in line three --- a touch of CDC syndrome .

Will think of a Title .

I had the same problem when I started. In my case, I get excited about edits I make to the Haiku, and forget to recount.

[Juicer66]

Foolishly moving to Opus 2 .


Sucked Dry by a Stare

Sun facing flower
Heat grilled with eternal glare .
Blind to the Shadow

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From Front Porch, A Clear Early Morning View

ground, leafy landscape
cold air, winter on the way
squirrel, fallen acorns


Robert J. Lindley, 11-09- 2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Life, Years Flown By And A Deeper Look

old violen, sad song
summer party at the beach
ghost town, tumbleweeds

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Contemplation, Peering Through The Darkness

paper, no ink pen
old bottle of fine whiskey
dawn, life a new day

Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Memorable Summer Scene

dark road, stormy sky
no seven spanish angels
midnight call, ahead

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Very Simple Insight

drink from wisdom's cup
yet the heavens offer more
than sleep, wink and nod

Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From Youth, Hope And Past Better Days

quarter, dime, penny
time, nineteen seventy-two
six dozen roses

haiku, 11-26-2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Summer Days Of Nineteen Seventy-Two

decaying blacktop
nineteen fifty-five chevy
escape from the farm

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2021
haiku

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Summer Days Of Nineteen Seventy-Three

pretty girl, beach sand
super tan, bright red bikini
one long, sweet, sweet night

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2021
haiku


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Winter Days Of Nineteen Seventy-Four

new home, winter snow
new wife, sweet paradise found
youth and its treasures

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2021
haiku


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Three haiku, inspired from a phone conversation I had with
an old friend today. We spoke of the good times of the 1970's
and how damn wild we both were back then and the miracle
that we both survived the other bad times--which were also aplenty... --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youth, Nineteen Sixty-Nine, A Wet Spring Day

old abandon plow
meadow flowers, river stream
splashed muddy road

Robert J. Lindley, 12-10-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Past, Future And A Beautiful Landscape

old , long dark tunnel
in distance, train whistle blows
morn's rays on meadow

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Time Brings On A Bit Of Hope

Christmas tree bright green
fireplace and lights soft glowing
dark year near its end

Robert J. Lindley, 12-18-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Christmas Eve Morning And Sweet Memories

mistletoe, a kiss
childhood, snowball fights I miss
memories of this

Robert J. Lindley, 12-24-2021
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Worms Needed For A Fine Fishfry

one broken shovel
fish biting, sweet summer day
Saturday morning

Robert J. Lindley, 12-27-2021
haiku

Note-
Ten years old, 1964- we used an old plow to dig.
Got them worms and got them fish too.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Void Between Sadness And Purest Beauty

pity, dying rose
waning moon, vanquished love
speckled, newborn fawn

Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sad Reality And This World's New Phase

no sweet golden streets
no dawn gleaming its promise
path, tarnished dreams

Robert J. Lindley, 1-14-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Into The Depths Of Life, A Revelation Found

one old rusty nail
old horse, put out to pasture
newly paved road

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Tragic War Wages Without End

breath cold as hard ice
she said, "darling love you", thrice
a truth would be nice

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Added simply for my 200th reply in this thread.
Composed on the spot this haiku.....

A True And Divinely Sent Gift

beauty, powers sent
to princess, heart fluttering
dark chains, thus removed

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life, Never Easy, And Often Fouled

hot, thirsty desert
oasis, clear cool water
city garbage dump

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Winter's Icy Grip, And A Lonely Dawn

newly, frozen lake
deserted shoreline shadows
one half-sunken boat

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Pitiful Reality Of Time And Infinite Sorrows

green pastures, dawn's glow
future scenes of lonely night
pale moon, shadows fall

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku, ( Wherein A Battle Rages On )


This very short poem is all that I can muster now of my lifelong writings...
Sad....--Tyr

Whereas once many centuries ago, writing could ease my pains and help heal me- now it seems to be a negated exercise and thus not so...

EDIT-

On this darkened battlefield, I perish a thousand times a day...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What The Old Poet Therein Saw And Felt

old tree, broken limbs
forest, lost so sadly bleak
river frozen hard.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-331- 2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Anticipation Of Light That Gifts Needed Sight

eager for new light
cascading glory to come
dawn, its promise - hope

Robert J. Lindley, 4-01- 2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And The Campaign Ever Onward Rode

table, broken leg
chicken dinner, no feathers
owl hoots, who, who, who

Robert J. Lindley, 4-07- 2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Another Coin, Another Heartache

why comes summer frost
icy chill and grievous pain
cold, the hand that slays

Robert J. Lindley, March 19th, 2022
haiku

Note:
Referencing-Greek mythology, "Charon's obol"== coin


Charon's obol - Wikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Charon's_obol

'Ghost' coins and crosses — Charon's obol is an allusive term for the ""coin"" placed in or on the mouth of a dead person before burial. Greek and Latin ...
‎Terminology · ‎In literature · ‎Archaeological evidence · ‎Religious significance

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeing Within The Shades Of Dark And Growing Gloom

two dented tin cups
three-legged table, no food
war, famine, sickle

Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking Ahead With A Much Keener Eye

forest, empty gun
fast horse, old broken saddle
distant mountain peaks

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku

[Abbey Marie]

Life’s harsh dealing
Our hearts’ compassion giving
Warrior standing

-for Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life’s harsh dealing
Our hearts’ compassion giving
Warrior standing

-for Robert


Wherein The True Character Show'eth

kindness, a virtue
heart's truth a majestic crown
friendship a blessing

Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2022
haiku

For Abbey

[Abbey Marie]

Wherein The True Character Show'eth

kindness, a virtue
heart's truth a majestic crown
friendship a blessing

Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2022
haiku

For Abbey


Thank you Robert. :hug99:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On A Massive Horror Being Accepted Or Else Ignored

sixty-three million
no graves seen, no chance to live
organized murder

Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2022
haiku

---
This shall not go unpunished, imho....
Divine punishment cannot be avoided...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life, Oft The View Really And Truly Sucks

hot, riverbed dry
asphalt a bright gleaming black
pan empty, no pie

Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To One Day, Wake Up To See

one unloaded gun
farm, working daylight to dark
youth, vanishing mist

Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Vanished Years Of Youth And Heavy Toil

dawn, splintering light
lunchbreak, farmwork left behind
red sunset, reprieve

Robert J. Lindley, 6-4- 2022
haiku

Note:
A snapshot of a time in South, the 1960's
and the life of a poor, farmboy longing
for a much brighter future.. RJL

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My first poem in 8 days...Tyr

************************
O' Can You See By Ever Growing Blight


O' can you see by ever growing blight
dimming stars of inspired leftist night
stuttering incoherent words he speaks
scattered brained fool whose head so leaks
and lemmings that see a hero to praise
as on leftist filth they contently graze.

O' can you hear the mad fool muttering
sent by filth to do such lame utterings
a hollow shell of a corrupted ass
that blames another for high costs of gas
and lemmings that see a hero to praise
as on leftist filth they contently graze.

O' can you pray that buffoon fades away
that our children may see a brighter day
and truth and light to us sooner returns
before those filthy pigs, more cities burn
and lemmings that see a hero to praise
as on leftist filth they contently graze.

O' can you hear that mad fool muttering
sent by filth to do such lame utterings.

Robert J, Lindley, 6-21-2022
Sonnet form ( Truth about the darkness now ruling this nation )

Note:
Sometimes ya just gotta spit it out there
because great darkness, utter stupidity and massive corruption
rules the day..--Tyr

*****

And no, this is not a haiku...
It just came to me and I simply blasted it onto the screen...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Earth, Mankind, Greed, Sun And Time

old, decaying stump
forest devoid of action
hot, concrete jungle

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Sweet Memory From Youthful Years Past

blue waves, sandy shore
soft cooling breeze, sun shining
distant ship fading

Robert J. Lindley, 7-03-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Vast Room With A True Nature Lit View

rainbow, thirsty trees
new cornfield, old dying town
mountain looking down

Robert J. Lindley, 7-08-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Sip Of Wisdom Is Needed

very small tin cup
well full of muddy water
dark horizon, storm

Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2022
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Farmhouse And Barn, Beyond Any Repair

silver spoon broken
old kitchen unholy mess
cracked foundation

Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2022
haiku...


Note:
When power corrupts and government stops hiding its real agenda/face...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Looking Boldy Through The Magic Mirror

sun and willows dance
Nature sings right on along
life is hope and chance

Robert J. Lindley, Sept 01, 2022
haiku


Seen That Summer From A Look At Heaven

here below, slow stream
life cascading towards dawn
love, hopes and sweet dreams

Robert J. Lindley, Sept 01, 2022
haiku


A Vision, A Gaze Into Searching Soul

within trinity's
holy star, light outward flows
there, eternity

Robert J. Lindley, Sept 01, 2022
haiku


Note:
When Dawn And Blessings Both Enter Ones' Life

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Very Much Needed Nice Vacation

broken down motel
long highway, destination
sandy beach awaits

Robert J. Lindley, 7-20- 2023
haiku

[AHZ]

A Very Much Needed Nice Vacation

broken down motel
long highway, destination
sandy beach awaits

Robert J. Lindley, 7-20- 2023
haiku
humans scream and yell
for no apparent reason
gaia does not care

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

humans scream and yell
for no apparent reason
gaia does not care

Say, that is a very good haiku. Do you ever write poetry?
Sonnets, rondeau, quatrains, and other poetry forms etc.?-Tyr

[AHZ]

Say, that is a very good haiku. Do you ever write poetry?
Sonnets, rondeau, quatrains, and other poetry forms etc.?-Tyr


I do a little of a lot of things.

succinctness is my thing.

brevity is the soul of wit.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I do a little of a lot of things.

succinctness is my thing.

brevity is the soul of wit.

Well, your haiku was a very good one. Intelligence leads its hand and its magnificent powers to the writing of good poetry.
I've been composing serious poetry since age 17. I actually started at age 15 but I do not count those first 2 years because it was not yet a true passion with me.
So that makes my serious writing 52 years long now since I am now 69 years old . God bless.

[AHZ]

Well, your haiku was a very good one. Intelligence leads its hand and its magnificent powers to the writing of good poetry.
I've been composing serious poetry since age 17. I actually started at age 15 but I do not count those first 2 years because it was not yet a true passion with me.
So that makes my serious writing 52 years long now since I am now 69 years old . God bless.
that's awesome.

i've written way too many words on forums over that last 25 years. i used to be the most neoconny globalist dipshit on the internet under a previous name. now im trying to undo the damage.

I love the written word.

not that it matters much but have you ever sold any writing for demon money?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

that's awesome.

i've written way too many words on forums over that last 25 years. i used to be the most neoconny globalist dipshit on the internet under a previous name. now im trying to undo the damage.

I love the written word.

not that it matters much but have you ever sold any writing for demon money?

No not yet I have not. But I have had several poets that have sold their works for money and been in print tell me that a great many of my poems are good enough to sell. And a retired publisher has been urging me to do my own book. She has been telling me that for 12 years now. I just never get around to selecting poems from my well over 3,000 poems and actually doing it. I just may end up doing that this year. God bless.

[AHZ]

No not yet I have not. But I have had several poets that have sold their works for money and been in print tell me that a great many of my poems are good enough to sell. And a retired publisher has been urging me to do my own book. She has been telling me that for 12 years now. I just never get around to selecting poems from my well over 3,000 poems and actually doing it. I just may end up doing that this year. God bless.
go for it.

[AHZ]

I love charles bukowski


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there are worse things than
being alone (https://www.definitions.net/definition/alone)
but it often (https://www.definitions.net/definition/often) takes decades (https://www.definitions.net/definition/decades)
to realize (https://www.definitions.net/definition/realize) this
and most often (https://www.definitions.net/definition/often)
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing (https://www.definitions.net/definition/nothing) worse
than
too late.
Charles Bukowski

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I love charles bukowski


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being alone (https://www.definitions.net/definition/alone)
but it often (https://www.definitions.net/definition/often) takes decades (https://www.definitions.net/definition/decades)
to realize (https://www.definitions.net/definition/realize) this
and most often (https://www.definitions.net/definition/often)
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing (https://www.definitions.net/definition/nothing) worse
than
too late.
Charles Bukowski







I am a great fan of Bukowski, although many poets consider his poetry rude and crude- it is not says I.
He was down to earth and did present his poetry=== just about like he lived.
His poems present the darker side of life. Taverns, prostitutes, gambling , whoring, drinking etc. The way he lived.
He had truly brill8iant mind..... --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On The Western High And Most Rocky Trail

I saw the bitter
edge of the mountain's high rim
the desert hit hard

Robert J. Lindley
haiku, 7-20-2023

[AHZ]

I am a great fan of Bukowski, although many poets consider his poetry rude and crude- it is not says I.
He was down to earth and did present his poetry=== just about like he lived.
His poems present the darker side of life. Taverns, prostitutes, gambling , whoring, drinking etc. The way he lived.
He had truly brill8iant mind..... --Tyr


the truth in his poetry is amazing.

just like how....most things are bullshit.

[AHZ]

more bukowski


The Genius Of The Crowd (https://allpoetry.com/The-Genius-Of-The-Crowd)
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

the truth in his poetry is amazing.

just like how....most things are bullshit.

Correct poetry exposes bullshit. Any poet that does not exposes the basic nature of mankind as hate and lie is not doing his job very well. imho.
Bukowski lived his life exactly the way he wanted too live it. And truth is he suffered greatly for that act of rebellion. His poetry to me is real, in its grittiness, in its dirty themes and animalistic urges. To me, he rejected most of mankind/world and its principles because they are lies. And yes, he had a truly brilliant mind. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Searching, A Hot Summer Day

two old rusty nails
red barn, eighteen dead cattle
green grassy meadow

Robert J, Lindley, 8-02-2023
Haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Way Of This Very Wicked World

one old cannonball
Spanish military flag
schoolkids playing jacks

Robert J. Lindley, 8-02 , 2023
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Gypsie Luck, My Own Weaken Steps Retrace

I walked in shy shadows leaving not a trace
dawn birthed winds carried a rose-fragrant smell
pleased, accepting what is owed, no disgrace
rivers of joyous happiness, I could not tell.

After illumination, shadow was to pass
I walk forward to find that, my paradise place
I was not born to be an ordinary lass
and with Gypsie luck, my own weaken steps retrace!

Hold this thought, the future may even more hurt bring
tho' no cloud could it powers follow to defy
and the flaming desert provides its scorpion stings
I see Gods have given me a beautiful sky.

This heart, this soul, flies forth into eternity
whilst time flies onward into its infinity
whilst hope promised me happiness and much more
And truth truly is, love promised a huge score.

Robert J. Lindley, original 1980
16 verse sonnet,
Rhyme, new 2023 Aug. 02

Note: This was as much as I could remember of an older(early 1980's) and much longer poem that was composed back then. The original was quite a bit longer.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams


From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned into a bevy of sunken ships
with the dried up bones below a sadden statement.

With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow
ironclad hills buried secrets sadder mysteries
impropriety ran in and melted wicked snow
starving for more people ate from empty granaries.

The wicked angels flew about on leaden wings
watching for the innocence of the golden truth
dawn's light erupted brought the small songbirds that sing
for hot romance and the vanities of our youth.

There in morning sun, hope circled enticing dreams.
Father time gave its fruit to fill the icy streams.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Feb 25th, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Modern Menagerie

one sleeping greyhound
circus clown with two right shoes
hopeless, drunk soldiers

Robert J. Lindley,
haiku
8-06-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Than The Grand Illusions Of Those Paradise Shores

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

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

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

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Short Summer Vacation And Schools Are Out

one old red tractor
bushel of corn at market
kid flying a kite.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-07-2023
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blistering Hot August Day On The Farm

humid and blue sky
life oft sucks, don't ask me why
seven ducks, one pond

Robert J. Lindley
haiku

Note:
This was written today -8-13-2023, born from a memory dredged up from 1969.
And that farm life that at age 15 I so dearly hated.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sometimes When The Good Life Is Very Hard

a good solid hello
life never is easy
Christmas brought us snow
these dishes are greasy.

farmhouse painted bright red
barn and horses good
chickens clucking to be fed
timber in the woods.

her heart is broke
no more sweet letters
she gone no joke
she was my betters.

Robert J. Lindley
poetry form is the---- "Cube"
this one is the--" tricube",
which is 3 cubes united.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fighting To The Last Resort

two pistols empty
knight's armor found all rusty
one soul surrender

Robert J. Lindley
haiku
8-14-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, August 24th, 1974
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Springtime And Farm Waiting For Its Harvest

three pigs a'sucking
red barn blown completely down
white corvette ready

Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, June 11th 1971


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