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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-21-2021, 06:35 PM
As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves

( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. )
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)


Years have waxed, waned and far flung since
Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires
Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense
Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires.

I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!

Life held mesmerizing, promising scenes
Mysteries youth thought impossible to solve
Such as why of colors in peacock's preen
Necessity of man's need to evolve.

I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!

In this gasping realm, with its dying race
We enter as loud wailing infant child
Earth without mortals would seem out of place
And Life dull, without our youth being wild.

I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!

Go we along paths oft Fate delivers
With its blessings, love-bursts dancing in
Amongst darkness, and soul racking shivers
Lie vagaries, pitfalls of mortal men.

I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Lest We Forget, Life Holds Many Treasures We Are Blind To )

New Revised Note:
Woe unto man whose eyes are sealed by that of his own hand
Whose spirit is tamed by apathy and indifference
And whose soul he takes no care to preserve.


Old note:
Date, 3-21-1977
As this world spins, its heartless cruelty astounds
Yet in my life, I can create no strong shield
To defeat its darkness and cast away its savagery that so truly confounds.


New Note: Explanation...
Date, 8-11-2019
This was written many decades ago.
As I've now done a major editing/rewrite-
it is basically a new poem, thus I give
this new poem as dated being created today.
Leaving the old note intact.. Best I can do
today to write is to edit old poems..
Sorry... and maybe even the old one was ok...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Juicer66
11-22-2021, 04:15 AM
Always look at your latest postings . The site needs some insight and wisdom .

On a general basis . I never knew John Keats died aged only 25 until a couple of days ago . And also trained as a Surgeon .


What a remarkable young man -- prompted to find out by some top-line research , after enjoying theatre that pictured the time before his decision to become a 'wandering poet' and leave

surgery for Rome and 'life' .

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-22-2021, 07:41 AM
Always look at your latest postings . The site needs some insight and wisdom .

On a general basis . I never knew John Keats died aged only 25 until a couple of days ago . And also trained as a Surgeon .


What a remarkable young man -- prompted to find out by some top-line research , after enjoying theatre that pictured the time before his decision to become a 'wandering poet' and leave

surgery for Rome and 'life' .

Keats was a truly amazing person. His poetry presented in his brief time writing rates in the highest poetic stratosphere.
I can only imagine what he would have given this world had he lived a full life. He, Shelley and Byron, all three died at a very young age.
Truly tragic loss for this dark and needy world, imho.
I always group Keats with Byron and Shelley as the triumphant three of poetry!
Poetry does indeed provide insight and wisdom within its massive number of poems, its very rich history- especially so in regards to the golden poets of old, imho.-Tyr