Dream Poetry

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death
Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone.

Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost
The dark unknown we rightfully fear most
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
We are but hope and shreds of broken bone.

Yet something rare exists in that first breath
Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown.

Can one live, love and thrive until ones death
Feeling the joy of each precious breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
One must live, love, not hide under a stone.

Dreams, imagination, write on, write on.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2020
Rhyme

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[SIZE=5]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

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Note- 11-18-2020
A distant voice, in a sweet dream thus spoke
With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke
Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key
With such as armor, one never has to flee.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death
Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone.

Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost
The dark unknown we rightfully fear most
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
We are but hope and shreds of broken bone.

Yet something rare exists in that first breath
Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown.

Can one live, love and thrive until ones death
Feeling the joy of each precious breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
One must live, love, not hide under a stone.

Dreams, imagination, write on, write on.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
Rhyme, (Born From Dream Poetry)

Note- 11-20-2020
A distant voice, in a sweet dream it spoke
With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke
Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key
With such as armor, one never has to flee.

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Golden Echoes And Quiet Serenity

Sweet memories, youth and glorious days
Dawn and the hours spent in Nature's abode
Life, love to be, coming romantic plays
Mysteries solved down the winding roads
Palaces found in dreams of sweetest tastes
O' the golden echoes of that first love
Rush and rushing, afraid- no time to waste
Sun beaming but soon storms ripping above.

Youth and glorious days, treasures of life
Soothing serenity of morn's first hour
A calming respite from yesterday's strife
Dear hope of youth and its happy towers
A fortress built to fight both time and fate
O' the blessings and delight of first kiss
No worries, no grief- the innocence we ate
Such gems of certainty, days we now miss.

Youth honey sweet with the wonders of yore
Twas' but a dream, a mere blink of the eye
Yet in this heart exist a hole it tore
Ripping the days before this soul may die.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
Rhyme ( Born From Dream Poetry)

Note:
A memory, a treasure to never release
Yes, time and fate this castle did invade
To tear asunder, consume piece by piece
Replacing heart's sweet glow with darkest shade.

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Pray I, A Prayer For My Sweet Release

All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
Marked by the raging roar headed my way
Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
A faster way of reaching break of day?
The walls vibrate with Dark dancing about
Through to window black-moon surrenders not
Golden beams to uplift, force darkness out
Before night's dark veil, heart feels the deep shot.

Clock ticking, these drowning hours penetrate
The feeble shield this olden soul has made
Calamity comes brought by hands of Fate
Into abyss, this weeping soul soon fades.
Pray I, a prayer for my sweet release
For an illuminated path to flee
Welcome beams of divine Light to gift peace
From the depths of this accursed wicked sea.

All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
Marked by the raging roar headed my way
Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
A faster way of reaching break of day?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020
Rhyme (Born From Dream Poetry)


Note:

With this recent break I have faced many obstacles in my path.

Serious medical issues both for myself and my beloved wife.

Writing was cast aside to deal with such but it never lets me walk away.

Soon poetry invaded my dreams and the harder I fought to flee the

More often it came to invade. I finally decided to write about the dreams

The memories that came in my dreams of my youth, my distant path on

this spinning blue marble. The first three poems are a start. How long

it continues is not currently known to me.

Maybe it stops now, or goes on for a while. Something had to give!

I had to let the words come and each poem gave me a release, a most

welcomed temporary spell of relief.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020
Rhyme, (Dream Poetry)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

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Such I believe is true my friend.
One can look at the magnificent poems of the great golden poets of old and then upon reading of their life history-see the connection - see they were so often writing of and about themselves in their creations.
And many of them wrote about their dreams...
As did Poe, Byron , Keats Shelley and many more.
Many, many of my past poems were about my dreams-- tho' I did not specify such in my notes..
-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Moment A Brave Warrior Was Reborn,
Part Four Of Dream Poetry, Write On, Write On


And the magic potion had golden rays of light
Lifesaving gift given to the wounded white knight
Its base formed from mercy and seeds of pure love
Channeled from the divine, high heavens above
Its glow spreading warmth, hearts renewed that could see
treasure rewarding the true spirit within he
Its blessing, a stout shield against darkest of blights
In that magical dark realm, indeed a rare sight!

As he lay healing, dreams again began to rise
Into battered body coming a great surprise
Insight into true-power of love, life and light
As healing body gifted magnificent might
He awoke from time in palaces of pure gold
Freed from thousands of evil lies he had been told
Last gifts were divinely wrought armor, sword and shield
Sent to insure he would never again have to yield!

First returning moments were of serenity
Cast back to the fray from of halls infinity
He stood there, seeing the bloody battle yet lives
His powers came from all he learned to forgive
A new man, reborn to stop these banquets of feasts
Those monsters coming forth from belly of the beast
With courage and a sincere prayer truly said
He went forth to destroy the Dark, cut off its head!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2020
(Rhyme/Narrative)
Fourth poem Born From, Dream poetry
Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Note:
I simply had not expected to return yesterday and
start this continuation of my first dream poetry
offering. Yet the inspiration had a power of its own,
My soul was then forced to obey. My heart could
no longer run away. Truth and Light again held sway.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020