Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You Brought Love's Truth, The Brightest Light To Me
Inspired by the song- Calum Scott, Leona Lewis - You Are The Reason (Duet Version)

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You Brought Love's Truth, The Brightest Light To Me

You, you are the reason I became me
You brought the truth, the brightest light to me
You calmed the uproarious ocean
You stilled the turbulent emotion
Your tender heart gave its sweet loving glow
Your presence, your true love took me in tow
Your soft touch, your lips gave me sweetest kiss
Your beauty, your grace I do now so miss.

You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.

My love, my dear love, I cry here alone
My love, with my healed heart I have grown
My darling how your hope set me aright
My darling, your image sustains my night
My dear, I long for your angelic sight
My dear, you came vanquished this world's blight
My lover, your beautiful face I see
My lover, you were, are the best in me.

You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2022
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours



(1.)

Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee

Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose
No longer hide behind life's hidden pose
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans
Remember her, life's most beautiful rose
She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose.

Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee
Pray to Heaven to one day again see
Together walk those streets paved in gold
Hold each other always, never grow old
Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around
With you darling, forever by my side
In divine paradise wading love's tide.

Dare I ink the words, darling I love you
Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans.

Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )

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(2.)

As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours


As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours
Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield
Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers
For this world its angry powers refuse to yield
Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign
As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align
Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I
For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky!

Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again
As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief
Here walking through life, with overloads of pain
Crying out and at moment devoid of belief
Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword
Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be
Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes
Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea?

Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling
And darkness its turmoil dances into my head
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling
Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead
Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots
Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years
Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots
As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears?

Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling.
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling.

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Saw The Great And Mighty Wave


I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!

I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The revealing of a newborn fawn,
A mystery in Nature's golden sphere
O' what glory rises in each new dawn
And we mortals walk blinded in our fears!

I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The power of this world's dark abyss,
A dream that withers on the vine
Beauty in a rose, in a warm kiss
Sweet honey, love, love on which to dine!

I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From the Inside, Peering Out )


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Two gifted creations, born from dreams that were sent
and both gave a measure of blessed hope….

(1.)

He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost


He tread each new dawn, trepidation dancing right along
Where once was true valor and cast ink, now but saddest song
Yet in willowing air, that force followed with its power
Ever ready to counter, defend and knock down darken towers
Instinctively he knew, but the enemy knew that as well
Redoubled its attacks, making life again a living hell.

He read verse gifted by poets, those of such immense fame
Seen again, world is oft but a dungeon-life, but a cruel game
Yet in heart of heart, in depths of soul, his spirit cried
For waving Spring flowers, so mourned when Autumn dried
Am I, to be a fallen warrior- a sad vanishing ghost
Cast into ancient valley, to be its most reluctant host?

He bled, for life's gleaming, golden treasures now forever lost
That of innocent youth, life its heaving suffering costs
And what of that lifelong faith that somehow justice prevails
Those moonlit dreams, her love and its glory that never fails
Was it, was it - just vapor born from a disappearing dream
Or one of this wicked world's accursed and polluted streams?

And in that daze, that confused state- he unabashedly wept.
To himself thought- was he warrior-that from early grave crept?

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
( With each new word came a sigh, gleaming bit of hope- a gift )-RJL


"In the land of the blind, the one eyed jackal would be king,
And all - to "its magnificence", would dance and happily sing"-RJL


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(2.)

From A Great Distance, Love's Powerful Echo Calls


From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls
Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls
Within a forest fortress that once therein held
A love universe, tragically now felled
As love remembers, an angel that softly swore
Gave all, thus setting two souls on paradise shores.

From a great distance, love's powerful voice sings
Whilst the shattered heart and love shall always bring
Treasured memories of life, love and much more
That may temporarily repair hole, death has tore
Into love's bliss that sent to souls to beg for more.

From a great distance, love's powerful hand yields
Whilst Fate cries out no more, no more flowering fields
Yet within that somber thought, hope cries- please believe
Time heals and will conquer those fears that so deceive
A man, a lost soul- one lost within that abyss
A warrior, there dying- longing for one last kiss.

From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls
Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls
Within a forest fortress that once therein held
A love universe, tragically now felled
As love remembers, an angel that softly swore
Gave all, thus setting us both on paradise shores.

Robert J. Lindley,
( Born from a dream, a moment in our paradise recalled )


" In the land of hope, love sends its magnificent voice
As gifted blessing, reminding - to live again is a choice."


Note:

To some, writing is a bounty within an aching heart
with power to help, to begin to heal and therein
a blessing expressed in poetry- a light that has for
centuries shown mankind is far more than the savage
beast that he far too oft under this dark world's spell
treads upon paths of darkness and so blindly forgets
that hope, faith and love are shields that may bring
saving light to a broken and massively shattered soul.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Verse, As If Born From The Darkened Pen Of Poe

In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.

In the half-shadows, through dark surging rays
One finds fear, born of night not sunny day
Phantoms dancing to heart and soul invade
Ghastly, ravaging army on parade
Terror and angst- only mortals can conjure
All from blacken abyss- sent to injure.

In the half shadows, where pain is dark-seed
Always splattered red, as innocence bleeds
Wherein fear and doubt each quarrel to reign
Within castle walls, splashed with fresh stains
O' the pity, for hope is held at bay
For the show is always a bloody play.

In the half shadows, where soul is laid low
Are horrid fears, swirling about to grow
Winds and views - as if poet Poe had wrote
Ancient castles, ghosts, snake infested moats
Lands that terror flows and mortals await
World's evil touch, deep slashing hands of Fate.

In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From dreams, from lines read of Master Poe over these many decades )

Note: One
I was reading Poe last night, and somehow the dream that followed
tread into that darkened and murky realm. Of course, in the new light
of day- these verses were born with glimpses of that dream and its scenery.

""
Ex tenebris venit timor interior, qui inhabitat hominem et exspectat scaenam super qua ludendum est."" RJL

Note Two
https://poemuseum.org/the-fall-of-the-house-of-usher/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fall_of_the_House_of_Usher


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Again, Her In These Waiting Arms


That night, came a flight to the moon
Grand and certainly not too soon
The winds softly blowing from Mars
Majestic rays from twinkling stars
All around love was on parade
Left behind revolving charades
The shackles of a world gone mad
Landing on a new starship pad
Love had flowered month of June
Heavenly night sang right in tune.

Night, brought a beautiful reprieve
A lonely Adam found his Eve
Amidst star-beams, glittering sky
Such treasure no man could deny
She a true angel, sent to save
All in life, I would ever crave
Such blessing, a memory grand
Good-bye, I said- to earthen land.

What more could universe me give
Than to forever with her live
Enjoy the loving of her smile
The sweet of her colorful style
Yet Time its old clock had started
Its path, sorrow came- we parted
Now I tear up seeing night sky
Remember saddest of good-byes.

Yet now hope cites a future date
And love has demanded of Fate
To dare to universe' arm twist
Bring her back in a nightdream mist
Again, her in these waiting arms
Love's beauty, her smoldering charms
Joyful tears I cry on such nights
For Love gifts, most precious delights
That night, came a flight to the moon
Grand and certainly not too soon.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-31-2022
Romanticism,
( Dedicated to my angel watching from Heaven above )

Note- A joy to cherish her life, our love and that we shall
one future day meet again. A blessing to wake this dawn,
see her smile and thus so poetically feel and then write.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math

Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath
When in this wicked world, we could accept light's reprieve
By opening both heart and eyes to truth thus perceive
That darkness rests within our souls, all flesh is the same
That glaring fact, ensuing battles are no mere game.

Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Refusing diligence to do even basic math
When from within, we feel those hard-fought battles raging
It is a war and true enemies we are engaging
Thus 'tis folly to not recognize that fierce-some foe
And find, accepting evil allow darkness to grow.

Why this glaring reality do we too oft deny,
If not in our souls, darkness hides waiting to Light defy?

Robert J. Lindley, 11- 04- 1978,
edited 7-12-2003, 6-02-2022
Sonnet

Note:
Tis a somber reality that we too oft embrace life as a game,
Not seeing in youth, that it is our rashness we must tame.



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Let Dawn Its Sweet Embrace, Fit Me Like A Warm Glove


When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.

O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!

When spirit has been broken, life sees only black
Weeping soul asks, sincere prayer, please give her back
O' lord, please gift me courage, courage I now lack!

When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.

O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!

Robert J. Lindley, 3- 27- 2022


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Remember Me In This New Heavenly Flight

Last night, I saw her dancing in the Milky Way.
Her singing, while walking along Montego Bay.

And when seeing me her voice gave a low quiver
Hers tears sent a sadness, I began to shiver
Her heart next sung, dearest darling you are my all
We have our treasures, that with love we both recall

I am with you all the way
you'll come to me someday.

My sweetheart, let our eternal love hold you up
Dearest, this love-sent kiss comes from my loving cup
I know your crying heartbreak, please hold me tonight
And remember me in this new Heavenly flight.

I am with you all the way
you'll come to me someday.

Last night, I saw her dancing in the Milky Way.
Her singing, watching moon above Montego Bay.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022
Romanticism

Note:
Montego Bay
City in Jamaica
Montego Bay, the capital of Saint James Parish on Jamaica’s north coast, is a major cruise ship port with numerous beach resorts and golf courses outside its commercial core. Popular beaches include Doctor’s Cave Beach and Walter Fletcher Beach, home to an amusement park. There’s also snorkelling and diving at coral reefs in the protected waters of Montego Bay Marine Park. ? Google
Parish: St. James
Weather: 83°F (28°C), Wind SE at 8 mph (13 km/h), 69% Humidity weather.com
Local time: Tuesday 7:50 AM
Population: 427,891 (2018)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There Beyond The Purple Veil, I Hear Her Calling

As sorrowing winds blow, darkness begins falling
There beyond the purple veil, I hear her calling
For the smell of the hillside, the flowers gifting
Nature's streaming beauty, life that’s so uplifting
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.

My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.

Again this sad aching soul, its path looks ahead
Recall my youth, fairy tale promises I was fed
But mind and intelligence defeats not the dark
I am now an ancient tree stripped of its bark
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.

My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.

My true love looks on just behind the purple veil
Body exist here in pain, just a sadden shell
Agony and weeping are my companions
As I struggle here in torturous dark canyons
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.

My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022
Rhyme
( Trying to navigate through the dark )


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Life Now Cries Out, This Truth, There Is No Holy Grail

I stab the stone wall, all to no avail
Life now cries out there is no Holy Grail
World has it right, all must walk their path blind
Weak, we think we are body, soul and mind
But reality points to that other thing
True love that its bountiful joy can bring
A soulmate, an angel to hold and love
In that truth, we can see Heaven above.

I attack that monster, that state of death.
Doing so with my all, with my last breath.

I wage a mighty war, futile tho' it will be.
Knowing reality cries, death has final decree.

I stab the stone wall, no hope- all to no avail.
Life now cries out, this truth, there is no holy grail.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2022
Rhyme

***
Note:
The winter cold chills with its glee
As frozen are the lost fruit trees
Heart walks into welcoming abyss
Life and death, dare one such times miss?


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Imagination Says, A New Vagabond I Shall Be

Longing for beauty, I walk amidst the flowers
An olden warrior, free from fallen towers
Yet soul in me, glorious peace simply cannot find
For lonesome heart weeps deeply into troubled mind
In a moment, eyes spot a hungry little bee
Gathering its load, mindless of the lonesome me
Lost in a new world, ruled by this unruly heart
I realize this, how that little bee is so smart

With newfound knowledge, being busy is the golden key.
Onward I trek, renewed spirit resting within me.

With heart that has from its unrelenting pains found its relief.
All this beauty surrounding- releases this soul from grief.

For prison chains have been broken, redemption has found me.
Imagination says, a new vagabond I shall be.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2022
Rhyme


Personal Note:
Waking from an afternoon dream,
After my reading my newfound book, titled
Plato, Epictetus , Marcus Aurelius from The
Harvard Classics, Deluxe Edition, I had this
moment of clarity, a voice said- now write,
Please do something this not so Sad and Dark.
My muse laughed, and then far away she fled.
Next to my front porch I very hurriedly went
Could this composing truly be its own blessing,
By a stroke of dreaming, precious time well spent?

Quote:
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”
–Emily Dickinson

Quote: Emily Dickinson-
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”


Marcus Aurelius > Quotes

1. “You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

2. “Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

3. “The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations


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[jimnyc]

Excellent! And so relatable my friend. ;) I love the way you put certain things into words to express things from your heart.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Excellent! And so relatable my friend. ;) I love the way you put certain things into words to express things from your heart.

Well, with 52 years of writing poetry one learns a few things, my friend.
Like how if one writes poetry, the heart's truth must be inked. Or else
what is the use, the purpose of composing poetry if it be to only feed
a growing ego?
Instead one should be composing to give to others, that they may see
and learn that life is precious and even men(tough men) have heart...-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch

Sounding a change a call to arms
echoes in heart's beatings
waging battles against world's harm
found within dawn's greetings
battle yields to heroic light
blessings send, strength to fight

to find a bountiful treasure
wake to again truth see
by love, can one truly measure
life by a sound decree
for 'tis written, heart can renew
again, true love in you

'pon a night of moon's soft glowing
from Heavenly skies cast
spirals of love's sweetest showing
true love forever lasts
dear angel, hold this thought
love's gems we gaily caught

as this heart wakes to your soft touch
dawn its bright waking sings
our deep love held so very much
as flowers are to Spring
darling, await I for night dreams
and your falling moonbeams.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2022
Romanticism

As a reply in form to my beloved wife Clarisa-
to my dear friend , Susan Ashley's
Magnificently beautiful poem, titled
" Whose Muse Elusive Dew ".
Thanks for gifting that needed inspiration..


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Awakened At Last, Newborn Soul Sails New Seas

Hearing call of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Angels in tune singing, beauty can you hear it
A melody that soothes heart, body and ones' soul
Relieving us from this wicked world's tragic tolls
With awaking eyes, spirit understands life anew
Penetrating Light shows what to Heaven is due.

A new flame gifted, its radiant treasures brings
From above gems start to flow, given with no strings
Suddenly, world into a new horizon flees
Awakened at last, newborn soul sails new seas
Crystal blue waters and towards paradise shores
Renewed life a different world then explores.

Dawn, hearing again beauty as bright songbirds sing
Morn and life have become such a wonderful thing
Sunset, red-gold rays take on a new flaming shine
As heart, soul and spirit, drink of truth's Holy wine
Night no longer holds those evil, ghastly sent fears
For that golden treasure, rewards ones' coming years!

Hearing call of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Angels in tune singing, beauty can you hear it?

Robert J, Lindley
Composed July 27th,
a new contest entry


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hold On Tightly, When Life Takes Its Great Leaps And Bounds


Hold on tightly, when life takes its great leaps and bounds
this old blue marble is not all sweet virgin ground
strewn about are horrendously nasty pitfalls
awaiting the fruits of world's constant tempting calls
to dive right on in and never mind the dark sin
after all, are we not modern, enlightened men?

As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".

Hold on tightly, raging world ever faster spins
as its current master, the dark one sits and grins
but modern man believes not in such fairy tales
or an afterlife, or chasing a Holy Grail
so dive right in, these waters are so very fine
and on your new, bright golden plates you too shall dine!

As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".

Robert J. Lindley, July 02, 2022
Rhyme

Note:
This is a heavy rewrite of a poem that I composed back in 1977,
at age 23 and after going through a very troublesome time in my young life...

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Early Morn Stroll Into Heavenly Sent Bliss



A New Light, Bright Rays That Are Sent To Heall

New light, brighter rays bequeathed to heal
those deep aching fears, terrors of the night,
those wicked world uses to sweet joy kill
in its evil nature uses to blind.

New sight, a soft-cast wind sent to fill sails
those gifts of hope given and life anew
those sweeter dawns, that dark cannot assail
impregnable, new shield given to you.

New faith, a glory Heaven has thus sent
those pearls of wisdom that defeats dark fears
those words healing what was so torn and rent
wiping away sorrows and falling tears.

New light, new sight, new faith, a true godsend.
To a lost and blinded heart heal and mend.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2022
Sonnet

Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a vanishing dream..

*****

O' Land How I Long To Tread Those Dear, Waiting Shores


O' earthen sorrows, so unwelcomed are thy pains
Gives as treasures, promised sweetened tomorrows
Not calamity of gold stolen, ill-gotten gains
Nor coming woes of heart-torn and regretful stains.

O' wizen sage, share gems of thy wisdom with me
A poor lad born a life of great hardship and toil
Dare I mourn being sailor roaming darken sea
And not that lad planting crops in soft virgin soil.

O' solitude, song I now cry to proudly sing
Whilst raging black-clad storm angrily dares to cast
Soul into that foaming pit, thus my ending bring
Or laugh crushing me under ship's fast falling mast.

O' land how I long to tread those dear, waiting shores
With its safety, and dullness I once thought so bores.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2022
Sonnet

Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a remembered nightmare... RJL

*****

Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath

Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.

Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.

Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet

Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.

*****

An Early Morn Stroll Into Heavenly Sent Bliss

Emerald waters, wanted, invitingly cool
Sad, silly, many think love just another tool
An implement to further their dark, selfish aims
As if all life is but a mere win or lose game
A gamble, way to cheat, a way to conquer all
Such evil, immense folly before coming fall.

Emerald waters, wanted invitingly cool
Love is life, truth, beauty, swim in a happy pool
An early morn stroll into heavenly sent bliss
Midnight scene, complete with eager ravenous kiss
A joining of heart, soul and two desirous minds
Steamy afternoon, when time comes to close the blinds.

An early morn stroll into heavenly sent bliss .
Midnight scene, complete with eager ravenous kiss.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-08-2022
Sonnet

Note:
Composed early this morn,
born from a sweet dream-
wherein heart was renewed.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Her Love Lives Forever In This Heaving Breast


Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

As sun was waiting its glorious rise
I woke again, what a shocking surprise
Room was pitch black and clock stared at me
Blinking rapidly I began to see
A thin sliver of light enter the room
Rapidly it ran away the gloom
Thus without fear I ventured to speak
As into house a happy thought did sneak
Could this new day bring my desired goal
Live again, forgetting life's heavy tolls.

Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

As sun illumination seeds the earth
Dare we mortals rise above lowly birth
Bask in the truth that pure love transcends all
There in the future awaits golden halls.

Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2022
Romanticism

Note: 1
When walking with Mother Nature, waking with new-cast dawns
Pondering mysteries, life and seeing a speckled fawn
A call arrives crying, give thanks for love and its true gifts
And blessings from above, harmony, peace that so uplifts.

Note: 2
"There is strong shadow where there is much light."
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On Nature's Beauty Soul Has Fed

Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Riverbank, soothing wind blowing
Idly sitting, nowhere going
Far away night's glory has fled
On Nature's beauty soul has fed
Awaiting rays of rising sun
Seeing vast waters as they run
I but now a speck of old dust
Life again, life to again trust
On that river, hope is my raft
Inking verse, poetry my craft.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Riverbank, shall I again fish
Dare enjoy life, make a new wish
That peace and love again I find
Wake to leave this state of deep blind
Walk forth, back into the sunlight
Into life, watching stars at night
Rise to herald birth of new day
Cast off morbid cloak of deep gray
Leave after my prayers are said
Defeat this cloud of dreaded dread.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-2022
Rhyme

Note:
This poem was born from a fragment
presented in a previous note to a
recent poem titled,
" A Return From Ashes And Dust "…


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[icansayit]

Loved it Robt. Made me think of my young days playing Tom Sawyer along our river where we built a raft using two halves of telephone poles, and pallets during the Summer. The poem is Amazing.


On Nature's Beauty Soul Has Fed

Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Riverbank, soothing wind blowing
Idly sitting, nowhere going
Far away night's glory has fled
On Nature's beauty soul has fed
Awaiting rays of rising sun
Seeing vast waters as they run
I but now a speck of old dust
Life again, life to again trust
On that river, hope is my raft
Inking verse, poetry my craft.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Riverbank, shall I again fish
Dare enjoy life, make a new wish
That peace and love again I find
Wake to leave this state of deep blind
Walk forth, back into the sunlight
Into life, watching stars at night
Rise to herald birth of new day
Cast off morbid cloak of deep gray
Leave after my prayers are said
Defeat this cloud of dreaded dread.

Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-2022
Rhyme

Note:
This poem was born from a fragment
presented in a previous note to a
recent poem titled,
" A Return From Ashes And Dust "…


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Loved it Robt. Made me think of my young days playing Tom Sawyer along our river where we built a raft using two halves of telephone poles, and pallets during the Summer. The poem is Amazing.

My friend, your comment is truly a fine gift.
As poets we cherish such feedback and it reinforces our desire to continue to write, continue to give of self, in hope that such may in some way benefit others.


Realize We All Have Gifts We May Impart

To take flight with well splashed and flung ink
See and to live with hope, nod and a wink
Follow course through with a passionate heart
Realize we all have gifts we may impart
Unto others and pray that gives some aid
Again have cheer, hear music well played
Give and in doing so yet live life true
By giving, our fallen spirits renew.

Take flight, let our muse set the newfound course
That from world's darkness, we need a divorce
Hear that loud call from our Savior above
Fine the cheering warmth and hope that is love
Present ripen fruits from a healing tree
In so doing, from our chains become free.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2022
Sonnet

Note: 1
Some verse born from a gift that was given
Thus found, hope and truth- new life worth livin'
In this chaotic world oft gone stark mad
Light vanquishing what was so very sad.



Note: 2
My friend, from your words a seed was planted, a new poem was born....
A godsend, into a world that has now been so ripped and deeply torn...

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Come To Me Shadow, Your Breath I No Longer Fear

Come to me shadow, life-dancing has gone awry
Earth's rotation has slowed, pale has grown weeping sky
Even dawn and its glory dares to hesitate
For what more is life, than a heavy anchor of Fate?

So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?

Come to me shadow, your breath I no longer fear
For your powers fades away with my streaming tears
In deep sadness, you were a foe fearsomely great
Yet in my ravenous thirst, your powers I ate.

So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?

Come to me shadow, that I may lop off your head
Punishment for agony you have oft me fed
Know this, conquering you was my faithful vow
Thus with newfound light and life, I live again now.

So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?


Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2022
Rhyme,

Quote:
“You cannot defeat darkness by running from it, nor can you conquer your inner demons by hiding them from the world. In order to defeat the darkness, you must bring it into the light.”
? Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

Note: One
"Every journey begins with that first step,
even if into epic darkness one's soul has been so tragically swept." RJL

Note: Two
Emerging from darkness into soul saving light....


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath

Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.

Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.

Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet

Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.

As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.

Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In The Refreshing Springtime, When The Breeze Was Cool


I used to go by the lake, sit on the old fallen oak
In the refreshing Springtime, when the breeze was cool
Later in the hot summer, there I would take a long soak
As a younger happy lad I was certainly no fool.

Then when ten years flew by, I was smarter and bit older
I met her a sweet, ravishing beauty beyond the scope
I had grown into a man, stronger and much, much bolder
Full of delirious dreams and often that magical hope.

But know this important thing, I aways backed my friends
I was wise enough to never buy a pig in a poke
Alway prudent with my money, always could met the ends
When speaking of bravery, my friends said I was no joke.

I used to go by the lake, sit on the old fallen oak
Later in the hot summer, there I would take a long soak
In the refreshing Springtime, when the breeze was cool
As a younger happy lad I was certainly no fool.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
(16 verses)

Note--
One should evaluate their past with a keen eye, truthful heart and searching mind.
Always seeking the light and the truth. Tis the best way to avoid repeated mistakes, imho.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More



But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More

Yes, these words do fly away from a poet's heart
As I give mind, soul and my all, so let us start
First comes is, world is evil and the earth is round
Lightning strikes well before you hear the blasting sound
Let us carry on with a few poetic words
About life and this wide, wide world's vast teeming herds
And this thing called humanity and its ways
Maybe toss in Shakespeare and his fantastic plays
Or not, since many think that wrong and thus object
Poetry should be more than a fancy subject
So we jump on to truth about Nature et al
The resounding beauty of it in the late Fall
How a walk in the woods can heal a troubled soul
And ponder the why Life oft takes a heavy toll
Or happiness is treasure that we know it be
Our nation is a gem from sea to shining sea
Why we seek a soulmate, we look for a true love
And if we are smart we pray to our God above
If worthy, we may live unto a ripe old age
If greatly blessed, we may become an old sage
That will gift the darken world in wisdom he shares
Maybe write a bestselling book if anybody cares.
A story well told about wild ways of ones' youth
Must be presented with the wildness of its truth
How so much was great fun but also was some bad
Maybe its strange even with its joys and some sad
But all in all, a poet many things may tell
About this space down here between Heaven and Hell
Lest I forget there are some that do not believe
Live life as a gamble, with spaded ace up the sleeve
Thinking it fable, so they can do as they please
Or else play games ready made to deceive
Life and love, a topic most people know about
A great many live it all without a shout
Some might even say, it is a beautiful thing
They write their loving songs and so joyously sing
But truth is life and love is so very much more
A human has a soul so deep, deep in his core
To more words and other written meanderings
Any poet must know first his own beating heart
Sharing the real truth first would always be his start
I lived wild back then and loved with my all
So when poetry summoned I answered its call
Now to bring these meanderings to conclusion
This mirage just shows, we are all an illusion.

Robert J. Lindley, \ Rhyme
date 1986, edit 1987, 2006

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

There is not a soil tiller, not that kind within all of me
I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me
I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free
When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight
I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night.

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins
A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame
Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away
I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way
A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal.

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979

Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.)
A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tales Of The Wayward Hero And His Life

Under the crispy crust was soil that sang right out of tune
its musical tastes, akin to the weather in late June
its melody came from a broken harp hiding upstairs
most of all the hero loved going to the state fair
with a torn raincoat on and a dear whiskey bottle too
all the while he was broke with his month's rent long overdue
The hero laughed and always said, "Life is for good fun"
Said that too, just before he shot his head with his friend's gun.

Robert J. Lindley, Sept 3rd, 1981
Rhyming short


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log

Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.

The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.

Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.

Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.

Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme

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[icansayit]

He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

There is not a soil tiller, not that kind within all of me
I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me
I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free
When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight
I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night.

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins
A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame
Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away
I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way
A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal.

I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.

Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979

Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.)
A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.


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As an old sailor. I miss being out there every day since I retired.
YOU can take the sailor out of the sea.
But you can't take the Sea outta the sailor. I only missed two oceans, the Artic, and the Black.
Around the entire FLAT EARTH twice...and Never fell off. :lol::lol::lol:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Splashes Of Black Ink Fell, I Hope You Have Found It Great Fun

Can I write a poetic trickle of mesmerizing words
Watch how the rambling herd feeds and chews a wilderness-cast meal
Yes, dawn flowed on forth happily with its glad singing songbirds
And the invisible raptor soared high to sing its loudest zeal
What about those wild forests with all that widespread verdant green
Crying and lonesome boulders hanging all about this place
Much vibrating color and scattering wildlife to be seen
All that hanging moss flowing looking like an old witch's face
One can easily take a turn wrong and find themselves lost
Critters eating, chasing and have a bang up general ball
All of that Mother Nature gives us free of any costs
May be best if one can answer that of Nature beating call.

Well, a little bit of poetic writing has been done!
Splashes of black ink fell, I hope you have found it great fun!

Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
Aug. 27th, 1977

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

John The Baptist, True Man Of God Was He

His name was John, a man God saw quite fit
A shining light shown in all that he did
With the starving for faith crowd a huge hit
He came with his own pot, kettle and lid
Water and Word were his true message sent
And the angels watched over his crowd
He had nothing to do with government
He spoke truth with his godly word so loud
He water baptized, angels rejoice
Nobody counted all he had saved
But all Heaven shouted with one great voice
While Heaven feasted, the angels all raved.
A true man, a hero sure to be
His actions were all in God's good graces
True faithful follower of God is he
Baptize the lost no matter the races

True chosen and a true man of our God is he.
One that listens intently, leads the blind to see.

Form= Rhyme
\Contest entry

Robert J. Lindley

I made a mistake and wrote this as you see , which is 8 verses longer than the 12 verses required for the contest.
Thus, I posted it at my poetry site, with the last 8 verses removed to meet the 12 verse requirement.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Was A Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

I ran across the land, raced toward the moon
Into the arms of Indian maiden as she swoon
Bright night it was with a jubilant golden moon
Her radio playing all my favorite tunes.

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

I left her village running into the big ole city
A very sad old fool chasing gold, what a sad pity
True, I was a rough hombre and even a bit gritty
A friend I was of Mickey Mantle and Walter Mitty.

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 11th 1974
Rhyme



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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Born And So Welded Into A Valiant Hero To Be Set Apart

Whatever marrow of manhood lieth in this courageous heart
surrounded by this weak flesh and jubilant searching soul
born and so welded into a valiant hero to be set apart
wherein living earth and Mother Nature dares sets its goal.

Robert J. Lindley, May 13th 1971
Quatrain


**************************

"That love, she the rare beauty never knew
nor the sweet taste of dawn and falling dew
upon the glowing flowers and green grass
Alas! My princess, your life set askew."
RJL 1971- quatrain
SNIPPET FROM ""THE FORGOTTEN FAIRY QUEEN""
My longest poem that was stolen and burned, in 1973


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love, Hope, Life, Imagination, May We Live It With Good

Poetry is a spirit born of heart, soul and sound mind
Read, spoken aloud, it comforts when one hears it
As it questions all life, love, hope, actions of all mankind
And that worst of all, final death, the end as we near it
It gives soothing comfort even to we that are so blind.

Robert J. Lindley, July 12th, 1971
Quatrain
********************************

Note: A short poem, written at age 15

Expectation In Life

Sun rose as life again this said
Rise ye lad from that your night bed
Know every day is a gift
Should love come, it does so uplift.

RJL- Quatrain


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Chase The Wind, And Live I Tasting It

My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.

I am worn with a wild desire and yet fit
I have wandered the earth and mountains
In vain fled from Apollo's burning fires
I chase the wind, and tasting all of it.

What avails gathering world's stirring motions
As the planets above fly right on by
Wherein wide across is the windy ocean
And soft the mourning doves sin

My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.

Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.
My lost lover you have that hold over me!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme,
Oct. 23rd 1971

Note- I was but 17 years old back when I composed this one.
An idealist and a hopeful young lad. The world beat that out of me quick enough.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written

What of the night creature and its overgrown soul
Hiding away in corner of the room laughing blindly
Born in a pyramid where no master asks a damn toll
Yet the beautiful foreign princess spoke so very kindly
And the desert gave its nod and a night-wind fiercely blew
Stars floated above in a Heaven so truly smitten
With starry-eyed courageous hero that none knew
As one old, aged poet scrolls his best verses written
Watching the reddish moon swiftly spinning in the night sky
And I sit here on the sandy beach asking myself why?
This ghastly ole night creature calls out so meekly my name.
Does it think my passing ghostly image is out of frame?

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
""And the ocean spoke in a loud voice, sail on my waters, my friend""
Oct 21st 1975-- born from a dream that summer

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs

When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try
There was far too much heavy words and abject pain
From the outskirts there was much cold, cued applause
Over desert ocean, he vultures await meals
And the heroes celebrated their minor pause
As the banker cries for more yellow gold to steal
The beaded storm its wings flap with laughing anger
And Greek Gods had a party to stamp their gold seal
In the distant mountains, awaited grave danger
The Raven's rascals held out for a better deal.

Beware thee the unsavory, unfettered throngs.
For darkness lies within their old romantic songs.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnett
Nov. 21st- 1971
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Life Of A Valiant Knight In King Arthur's Court

There within the postern side of a hairy night
Fumbled the great hero with his sharpened sword
His valor never questioned, he knew no fright
not even anger and pain of avenging hordes
All that red-blood spilt and enemy destroyed
His courage always a stout stallion on display
Long Bow, sharp sword and keen knife, tools he employed
And the beauty of pure courage with little pay
As knight he knew to honor his master and God
To fight for divine goodness and a righteous cause
Truth, bravery evident wherever he trod
Only helping those innocent gave he good pause.

A most courageous knight and a valiant quest.
Serving only truth, light and God that he knows best.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan 1st 1971
Age 17 years old

Note: Doubts are there, if King Arthur really existed.
He does my friends, as I have seen him often in my dreams.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall

I wrote you and you answered me not
I sent you all my love, and all I got
Your beauty fantastic but ears are not
Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot
Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up
I then drank my coffee from golden cup
No, I did not forget your pretty face
My dear, your character is a disgrace
Selfish is certainly your middle name
My dear love and romance is not a game
Pure truth and light is in its vital core
Truth is, I do not love you anymore
Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall
I am happy now dancing down the hall
This is my last note, so please cry some more
Man am I, but sorry you are a who**

Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17..

Note.
Adios, please do not write me or call
We are done, you cheated and that is all.

Note:
Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore


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[icansayit]

Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall

I wrote you and you answered me not
I sent you all my love, and all I got
Your beauty fantastic but ears are not
Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot
Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up
I then drank my coffee from golden cup
No, I did not forget your pretty face
My dear, your character is a disgrace
Selfish is certainly your middle name
My dear love and romance is not a game
Pure truth and light is in its vital core
Truth is, I do not love you anymore
Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall
I am happy now dancing down the hall
This is my last note, so please cry some more
Man am I, but sorry you are a who**

Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17..

Note.
Adios, please do not write me or call
We are done, you cheated and that is all.

Note:
Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

* * What a Crock:laugh2:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tombstones And Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave

Howl of the blowing winds waywarder than others
In the darkened cave where evil desires wait
Caste us into stiff clans with warriors and brothers
Those of evil wrath, villainy and hands of Fate
Allow us this our fallacies and heedful needs
We of mortal flesh that walk barefoot and so brave
Always comes the bad, the pains and the massive bleeds
Salvation hardly ever comes but mercy saves
We who wait around campfires and hold our heads proud
Ready to fight the wicked world and thank our God
Do not think evil demons in their long black shrouds
Can meet anything from us except our iron rods
We the brave that face the hungry snarl of cracking
With gritting teeth and our courage never lacking.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 9th , 1972
Age 18

[icansayit]

Tombstones And Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave

Howl of the blowing winds waywarder than others
In the darkened cave where evil desires wait
Caste us into stiff clans with warriors and brothers
Those of evil wrath, villainy and hands of Fate
Allow us this our fallacies and heedful needs
We of mortal flesh that walk barefoot and so brave
Always comes the bad, the pains and the massive bleeds
Salvation hardly ever comes but mercy saves
We who wait around campfires and hold our heads proud
Ready to fight the wicked world and thank our God
Do not think evil demons in their long black shrouds
Can meet anything from us except our iron rods
We the brave that face the hungry snarl of cracking
With gritting teeth and our courage never lacking.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 9th , 1972
Age 18
A Little sidenote here....On my last ship in 1995. Everyone called me "Tombstone"
because of my age, and my Sam Elliott Mustache.
It all began when we were watching the MOVIE "TOMBSTONE", and stuck.
Even the day I retired. A Master Chief friend of mine had the Cooks make
Me a CAKE shaped like a gray tombstone before I left the ship.
NOW...I look back and remember. NONE of us know, or will know...
When we get our Final TOMBSTONE.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Was Born Rowdy And Cowboy To Be

I wrote you a story, wrote you a song
How cowboy left to ride the purple sage
Said to his sweetheart I will not be long
I will soon be on the great hero's page
My fine six guns will be hot and blazing
And that target will be full of round holes
Whiskey drinking weekends all a 'crazing
Making money and having fun my goal
And poker table will be my best friend
In local saloon I spend my free time
O' yes, my horse with me until the end
I do so love beautiful western clime.

I was born rowdy and cowboy to be.
For truth is too much fight rests within me.

Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 11th 1972
Sonnet

Note: I drank too much whiskey last night.
I sat up til 3AM writing poems .
this was the last one I composed, because I was watching westerns on TV..

[icansayit]

I Was Born Rowdy And Cowboy To Be

I wrote you a story, wrote you a song
How cowboy left to ride the purple sage
Said to his sweetheart I will not be long
I will soon be on the great hero's page
My fine six guns will be hot and blazing
And that target will be full of round holes
Whiskey drinking weekends all a 'crazing
Making money and having fun my goal
And poker table will be my best friend
In local saloon I spend my free time
O' yes, my horse with me until the end
I do so love beautiful western clime.

I was born rowdy and cowboy to be.
For truth is too much fight rests within me.

Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 11th 1972
Sonnet

Note: I drank too much whiskey last night.
I sat up til 3AM writing poems .
this was the last one I composed, because I was watching westerns on TV..

HAVE PEN...WILL WRITE...GUNSMOKE GONE...GET A BONANZA! Good one Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

HAVE PEN...WILL WRITE...GUNSMOKE GONE...GET A BONANZA! Good one Robert.

My very good friend, there is a lot of truth in those verses. The more truth within a poem the greater it is. Besides I always loved westerns... God bless..-:saluting2:-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks

As the moon repents from its many vague allusions
And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations
What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations
Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions

He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis
Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat
While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis
The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat

We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit
Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead
Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it
Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes
instead.

Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all.
Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall.


Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Feb 11th, 1971 age 17


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Dream With The Moon, The Soft Moon And I


Walk with the shadow, the shadow and I
I dream with the moon, the soft moon and I
I ride with the horse, racing horse and me
I imagine truth, the great truth of we
We chase the rainbow, the rainbow we chase
There is no real gold, no gold in that place
Sweet is her charm true
Her charm overdue
Walk with her shadow
Moon is glowing down
Her beauty is real
Real her beauty's deal
Walk with the shadow, the shadow and I
I dream with the moon, the soft moon and I.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 27th, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Then Remember Faith And Truth Brought About This

Marveling at the deep darkness of sunless days
Abject idleness of rivers that do not flow
O' lord bring us more of your true brightened ways
Give unto us again, your holy righteous glow
We pray Heaven is truth of our holy reward
As we in glory walk upon its golden streets
Walk ye in sincere faith, yes we know it is hard
But in Heaven's silver halls angels you will greet
Dawn will gift true love and a beautiful sunrise
Years of happiness and more than enough pure bliss
Give unto the Dark One a most shocking surprise
And then remember faith and truth brought about this
A stunning tomorrow full of laughter and love
With manna from Heaven and dear gifts from above.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 03- 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told

He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.

While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.


He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have here in my heart.

Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet

[icansayit]

The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told

He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.

While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.


He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have here in my heart.

Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet

Robert...what images your words instill. "Pregnant hills"?
Father time...? Great wordsmithing.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert...what images your words instill. "Pregnant hills"?
Father time...? Great wordsmithing.

Thank you, my good friend. Well, such come with the territory if one is a poet. God bless. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House

Within green grass in fields in Minnesota
an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing
no horses galloping in Dakota
yes, that damn lying woman lost her ring.

a rotten world dying flecked with you
your broken left wrist eating its sweet pain
winter dares to swing whilst snowing its glue
and life's splitting heartache rides its black train.

green glows and races the old crying clock
its dying spirit cursing winter's breath
angry sailors pray their ships finds the dock
for vehement sea has gifted cold death.

Within green grass a wet trembling mouse.
The old farmer rests warm in his snug house.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
October 13th 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Free Verse


Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See



Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See


Hold that thought,
the world desperately needs you
not just your skin
your deeper schemes
nor love that hath
quietly fled your stealthy
grasp
This loss, this aching
scrapes the brittle bones
tears apart your soul
seeps into your midnight bed
breaks your feet
swallows your vanity
and then vomits bricks
of aspirations
to be not a fool
but race horses
and fly kites
remember nobody
forgives you
for your running away
to the circus
and watching all the clowns
eye to eye
finally
able to see
true life
once more.

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
8-07-2023
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge

Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.

Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Ocean Dries Up Will Be A Bad Plight


In that old house something seemed not right,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.

The moon lost its bright golden glow that night,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.

His old grandmother was losing her sight
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.

When ocean dries up will be a bad plight,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.

Robert J. Lindley --- Chant poem,
Aug 8th. 2023

Note--
A new poetry form I found mere moments ago, it is called Chant poetry.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On Dark Dying Sunless Beams I Went To Wait

Destined to be valor was a granite block
World had no idea what lay ahead;
Intuition was dreamed, I lay in bed,
Even to this soul, my power became a shock!
Yet you my darling in your blinding light
Why on weeping earth did you race to leave?
Gifting dire lonesome sifted through a seeve
As your comet fled into dark of crying night.

In your lost paradise you call my name
But I vanished away into a galactic herd
You then fell like a perishing little redbird
And sad truth was nobody won that sick game.

On dark dying sunless beams I went to wait.
While you lived sad, eating only your deep hate.

Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 5th 1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save

Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.

She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Well, Does Listening To Jazz Put You In The Groove

What of your loving heart is it really that real
that the sky and the air touches deeply your soul
does joy cause you to wake up with renewed zeal
race morning sun with victory your final goal
Can ever truth and light gift you much needed wins
As you star-beam into future you do not know
Hold you promise and forget your most ancient sins
Wake each bright sunny day dragging your guilt in tow
But we know some heartache waits each corner we turn
If we watch the Heavens some light can penetrate
Our lives, our hearts and into our brains deeply burn
Truth's food is honey and good wine we sat and ate.

Does knowledge of our God really our lives improve.
Well, does listening to jazz put you in the groove?

Robert J. Lindley, April 20th 1973
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Midnight Hauntings Of Old Man Turner's House


Daylight's silver fingers haunt the old home
Ghosts stay there haunting and at night they roam
So eerie when they together loud moan
And spill warm warm red blood on the blood stone
We as kids would not go there on a dare
In that evil place rest scariest scares
Rumor is Jack got caught when he fell down
Never seen again in our little town
Kenny went there and he came back a mute
Mike promise he would go and that ghost shoot
Nobody goes there neither boy or man

Adults now we laugh at all those old scary days
Would I go there now , I shall simply refuse say.

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Feb.13th, 1972


Note --
Years since my writing this and the old house has been torn down since the late 1980's..
I do wonder often, where those ghosts had to go?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Remember A Person Can Make Their Own Fate


Yes, kick curb and run out to smashing sea
There is more than enough for you and me
Gold coins and treasure we so dearly want
Stay away from those rowdy crowds that taunt
On sailing ship or aristocrat's schooner
Manna from Heaven comes so much sooner
Yes, such fortune waits for the truly brave
So be a Christian soldier not a knave
Let the cool west winds set sail and hold true
Give your thanks, go ahead live life anew
As real paradise is the truest life
Free from dark and evil world's evil strife.

Walk well your chosen path being narrow and straight.
And remember a person can make their own Fate.

Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
Sept. 2nd 1979

[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]

Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )

There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow

Hung like a nose awaiting its next dying soul

Like youth that dares not to wait for next tomorrow

Was that broken heart suffering its greatest toll.

An epic tragedy of Shakespearian might

A fallen angel, writhing in throes of despair

To be sure she was indeed a very poor sight

Clad in torn dress with her dirty dishwater hair!



In that sad place that time, doomed to meet her end

Amidst the hovel and willfully silent walls

Alone and starving, devoid of care and her friend

Into the chasm of agony fell her weak calls.

She that had once dazzling beauty and her great fame

Now a fallen angel, tormented by her sin

Without home or even a penny to her name

Begging death's dark-hand, anything to the hurt end!



As that midnight bell sounded with its sadden strokes

She turn to gaze at the full moon beaming so bright

Gone were the friends, the parties and the gayest jokes

There lay she in the mess of her pitiful sight.

No courageous white-knight came to her rescue

There in the corner stood that monster laughing loud

Of its evil-cast origins she had not a clue

Always above its ugly head hung a black cloud!



Time was fast ticking, she said her final sad words

She was there with her beloved snow-white horses

In the open plains riding with the racing herds

Towards the gold castle that held the sweetest voices.

Dawn rays found her frozen body, her eyes bound shut

The monster had flown her to its hideous lair

Its razor sharp claws had gifted the ending cut

She was at final rest no longer in its wicked snare!


Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2020

Rhyme, Composed In Tribute to the famous poet- - R.S. Thomas…

( Doom Brought On By Drug Addiction- Death As Its Monster Feeds )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dream, A Glorious Trip To Heaven

That laugh with the soft soothing breeze
Floating with such an easy ease
Bit strange, almost a mystery
Ghost like, like a lost ship at sea
O'my is that a sailor there
And another makes it a pair
I can see their long searching faces
O' my they go to other places
Now on deck on a flying star
I wonder, I wonder how far
Could this be just another dream
The great imagery makes it seem
Am I floating aloof right now
But Lord, bless my soul as to how?

Yes, now just ahead golden gates.
Heaven rich and fine, am I late?

Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 11th 1971
Sonnet- 16 verses

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range

Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.

Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.

Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.

Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971

Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.

[icansayit]

Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range

Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.

Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.

Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.

Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971

Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=ZliX5mP7ATA&ab_channel=ItsWaldo%28WalterBrinkman%29

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You Still Take My Panting Breath With Your Deep Beauty Within

Is this true, love has gifted you dear heart to me
You my ravishing lover prince, so handsome and free
I remember our first tryst, your body so damn sweet
If that was fantasy dream, it cannot be beat
Tonight we shall ravish each other and love all night
I anxiously await, purest bliss and truism's delight
You my prince bravest of warriors, without any real fear
Again and again my darling, as lips meet, we both know
Life and truest love is ours, not just a good timing show
Blistering hot romance, hunger for starry night's deep love
We shall to the heavens fly, yes dear, there so far above
That satisfaction and hungers will momentarily subside.

You still take my panting breath with your deep beauty within.
We shall this very night find our nirvana, skin to skin.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2023
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting

The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I throw it into an angry window
To hear with bursted ear and see glass fall
This hunchback world what the hell does it know
People, crowding earth with their rabbled lives
Amidst this decay, this old dying heap
What of ones' life is happy, does it thrive
Or just a junkyard were rotten trash sleeps.

The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I am itching to throw and break something
Are my nerves frayed you ask, not at all
It is that I know the hurt of her sting.

The newfound rock the size of a baseball.
I throw it before supper mother calls.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 14th 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes

It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes
Up there overhead with silent anger
What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast
On a morn with dazzling trapezoid skies
This heart could not bear to see its long paws
and that deathly stare that penetrated me
O' lord save me now, please come to my aid
I wept bitterly, slashed with those claws
My mind again said to me, be thee stout
Step back, grab your sharpened sword and cut
You can do it, kill this fierce, horrid beast
And as I swung, I said "die, with a shout"!


That sword plunged in fast and hilt deep.
Damn it, alarm clock rang, I woke from sleep.

Robert J, Lindley - Dark sonnet
Dec 6th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Searching Depths Of Mind Questions Its Own Sanity

Go to the green, green blades of grass
Speak and watch the sunbeams obey
There in the mountain top, a frigid pass
What beast did brave boy David slay.
In rainbow-cast deserts wind swift blows
Its flying roses into an old silver jar
O'but nobody that tragic tale knows
Why the hell we are where we are.
What on earth do we darest to desire
Golden halls and living to ripe old age
To not gasp when others admire
Vanishing letters on a torn page.

When spirit fights to soothes the aching soul.
Just who fired the shot from grassy knoll.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 27th 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If I'd Seen The Hungry Dino, I'd Not Be Dead

Stars spits light and belts, grows old and nobody cries
Universe slyly winks and eternity sees truth prevails
Earth vomits from Hell's pits and everybody dies
Justice opens eyes to say, life is crap-lost my scales
Unmeaning light its dying shadows scatter all about
The half-dead king rose from napping to see graveyard ghouls
In distance, queen was partying with fairies about
Jack was drunk working with his imaginary tools
And the blind princess yelled, " Hells coming" with a shout"

Caveman said, I want very nice juicy dino steak
His wife laughed and said, "Then kill one would you please,
Last time you came home drunk, saying sorry my mistake"
He replied, " Hun, I was sure I'd get one with ease"!

Aint that the sorry truth ghost in the corner said.
"If I'd seen the hungry dino, I'd not be dead."

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 2nd 1973

Note. This poem was created for my nephew Chad, to read Monday in his third grade class

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Artist Painted All, Even Her Own Fork-Tongue

Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.

O' but then the tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977

Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed.
I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cascading Embers Of Heart Driven Fire

Unrepentant heart, its hot blood there spills
Sad dregs of immortal nurselings of desire
And winter's warm breath blows the woodland fires
Amongst the frozen trees and through the hills
Wanton weariness, invisible veil hides
Cascading embers of heart driven fire
Exploding storm flees to nothing it retires
And dead emperor in agony resides
Black robe judges, their guilt forever play
Broken guitars without needed six strings
As death's hand taps as the naked ghost sings
In nirvana the prophet chose to stay.

Unrepentant heart, melody just right.
Saw truth, amidst the horrors of that night.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 26th, 1972
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For

War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.

War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.

O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19

Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.

Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine

Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.

I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.

I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!

She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.

Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972

1st note-
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""


2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..

[icansayit]

War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For

War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.

War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.

O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19

Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.

Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.

On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

[QUOTE=icansayit;1014754] On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"[/QUOTE

Thanks, my friend. War is only good for death, misery and destruction. All of which are high negatives in life. The Vietnam war was a ffkked up thing
It was not fought as a military engagement should be. We had the planes, the bombs to bomb North Vietnam back into the stone age .
An age they were just barely out of in my opinion. China bluffed us into fighting a very limited engagement which was absolutely crazy.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

[icansayit]

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding dear allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?

She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me

O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike
Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash
Hole in chest, were you stabbed with a spike
But as usual your face still quite so fine.

Those long sexy legs as flamed burnt ash
And once beautiful eyes are hateful beams
Ah yes, your smile that won you loads of cash
Can no longer conceal your wicked schemes.

My dear, yes I still have that stomped heart
One you skinned with rusty fish skinners
Wickedness places high on evil's heart
As you feast on your blood-soaked dinners.

You are ugly, your dark spirit exposed
I see your pale ghost gnashing its sharp teeth
I regret forever, once you I chose
Your grave, pray I you are thousand feet 'neath.

Has been thirty years, do I your ghost see?
Why does your apparition now pester me?
I believe it, your curse is that damn strong.
Pray now, your spirit goes where it belongs!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Jan. 20th 1973

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Next, I Was Thrashing In The Ocean My Legs Ate Off By Sharks

With crazy mind, I took bitter taste of the insolent sky
Its abject rankness was comparable to ashes from Hell
A violent, thrashing river erupted and let poison fly
Then storming winds spat out that sick, sulfuric acid smell
Giant walls appeared and were so rapidly closing on in
My feet were stuck to a nasty bloody paste on the floor
Off to the side was a rank and stagnant body parts bin
I searched hard and could not find a get-away door.

Now the hideous place was so damn completely dark
I had pulsing shakes and sweats falling from my brow
Next, I was thrashing in the ocean my legs ate by sharks
I prayed for a rescue but I could not fathom just how.

Three o'clock came and through window moon-beams splattered
I woke up, sighed my relief, not that any of it mattered.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse dark sonnet
July 21st, 1973

Note- A little poem composed from the memory of very bad dream I had last night.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?

She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr



My good friend she was a hideous melding of all of them. I did not just walk away, I ran away/ and I never went back..
All she had going for her was her beauty. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Saturated Earth Bids Me Adieu

As saturated earth bids me adieu
Angry moon spat out darken, molded cheese
There, prisoner in chains, thinking of you
My evil captors doing what they please.
Wicked lateral cuts gracing my arms
Damn cratered knots all over my head
That gypsy sold me a bag of dark charms
He was hoping that soon I would be dead.
What a trip to the old dark continent
Now I understand what warnings were about
Those ignored, thinking my shield was resilient
I went to scream but hell nothing came out.

What was this beast rising from the bare ground
Its immense strength and power off the charts
Its vicious roar, such a terrifying sound
Evil lair, I saw bloody body parts!

Next I recall, a voice said its a dream
You my sleeping friend, rise from your night bed
I will aid you, we will fight as a team
You and I shall slay the black beast instead.

Off damn alarm goes, nothing decided.
Could not use ray gun I was provided.

Robert J. Lindley, 22 Dark verse rhyme.
April 21st , 1972

Note:
"I wage battles in my ballooning head
My soul, its venom so gaily spilled
In my first vow, I kill dark beasts instead
Lost count, must have been a thousand I killed." RJL

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts

He gave us images, the raving beauty far within
and romantic dancing words that ate up the eager page
he met the world head on and absorbs into his white skin
Ahh but, a great calamity he dies at a young age.

In dreams I see him, singing great poems all dressed to kill
His countenance, that of a handsome prince on a new lark
Yet when reading his poetry, don't you get such a thrill
Man was a poetic genius, certainly left his mark.

That of great beauty, his life's tragedy, death far too young
Verses he sang to us, such true and deep pleasures they gave
And those magical words, translated into many tongues
O' the deep truth, millions of readers read and then they rave.

Lord Byron, your words have often soothed desirous souls.
Poets honor you and take your deep accomplishments our goals.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 10th, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Truth Of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How

Over the grit-stained shoulders of ancient marble
Rests a million vagaries of humanity's million sins
Just as earth's flocks of beautiful songbirds warble
So goes the evils engaged in by millions of men
As trees shower this olden earth with billions of falling leaves.
On lichen laced boughs the owl sits watching the moon
Its brilliant shooting rays soothing the hearts of those that grieve
Thousands of hearts, as for new love gifted far, far to soon.
All night widgeon, mallard and teal sit almost freezing
Awaiting a dawn that brings warmth from brother Sol
In the foxhole, soldier read poetry found it pleasing
But the savagery of war brings its heavy, malignant toll.

My sweetest lover, I turn gently to her now as night growls.
I pray to love her always, with solemn words asking God how!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
June 9th , 1977

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True

Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.

Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!

May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023

Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.

Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley

[icansayit]

Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True

Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.

Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!

May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023

Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.

Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley
I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.:wink2:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.:wink2:

Yep, it is one gigantic piece of real estate, eh? God bless you. my good friend.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How We Compose Poems As True, Dedicated Poets

I love how a poem starts with the first dreamy word
Just as beautiful melodies beg to be heard
Then poet quite wide awake and clear starts to dream
Soon he is picking up like locomotive on steam
Bringing heart and mind into a much higher gear
Truth and fantasy begin like song from birds
Does not matter if about love or abject fear
What matters, imagination, life, love may gift words
But the poet may be a beginner or star
What reader wants is to touch that dear beating heart
Does not matter, the when, where, how or who you are
Poetry pleases reader and is a fine start.

As poets we cast images to others please.
For some, may be hard, for others may be with ease.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet

Jan 20th 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And With Tantalizing Depths Found We Paint Beauty Divine

I walked into blazing inferno, heart so ready
My soul so positive, this old heart beating so steady
Rhythm and rhyme bursting a like a balloon to get out
Energy in these veins pouring verses like water spout
And an eager spirit, speaking of life, dear love and hope
Warning of this world's deepest darkness and its savage scope
But mixed in is heart's mercies and a ton, so much more
Poets know this, and that is why to Heavens they implore
Celestial guidance and a rare, gifted word or two
O' mighty lord so we dare beg thee that thy hand will do
Allow us to cast the fine words that makes our spirits soar
Open up senses and poetry flows through golden doors.

And with tantalizing depths found, we paint beauty divine.
Drink we fruit of our words like great and true, fine tasting wine!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet


Note : No date on poem but must have been in the mid 1970'S..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Both Are Mated Same As The Two Morning Doves

Dare I listen to songbirds with deep renewed zeal
Delight in sweeter falling morn's much fresher breath
Forget about those wenches that fake love to kill
Or the powers of Fate, that can gift early Death
Shall I seek out happiness in a truer love
Smell roses as they present beauty's flashing blooms
Amazing red candle that gives us hope from above
Let our two beating hearts into paradise zoom
Wake to kiss dawn and its promises of new day
Thank the Lord for a romance, its soft touch.
Dar'est we leave behind all this sad, mortal gray
With truth, admit we do love each other so much!

Lord blessed she and I with this powerful love.
We both are mated same as the two morning doves!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 24th, 1984

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Such Are The Masquerading Gems Of Precious Life

Such are the masquerading gems of life
Not troubling ordeals of world's wicked strife
Hold tight treasure stolen from marauding thieves
Kiss Autumn, for its splashed colors of leaves.
Thank Mother Nature for beautiful scenes
And verdant pieces of her prairie greens
That exciting splash in her roses red
And the boon seas gift this world to be fed
Hold firm that sweet gazing upon blue skies
Kiss well, each new rainbow wherein it lies.

Know we are souls that eternal life seek.
Heaven sometimes its beauty we may peek.
Follow life as if it was more than gift given.
Later paradise comes if we were true livin.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-03-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing

Who believes it will come one fine-bred day
Not a beautiful queen but a beauty
A doll, a great dame, one with newborn hope
Could she be a princess that fled away?
His heart and soul said yes she surely is
Her body is ravishing, so purely true
Those sexy eyes this tender heart hurts so
She so brilliant, brainiac on a quiz.
Why does this fear enter this aching brain
Is my lurking ghost yet again speaking
O' no, those words are terrible to hear
Speak not spirit, I cannot bear the pain
Now I know laying here in these black chains
She is curse that splinters harvested grain!
Pray I not, this is accursed wrecking dream
The one where I drown in the falling rain!

That ends when she makes that venomous sting.
I fear this may be curse, that dead Vikings sing.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 9th,, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Is Another Great Day With Sun Kissing Earth


Hope is very last breath of a dying flower
The bane of that last moment a true love is lost
Precious tears falling within the dying hour
Sadness of Winter's foulest breath in new frost
Loss of sunny rays on an afternoon divine
Realization she is gone, wanting her sweet kiss
Know her magnificent love was once felt and thine
Those steamy hot nights, sensual loving you miss.

Hope is another great day with sun kissing earth
Her bright smile, her soft laughter, touch of her sweet lips
Knowing trillion dollars is less than her sweet worth
Thinking true, your Helen could too, launch thousand ships.

Hope is having faith in reality not known.
Believing in love's seed well before it has grown.

Sweethearts asking her to be your beautiful wife.
Staying happy together, a couple for life.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
Note : no date was on this poem.
likely was in the early to mid 1980's..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Walk Blighted Shadows, Two Six Guns In My Hands

I walk into stagnant murky waters true deep
Wearing my six-shooter and my gold dagger too
When dark-cast lightening invades my peaceful sleep
I can see and feel dark drop the other torn shoe
Blackest calamity follows this olden soul
No matter my stand, no matter how peaceful I do
Fate's hellish Hades levies its malicious toll
Beg I for solace, as if life it would renew
Yes, the monstrous creature still hounds my racing trail
With its razorlike dagger claws and poisonous teeth
Too many times the devil leaves his abode in Hell
Flinging his darts, to send this ole soul down beneath.

Mercy has yet to soothe life or my broken heart.
After Love has wrecked me, my heart torn apart!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec. 11th 1998

Note: This one was composed when my life was in shambles.
I fought the accursed darkness, a six gun in each hand.
I survived, lived to tell about it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Trails Of Broken Trusts And Many Anguished Sighs

As a whisper comes to men and speaks of things
So well hidden in darkness, wherein only thoughts
Are masters of and the flowing wind thus brings
A devils urge to spit a message that the Gods brought
So much more, life undenied, the woes of mortal men
Beyond the travails infesting blue days and dark nights
Mankind's evil infests even those wishing not to dare fight.
A voice that has crept into every age and then
Gathered all the darken powers that ever were
Agreeable with evil and the wicked suppliant ear
Listening to peasants so poor they had not a cur
Rank upon rank, the hard part was slaved on out.

For in those whispers were hate and bushels of lies.
And trails of broken trust and many anguished sighs.


Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
July 27th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Alive With Hope This Mortal Flesh

Soon when storm its angry breath blows
Its drumming raid tells earth to feel
An earth's grass spreads its dark green toes
Sky cries out, this is a new deal
Alive with hope this mortal flesh

Although this soul may then tap-dance
Tho' so well I feel thrashing rain
And this heart exudes sweet romance
This soul yet cries out its dire pain
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Gleam so pretty dearest Rainbow
Beg I, heaven this soul uplifts
I love her so dear, miss her so
But truth is she ran away swift

As the splatter hits downcast face
Her rare perfume I can yet smell
Truth knows life cannot her replace
My all, feels in torturous Hell
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Heart begging to find love anew
Its hungry beats seeking true love
But memory says, I miss you
As I ask help from Lord above
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Yet each night in flies that dark hour
Which was born of deepest despair
I watch as falls stormy shower
Thinking of her beautiful hair
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Yet this soul knows life shall return!
As I know these love letters burn!
A brand new life I start afresh
Alive with hope this mortal flesh!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme

March 20th, 2009

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

It Happened On A Rainy Night

Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park

With ravenous beauty so wise
That love painted was no surprise
They with melded hearts therein chose
A mellow moon's glorious pose

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme


For contest, second stanza is mine.RJL

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Great Fear Grows As The Darkness Enters

When the dark, its evil eyes dares to show
Low dim lit meadows in fear cry with shout
Somewhere, somehow the evil witches grow
Fierce-some red fire that cannot be put out
Then twilight litany, dark shadows prowl
With jagged fingers, razor sharp fangs
They are the villain's spoke of by the owl
One can hear lonesome death bells as they rang
Lads, Lassies lurk back into safe abode
To warm fireplace and family well known
Pondering, is it fairy tales they've been told
Outside is the fury and evil winds blown.

Asking, is it demons, that have grown bold.
Pleading they are not taken to be sold!

Robert J. Lindley, dark Sonnet
April 13th, 1998

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Am A Victim Of The Undeniable Rhapsody Of The Blues

I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
unfathomable mysteries of the buried left hand
friend of the old blind man, lame without any shoes
master of the government playbook on rich stolen lands
Yet the abject darkness that creeps around well behind me
Seeks any innocent soul to terrorize and destroy
Yet my greater salvation is my time far out at sea
On daring missions, I have had since I was a boy.
I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
I paid the ransom, solved a hundred new clues
I know the old blind man well, the lame man without those shoes
He won a five million bucks, I saw that in evening news.

I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues.
Time to rest, go to my cabin, watch falling of the dew.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 20th 2009

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire

As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.

You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!

Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She Was Beautiful With Glistening Stardust In Her Eyes

She was beautiful with glistening stardust in her eyes
Her smile a boon so sweet that truth nobody can deny
She in tiny shorts shows off those heavenly tanned legs
So damn sexy, enough to make this poor man kneel to beg
Her glowing heart makes angry sun rage with envy and hate
She so sweet and innocent pursued by Dark Hands of Fate
And I the lonely guy that wanted her to be all mine
Knowing true love would prevail, I on its dessert did dine
Far too soon, she decided that we could not ever be
That fateful morn she packed up and to Texas did flee
I walked the floor with exorbitant rage my best friend
Black Hand of Fate had brought our romance to its tragic end.

So ends the story of a fairy queen that I once knew.
Tho she was in no iron cage, up and away she flew!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Sept. 29TH, 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain

As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "daring let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."

As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As God Of Love Brilliantly Blessed Light Cast Its Glow Upon Me


As God of Love brilliantly blessed light cast its glow upon me
My fertile trees waved their waving blossoms in great release
An aroma of perfumed air breath cast its great heart anew
Suddenly there on the sandy beach my new darling stood
The cool gentle breeze its dear arms wrapped her right on up
She stood there as goddess with long windblown blond hair
My excited heart felt as if was going to explode!
My thinking was this, man could it be, she is that true one
Awestruck, I could only think as I could not dare to speak!

Struck dumb by such very rare beauty is strange way to be
So true, tis like a new bright cloud zaps ones exploding heart
Time stands still, stunned mind races into golden Heaven
Oh my, did that goddess just look over and wave at me!
I simply cannot believe it, did that sexy girl see
I do not know how long I was frozen like a statue
As senses returned, I somehow managed to wave back!

Was this a dream, a mirage, did my deceiving eyes lie
Had hope, sincere prayer finally to me came to be
This was it, I felt uncontrollable urge to find out
With tinge of fear, I thought nothing venture, nothing gained
I walked that short distance which seemed like a long mile
She was there, a tall goddess not even looking my way
With greatest hope in my hard beating breast, I said hello.

Robert J. Lindley, Romantic Verse
Part One

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Fiercest Black Beast That A Knight Once Slew

Sharp blade penetrated black blood flowed about
Mighty hairy black beast groaned then vomit let out
In a flash I kicked it in the vulnerable spot
Enraged, with all my power gave it another shot
Plunged my silver dagger in to bleed it more
Thinking of those it killed, vowed I to even the score
Nothing was easy as it got me with left blow
Knocked back, a moment or two I didnt know
Quickly in nearby ravine it ran back to hide
But I saw, got it with a cut as in I slide
Its rank black blood squirted right into both my eyes
OF balance, fierce beast had taken me by surprise
With another savaged hit it bloodied my cheek
Used its dagger claws, nothing about it was meek
Gashed my arm and my red blood gushed on out
Stepping back, avoid its other strike I gave a shout
Immediately, my chance to strike deathly blow
This shall slay this huge, wicked monster that I know
With herculean might I plunged my sword in so deep
I sent that beast into its most damnable sleep
Stepping back, I watched the beast take its last breath
Under my breath, I prayed God gift it quick death
As it lay there, I saw its spirit its body leave
I thought, would Hell send another to earth deceive?

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
July 22nd, 1971

Note: This poem dedicated to my favorite poet, Edgar Allen Poe...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into a poison sea.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Next, they take me to a dungeon dirty dark and deep
Took long ropes and beat me until my aching body bled
Rousing me from short heaven-sent state of my peaceful sleep
Then they showed me hell where they torture the truly dead
One ugly beast gave me a small piece of green molded bread
And laughed saying, no boy we want of friend well fed.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Next I saw in the corner a red thing, a great fire start
Dancing around it as its huge hungry flames rose and rose
In they brought a cart of decaying human body parts
Then three of them went over and three rotten arms they chose
Then green one, hit me in my face, with a long flaming stick
And my bloody face proceeded all clotted blood to lick.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Cried as I felt those red-hot flames my body badly burn
As they danced with such evil glee and sang out their chant
Saying you worthless fool all this pain you so truly earn

[AHZ]

As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into a poison sea.

O'lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.


i think it's against policy to openly criticize the moderators......:dance:

Edit---- No criticism of any person here, my friend.
So please refrain from posting anything here but poetry, ok?--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Into Deep Raging Darkness A Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe

As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into their black poison sea.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Next, they take me to a dungeon dirty, dark and deep
Took long ropes and beat me until my aching body bled
Rousing me from short heaven-sent state of my peaceful sleep
Then they showed me hell where they torture the truly dead
One ugly beast gave me a small piece of green molded bread
And laughed saying, no boy we want you our friend well fed.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Next, I saw in the corner a red thing, a great fire start
Dancing around it as those huge hungry flames rose and rose
In they brought a cart of decaying human body parts
Then three of them went over and three rotten arms they chose
Then green one, hit me in my face, with a long flaming stick
And on my bloody face proceeded to clotted blood to lick.

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Cried as I felt those red-hot flames my body badly burn
As they danced with such evil glee and sang out their chant
Saying, you worthless fool all this pain you so truly earn
As throng of vicious monster began a new evil rant
Then they next, beat me with all of that rotted human meat
Saying, puny human, how do you like our little feat?

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

That moment light shone through the dungeon casting its hope
And the beasts scattered for the small shadows that remain
Saying climb this, come with me I will give you all the dope
Beautiful entity all glowing cast me a long chain
Saying, your prayers were heard and I came to your rescue
Guardian angel I am friend, this feat is what I do!

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Looking at that dungeon pit I saw demons wail and cry
As the devil came to beat and give them unholy hell
They were thrashing around, begging it and asking it why
Then the earth cast it dark curtain and closed its black veil
Soon I was in my home all my body completely healed
Entity said, young man your future with us is sealed!

O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.

Robert J. Lindley, Dark Rhyme
9-09-2023
Dedicated with deep admiration to the memory of a truly great poet, Edgar Allen Poe.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

True Tragedy Whenever A Great Romance Dies

She was my beautiful flower, her soft colors enthralling me
Breathtakingly sweet her most tender kisses and warming hugs
I had found my angel, she with such dark tanned sexy legs
That cool night we made our maddingly love, all of her I see.

And she was mine and I was her lover so very true.
We had found our paradise and babe it was me and you!

I saw her with no clothes, what a heavenly sight to see
She slowly undressed me, and was laughing with such glee!

She was my angel, her long black hair so truly divine
We lay upon the beach-sand, our hearts melding together
All we could do was so deeply kiss and touch each other
I was her dearest lover and she angel that was mine!

For four fantastic months nothing could tear we two apart.
She was my sweetest girl and I gave her my loving heart!

That August, her heart was broken when her mother died.
She my dear lover, shut herself in for weeks she cried.

Then the hurt came , she sent me a notice she was leaving
Her family wanted her home and California was far away
I tried my best to keep my sweetheart but to no avail
From then on it was my broke heart and poor soul a 'grieving

As days turned to weeks farther away we did both drift.
Then my job changed I went on six straight long nightshifts.

As Fate had sadly decreed, our love was just not to be.
We in pain then parted, never again did I her see.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, Romance
Edited, November 11th. 2022d
Edited, September 9th 2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Sweetheart Why Do I So Love, Then Life So Carves Me Up

As I wrote a surging stab of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell.

As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell

Why sweetheart why do I so love, then life so carves me up
Darling, can truth gift me much needed stroke of granted light
Wiil you be golden lover and let me then on love sup
Upon the romance and we share each other all each night.
I watch you baby as you comb your hair what a fine sight
And then when you move on over, I watch you get undress
You lean to sweetly kiss me asking if I am alright
I lie and say to you yes, but my heart is in a mess.
I've walked these sorrows until my heart so truly deep aches
Why dearest darling did you so love, why do I so bled
You see me now, soul shattered heart kicked and it then breaks
Life went from our paradise, to a love that is now dead.
Cry I, this greatest of misery finds a way to end.
And your beautiful heart sees fit to our love thus renew
Dearest darling please, I do not want to just be good friends
I guess we are sunk, and all our loving plans are now through.

I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell
As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, romance
January 26th 1980

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load


In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot
Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess
And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot
Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess
But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles
She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely heart
Over and over, the argument -always starts
And then the swarms of excruciating deep pains
Fight to make it leave, his eyes look to the blue sky
Silently these words he says, "My Lord help me please"
Falling to dusty ground, he asks again the why
Did God allow that beautiful witch his heart seize
Then romantic thoughts flooded a confused brain
Her dear vision so enticed and refused to leave
It all was far too much, far too great a love-strain
Next how she had him, ready to again deceive!
But oh no, not again, his intellect then spoke
Do not let this dark, deceptive thing again hurt
Recall this truth, she had made his life a bad joke
Remember torture, the loss, her poison black spurts
And how she laughed as his tender heart she broke!

The cowboy then rose on up from the desert sand.
Swearing true, she and this are both accursed land!
Mounting his horse towards Tombstone onward he rode
Swearing, never let his wounded heart be "stoled"!
Then a broad smile so magically it appeared
Up the trail just head vision of her as he feared!
With his six shooter in hand he emptied its load
And laughed out load, as on to Tombstone he rode!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme/Narrative
April 12th 1982

Note: Edit.. Nov 21st 1983
The young cowboy made it all the way to Tombstone
His young life was then about to meet pretty girl
She too was standing proudly there and all alone
Fate decreed it, they joined to give life a whirl!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pondering The Sad And Fateful Decision

there he sat
his brain peddling along
heart fluttering in space
and that bright summer sky kissing his face
mind recalling trouble
her face appears
she that ripped his flesh and smashed his world
there is no reprieve
certainly is no hope
he ponders the unthinkable
a sharp knife in his right hand
birds fly and settle in the sycamore tree...

such vibrating colors and splendid tunes
his heart started growing lighter
music soothes the wounded beast
yes, today he would walk
back into this dark world
fight the dreaded beast
to rise in morn and smile
eat a fine breakfast
maybe find a new job
why not he mused
is my life ready for joy
yes it tis
brain fired up and
heart grown lighter
then suddenly he saw
her face and darkness return
he sits and sharpens that knife
after all he thought
what the hell is life.....

after all
what the hell is living
but a black curse
a lonely death
he remembers
his knife
sharpens its
long blade
and muses death
would it be
so bad
pain would stop
sleep would fall
and
his heart
stop crying....

again his brain
thought
what is living
but a curse
a curse he endures
as she went away
and now so will he...

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-15-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down

No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds
And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive
She that loved him took care of his earthly needs
Now hides in darken forest, just barely alive
And would hope to her ever really come
As she prayed for dear life and needed relief
She found that two parts does not always find its sum
In her wounded heart was nothing but deeper grief
Her precious lover had gone away oversea
Alone on dreaded nights, his tender voice she heard
And his tall, handsome ghost at night, she could still see
In dark, she tried desperately to hug those words.

And throughout vast purple range, visions cascade down.
And Fate her young life took with a dark, vicious frown.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2023
Sonnet, dark

Note a friend asked me to write a quick sonnet.
Isaid ok, I can write a ten to fifteen minute sonnet, and it will be good.
So I summoned up my muse and she laughed. She bet you ten bucks you can not do it in ten minutes.
I did, so this is it with no edits. Truly I did not think I could do it but she gave me first 4 verses in about ten seconds,.
After that it was me and my old tired brain splashing out ink.
In my youth I once wrote that fast all the time but old age has caught up with me now.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' What Is War But The Mad Child Of Greed And Hate


By uppity arrogance the mouse challenges the lion
And his haughty crown is fused nickel and tin
But 'tis true dark-clad world has far too much cryin'
All brought about by hungry appetites of mad men.

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

O' what is war but the mad child of greed and hate
Armies march blindly into destruction and death
But crazy leaders love to foolishly tempt dark Fate
As they parade puffed up and plan with whispered breath.

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

History shows its results, tragic dark dying
And the abject misery needlessly born
With those at home fearful and hearing the lying
From government and politicians we should scorn!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Such bitter conflict indeed does some heroes show
And we here at home do acknowledge their brave deeds
We poets may even polish them til they glow
Sad, all that does is fertilize war's future seeds!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Is it true, war is fruits of arrogance and pride
That mankind has dark-set violence born within
Sure, such blatant truth we in vain so try to hide
Dare we not admit, that it is a tragic sin!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
June 3rd 1973

Note:
Vietnam War is the reason this poem is composed.
Our guys coming back either dead or else so gravely wounded.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

That The Blinded Old Poet Sat And Thought On Sunny Day

O' how harsh the sand blasts these wondering blue eyes
Aegeus could only see, smooth turbulent skies
As if heavy angels danced as flying sands float by
Even the darkest of demons dared not ask why!
Is that greatest artistic instinct permanently primitive
That the blinded old poet sat and thought on sunny day
His sad life in shambles but his poetry truly attentive
He struggled with tender heart and then lost his way.
Could the Vorticists find greater beauty in his inked words
Or the swirling winds of Nature as he softly slings ink
Was it better to sing ever so softly with the songbirds
Or present savage word from a dark brain that can think
Dare he rhyme with audacious colorful beauty divine
Could he walk back false serenity that his dreams gave
Yet again he heard her say, here your life is doing fine
Else about another wild and crazy-ass party she raves!

He searched the highest Heavens for another thoughtful link.
As he expertly pours himself a much large glass of white wine.

Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse sonnet
9-12-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread


As deep darkness its rabid cloak around me spread
Dark shadows raced to their images thus display
They that were so bleach white, those old skeletal dead
Thought to play with me and have their damnable way
Yet, my father had in fighting taught me so well
My valiant heart had strength, vigor and valor too
Yes, I had been cast into the devils unholy hell
But this amateur lad, had some fine grand tricks new.

No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.

There in seething darkness, fear's breath began to blow
Short greenish puffs that transformed into savage beasts
With wicked claws and fierce red eyes that did so glow
And their own gold table lay human head for their feast
In the distant corner lay a long gold hilted sword
In a quick flash it was mine in my eager hand
Then newest beast spoke, come on I am growing bored
Lets kill this old weak flesh and go ravage across his land.

No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.

With that I quickly lunged forward and off came its head
And its huge body collapsed into a hairy mess
Next the far lesser beasts for dear mercy each then plead
And even the smaller ones their wicked sins confess.
Only beast left, a three headed snake with poison tails
And I could easily hear its deep cast dark curses said
All began with evil prayers beseeching dark lord of hell
And next came the hateful cries of the murderous dead.

No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.

.........

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, dark
Pary One, 9-12-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love That Struck Its Blow, Our Romance Was Born

As fresh clear water flowed over sweet virgin soil
She saw that fantastic beauty Nature hath made
Flying earth, its gifts and blessings, its heavy toil
From those yesterday, passing times our God hath played
Comes the finer gifts that so often romance embroils.

Into the woods she and her dog took a walk
She singing her fancy song with the greatest of glee
Thinking this beauty stirs my heart, sure wish it could talk
As for now we must see it, only my fine dog and me
Then she saw it and heard a flying blue-jay squawk.

She a vision, almost a earthbound goddess divine
As she saw and wished, so did Nature wake to see
This young girl with large blue eyes so damn very fine
And I was there hunting right where I should be
Looking to slay a buck, for a supper on which to dine.

Then quite a shock, she saw me and yelled out to me
I shot back, I was here hunting until you came
You made my buck alert, so very fast it did flee
Say beautiful gal, what the damn hell is your name
And that snow-blown cold winter she did marry me.


Robert J. Lindley, 20 verse sonnet
Nov. 1st 1973

Note
I was 19 years old and this ravishing angel did find me.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Of Such Beauty, Is It More Than Just Skin Deep


what of it?
thunder and lightning
dancing across muted skies
visions that eat into a hazy brain
as soul struggles to cry
O' but
nothing is sacred
not her beautiful hair
nor
her raging sexy eyes
she that broke the mould
and we that saw the ravishing fruit
her smile a fresh hello
and her heart waiting to mate
I so shocked
when she did not say no
and that lonely
night
she became mine....

For seven weeks
we loved so
morning noon and night
we dined on
our love
she my angel that gave me
her all
and I in a heavenly
bliss.....

but
how was I
to know
she knew not true love
her hard heart
spat at me
when marriage
I proposed
then out from
nowhere
it came
a breakup letter
that she wrote
stating, its been fun
but lord you know
you could never be
a husband to
a beautiful thing
so very precious
as I....

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-12-1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She The Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows


Ah that creamy chocolate
swirl
of gold-blasted passion,
it fingers roaming and
gifting deep titillating pleasures
with both our lips
that gift honey-breaded
sensational
love
a steaming arena
of delight
your body
its sexy curves
and ravenously
hot
hidden
oasis .....

O' my this soul
seeks none other
than you
my princess
with
that raven-black
smooth hair
luscious lips
ten mile
long
tanned legs
come with me
to our oasis
let us drink of
passion's sensational fruits
whilst
the Heavens
our song plays....

and watch the
fingers of dawn
gently caress
our beating
hearts
as we
seek what our
bodies
so need
you my dearest
my angel
my beautiful
queen.....

shall we forever
see the
rainbows
hear the
melody
and wake
to
dawn's
hot swirling '
breath.....

as we walk along
our white
sand beach
nothing around
but blue
ocean and
birds
we strip down
and upon
the white sand
make feverishly
deep love
just
you and I....

may we
have all
of our tomorrows
be as today
together with both
arms reaching
for that
golden cup of love
and exist in
our
Heaven
upon
our wonderful earth....

tonight dearest
the stars
will shine upon
our two bodies
entwined
upon silky satin sheets
with purest bliss
within
our
two sweet
beating hearts....

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-14-2023

Note : This poem is dedicated to the memory of my dear sweet wife that passed away
right at eighteen months ago. I so deeply and truly love her with my all. RJL

[AHZ]

why is there mayonnaise on the floor?
Yes, a joke I know. I prefer mustard myself. :laugh2:--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand
I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones
My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land
I could see a gloomy night trying to rear its ugly head
Where could in this barren pitiful hot, hot place dare I sleep
All here was hard rocks and sand, not a damn good place to bed
I thought this damnable fierce land wants this dear life to keep
As my worn-out soul begged for water and damn lot of rest
So under a scrubby bush I sat down to my diary write
Was this a hazardous darken journey, a god given test
Then these eyes saw above, bright stars painting the night.

With my nightly prayers said, I laid down to dream
And this love-struck heart recalled her very beautiful face
And how we together were such a great and fine winning team
Then massive sadness flew on into my brief joy replace.
Dawn's breath was blown and my romantic heart finally woke
This reborn spirit decided to this abject darkness fight
Mused I, this soul-searching journey is indeed no damn joke
Surely it was not my responsibility to set things right!
Had she not to another man sworn her undying love
Promised him to be his new and true beautiful queen
Even next, promised to forever love to our God above
And swore to forward race over to his daring dark scene.

My tired and lost heart soul next this wise advice outward screams.
Son, you deserve much better than her dark treacherous beams.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
July 17th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet I Only Desire Loves Immeasurable Truth

Death so like a shadow this poor soul seeks
Whereas new dawn its breath so slowly gifts
Moving in cadence, its rhythm so sleek.
And adversity, it spits in dark shifts
Holding true, its thunder it soon displays
Undefeated tracing of horizon's stone heart
Such tis magical beauty cast each day
A long trip, would be folly not to start
Within fusion of red blood and white bone
Journey I, stout of heart and willing mind
This conscience cleared of black-hearted stone
We pray the light of truth we may there find.

Rumor has it there lays the fountain of youth.
Yet I only desire loves immeasurable truth!

Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1972
Sonnet

[icansayit]

She The Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows


Ah that creamy chocolate
swirl
of gold-blasted passion,
it fingers roaming and
gifting deep titillating pleasures
with both our lips
that gift honey-breaded
sensational
love
a steaming arena
of delight
your body
its sexy curves
and ravenously
hot
hidden
oasis .....

O' my this soul
seeks none other
than you
my princess
with
that raven-black
smooth hair
luscious lips
ten mile
long
tanned legs
come with me
to our oasis
let us drink of
passion's sensational fruits
whilst
the Heavens
our song plays....

and watch the
fingers of dawn
gently caress
our beating
hearts
as we
seek what our
bodies
so need
you my dearest
my angel
my beautiful
queen.....

shall we forever
see the
rainbows
hear the
melody
and wake
to
dawn's
hot swirling '
breath.....

as we walk along
our white
sand beach
nothing around
but blue
ocean and
birds
we strip down
and upon
the white sand
make feverishly
deep love
just
you and I....

may we
have all
of our tomorrows
be as today
together with both
arms reaching
for that
golden cup of love
and exist in
our
Heaven
upon
our wonderful earth....

tonight dearest
the stars
will shine upon
our two bodies
entwined
upon silky satin sheets
with purest bliss
within
our
two sweet
beating hearts....

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-14-2023

Note : This poem is dedicated to the memory of my dear sweet wife that passed away
right at eighteen months ago. I so deeply and truly love her with my all. RJL
No disrespect here Robert. But...Oh my.:thumb:
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Ask My Mentor, Will I, Sir Will I, Ever A Great Poet Be


So like a eighteenth-century painting, her almond face
this year's flowing sky and sun flashings paler by the day
ghostly marble and statues grinning at a slow dying dawn
and my sad heart grieving for that which nothing can replace
as the moon ran away and the forest turned dark grey.

There in the lonesome shadow, a statue of Master Poe
his stern face, almost questioning my old poetic soul
have you your poet's heart gifted to the old God of verse
then I could his voice hear saying, a golden coin for the toll
and from the far crowded distance, a goddess rehearsed.

She of grand beauty, her eyes a cool-thrown Chimera bright
Saw my shudder and cried, be not thee afraid young man
I am but wandering child of winter's cold and frigid breath
I come here with the fleeting edge of dark night my new plan
And prepare those dying of the dragon's most horrid hot death.

It was then she cried and darkness fell deeper than a flock of crows
Poe said, young man be thee stout as a true hero not afraid
The goddess is master of higher emerald cast poetic verse
I stay to speak directly into the young and clear poetic souls
Touch my head, drain essence of the long lost poets and feel.

Dawn cast new light and the alarm rang so damn loud
I woke quite suddenly and saw as my first new glance
Master Poe in the far corner vanishing in a quick blink
It was then I thought, damn that was my only chance
To ask my mentor, will I, sir will I, ever a great poet be?

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
Dec 7th , 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Truth Of Love And Its Awesome Powers


Oft when dusk
crawls on in
its smells as
freshly rotten leaves
to some
its dark
its power is
a wonderful joy
as in those
hearts that
air spells
its
wickedness and
evils
sing....

But as shadows arrive
and their
powers
display
this heart
sends up
its wise
alert flags
and cries
man
the fort lad
for battles
will be waged....

As
twinkling star
spit down
rays of speeding
lights
some hearts
finds pleasure
and joy
for the darkness
it destroys
and the mind
sees
ravishing beauty
in the glowing
Heavens above...

Viewing such wonders
this soul
asks
our God
if the future
true love
shall be given
and then heart
says
sure it will
just be patient
and all
shall one day
shall come
hold fast
walk straight
and wait...

as I lay
seeing
galaxies dancing
in the sky
I imagine a
goddess
who will my
hand take

kiss me as a
lover and never
ever
leave me
our dawns
will see nothing
but love
and her beautiful
face
we live for each
other
and two hearts are
as one
bodies entwined
and love's
amazing, magical
and awesome
powers
absorbed...

Robert J. Lindley, free verse
may 2nd 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Epic Sadness When A Beautiful Dream Crashes

I am yet alive
racing into
red fires
this body
feels
no pain
trekking across
tall mountains
jumping into
verdant valleys
so far below
seeing
soft soothing
rivers
spread into
planted fields
beaver
enjoying
Nature's fast
flowing flood

I step forth into
grey mists
my dream state
finally
shows
its ravenous
teeth
there in
murky shadows
a beastly thing
growly and
fangs showing
it steps out
red eyes glaring
right at
Me
shivers splash from
my spine
and
I knew
this
monster
I would
have to
fight
arrives...

As it
it
charged
I step back
and my kick
scored
backward
the beast
fell
its hideous
head cut open
I saw green
blood
gushing out
as it
died
a cloud
whisked it
away

Then she
appeared
a sexy
kiss
she gave
I fell at
her feet
my goddess had came
back
her eyes flashed
a true
and deep love
an echo
blared
O' hell no
not again that damn
clock
alarm
woke
me up
and my
crashing
anger
raged
for reality
had
just
raised
its ugly head
and sadly
worked called.

Robert J. Lindley,
free verse
9-16-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To Those This Brave, True Warrior Is Sworn To One Day Defeat

When violet pours its sadden verses onto burning sands
and heavens above spit green poison upon savage lands
up from murky dark evil caves so very far below
down were the wicked witches, red imps and black fairies grow
awaits beasts that exist to someday devour this dark world
if I get caught, take my soul into space to give it a hurl
but I guard my soul with Heaven's bread, its bountiful drinks
and in my bad dreams see the monsters as away they slink
however, certain nights when blood-moon shows its ugly side
down below are ravenous demons that are bonafide
beasts that human flesh exist slowly tear apart and eat
to those this brave, true warrior is sworn to one day defeat
such was the awful sad case on a darken June tenth night
when my dear life I almost lost in a horrible fight
for that black-night they had such a massive, horrid display
in the deep, eerie blackness this soul almost lost its way
As from one huge, cavernous, wicked room I simply slid
Into that wicked blackness I over and simply hid
There, each fierce and each with long sharp fangs and such deadly teeth
I feared even greater what beasts exist down beneath
I had Achilles sword and my soul holding his great might
On my side I had great power of Heaven's glorious light
The battle started when first beast jumped to grab my back
But to its shock off its ugly head I did quickly hack
The next was a large red-eyed three headed massive snake
This I saw and prayed help me lord please, for heaven's sake
It struck but hit its massive head upon the black stone wall
My sword found its true mark and into quick death it did fall
Last, certainly not least was one ugly two-headed cat
My knife ripped its belly open just as quick as that
Then he came forward to me speak to me, his blacken curse
Long cried, hate filled speech which he must have oft rehearse
About my weaken human flesh and what he would soon do
How I would cry out for dear mercy before he was through
I just laugh out loud and then I boldly spit in his face
And said, no you will not I am covered by Lord's grace
At the mere mention of Lord's name, he quickly shrank away
I knelt down to my loving, eternal God to then pray.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
9-17-2023

Note: I had a dear poet friend here ask me to compose another dark poem for her to read.
This request I simply could not turn down. I would post her name and give her credit for
getting this dark poem born but she asked me not to. So, in my silence I dedicate this long
dark poem to her and her own very massive poetic talents. She inspired me to write today!
God bless her.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Leave My Feet In Poetry Now Firmly Planted


I tried, compose a revelation poem about truth
Did that in earnest, in my wild but honest youth
But with mind fighting a stone wall nothing came forth
it was as if I fought as South against the North.

My brain had shifted into a deep murky haze
I was prisoner chained by a dark-cast craze
Each dawn I rose against a grey, terrible front
All my verses came out silly or rudely blunt
Aggravating, torturous to the nth degree
I gave it a go, took a vacation to flee
Not a damn clever thing I tried seemed to work
I ended up thinking am I fool and a jerk
Failed, threw my hands up and said, to hell with it
I cried out, had me an bad uncontrollable fit
I took a short vacation to a white sand beach
Seeking again to my ran away muse to reach
As the ocean waves into my soul did soft splash
I ran around shopping spending loads of green-cash
Soon I forgot about all by having good fun
Rose each new dawn saluting the rising gold sun
Eight days, my time was spent exploring deeper life
Soon gone was any shred of hardship or dire strife
That morn, I rose seeing sun's sweeter golden rays
I discovered a true life in newer ways
That very night I sat down with pen in my hand
Out like magic beautiful words about this land
And then in another poem sweet love of true youth
Verses and verses slung about love and bold truth
Then it hit my thus, my angel muse had return
No more trashy stale words would I have to now burn
My muse told me she left to a hard lesson teach
She came back not because of words I did beseech
She came back when I had forgotten to her so love
So she left me to deal with dark world's push and shove

That cool night, I wrote a superb poem on true love
Even if I were writing hand, muse is my glove
Swearing never again, to my muse take for granted
I leave feet in poetry, now firmly planted.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins

Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange ways
But evil exists and demand opponents dearly pays
War savagery that with pure delight evil men do
Truth is one sorrowful day it may attack me and you
This world to oft engages in darkness and destruction
Mankind adopts wickedness as primary instructions
We have no true safeguards when war its ugly head does raise
Best if we trust our God, and give his Son our faithful praise.

Humanity exists as sad creatures with evil skins.
Full of selfish desires, greed in hearts of women and men.

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jan. 21st, 1972

Note. This is the truth about humanity.
Unless under Christ's banner, they too oft exist as evil creatures on the take, imho.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds

Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.

Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Story Of The Cruel And Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls

She eating the huge supper of the entire world's vast wealth
A dark goddess, splaying her straggly long hair with wilted roses
Pretty, brazen, wickedly heartless and damn to hell soulless
Even far more beautiful, glowingly fair than is Lamia
Artists and poets seek words to describe her deep darkness
Souls of artists, painters and reprobates toiling for her glee
Thousands enslaved in the mirage of her horrible essence
She that holds me locked into her enticing horrid imagery
As I toil like Hercules to break these impregnable chains
Such that morning holds no beauty, sky is devoid of its blue
These many months pass and pass, O' my spirit is wilting
I seek the moon at night but find only darken shadows
And absolutely no human pleasures ever do I know or feel
I that exist in this raging true hellish world of deep evil pains
Pray for dearest release that I may one day die a free man
And if gifted our God's sweet mercy, shall enter the Pearly Gates.

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
APRIL 11TH 1971

Note: Age 17, this is one of my early dark poems, no rhyming.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wake Our Dawns As Beautiful Flightless Angels

Small offerings I give you
Till your hands say a fine hello
The months wear thinly our hungers
I can almost hear your voice
Standing in the valley of abstinence
Nights peering into blasting moonlight
Out of my deep loving heart
Flows great winds of sheer desire
I pause, living for your breath
You that make this world spin
With kisses born to forever gift
Soon you may live for my breath
We wake our dawns as beautiful flightless angels
Your tender heart fluttering for more
Of our nights on the lush green veranda
Our hugs that beg don't ever let go
You my darling, are the cool winds of love
And I the brave sentry of our journeys
I bring you little things anew
Until your tiny fingers learn to hold
Nothing can our true love defeat
For its truth that is Heavenly sent
And we are together deeply united
Our love, the mountain that shall never fall.

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
May 13th, 1972

Note: May 14th,1972
""To you darling I swear my love and everything.""

a quatrain----


She had been a beauty beyond compare
Her blazing blue eyes, a rare gifted treat
We both gave romantic love, our fair share
Our nights spent, bedding upon satin sheets.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid

Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns
trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil
and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil
does indifferent soil its gasping unholy vomit spill
she folds the clothes and then she falls asleep.
Trudge the hours and crack the unwilling stones
as her shadow walks into bars of uneven ethereal mists
the dark red rouge smears in round about shy patterns
she wonders, where does brown dung of yesterday hide
She slaves as a worker, her tired muscles cramp
her mind drifts and then it accuses her of nothingness
today is for work, tomorrow the mice may play
her work is as ancient days a drifting into noon
she is bent as a scornful indifferent boothill
as she finally stops, yes stops, to dare to go to sleep.

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
June 2nd 1972

Note: My new girlfriend's mother is a housemaid. Works 6 days week about 12 hour a day/

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid
(Part One)

Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts
It ended thousands with its uncharted powers
Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts
Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers.

Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal
It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain
Anger, hatred emotions it happily feels
Ripping and shredding watching as spilled blood stains.

Yes, it a dark vampire so unlike any other
Ungodly and ravenous its coldhearted thirsts
But with a devil's mark, a werewolf his mother
Devil sworn he was the only, the last, the first.

With its four inch bloody claws and razor-sharp teeth
Born with Herculean strength, deep evil powers
Hades most evil powers rest so far beneath
Rose on hellish dawns took dear blood-soaked showers.

Always held hell-born thoughts within its hate-filled chest
Master of the Hell's thirteenth angel's poison seal
No black-demons dare his evil abilities test
Ever anxious for sweet new blood, that thrill kill.

Even the old gods dared not cross his dark path
Its hot, hellacious temper over a mile deep
No man nor other beast could defeat its black-wrath
Only away from shining angels did it ever creep!

Robert J. Lindley, Dark poetry
July 11th, 1973
Part One

Note:
("And even the very bravest of heroes, approached it with direst of trepidations")

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She That With A Sweet-Laid Kiss Captured My Heart

She a true angel yet forever incomplete
Yes, forever and a thousand years in a day
But her heaven rests completely between her sheets
Her love was abundant, sweet in every way
But in love's resplendent and blaze-cast flaming throes
She felt the intense burns of love's amazing heat
In her hotter flames she gave thrills down to your toes
Her fiery sexcapades, nothing ever cold beat
Blessed was discovery of that cool hidden heart
Wooing you with that dearest billion-dollar smile
After all she was beauty and grace from the start
But sometimes she had to use her wily wiles.

She that with a sweet-laid kiss captured my heart.
June morn we both swore to Heaven we never part!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct 12th 1977

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Heaven Our Witness, Gave Its True Smile

Now here is love true, it is yours to hold
Its tenderness, as a rose petal's bloom
In its depths dare we both to be so bold
In savory nights, love in our bedroom
O' my lover, how I desire your kiss
And loving way that you hug me all night
Your beautiful smiles those I would so miss
I pray I never lose your bright cast light
Your blue eyes shine so this wonderful Spring
And each night as we both sing and slow dance
How you cried when I gave you that ring
We together swore again our romance.

As Heaven our witness, gave its true smile.
We swore to make our new lives both worthwhile.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 17th, 1974

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor


I
do not
cry,
this pain
soul deep stings the weeping heart
burns so very
intensely
the memories
the perished and
heartfelt sweetness
of Love's cherished
truths,'
the precious moments
the cool breeze,
the heights of adore
the feverish touch
of your lips
our nights of lovemaking
and sweetest morns
of my waking
with you,
your tangled blonde
hair and sultry lips
and that dawn's
ravishing smiles
upon our dynamic
new love, upon
our dynamite kisses
and our just being
we two.....

the truth
the passion,
heated waves
in our ocean where passion
burns so
very brightly
and its heart beats
for us, in tune with life
singing
to our two hearts
wedded, asking
only
each other
and begging
for more
days
and nights
welded
together
as
united souls
with
appetites
for love
and hungry
forever
for each
other
darling
you and I
stand
against the pains
of this dark
and bleak world
with nights
of sweet ardor
and days
of purest delights
wedded
hearts, spirits and
sensual minds
together,
you and I......

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
romantic and true\
sensual and tingly
for of hope
and raging love!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees

I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell
with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand
sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell
down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand
I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins
The Sun my only friend as its light clears my way
I leave behind me, nothing but huge bloody stains
I live as a warrior on a pittance of pay
A day's ration of bread and a bold flask of wine
few gold coins for every dark monster I slay
and the great favors of girlfriends, I daily dine
pride and Fate demands I die on some future day.

As life will be forfeit what care I of death's hand
no more than a bad-spit whisper the dying groan
To truth I am sworn, courageous is my dear stand
I am a valiant warrior, I dare fight alone.

My Lord, to an honorable death I so plead.
I lay here glad as away my life slowly bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet

Note- "The valiant brave die but one honorable death"

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O Little Earth, You Present Fruits Of Primal Seed

O little earth, wonder rests in thy glorious all
You allow mankind but what is he truly worth
Is he no more than an insect, so very small
Gazing at bright Heavens confused by mighty earth
To we, you giveth honey from thy heaving breasts
And the purest sweetness of your clearwater to drink
Bounty of night's black darkness for to sleep and rest
And wonders of our human minds for us to think.

O little earth, you present fruits of primal seed
Have you jewels hid, waiting for our greedy hands
Do you hold even more to harvest for our needs
And in reality, blessings even more in your lands!

O little earth dare we from your take all and even more.
For our ravenous greed, we desire even bigger score!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb 20th , 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Dawn's Welcoming Breath Honors Your Sought After Desires


May wonderful colors and beautiful dreams be your take
I pray rhyming rhapsody sings to your heart's deep content
Heaven's blessings with God's love be your dawn's every cake
Sweet happiness with loving family's your time well spent
Hope dawn's welcoming breath honors your sought after desires.
Dear and true romance brings you joy's romantic burning fires.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 19th, 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Prayer Said, The Beast Knew Not How Quickly It Was To Die

I
rose and
cut the
frozen
aches
with
mental
pains
sun
sent hard
blasting copper
rays that
invaded
through my
stone-cast
burnished
skin
into weeping bones
heart stabbed
brain

nobody
saw
my unfiltered
tears,
splashing
with an angry
face
yet
there it
stood
murky
brooding
long fangs
dripping
and wicked
smile
bigger
that ass-end
of a
Northbound
mule
waiting, waiting
and waiting
but
a drip
a smidgeon
of smarts
told
me
its
weak underbelly
would be
where to
stab it
but
first
must be said.
a prayer,
asking
our Lord
to help
destroy this
raging
red-eyed
beast from the
burning pits
of Hell

with great
trepidation
I
drew
my
bright sabre
its
sharp
blade flashing
and charge
slashing
three deep cuts
into that
foul monster
that hideous
form
it
fell back
dying
spitting
green poison as
it expired
I stood aghast
as
I saw
that poison
had eaten away
my blade
the
beast
dead
a shadow
appeared
and
proclaimed
you, you,
you slayed
my pet
but
its
only a
baby
next time.
it
will be
its
dad, twenty times
bigger
I just laughed
saying
God cares
not about
any size
for
it too
shall
die!

Robert J. Lindley, Verse
10-01-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Time Of Righteous Justice Was Then At Hand
(Part One)


I woke, the damn horrid shadow was standing there
Gleam in its hateful eyes, casting a deadly stare
Its deadly claws dripping a bright-cast bloody red
Its venomous whispers, saying, soon you be dead
Rising from my bed, I asked why do you threat
It replied, soon you will see true, I made my bet
Then it gave forth that huge sardonic evil grin
Shouting your sharp sword will not save you yet again
Behind it, legion of demons laughing with glee
All pointing their crooked, black fingers right at me
For a mere moment I felt a deep twinge of fright
Then I remembered, almighty god was my might
My sharp sword was not mine but was his to command
And behind his standard, I dare to take my stand!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet(Part One)
June 22nd, 1974

Old Note-
I will finish this poem with a part two and possibly part three when I return.

New Note- I found this old poem was in the batch of poems in the journal that I found in my oldest brother's attic.
It was to be a three part series, being three sonnets in all.
I've decided to write the remaining two sonnets to finish it when I return from my vacation. God bless, Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an itching in the game
Was there honorable valor in soul's deeper felt hate
Dare I tempt yet again the hard vicious hand of Fate
Last time, repercussions were almost impossible to bear
But scorching volcano in me cried it is only fair
Had not the evil temptress burned alive my best friend
But my sword will certainly be her righteously brought end.

It was then I knew the unholy beast had flown back home
Had done ghastly work, leaving behind bloodshed as it roam
Not sparing innocent lives of babies and young kids
Seeking to slay wherever they went and cleverly hid
Ahh but, this true sword and razor-sharp blade it soon may greet
And within all of death's aching throes its demise thus meet
A sworn oath, a promise sword upon an ancient stone
The huge monstrous beast will receive wherever it has flown.

As gleaming moon its golden rays showered upon earth
I knelt to pray to my God for all of my worldly worth
To gift me insight and power to end its wicked life
And that I am not to be shredded by its claw-like knife
Or even bitten by any of its long daggerlike teeth
Nor knocked senseless and its trampling feet stomped beneath
This sincerest prayer I utter to Heaven up high
That in this Holy quest, God rewards me, I do not die.

Robert J. Lindley, Narrative
Nov. 23rd, 1973, age 19
Part One...