A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Twilight's Glow Nature Boldly Speaks


Soft twilight glow just before dawn's new birth
When sun and earth show, art for all its worth.
O' tender emotions- send not thy cries!
For Nature holds more than blue, blue skies!

As light sends shadows burrowing so deep
Furry animals wake from midnight sleep.
Rabbits and squirrels hop out to and fro
Songbirds sing and splash colors just for show!

When night approaches with sun setting reds
Nature's night creatures, out pops sleepy heads.
Mother owl hoots loud to let man this know
She is wiser than both raven and crow.

Man wakes each day to Nature speaking clear.
Precious life is great, if souls would but hear!

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 04-2017

Sonnet

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Note- From memory of scenes at lake cabin decades ago!
Entire area burned decades later from massive forest fire!
Such blessed scenes forever gone... gone... gone.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

True To Heart, An Old Poet's Solemn Vow

If I should but write somber thoughts in old age
Why not? Not much depth writing in newest rage.
If my many poetry books teach to see
they in sweet truth set my old, yearning heart free!

Twas' clear winter, cold stars upon my head shone
I felt chilling fists of cold, right down the bone.
Lead weights attached so firmly to rigid feet
Tasty word soups in puddles, no spoon to eat!

Halt! Cried the ever vigilant guard above
you must not stray off path, for we govern love.
In poetic words screamed, "hell no, not from me"
I walk well lit path, knowing I am free!

Then bold shot fired, burst old poet's aching heart
Stand on true principle, life one may depart!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
Sonnet form- Lin 11/11

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Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 125

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Am Laid Bare, Naked With Nothing To Hide

Just how much pain will thee, in hot anger inflict?
Enough that angels of mercy shall fall and weep?
Have I not paid for my faith being derelict,
this raging misery in which I can not sleep?

Thou hast broken my evil heart and pulled my claws
torn my betraying eyes from my black shrunken skull.
Made me blinded with strong drink, sleeping in horse stalls
now as lost ship, sinking with huge holes in its hull.

Will thee be sated, with destruction of past pride
extend thy soothing voice to sing again to me?
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide,
empty ship, tossed and sinking in a stormy sea.

How much more deep torment will thy mad revenge heap
on a dying soul, promising true love to keep?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016

Sonnet form - Lin 12/12

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 132

Written for my, A Poem A Day, Authored By Me , thread

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Be A Poet


With thoughts of poetry, here I begin
praying graceful gold verses never end.
Within tentacles of earth's space and time
poets create word-music in sweetest rhyme.

With true souls exposed, passion thus let flown
verbal treasures, best world has ever known.
Among clouds of romance and love deep thought
fly word kisses, free never to be bought.

Like the taste of raisins from the hot sun
poets birth them with blissful glee just for fun.
Within poetry's vast heavenly realm
poet masters, with words that overwhelm.

Forever, if lucky we shall be blessed.
My fate- to be one, this soul has now confessed.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-05-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Words: 102

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In His Palace Lay Treasures Never To Be Sold


In his palace lay bales of silk and heaps of gold
In arrogant pride he vowed to never grow old.
King that thought in vastness of wealth he had it all
Alas! He so lost, had yet to meet his downfall.

Had he not heard, warnings from heavenly skies
dire forebodings on selfish pride and bold black lies?
Yet on morn's blessed light, he rose to darkly walk
yield to vanity, in his sin, seed lying talk.

Then that reckoning day came as it was foretold
judgment brought, defeating plan to never grow old.
In denying a street beggar's request for bread
lack of pity consigned him to the future dead!

In his palace lay treasures never to be sold
for that lust, assured his soul would never grow old.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 12/12

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 130

Written for my , A Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Days Gifts, Nights Rest

Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
sunrise and school children begin to run about
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay
ever returning like beautiful rainbow trout

Lazy day fishing in shade by a favorite stream
ease and comfort that brings smiles galore
So peaceful almost seems a wonderful dream
bless me, bless me with many more

Each week brings many joys and sorrows
hard times spring about like a midday frog
Yet I yearn for ten thousand more tomorrows
floating down swift river like a newly fallen log

Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sweet Release In The Desert


Water splashing mightily into hungry eager soil.
Desert people see clear sign from the heavens
Sweet relief from day to day, dry and sandy toil
Carried out in a horrible year full of severe sevens!

Praise thee! For what reward was this flood sent?
Perhaps a life saved, a dear sweet child born
Or the crying and stored love that was spent
On magical dawning of this blessed new morn!

Above, white clouds show image of an angel singing
Cool winds now wash over thirsty tribe below
Now vanished, huge tears and sad hand wringing
For this miracle was, as great as Christmas snow!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pray I, My Eternal Love You See


Memory of you, skinny dipping at blue lake
darling, you beauty showed nothing was fake.
When guys ogled at poolside your sexy physique
imagined soft touch of your passion's mystique!

So much greater you are than just such sexy charms
In sweet embrace, our baby in your arms.
Nothing in this word, could that sight ever erase
Nor your contented smile upon bright, pretty face.

Sweetest purity in your early morning glow
heart's loving depth, pure as new fallen snow.
Tenderness in your voice, mark of your love's truest kiss
blessed home you make, pray I hold and never miss!

In this life, you are promised angel sent to me
With this verse, pray I, my eternal love you see!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017

Sonnet( romantic), Lin 12/10/12/12

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Total # Syllables: 162
Total # Words: 120

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink


After reading poems, I get started
I write as of old, on paper in ink.
Hours pass, before pen and I are parted
olden ways used, give greater depths to think!

After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks
on things that just may give, some sweet relief.
Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks
scribe true and often, is my firm belief.

After writing poems, soul finds comfort
in strangest way, very hard to describe.
Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort
gift is in your reading, no need to bribe!

New poems read, both happy and some sad
caused this poem, be it good or it bad.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seedeth True Love's Rebirth


Into thy tender heart, will again my light shine?
Dare I, in my last throes, beseech such great blessing?
Can thou findeth, mercy for this sad pleading soul,
Prove yet again, the wonder of thy heart divine!

Return love! Reward my quest to regain lost love!
As midnight dark, so is the hell thou hast sent me
Forbid thy anger its wrath and bone breaking blows
Reach thy hand to me, to raise this lost soul above!

I plead thee, giveth unto me thy sweet embrace,
With kisses that have forever held my sworn oath
Granting passage in thy resplendent paradise
In giving, this darkness shall flee leaving no trace

Into my aching heart, seedeth true love's rebirth
In thy honor and truth, I strive for all my worth!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 12/12

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 0 0 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 128

Written for my, "A Poem A Day Authored By Me", thread.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thy Whispers Of Hope And Tenderness

When softest whispers from thy precious lips
into this heart enter as treasured gold.
This thirsty spirit longs for those warm sips
as thy protection from this lonely cold.

When Nature's blue skies fill to sweet song
its birds painting the air with happiness.
We shall find our loving dreams brought along
with joy cakes, revealing jubilant bliss.

When Fate sends its earthly worries and cares
thy heart shall steel my hand to greatest deeds.
For bounty in thy soft heart always shares
hope and tenderness in thy loving seeds.

For thy voice sends fulfillment of my needs.
Harvest of love that stops my sorrow-bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-07-2016


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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 105

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Set I This Task, This Fine Morn

Set I, task to write about this cruel world's darkness
not so easy, for its true depths are wide and massive
Yet we, cut this evil world with light into the starkness
of poverty, starvation, and reactions far too passive!
Set I, TIME TO BEND MY PEN TO THIS IMPORTANT TASK
spray out a few words of love's enlightened hope
For to learn, to heal, we must first dare to dare to ask
why this darkness invades, surrounds every horoscope!

I found, Truth and Love to be the two golden keys
REALITY PROVES ONE MUST EXIST WITH THE OTHER
We may be lost fish swimming in storming black seas
yet always, we may look back to find the Love of Mother!

Set I, clear goal to write a few words as a gift to all
before my waiting soul, hears its final greatest call!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-24-2016
Sonnet.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Ancient Poet's Dying Plea

Let thy truest light shine',
for joy soothes longing heart.
Great and wise muse is thine',
may finest glee you impart!

Gift words sweet as daily bread,
sing out wise words well praised.
Other poets need to be fed,
united in voice all gets raised!

Hold dear thy tender, inner child,
wrap in warmth its softer glow.
May ye even write as one wild
just to let this world know!

Climb mountains for higher thoughts
for time and poet's faith never halts!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-06-2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heard Quiet In Its Soft-Whispered Approach

Poor old weathered James, his farm all he knew
Fine crop this year, hoping for no more bad.
Spring rains came and welcoming soft winds blew
Yet somehow he had found lonely and sad.

Through back door, he saw glowing red sunset
Heard quiet in its soft-whispered approach.
In his wild youth, farm was won on a bet
In old age, he heard wolves howl to encroach!

That night he vowed to sell that cursed place
Move away to live among city throngs.
Thinking, why had he blindly ran this race
In anguish he asked, mercy for his wrongs!

Dawn's bright rays soon upon his head did blast.
He rose smiling, past woes left in the past!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 117

Note- Dawn brings a new day. Optimism in a brighter future arriving, has saved many a man..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Scream It Out Thrice

Within a dream, song birds flying
Notes in bright blue floating right there,
Across oceans, millions dying-
Lets have our fun, dare not despair.

World's agony, birds are grounded
Fractured wings, cure for all our ills,
No high alarm, nothing sounded-
Sadly believe, all lying spills.

Deep pleading cries, echoes soon lost
In that dark din, where angels lay,
Everybody dies, world's high cost-
We must not think, wolves are at bay.

Stand to be proud, at dearest price
In for pennies, sell pounds of flesh
Say please help us, scream it out thrice-
dawn never comes, dark can refresh.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2016

Poetry form- Rhyme, Lin 8's

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Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 100