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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-30-2015, 09:30 PM
A thread to present sonnets. A poetry form some poets never master and some even fear to try..
Myself, I delight in them and have won many contest placing my sonnet against various other poems in other forms.

Sonnets:


The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many jealous, fellow men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Charming lady dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-17-2015, 09:39 PM
Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal



Dark shadows of death it enshrouds,
roaring lightning in storming clouds
Flames it destroys as it dares burn
Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn

Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills
long before creeping dawn-time chills
Yet its mercy screams out very loud
candlelight given unto good and proud

Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs
echoes songs of glistening waking frogs
Far above the ancient nighttime croaks
angels remove earthly blinding cloaks

At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks
Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015

Balu
06-17-2015, 10:07 PM
Tank you Tyr-Ziu Saxnot!
This is Great to start a day from reading your poetry. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/light_skin/hi.gif

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-18-2015, 11:34 AM
Thunder Gives Its Preceding Applause

The Rain gifts blessings multi-fold,
aided by its sister Wind, earth reaps.
Bounties plentiful, harvests gold ,
as into awaiting soil it seeps.

Fields cry for the coming spray,
showers sent to man and beast.
If withheld we begin to truly pray,
so that we live and may have a feast.

Echoes in Heaven announce the Rain,
thunder gives its preceding applause.
A gift, same as in our births pain,
we must conform to Nature's laws.

Skies above gift this blessing down.
Upon earth's thirsty, waiting gown.

Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015

Note-
Nature's gift, this bounty we receive,
Gods love, even as Satan deceives
Look up to give returning praise,
for from death only He was ever raised...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-20-2015, 08:08 PM
Another sonnet, I just had to write this one because my muse beat on me so! :laugh:-Tyr

Sunshine Upon A Dark Day


Great lamentations sadden this dark room
And cries held back cut the silent tears
Such young death displays a tragic doom
As survivors fight back their deep fears!

Yet outside the sun shines deeply bright
Day holds promises for those still living
More heartache will rip out this night
She is now gone, gone is her sweet giving!

Listen, angels sing this great loss now
As light filters into this lonely place
She lays there with no sweat on her brow
with sweetest smile on her beautiful face!

Night has fallen, we now feel very alone
She- the light on our souls, is now gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-21-2015, 11:20 PM
Another sonnet. I love to write sonnets, they come so easily to me. -Tyr



Cool Morning Winds Blow Soft And Fair


Bury your deepest sorrow in fertile soil,
let the pain waste away right there.
Sad heartache is worse than slaving toil,
yet cool morning winds blow soft and fair.

Do not be sad,there is hope in the life,
rainbows appear when least expected.
Darkness rages on with trouble and strife,
judgment when love and faith are neglected.

Do not be downcast, blessings come unaware,
walk the path a man should hold dear.
Dare the night to give its best scare,
faith and love conquers every fear.

Watch the sky tilt its shiny bright head.
Hope lives on if you are not already dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-21-2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-22-2015, 07:48 PM
Another sonnet!! -Tyr


Epitaph On Embraced Denial



Rocks falling from so many dark night skies
Rotten fruit baked into newly prized pies
Evil racing in disguised as fine new light
For we not blind by this enlightened sight!

Storms now called lovely soothing breeze
Glory and praise heaped upon broken trees
The new thought given out as purest gems
Broken vows pretending to be faithful hymns!

Stars shining on man on sad earthly ground
Fail to expose decrees so wickedly unsound
Life now races on a long deeply false path
Lies told on why we now reap God's holy wrath!

O' man! Why not seek what you absolutely deny
That without God, our souls shall never fly!


Robert J. Lindley, 07-22- 2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-23-2015, 12:49 PM
Yes, I wrote yet another sonnet. My favorite form I have recently returned to for my own great pleasure..-Tyr

Time Is An Eternal Book


Time is an eternal book with covers so worn
it embraces us even before we are born
Pages may be long and very deeply stained
sadly in this life so much is unexplained!

There are pictures of our infamous deeds
proof our our fruits and barbaric seeds
Times we refuse to help those in dire need
They were bountiful crops, we were the weed!

Yet recorded also our moments of victories
times we gave of ourselves and loved others
Life recorded complete with its mysteries
How nothing beats the love of our mothers!

Near the end we may see the spilt ink so bad
Yet know its too late and our future is sad!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth..
edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-25-2015, 10:21 AM
Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1


Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows,
overhead moon and stars race in shows.
Owl hoots out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat,
fire burning, his dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away a panther lets loose angry call,
just announces its great power is all.
Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal,
so silently deadly so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life."
Me this damn happy, even without a wife!

Robert J. Lindley
November 18, 1977

Note- An old sonnet from my stored
private writes.So very long ago but I
can still remember the late night whiskey
drinking when writing this one!
This sprang from my reading Emerson
and Poe that night(from old footnote).
Strange that it was not a dark poem!
Perhaps Emerson won out.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-25-2015, 10:50 AM
A lesson in ignoring certain poetry sanctioned rules. -Tyr

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1

Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows,
overhead moon and stars race in shows.
Owl hoots out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat,
fire burning, his dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away a panther lets loose angry call,
just announced its great power is all.
Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal,
so silently deadly, so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life."
Me this damn happy, even without a wife!

Robert J. Lindley
November 18, 1977

Note- An old sonnet from my stored
private writes.So very long ago but I
can still remember the late night whiskey
drinking when writing this one!
This sprang from my reading Emerson
and Poe that night(from old footnote).
Strange that it was not a dark poem!
Perhaps Emerson won out.

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Now is this poem(SHOWN BELOW) better after I edited to meet proper sonnet syllable count?
I think it is not myself. Which is why I often ignore the ten syllable count in my
sonnets.-Robert

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1(edited version to meet the ten syllable count)


Deep in the dark woods a campfire glowing,
overhead moon and stars race on showing.
Owl now hooting out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Enjoying this solitary retreat,
fire burning,dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away panther lets loose angry call,
just announcing its great power is all.
Overhead owl flies out to get a meal,
silent, deadly so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the greatest life."
Me this happy, even without a wife!

Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-26-2015, 08:35 PM
For She, This Victory Was Gained-- Sonnet- Number 2


You that loved her for her long, yellow hair,
I for her grace, charm and brilliant mind.
You left her sick and without a damn care,
while I nursed her to health staying behind.

Nights that you had her wrapped in your lies,
You fooled her with your snakelike charm.
I sat alone trying to break your evil ties,
desperately fighting to defeat your harm.

That summer we battled for her sweet hand.
A contest between your evil and truth's might.
I defeated you utterly with a true moral stand,
And you the rascal fled away in the hot night.

Now we together found exactly what true love is.
Love is "we and ours", happily not,"her and his"!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015

Note: Very loosely based upon a past experience in the late 70's..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-28-2015, 01:26 AM
Started as a sonnet but went too deep for that to be. I simply can not undo what I was inspired to write.
Posting this poem here , although not a 14 verse sonnet, (as it was originally birthed to be) but my muse,
the vixen, had other plans!
Hope you may enjoy the longer version...-Tyr



Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Sunrise toasted heart and stirred Love,
a beam of Hope deep within his mind.
Softened calls from the morning dove,
served to set him aglow and then remind.

He could no longer hold onto the dead,
she that fired his spirit and Soul.
Yet always, he remembers words she said,
how Time raced with its goal and toll.

Thoughts on life to be actively loved,
gave energy for his passionate flight.
Each sunny day hit him hard and shoved,
imagined beauties visiting him each night.

Yet always, this memory haunted his mind,
how darling wife said , Yes forever I do!
And how he cried deeply replying in kind.
They together each morn their love renew!

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015

Note- Looking back, life sho' has been
a majestic and wild ride!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-28-2015, 10:17 PM
That Old Tree Was Loved


That old tree had weathered many storms past
Veteran of countless intense brush fires
Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast
Yet this summer, one can see where it tires.

Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up
Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn
Dried out looking for water from drought's cup
If it dies this year , so it was its turn.

Child of nine swung from its lofty branches
Climbing so very high for a huge thrill
Tree was life and we daring to take chances
To see farther, what lay over the next hill.

A picture of old and ancient life now gone.
Remembering, this heart again feels so alone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015

Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty.
When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there. Only a huge stump remained.
For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world.........

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-02-2015, 12:56 AM
Just A Natural Thing


Emerging into the coolness of the frost on the ground,
Nature calls deeply to my soul with its sweetest sound
Fall has sunk in with its widespread leaf killing bite
The wild woods so naked present a less appealing sight.

Sunset breeze stings much more in its calm and cool way,
Nature demands more from furry critters in hardship pay
Owls know the coming change will bring them more meals
Drastic change spreads across meadows, woods and hills.

This coming bleak and savagely measured epic onslaught,
a lethal trap to the many critters unprepared and caught
No mercy given in Nature's most wrathful and cold season
Nature demands weak and sick die, survival is the reason.

Spring awaits killing off of the useless, and its unneeded.
Its garden must flourish with beauty after its been weeded!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015

Sonnet number three,
Nature's Garden Weeded..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-08-2015, 07:19 PM
Death, A Mystery So Dreaded


What light will shine upon my demise
perhaps a lone candle burning low
Penny for your thoughts sounds so wise
will that light burn truly to glow!

Will light shadows dance upon the wall
a lively jig, complete with shouts
Will I still hear my beloved ones call
or even know to have such doubts?

Can I wander back, check on my friends
just a quick glimpse just to see
Shall death have twists, turns and bends
or deep blackness merely engulf me?

My dear loves, my life will it be missed
If I find not, will I be sorely pissed?


R.J. Lindley
jan. 17th 1979

Note-- Eileen Manassian mentioned in a
blog comment that she thought my sonnets
quite good. So I now break out this sonnet
from my private journal written 36 years ago
when I was 25 years old.
I dedicate its public showing to her, my friend.
Trust me, I made no changes in it .I learned my
lesson from mistakenly doing that..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-09-2015, 12:52 PM
God's Poetry Of Stars And Its Deep Verse


God's poetry of stars, and its deep verse
a play HE need not ever rehearse.
Heavens filled with stars shining,
poets sweetly writing ,loving and opining.

God's poetry of earth, and its deep verse
healthy love and life needing no nurse.
Majestic rivers, lakes and cool, cool streams
endless wonders and heads filled with dreams.

God's poetry of mankind, and its deep verse
ever forward, no need to reverse
Roads to travel, love and promised paradise
needing no more, such will surely suffice.

God's poetry of earth, a well for our thirst.
God's poetry of earth, in his Love we are first!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2015

Note- A new sonnet, written just because I can..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-11-2015, 10:33 AM
I Cried For My Father's Death


I cried for my father's death then
but never for my own cutting pain
That was not understood back when
I felt my life had nothing to gain.

Life taught me few things are fair
misery and pain follow every gift
Although young with full head of hair
life gave nothing to spirit uplift.

Often in awe of power of the storm
we forget the damage such inflicts
Such folly too often is the norm
sadly man's Nature allows such tricks.

Time onward flows as old wounds it heals
Life does reward those, Love's heart steals!

R.J. Lindley

May 9th, 1985

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-13-2015, 12:12 AM
Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul


I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell,
With evil, sins and smells of eating hate.
Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar
An escape before death proves me too late?

I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom,
Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures.
No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom,
An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures!

Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown,
A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood.
Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown.
Into my searching heart each a river in flood.

This valley holds deep my father's longing soul.
This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll!

R.J. Lindley
May 20TH 1983

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-14-2015, 12:49 AM
Autumn Revisited , A Look Back


Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly
no respite from Winter's friend
Over heading the wild birds soar on by
almost time for this season's end.

This stream , banks covered in green moss
shall very soon flow deeper and cold
This forest will reflect more of this loss
musings I find deeper as I grow old!

What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair?
a short gust in a fast receding storm
Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair
survival searching now is the prime norm.

As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast
Slowing moving Time suddenly races so fast!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015

Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension
goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were
brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection
from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-14-2015, 11:06 AM
Thoughts On The Rail


I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!

I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!

May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Above the din of sin and earthly strife!

Thoughts swim in this old but fertile brain.
Memories from a wild past, rise and live again!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-14-2015, 10:06 PM
Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top


I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!

Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep like a speeding car!

Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!

Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and take my chances!

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 16th, 1973

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-15-2015, 11:46 AM
Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it..

Edit- This poem has been chosen for November publication at Whispers. com.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-15-2015, 08:50 PM
My Life For Her All


Her eyes sent softest heart's yearnings
a candle flicker blowing in the wind
My mind filled with awe and great learnings
desired her and her only in the end.

Passion's arrows flew straight and very deep
wishes danced in glee within my weary head
Missing her kept me from good night's sleep
as her sexy visions swirled around my bed.

Dreams fed my ardor into hot fevered lust
she goddess of desire, now so dearly missed
Totally captured, it was her hand or bust
yet our love grew and we had not even kissed.

To be mine! She was destined to thus fall
I gambled everything, my life for her all!

R.J. Lindley
NOV. 25, 1977
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Dare I, Own Up And Confess


Whispering shadows floating in the dark
Sound of laments ringing in their wake
Biting with wicked teeth so like a shark
seeking one lost and lonely soul to take!

Alarm clock wakes me from such a dream
yet bloodstains are at foot of the bed
How silly! All was not as it did seem
nightmares rage inside my old, aching head!

Rising to race quickly to the cold shower
stepped in a slippery,soft and warm mess
Blood on my feet, shows dreams have power
now the police demand I own up and confess!

Waking! My ankles shackled to these bars
Got a feeling,this dream going to leave scars!


Robert J. Lindley. 08-15-2015

Note. A dark sonnet for a change.
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Beauty Grows Roadside Flowers In May

Why worry about the vast dark terrors unseen
when man himself walks often as a raging beast
The beautiful peacock struts and does so preen
as rising sun shines its glory from the East.

Does not an eagle fly next to the shining Sun
where spirits unseen rest within its fire
Tempt the worst to better enjoy the very best
do not great poets love and so richly inspire.

Far above, stars and heaven exist, to look down
upon man's prideful loves, lives and affairs
So true! Far too many seek an undeserved crown
strut about in arrogance and prideful airs.

If truth be sought, such vanities race away
as sweet beauty grows roadside flowers in May!

R.J. Lindley
Feb, 11, 1976

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-18-2015, 07:53 PM
Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart


A gentle song in your voice, only I could hear
loving you my choice, losing my greatest fear
Grabbing that light coming from your soft eyes
was touching a rainbow in clear blue skies!

Your beauty, stream growing splashing flowers
my heart beating for our time, midnight hours
Your glowing soul, baby steps into my realm
your kisses given, my heart they overwhelm!

Memories tell me, you are still by my side
to hold these, your death my mind does hide
Some sweet nights, I feel your soft touch
those are the nights, I embrace so damn much!

Such dreams, hold in place my grieving heart.
Prayers begging, begging our love to restart!

R.J. Lindley
Feb, 25 1981

Note--Old sonnet, found folded in a old poetry book.
I must have placed it there and forgotten.
I did edit out some personal references and shortened it to be a sonnet.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-03-2015, 01:25 AM
No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul


Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep
dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace,
horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep
grim echoes bounce all over the place.

Midnight hour, signals its coming call
evil whispers sing a death chant,
Candles burning low in the castle hall
gloom rises up to blackness enhance.

No retreat, this battle always rages
stabs and cuts both victims endure,
Shields fallen, damnation then engages
bruised heart, this life remains impure.

No reprieve for the lost, battered soul
past sins, eat in deep, take their toll

Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015

Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started
and gnawed at me to finish it.
Past memories cry out to be satisfied...

Gunny
09-03-2015, 04:14 AM
A thread to present sonnets. A poetry form some poets never master and some even fear to try..
Myself, I delight in them and have won many contest placing my sonnet against various other poems in other forms.

Sonnets:


The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many jealous, fellow men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

I used to watch the Guns of Will Sonnet. :laugh: Starring Walter Brennan.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-03-2015, 11:23 AM
I used to watch the Guns of Will Sonnet. :laugh: Starring Walter Brennan.
Me too. They just don't make 'em like that any more!! -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-06-2015, 02:24 AM
As We Jostle For The Next Joy-Ride

How shall we seek our happiness now
At this closing of the dark hour
When life brings on a dark so foul
no flag waves atop castle's tower.

Only stench of the corruption below
holds our senses in disbelief
Multi-colored balloons all for show
all blindness, we feel no grief.

Fields stretched in desolation galore
barren yet seen with foolish pride
Seas raging with sad, polluted shores
as we jostle for the next joy-ride!

Shall we gather to sing our demise
Or seek counsel from the very wise?

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1990

NEW NOTE--I have absolutely no memory of what inspired this poem.
Could have been a whiskey night and bad troubles long since forgotten.
I am now quite sure if that is the case , I do not want to regain that memory.-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-09-2015, 10:39 PM
Shadow Mist, Fear Of Past Sins


Ghostly trails, shadows whirl in and out.
Trees line sad dream in very deep rows.
Alas! Danger lurks ahead, no time to scout,
Daybreak may hold red meat for the crows.

Where you see ahead a bend holds new fear.
Echoes call out, watch- remember the past.
You shudder deeply, eye finds a lost tear,
Pray for help because evil moves in so fast!

Sun sets and the darkness looms thick ahead.
Falling rays wrapping the shadows in haze.
Mind screams out, go away-you are now dead,
running along, a fool in a mind lost daze!

Shadowy mist, crowding you into its sphere.
You choke on cowardice, brought by deep fear!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-09-2015

Note- A Dark Sonnet on a blind and lost soul
that was gifted light...

He that was once lost, found a key.
He that once hated all-
Found he also hated me....
Answer came, when faith finally made a call.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-15-2015, 09:47 PM
Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

Like a tight jar your fate is sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.

Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your names.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shames.

You walk along a dark, foreboding path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.

Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!

Robert J. Lindley
1986

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-16-2015, 08:43 PM
Tempests That Eat Upon This Stony Shore


There lay hidden, shadows in that great storm
tempests that eat upon this stony shore.
Night hides devils wrecking such great harm
destroying that our hearts most adore!

Waves crash into massive rocks that so shield
soft play grounds of white sanded beaches.
Harsh winds beat the flowers in bright field
all are savaged as its darkness reaches!

Memories hold treasures we pray remain safe
flashes of beauty existing only hours before.
Fast stormy missiles blast all as they strafe
wrecking havoc and destruction ever more!

Save our souls, we deeply, earnestly do pray
Give us this gift, that we again see light of day!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-16-2015

Note-This poem was written by me back in early 90's.
I decided to bring it from my private journal and present it here with a very minor edit.
In the last verse, I changed the word "joy" to --"gift"...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-20-2015, 07:46 PM
Untitled Sonnet

I sat lost in deep thought to write today,
memories flooding an old poet's mind.
So little time, so important words to say
hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind!

My muse, she went sailing around the world,
often for me that is a pure delight.
In my tired old mind words are now swirled,
yet my inner spirit longs to fight.

Do I write of past loves and desperate lies,
heartache eating away cold hard stone?
Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies,
that warm this surging heart to the bone!

Ah, too many words invade this weary mind.
Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind.

Robert J. Lindley, written in 91'

Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91..
perhaps placed aside for later editing, however
the older me now boldly says it is ok as is..
citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title
should reflect past and present case..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-20-2015, 11:05 PM
A Religion That MURDERS All That Oppose Its Course


Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread.
Punitive actions given for words we long ago said.
Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst.
Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list.

Do not fear such hiding and lowlife coward's secret plans.
Unite and record they and their insidious deeds.
Stay the course, honor truth and fight the good fight.
Teach fear is a double edged sword they too may yet feel.

Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread.
Punitive actions given for words we long ago said.
Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst.
Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list.

Understand this, we shall soon see their darkest face.
As we and our children they plan to murder and erase.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-20-2015

Note- SONNET

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-24-2015, 09:12 AM
Well of Memory Calls My Heart And Soul


Well of Memory, sweet love thoughts I treasure

holding great loves and joys beyond measure

Mere moment's thought summons up such delights

to soothe my lonely spirit on the darkest nights.



Without those my life would be so dead and dry

much like an calm ocean without a blue sky

I perish the thought, birth not such a nightmare

bring not my early death by such a scare!



I seek to happily live to a happy and ripe old age

vanquish my greatest fears, conquer my epic rage

Pray I, travel on while deeply, serenely sleeping

Be long gone before the heartache and sad weeping.


Longings of heart and mind upon illness and old age.

Imaginations soaring, seeking solace within last page.


Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2014

Note- Rewritten and altered into sonnet form.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-27-2015, 01:18 AM
Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

I ate from your welcoming glitter plate
touches easing my restless soul.
Desperate, in love praying, not too late
never saw two eyes black as coal.

There were sweet drugs in your soft words
and dancing steps in your walk.
I flew with you, flew with soaring birds
heaven closer each time we talk.

Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame
as friends point out how you used.
Seeing contempt at how you played the game
that left me so miserable and bruised.

Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still.
Force myself, to lock it there against my will!

Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015

Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that
love brings.
Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-01-2015, 08:11 PM
Early Winter Farm Chores

Shall I muse at midnight on the morning sun
now hiding very far beyond the pale.
Dread farmyard chores needing to be done
as morn sun rises over hill and dale.

Warm in bed, warding off deep windy chills
with winter marching in far too soon.
Tarry late and hot glowing embers embrace
rising late only in a lazy afternoon!

Or instead jump from this warm , soft bed
racing on out when red rooster crows.
Quickly getting pigs and chickens well fed
all long before the cold winter snows!

Up early before morning's sweet sunlight.
Another farming day, another long fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015

Note-- Edited an older poem from back in the 80's.
Shortened into a sonnet..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-07-2015, 10:53 PM
A Sea God, Man Learned To Domesticate
( POSEIDON)

Lighthouse light can now just barely penetrate
where rocky shores sit ready to decimate.
As fate waits ready to this ship devastate
waiting divine evil winds to designate.

Sea god in anger desires to demonstrate
harm no other deity can replicate.
To mortal man disaster will resonate
fear teaching him the sea god to elevate.

Great storm power man can hardly estimate
its divine angry cause only speculate.
Falling in religious search to meditate
pray for divine solution to celebrate.

When seeds of learning and logic germinate
Man found sea gods that he could then desecrate!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2015

Note-- Non-typical sonnet, with 11 syllable count.
I like to experiment, fits my rebelling sentiment to
indulge my non-typical poetic temperament. I
refuse to be an eternal slave to form..Something
in my spirit always rebels...

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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-10-2015, 08:51 PM
Bravest Heart Stands Upon A Mountain High

When courage dares to prove it exists
Bravest heart stands upon a mountain high
Troubles reigning and evil turns to twist
When honor sets itself ready to fly.

Deeds little sung but princely overall
Ransom demanded so bravely in blood paid
Honor, loss paid by those hearing the call
Courage the test, death the ransom in trade.

Life singing holding truth of honest light
Where danger and pain are the highest cost
What bravery if not in great hard fight
Or great battle praised, if nothing is lost?

The brave living with hearts of golden souls.
Sacrifices give admirable roles!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2015

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-12-2015, 08:46 PM
With Mists Setting Imprisoned Souls So Free

Riverside shines bright in its pearly dew
touching epic beauty one must give thanks.
For dancing flowers soaked and very new
willow trees weeping along its soft banks.

Smooth flowing water moving right along
fish flopping to see the majestic scene.
Swirls in eddies sing a melodic song
colorful mallards splashing as they preen.

Slice of paradise, as fine as a gem
every moment the call of sweetest glee.
Nature, tis' both great symphony and hymn
with mists setting imprisoned souls so free!

As night fell, the brilliant sky it did glow
Nature just smiled, at fine but lesser show!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015

Note- Another sonnet, this one describing a moment in time at
a very special spot from my youth.




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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-13-2015, 08:27 PM
Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires


Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse
Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways,
Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise,
Their golden sails adream in evening haze.

Thoughts of broken spirit wander sadly
Unfriendly waters; raging, storm-shattered they roam;
Sea-reft their beauty, moaning all their music,
No haven dares to call them home.

Far sundered are their soundings, far diverging
Magic winds that sing their course,
For some may find the Hesperides, but others,
Those far, sad and dark islands of Remorse.

There they may safely harbor, dark as hell's morn
Awaiting in the cradle, where deathless aches are born!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015

Note- Non-traditional sonnet, archaic messaging.

(A) "adream"--Webster's Third New International Dictionary

adream adjective
Etymology: a- (I) + dream, v.
dreaming
old people motionless and adream
- See more at: http://findwords.info/term/adream#sthash.UnF3w8ZI.dpuf

(B) "reft" ---A past tense and a past participle of reave.

reave
rēv/
verbarchaic
carry out raids in order to plunder.
rob (a person or place) of something by force.
"reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast"
steal (something).

source- https://encrypted.google.com/#q=reave+definition

(C) "sundered"--sun·der
ˈsəndər/
verbliterary
past tense: sundered; past participle: sundered
split apart.
"the crunch of bone when it is sundered"
synonyms: divide, split, cleave, separate, rend, sever, rive
"his father and he were sundered by religious differences"

(D) Hesperides--Definition of HESPERIDES. 1. : a legendary garden at the western extremity of the world producing golden apples. 2. : the nymphs in classical mythology who guard with the aid of a dragon a garden in which golden apples grow.
Hesperides | Definition of Hesperides by Merriam-Webster
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/HesperidesMerriam‑Webster

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-14-2015, 08:22 PM
Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?

Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being a lying pretender
never giving up what fate bequeath!

Restless spirits from vanquished foes
can not invade that haughty parade.
Brave conquerors of weakened tribes
living out a false, arrogant charade.

History now reveals the dishonor disguised.
And tales of false victories cleverly contrived!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015

Note- http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1997/native-americans.html

In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist.

"In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes.

"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand.

In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-16-2015, 10:25 AM
I just reworked this older sonnet to bring it into proper sonnet form. Previously it had been in modern sonnet form.
I rewrote it to meet traditional sonnet form.

Tempests That Eat Upon Stony Shores


There lay hidden- shadows in a great storm
tempest that eats upon this stony shore.
Night hiding devils wrecking such great harm
destroying in our hearts we most adore!

Waves crash into massive rocks that so shield
playgrounds of ivory sanded beaches.
Harsh winds beating the flowers in bright field
all are savaged as its darkness reaches!

Memories hold that we pray remains safe
glow of beauty existing hours before.
Fast stormy missiles blast all as they strafe
wrecking hell and destruction ever more!

Save our souls, we deeply, earnestly pray.
Give this gift, so we can see light of day!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-16-2015

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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Note-This poem was written by me back in early 90's.
I decided to bring it from my private journal and
present it here with a very minor edit.
In the last verse, I changed the word "joy" to --"gift"..
And just rewrote it again to bring it into traditional sonnet form.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-16-2015, 05:50 PM
Old Maid Hadder Got Madder And Madder


Old maid Hadder got madder and madder
wind blew her bonnet and cast upon it.
Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder
taken aback, next she fell doggone it!

Did not matter, her day in a tatter
rain pouring down, gave her another frown.
Wind drove and gusted all the more at her
in her shame she felt even more a clown!

She could never rise not that it matters
her sad life now placed her in such tatters.
Her legs exposed showed fatter and fatter
with no lover, simply did not matter!

Sad tale of a mad, old lady Hadder.
To get up, had to use a step ladder.

Robert J. Lindley


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For contest---
MAD AS A HORNET - SONNET - poetry contest


Blog Posted:10/16/2015 2:48:00 PM
MAD AS A HORNET – SONNET

One NEW poem on the topic of --- MAD AS A HORNET

Only form acceptable is a SONNET. May be English, Italian, or French style.
See Shadow Poetry for descriptions, syllable and rhyme patterns.
I undertake this endeavor with great trepidation so jump right in and make
some waves.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-17-2015, 10:58 AM
Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark

Where I saw tall trees wearing many crowns
with greatest splendor wrapping spreading limbs.
Early each morn wearing soft, dewy gowns
floating teardrops dropping from brightened stems.

Ancient tree trunks adorned with gnarly knots
such rustic beauty in their thickened bark.
Nature gives majesty as it allots
be it ancient tree or skimming skylark.

Trees holding my heart in sky-filling grasp
sky reaching titans eating my dark gloom.
Nature's beauty awes within me to gasp
and with inspired mind paint a wooded room.

Return I to timeless inspiring scene.
Trees grabbing at the bluest sky to preen.

R. J. Lindley
Sept, 1981

Note- From my private journal, written back in 1981. One minor correction made today.

"Return I --"again"- to timeless inspiring scene." The word "again" removed in order to meet the ten syllable count. Man, how I dearly hate having to do that.......
Exactly why so often I ignore poetry form restricting requirements!

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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

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A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made


While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.

Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!

Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.

Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015

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Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-19-2015, 08:59 PM
Red Sunsets On The Blue Hills

What of soft red sunsets on the blue hills
Or true love found in a dusky the light.
Just as night frights give deeper cold chills
Crimson sunsetting views show heaven's might.

Such wondrous blazing stirs in me a dream
Fire cast from Valhalla's great skies.
Reminding of dying brave warrior's gleam
Of truth in death bearing no twisted lies.

Of glowing red sunbeams gracing sweet earth
We can see true courage gifting its hope.
Man cries praying for all that he is worth
For all resting beyond his earthly scope.

When red sunsets tell us life does renew.
We may ponder the path we dare to choose!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2015
(Modern Sonnet)
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Note: On sonnets, I hold that the message far outranks the
far too restrictive form of set meter. Thus I refuse to write in such.
I did adhere to the requirement of ten syllables per verse.

http://www.writing-world.com/poetry/schimel1.shtml
Of course, these "rules" for writing a sonnet are meant to be broken.
And even when adhering to the rules, there will be variation; lines
need not be perfectly iambic, so long as the predominant pattern is
consistent enough to be recognized as such. Many modern sonnets no
longer rhyme, or have variant rhyme schemes, but are still identifiably
a sonnet because it adheres to enough of the rules.

(1.) Valhalla---In Norse mythology, Valhalla
(from Old NorseValhöll "hall of the slain"[1])
is a majestic,enormous hall located in Asgard,
ruled over bythe god Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those
who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death,
led by valkyries, while the other half go to the
goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr. In Valhalla,
the dead join the masses of those who have died
in combat known as Einherjar, as well as various
legendary Germanic heroes and kings, as they prepare
to aid Odin during the events of Ragnarök. Before
the hall stands the golden tree Glasir, and the
hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields.
Various creatures live around Valhalla, such as
the stag Eikţyrnir and the goat Heiđrún, both
described as standing atop Valhalla and consuming
the foliage of the tree Lćrađr.
Valhalla is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled
in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources,
the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri
Sturluson, Heimskringla, also written in the 13th century
by Snorri Sturluson, and in stanzas of an anonymous
10th century poem commemorating the death of Eric Bloodaxe
known as Eiríksmál as compiled in Fagrskinna. Valhalla
has inspired various works of art, publication titles,
popular culture references, and has become a term
synonymous with a martial (or otherwise) hall of the chosen
dead.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-21-2015, 09:49 PM
Heeding The Wisdom Of Ancient Sages

Spit on the blinded world in denial
walking hastily the straight and narrow.
Waste not time drinking from poison vial
plant destiny's seeds with better harrow.

Preparing the soil in its sweet splendor
never wasting time in useless pleasures.
Achieve something great to children render
other than usual earthly treasures.

Waking to morn's glow by the sun's bright light
heeding the wisdom of ancient sages.
Find your mountain, climb to its greatest height
looking downward and backward through the ages.

Spit on the blinded world in denial.
Waste not time drinking from poison vial.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-24-2015, 02:04 AM
Glorious Moon

Lonely night I search for light of new moon
sadness absent, seek its comfort so soon
When weak are joys, hopes strewn across my path
wash soul in wetness of celestial bath

Worse are nights that despair crowds deeply in
dark blocks memories of lovers and friends
Salvation beams down Old Man in the Sky
igniting love as tears drop from my eyes

Shadows flee from beams of inspired moonlight
wash my heart in love that vanishes fright
Spirit offers, moonlight joy as its gift
rays of happiness blessings soon uplift

Blessed nights, crystal skies serve the moon
music fills my heart, I dance to its tune.

Robert J. Lindley , 03-14-2014



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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-25-2015, 11:41 PM
My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear
a racing orb of light so very bright.
A love lost, great tragedy so many fear
as small children do darkness of night.

If only to live and not be too late
for the appointed day that I died.
Mend the widening cracks in my plate
careful to eat my stolen eggs fried.

Should a poet compose for me a monody
I shall rise again just to hear.
For my sweet soul fled my tortured body
but my love lives in a maiden's tear.

Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune.
Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015

Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse
of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to
be a sonnet!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-26-2015, 10:05 AM
With Glowing Soft Colors In Rainbow Hues

Romantic night of given heart, my sweet
whatever shall dearest life truly be?
Your softest touch and gentle heartbeat,
mermaid swimming in my romantic sea.

I hold only dreams of your beating heart
with glowing soft colors in rainbow hues.
Praying daily that we shall never part
that my life never meets such dreaded blues.

May we live lost within your finest dance
while sleeping beside meadow flowers glow.
Your love dwells in finest, purest romance,
in a blessed gift joined, I pray to know.

Your dance swept me completely off my feet.
Forever my life joined with your heartbeat.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2015

Note- Sonnet on romance , one hundred words, perfect tens.

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edit- Recently placed 2nd in a contest.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-28-2015, 10:13 AM
Yet We Endure, We Lost Devils Of Mankind


O' what boldness the soft-shoe'd thief had
when rustling through my heart's home.
Invisible- never seen, but wickedly bad
and just as complicated as a geodesic dome.

Sent ahead- her vision to my soul entice
she of wondrous eyes and softest arms.
Knowing I'd be trapped by my own device
and never resist the lures of her charms!

Life's ancient irony is that love is blind
and biggest fool, a wishful hero to be.
Yet we endure, we lost devils of mankind
desperately swimming, each in our sea.

Of earth's patient resilience, love yet stands.
Victor, across each border and all the lands!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2015

Note- A sonnet dedicated to this fine day!

I woke- sweet light met my eyes
aware that everybody dies
My- how youth and dear time fly
life again- yet for another day,
or is that just another comforting lie?

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-30-2015, 09:31 AM
Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain

Heartache deep, it was breaking granite stones
sun eclipsed on that raging fateful day.
He felt it, the blues down deep in his bones
lost love hurts, love hurts, as they often say.

She came on like lovely dancing whirlwind
such awesome beauty in her raven hair.
Becoming his hot lover and best friend
now he finds her love lost is just not fair.

He aching for days on that summer beach
and beautiful visions of her deep joy.
Her gone, life sought to miserably teach
realization she was never his toy!

Hope came one day, like a new cool Spring rain.
Any broken heart can find love again!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2015

Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-09-2015, 07:17 PM
Deepest Cut Of All

Conjure up soothing visions to delight;
sweetest triumphs parading over there.
Wound of love deeper, epic pain now slight
and images of angelic face so fair.

Jewels on sword she used to cut my hand
seeing the flash, feeling the awful scare.
So deep, up to golden hilt as was planned
images of her angelic face so fair.

Anointed blade, poison laying on its edge;
such finer cuts, never a saddened tear.
No deep remorse for her broken love pledge
even so, hurting heart still wants her near.

Blade easily slides back into its sheath.
Stone heart dances on my heart's broken wreath.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2015

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-16-2015, 11:08 AM
A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas

In that certain wilderness -There abides
An unyielding force to thwart pain.
Where misery fails and comfort resides
And life flourishes in Nature's gain!

Invisible hand- Firmly holds the keys
And serenity there always prevails.
A paradise of beautiful wooded seas
Where moves Time and Age, slow as snails!

Softly the gentle hours float- Into Sky
As furry critters scurry all about.
Man invades and sometimes even asks why
"Are we made God"- with a futile shout!

Natures splendors dare to tell a tale.
About earth and sky- Heaven and Hell.

R.J. Lindley
July 9TH, 1978

Note- Sonnet from ages ago.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-16-2015, 08:45 PM
Forsaken Love

Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me
my miserable life now cut in shreds
If only thee had instead set me free
love, no longer sharing our silkened beds

To what ending hath thou denied my love
with darkness cast into our sadden souls
Once our future sailed on so far above
any lost, mundane and unworthy goals

There were eternal sparkles in your eyes
touching that declareth our loving so true
Now blackness clouds into our lost skies
crying, my heart breaks into missing you!

How sad! That you dwelleth within the dark
Letting deceit erase our loving spark.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2015

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(1.)hast
hast/
archaic second person singular present of have.


(2)hath
hath/
archaic third person singular present of have.


(3)thou
thou/
You may have been told that "thou" and "thee" were for familiar use, and "you" and "ye" were
formal. This was not true originally, but it was true for about two centuries, roughly 1450-1650,
including Shakespeare's time. The previously plural "you" was used in the singular to signify
politeness and respect, which left "thou" and "thee" for all the other singular uses, ranging
from endearing intimacy to bitter rudeness. Eventually, the politer "you" drove out nearly all
uses of "thee" and "thou"; they survived mostly in poetry and religion.


(4)dwelleth - Wiktionary
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dwelleth
dwelleth. (archaic) third-person singular simple present indicative form of dwell [quotations ▽].
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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-21-2015, 09:01 PM
Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow

As her hair flew about, so did my heart,
unknown to me but a vision then loved.
So very strange, way our time got its start,
how she later became my beloved.

Glittering sparkles in her bright blue eyes,
as sun rose merely to reflect her glow
She that merely touched to fill my skies
always smiling as if time she could slow.

Her memory, shall I ever forget,
grace in her walking, sweetness in her voice
I first spoke to her on a friendly bet
now she would be my only loving choice.

Such glowing warmth in her big, bright blue eyes
Her being gone, left me asking the whys?

R.J. Lindley
May 25th 1974

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-23-2015, 06:42 PM
To The Victor Goes The Spoils

With a dark hand, deadly cut gashing deep
No longer man- Now, sought he only peace.
Once fallen foe, his life he could not keep
Battle slain, soul flew upon its release.

Victor took his victim's great sword and shield
Rightful treasure he had so bravely earned.
Dead left to rot on this red battlefield
All pity each fallen had bravely spurned!

Many fallen dispatched with a sharp spear,
Others, a swift sword removing each head.
None showed the coming of death any fear,
Sent into valley, angels feared to tread!

The victor smiled knowing someday his Fate.
For in this gore, he relished and ate!

R.J. Lindley
July 20th 1980

Note-- I grabbed this old poem for my 850th poem presented here.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-27-2015, 01:54 AM
In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

Shall we march: into nights so darkly bound;
And within storms raging the foamy seas;
Rests the power of dark fury unbound,
And desperation in the Fallen's pleas.

Bitter sweet the glories the gods have sent
Small solace unto man's eternal quest,
Wherein the stones dropped are the punishment
And prideful glory is lukewarm at best.

The Valiant are led down a blackened road
In vanity, they sing hollow tunes.
Upon false mountains, lies their sad abode
And truth lay buried in their black sand dunes.

Where age turns their shining armor to rust.
Roams, a dark beast nobody can dare trust.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015

Note- Tis late night--my muse cried out, shut up and write!
A sonnet, to ease a grieving soul and truth takes its toll.


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-27-2015, 11:44 PM
Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed so brightly- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.

And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?

Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
In that vast space keeping souls far apart
They that know of epic past in its day.

Some few kneel, searching again for glory-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2015

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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-28-2015, 03:37 PM
In That Room, We Planted Love's Sweet Bloom Guarded


In that room, we planted love's sweet bloom guarded.
Highest hopes at any cost were sworn a love not lost
Cautionary tales about love's travails disregarded.
Yet future shadowy beast waiting our love to accost.

In secret, cleverly hidden dark of night beast waited
Powerful and patient in darkest shadows it dwells;
For that moment- to strike deep the love it so hated
Thus send two true lover's souls into pits of hells.

With its power cutting romantic flows of love's streams
And sent our lives into deep dives of troubled waters,
We never again to find depths of our fantastic dreams,
Love's realm once welcomed, now sadly,we are squatters!

What was once the beauty of our love now rests in tatters.
Fate decrees, deep misery seas and that is what matters!

R.J. Lindley
May 9th, 1987

NOTE- An old sonnet that had note written-"To be edited"..
PRESENTED WITH NO EDITS as I now think it needs none...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-29-2015, 09:36 AM
Betrayed Expectations
(Sonnet)

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.

Yet there I found only an empty throne
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.

Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find
Nor divine favors for eternal youth.
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind,
justice for all and no distorted truth.

At the foot of Olympus I sought love
but no compassion came down from above.

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Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks my very talented poetic friend.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-29-2015, 09:37 AM
"APHRODITE"

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path!

Yet there I found only an empty throne
where mighty Zeus in honor firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained!

The God of ancient Greece had lost its might,
surrendered sacred glory, and his crown,
Love destroyed at Aphrodite's first sight.
No escape from pain; my heart’s sorrow drown.

My fate was cursed by her passions lure,
ashen remains of a heart once so pure.

Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren ~ 29TH November 2015
Form: Sonnet

Note: Note: It was my great and sincere pleasure
collaborating with my friend Teppo Gren on this poem.
His contribution and poetic insight was truly amazing
and concluding verses astounding.
My friend, you have my sincere thanks.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-29-2015, 09:39 AM
Heart and Wisdom of Olympus

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path!

Yet there I found only an empty throne
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained!

The pain and the sorrow! Where was the heart?
I fell to my knees beseeching the Gods.
Supreme and great Zeus why did you depart?
Perhaps it was Titans, the elder gods.

Then, Callioppe came for her father,
And Themis, the divine man was bidden,
Saying, Zeus gave his heart to his lover,
Seeker be still, wisdom I have hidden!

Robert Lindley & Broken Wings ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: Note: It was indeed my great pleasure collaborating
with my friend Broken Wings on this poem. Her concluding
verses are amazing and brought in the goddess Aphrodite,
to note the darker side of love that we all know exists.
Broken Wings, my good friend you have my sincere thanks
and it was a very great pleasure collaborating with you.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-05-2015, 12:38 PM
Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.

There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!

As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!

I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015

Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.

(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/slumbrous

slumberous (ˈslʌmbərəs ; -brəs) or or slumbrous (ˈslʌmbrəs)
Definitions
adjective (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-20-2015, 03:12 PM
Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into a mottled shade I sought my rest
As I trekked into my favorite woods.
Here I was but an uninvited guest
Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods!

Walking upon an ancient forest floor
Among towering oaks and ancient beech
Always with joy, seeking very much more
And knowledge that my longing soul will teach.

Stream flowing over soft green, mossy rocks
All about evidence of time's slow creep
Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks
As we can commune with Nature so deep!

Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind.
And I, yet again find my ancient friend!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015

Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and
ten syllable verses.
From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite
old growth forest.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-22-2015, 02:33 PM
When An Angry Sky Cries Out

The sky was angry, in its sad, blue heart
For loss: Dark blight covering down below.
The two, joined yet now much farther apart
Its hurting heart began casting forth snow.

Its loud thunder was not then to be found
yet angry pain filled unrelenting clouds.
Below it saw destruction all around
blighted land so sadly weeping in shrouds.

And that mountain touching its glowing soul
had recently cried out in flowing streams.
Polluted and huge dust winds black as coal
blasted, tarnishing its bright crimson dreams!

Falling snow gave a most beautiful white.
Brief covering of epic man-made blight!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015

Note: Sonnet , perfect 100 word count
with-
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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-22-2015, 08:07 PM
Life Saving Rain

Life saving rain, drops splattering about
Indians in drought sought it with a dance.
Falling on tin roof, water from a spout
Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance.

Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers
And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief.
Vast seas depend upon rain's long showers
Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief.

Now we know, rain often heavenly sent
God washes this flower garden he built.
Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent
And we blithely pollute it with no guilt.

Indians honored their rain-god with glee
Not disrespecting it, like you and me!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015

Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN)
Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming
acrostic sonnet.

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Very likely the first of its kind (Rhyming Acrostic Sonnet) methinks!..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-26-2015, 07:48 PM
Within Love's Divine Spark

Shall I sing of dances in soft twilight,
Or racing streams, woods and fairies afloat.
Songbirds and colorful flashes in flight,
Deep gentle seas float with white sailing boats.
Or sweet heaven and God's majestic halls
And beauty of his angels as they fly.
Dreams of hope held dear, aglow in its calls
Golden city in divine clouds on high.

Woodland wonders and other precious things,
Blessings of love, a fuller faith instills.
Life's serenity, honoring grace brings,
Bright rainbows towering over blue hills.

Roses cast forth soft hues of red and whites.
Dream memories of love's most treasured nights.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2015

Note: Had to write a bright sonnet today!

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-30-2015, 08:10 PM
Stronger Dark Coffee Gifts Smelling Appeals

Presented thoughts, added fuel to cooking fires
No regard to irritating hot fans
In life we control our lustful desires
Add more grease to frying breakfast pans
Choose food with enchanted diligent care
Excellent butter graces such great meals
Let swollen hearts gift sweeter roses fair
Stronger dark coffee gifts smelling appeals.

Oft' simple ingredients hold flavor
That life finds a feast too massive to eat
Cooking too long creates a hot fever
And burnt words blister poet's racing feet
But great rewards wait, a true believer
That admits not failure or sad defeat.

Robert J. Lindley

Note: Poets often cook delicious sonnets.
Right amount of butter,temp set right and proper
ingredients.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-01-2016, 08:34 PM
If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines

Whenever you feel life is all vanity and doom
consider the deepest depths of true love.
Stop and consider, glorious flowers in bloom
matching epic beauty of the skies above.

For life shall always have troubles and woes
complete with sad miseries and dark days.
Remember, those great blessings life bestows
and treasures delivered in so many ways.

As years flow by and joy often comes around
be thankful for goodness that so shines.
A silver lining can almost always be found
if memories are sifted when one refines.

Darkness forever yields to greatness of light
Truth eternally supports what is always right.

Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015

Note: Sonnet, mixed syllable count.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-07-2016, 11:18 PM
EDITED
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Magical Mountain Where Blue Cat Resides

Majestic mountain made of magic stone
I climbed every night as a lonely child.
Tall and regal, it stood there all alone
symbol of a world fantastic and wild!

Atop its peak in my racing night dreams
looking across earth's fantastic skies.
Resting below, forests and flowing streams
bright, magical realm where blue cat resides.

Deep within each night's visionary quest
prayer for family, sleeping nearby.
Brave climber daring his courageous best
fantasy and thrills on every night's try!

Magical mountain made of bluest stone.
Conquered by a child, made of flesh and bone!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2016

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3rd poem.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-12-2016, 07:05 PM
I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
as I wade in darkness wherever I may roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-16-2016, 12:31 AM
If We Only Embraced Could Be's

There in a single splash of ocean swell
could be great joy instead of blackest doom.
If only dry desert hotter than hell
could be a wet and spaciously cool room.

The could be's that stirs a man's longing mind
could be ripped from his eternal soul.
What we once were, we shall one day soon find
is a dead ball that no longer will roll.

Lurking in magic thoughts lies such tales
of bright stardust, golden castles and hope.
Could be if we follow magical trails
we'd lasso the moon if given the rope.

If life were jumbo buckets of could be's
man could preserve earth, trees and hopeful seas!

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Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-16-2016, 03:28 PM
Bright Red Heart Of Sunset

Within the bright red heart of sunset,
glowing and glowing thus,
blasts of fires mold those colors
that may stir divine thoughts in us.

Shadows ease in as a crimson sun sinks,
they grow boldly and silently;
between our shielding rapid eye blinks
protecting from light seen too directly.

Tomorrow may bring another ball of fire,
in its steady burn we may see,
images of human dreams, lusts and desires
and find some of what we truly be.

O' red sun why do you not tell us more,
we that stand blind and desperately implore?

R.J. Lindley
Aug.23rd, 1977

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-19-2016, 06:44 AM
Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of it delivering its great hits.
We that live to see it find it to be the pits!

Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-25-2016, 09:35 PM
Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise
Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging.

I played the safe notes in my lone retreat
Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul.
Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat,
With that coward's safety as my main goal!

That fear was always darkness in disguise
My life was safe in it being so wild.
Living just one lousy day the grand prize
Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child!

Pray tell? Why show this discovery now?
Fear now defeated but I know not how.

Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016


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NOTE: Sonnet on why I was so damn wild as a
young man and wanting the world to kill me.
I fought it every damn day, fought people too.
Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young. You will grow old and face that reality as well..
Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last long blow!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-26-2016, 09:58 AM
Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

A tinge of purple rests within my heart
Soft touches of a tired old soul.
Now pulling mightily on a heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be a lump of coal.

I hear thumps of acorns falling down
That majestic oak sheds its great seeds.
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride yet again, runaway steeds.

Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground.
Spring will come and out they come so bold
And yet again life comes right on around!

Nature teaches me that it will be alright.
Life and death matches, like day and night!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016


Note: My muse woke me at 4 am to write this.
I told her no but she nagged until I rose to
do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her
sometimes but then at other times love her to
death..
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Same poem now edited to meet the sonnet ten syllable count . I prefer the first version myself. -Tyr

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be lumps of coal.

I heard thumps of acorns falling on down
That majestic oak sheds its little seeds.
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride again, runaway steeds.

Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground
Spring will come and they rise out very bold
Yet again life comes right on around!

Nature teaches us, all will be alright.
Life and death matches just like day and night!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016

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Note: repetition of the word "heavy" is intentional and used for effect, both the old soul and its life's burdens are currently found to be very heavy to bear. Norm be damned says I. Poet's prerogative quite aptly applied.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-28-2016, 08:53 PM
Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.

Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose
Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays.

Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges-
Instinctively both yield to its power,
While embracing primitive deep urges,
Race for safe cover in which to cower.

Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view
Nature moves forward collecting its due!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-30-2016, 02:55 PM
In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions;
Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-31-2016, 03:48 PM
Future's Promise Of Hope Stirs In Us All

Within epic sea of man's greatest quest
deep mourning crying for love ones now dead.
Amidst usual pains laid on each head,
cometh dark trials of the severest test.

Future's promise of hope stirs in us all
with stronger courage to race in life's train.
Precious, sweetest memories we recall,
brilliantly stored within each clever brain.

Should we obey an eternal request
heed its solemn and very wise advice.
Trusting truth that good is always the best,
holding faith in our God will then suffice.

What of gravest doubts at the journey's end?
Pains of deceased family or best friend?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-31-2016

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Note: Sonnet writing is my new therapy .
As I find it occupies my mind, brings joy and may even serve to help others! At least, thats my wish..
This one addresses doubts even in the midst of an acknowledged strong faith...
In this write, I challenged myself to write this hitting my "perfect 100 words" per sonnet goal.
Succeeded in my first draft.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-03-2016, 10:58 PM
Earth Will Be Inherited By The Meek


Chiseled stones her castle walls did confine
bars on windows let in a light breeze.
Daylight shown as one bright desirous line,
she imagined freedom outside with ease.

Many years had passed since her king had died
she thought often of their sweetest, young days.
How falsely accused, his vassals had lied
about deep treason and his evil ways.

Now alone, a queen with no royal crown
expecting her own quick death every week.
Happily she laughed, smiled and wore no frown,
earth will be inherited by the meek.

One sad morn he came in with his sharp blade
Ending that faithful life her god had made!

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R.J. Lindley
Oct. 23rd 1986

Note: Written from a dream, I saw that beautiful face
, no tears but she smiled and spoke. Told me a secret,
life is not what you see but is what your soul longs
to hear..... just three words...... three little words..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-05-2016, 10:09 AM
" Seek Within Thy Own Merciful Soul's Light"

Found this huge box from a far away place,
Inside many strange and magical things,
Chiseled in stone, words to Amazing Grace
Music blaring forth, what Love of Life brings-
Deeper down, echoes of historic lights;
Great symphonies from our enlightened past,
Bright moons illuminating darkest nights-
As great shining stars whizzed on by so fast:
Joyous cries found my eager willing ears:
" Seek within thy own merciful soul's Light"
Abandoning grave doubts and shallow fears,
Ignore sneering whispered taunts in the night;
All happiness rests in Hope, Truth and Love
Leave this box, instead look for God above.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-05-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

NOTE: An uplifting sonnet , perfect tens,
perfect 100 words.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-06-2016, 01:53 AM
Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views

In forested glen, deep serenity rests
take your aching soul there for hours to hide-
Away from this hectic world's many tests,
Solitude, medicine for this world's ride.

Seeking out Nature's pristine wooded views
one may find treasure for a wounded heart.
Life is so hard, so best you dare to choose
a hidden spot to recharge and restart.

Remain quiet, listen as the woods speak;
as its critters may scurry to and fro.
Look behind this curtain, taking that peek,
in awe you will see a majestic show!

Nature's wonders, man has yet to see all.
To free your spirit, just answer its call.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 105

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-07-2016, 11:55 AM
Second draft--

Under Slow And Sinking, Pale Half-Moons
(Number one, of Debbie's 6/6 challenge)

Angel of soft and much wanted touch,
she delivers serenity in tow;
Can this sunken vessel proclaim as much-
agree, lifting pain from my fleeting soul!

Will this humble plea strike upon your heart;
shall from it, you then gift joyous tunes?
Kill my spirit, force another sad start-
how under slow and sinking, pale half-moons?

My angel of my heart's heated desires;
could you ever prepare that blessed meal?
By roasting delicately on hot fires-
would not your gentle hand my soul then feel?

Hearing now this sad and desperate plea,
Fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016
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Third draft---

Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons
( Number One, of Debbie's 6/6 challenge)

An angel of soft and wanted touch,
she delivers, serenity, in tow;
Can this sunken vessel proclaim as much,
agreeing lift pain from my fleeting soul!

Will this humble plea strike upon your heart,
shall acceptance grant gift of joyous song?
Chilled my spirit, dreads another false start-
corralled beneath a slow sink of half-moons?

My angel, my heart, I've have deep desires,
could you deny that ever blessed meal
by roasting my frailty upon hot fires-
would your loved healing hands then my soul feel?

Hearing now this saddened desperate plea,
Fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

1ST Note : Perfect tens, perfect 100 words

2ND Note: A new sonnet dedicated to this excerpt--

In Section LXIX of In Memoriam, Tennyson dreams an
allegorical angel who may or
may not be the transformed Arthur Hallam:

I found an angel of the night;?
The voice was low, the look was bright;?
He look’d upon my crown and smiled:??

He reach’d the glory of a hand,?
That seem’d to touch it into leaf:?
The voice was not the voice of grief,?
The words were hard to understand
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First draft----
Hearts In Shadows Now Keeping Us Apart
(Number two, Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge)

Lost treasures, are my heart in disrepair.
Disrepair of this longing soul's sweet fair.
Fair was my life before she sent her pains.
Pains, that wrapped my spirit in blackest stains,
Stains so dark, our world plunged in decline,
Decline blasted our love that was so fine-
Fine cuts slashing into my bleeding streams,
streams flowing into evil horrid dreams.
Dreams hold my future in falling decrees,
decrees forcing my last desperate pleas.
Pleas of this breaking heart in its last throes,
throes of lost love in hard, grief hitting blows.
Life once was truth beating in our twin hearts,
heart shadows now tearing us into parts.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016

Form- Chain sonnet

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106

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First draft
Poem number three, Sonnet Acrostic
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge


Love Is Too Blind


L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Acrostic sonnet(tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.


Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 109
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Flowers Adorning Deep Prairie Sunsets
( Number four, Debbie's 6/6 challenge )

Heard morning dove in her opening song,
she flew onto a weeping willow branch.
Somehow feeling in Nature I belong,
blessed was I, working that cattle ranch.

There are mighty hills resting far out West,
such Titans grace bluest western skies.
Here Nature, earth, and sky present their best,
giving true answers to how, when and why's.

No stranger to Nature's great scenic views,
I find western lands match any and all.
Life in this vast land one pays heavy dues,
yet can readily answer Nature's call.

Flowers adorning deep prairie sunsets,
colors in rainbow hues, good as it gets!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Note : Perfect tens, perfect 100 words

New number four, Debbie'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE


Lets Heal Our Hearts With Love Anew (Echo Sonnet)

Darling, please heal again this broken heart,
Once our hands sought each other's soft touch;
our nights found that no dancing was too much?
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Can we find sweet true love and never part?
Fly upon white snow covered mountain tops;
move heaven and earth, pray it never stops!
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Next consult our love's astrology chart?
Discover new moans in our night's hot bed;
forgetting misery pains in our heads.
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Darling, please heal again this broken heart
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Robert J. Lindley, 2 -15-2016


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 107

SONNET FORM #4 Echo Sonnet a*bbA accA addA a*A.
a*, a and A lines all rhyme and a* and A lines are the repeating lines

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First draft- Number 5 of Debbies 6/6/6 challenge

Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse


Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.

Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast,
armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies.
If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast,
of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies.

Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures,
one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts.
Sacrifices offered in painful measures,
one may win the prize but others think us nuts!

Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse.
Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016

Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11).

Syllables Per Line:
11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 111

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-10-2016, 01:45 AM
Birds Sing To Morning Sun Shining Today

Listening to birds sing to the morn sun,
brightens my day in magnificent ways.
Spring and its fine songs can not be outdone,
I rush to meet it with no long delays.

In the distance, that great bright ball rises,
bringing in warm and early cheerful rays.
Each morn in turn presents new surprises,
with fish flopping in the deep wooded bays.

Views into Nature's beauty unsurpassed,
are as sweet as grapes growing on the vine.
Giving blessings for life often harassed,
one can see its origins are divine.

Birds sing to morning sun shining today,
entice this lad to race outside to play.

R.J. Lindley
April 11th, 1970


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 104

Note(old)- Today I skipped school, going fishing
after breakfast. Hope those babies are biting good,
cause this country boy is hungry.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-10-2016, 09:54 PM
Where Summer's End Meets Autumn's Cooler Sky

Where summer's end meets Autumn's cooler sky,
colors begin to change into beautiful hues.
Journeying birds quack as southward they fly,
winging in flocks or else pairing in two's.

Autumn's brief spell has its greatest rewards,
rainbow colors fall from preparing trees.
We know cold blasting winds are in the cards,
when we feel shivers in our shaking knees.

Sadness leaps in as colors drain away,
flowing waters lose their bubbling sounds.
Farmers fields are covered with bales of hay,
we imagine landing on one of those mounds.

Solace may be, thoughts of white winter snows,
and fireplace logs warming our frozen toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2016

Sonnet-- Long version--first draft.
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Second draft, meets perfect ten syllable count and perfect one hundred words.

Where Summer's End Meets Autumn's Cooler Sky

Where summer's end meets Autumn's cooler sky,
colors change into bright, beautiful hues.
Journeying birds quack as southward they fly,
winging in flocks or else pairing in two's.

Autumn's briefest spell has greater rewards,
rainbow colors fall from preparing trees.
We know cold blasting winds are in the cards,
when we feel shivers in our shaking knees.

Sadness leaps in as colors drain away,
flowing waters lose their soft, bubbling sounds.
Farmers fields are covered with bales of hay,
we imagine landing on those tall mounds.

Solace may be, thinking white winter snows,
and fireplace logs warming our frozen toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 2 -10-2016


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-11-2016, 10:37 AM
While Beaten And Wallowing In Pity

While beaten and wallowing in pity,
beauty's greatest vision appeared to me.
Cold and alone in this nasty city,
all is pavement with not even a tree.

She walked over by my aching side.
Her voice, sweet music far beyond compare,
touch, the calm feel of a gentle tide.
That smile gracing beautiful eyes and hair.

Suddenly joy returned to a dead man,
life sprang back and gave magnificent hope.
The future now has in its happy plan,
cowboy returned with horse, gun and strong rope!

Her kindness destroying a tragic black.
Her first lingering kiss brought my soul back!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Note: Sonnet perfect tens, perfect hundred words.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-12-2016, 08:57 PM
The Vision, The Magic Hour

Again the hour strikes magnificently,
when she arrives in her soft, golden gown;
with grace in her charms that are presently,
all the talk in this sleepy little town.
We of the hard farming and country life,
find her a princess giving precious hope,
with relief from this weariness and strife,
gifting brightest dreams in cinema-scope.
Should she start dancing again in our hearts,
time would then grant us happiness anew.
For this angel brings magic to these parts,
inspiring in each, soft love overdue.
Alas! The hour strikes its departing blow!
She the vision, sings sweetly as she goes.

Robert J. Lindley, 2 -12-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-16-2016, 12:14 AM
Lets Heal Our Hearts With Love Anew (Echo Sonnet)

Darling, please heal again this broken heart,
Once our hands sought each other's soft touch;
our nights found that no dancing was too much?
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Can we find sweet true love and never part?
Fly upon white snow covered mountain tops;
move heaven and earth, pray it never stops!
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Next consult our love's astrology chart?
Discover new moans in our night's hot bed;
forgetting misery pains in our heads.
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Darling, please heal again this broken heart
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Robert J. Lindley, 2 -15-2016

Syllables Per Line: 10
Echo Sonnet a*bbA accA addA a*A.

a*, a and A lines all rhyme and a* and A lines are the repeating lines

Form created by Jeff Green is based on the Kyrielle sonnet, like the Kyrielle sonnet it has 3 quatrains and a couplet all ending with the
same line.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-17-2016, 05:49 PM
In Our Vanity We Think Ourselves Above That

Far above, this hectic and mysterious life,
are those magnificent clouds and God's deep blue sky.
Although our chances for sweet happiness are rife,
we often see not, thus hardly ever ask why.

Within that vicious circle we plod right along,
victimized by our own armored and blinded minds
And if we by chance hear any heavenly song,
far to often we ignore such wonderful finds.

Signs within Nature give us such abundant clues.
In our vanity we think ourselves above that.
In our abundant ignorance we pay steep dues
and foolishly think greater wealth is where its at!

Far below, our hectic and mysterious lives,
we often crawl forth cutting our throats with sharp knives!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016

Form- Sonnet written in 12 syllable verses instead
of the usual ten syllable verses.

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 116

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-18-2016, 12:21 PM
God And Nature Are Foundations In Each Soul
( Sestina Sonnet) (Number 5)


God and Nature give me such sweet release,
as both seep quite deeply into my soul.
Joined in this melding we race on carefree
and we in our wisdom dance two by two.

My life now consists of love of we two,
holding the joys in being so carefree.
Days and nights bring on our hottest release,
together build stronger each longing soul.

Nature and God live in a seeking soul,
creating scenarios for release.
Bathed in true light, they create sets of two,
with beloved brought pairs that are carefree.

God and Nature are foundations in each soul.
Man's quest should be to find divine release.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2016

Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge
Sonnet Form number 5- Sestina Sonnet, non-rhyming
Rhyme pattern, A.B.C.D D.C.A.B B.A.D.C CB DA


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 107

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-19-2016, 10:48 AM
Nature's Wonders Never Seem To Grow Old

I saw the beautiful scene in great awe;
As sun's last lights beat down red-gold;
Such was Nature's sweet visual call-
Nature's wonders never seem to grow old.

Those last few moments set my heart alight,
In heaven and earth's soft meeting fold.
Such scenic views appearing just before night-
Insure Nature's gifts never grow too old.

The night's stars came to glorify the trees;
Another gift that heaven sent, I am told;
Where heaven and earth both use beauty's keys-
Nature's wonders never seem to grow old.

The joys of Nature's wonders never grow old.
On that beauty and blessing I am dearly sold!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2016

Sonnet, echo and shadow....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-20-2016, 11:40 AM
Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow


Upon misty morn's fading glow,
Fly fairies on silver wing,
Darting with fantasies in tow
And all the joy such may bring.

Above their heads sun awaits,
Its time to shine down anew,
If seen, man then contemplates
Depths of this mystical clue.

As the dancing wings depart,
One may ponder myriad of fates,
Sadness beating within each heart
longings of day's opening gates.

Upon last flash time cries out,
This is what life is all about.

R.J. Lindley
April 16th, 1973

Sonnet.

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Second version
Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow

Upon misty morn's fading glow,
Flies fairies on silver wing,
Flying with fantasies in tow
And sweet joy such may bring.

Above their heads sun awaits,
Its his time to shine anew,
If seen by man he contemplates
Depths of that mystical clue.

As their dancing wings depart,
One ponders a myriad of fates,
Sadness beating within each heart
longings of day's opening gates.

Upon last flash time cries out,
woe to he simply waiting on me!
Living is what life is all about.
Taking chances is living free-

May use as a collaboration half.

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Third draft--will use in collaboration poem with Keith

Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow

Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.

Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.

As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.

Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-20-2016, 04:49 PM
First draft -6/6/6 challenge, last poem number 6.-Tyr


Shown A Sweet Wonder Rarely Ever Known

Fair forest glow, transcends earthly compare;
Masked veils waiting to be sincerely asked;
Why hide thee below a bright and blue sky,
When your beauty is earth's covering skin?
Shall not your greatness also teach man how,
To live and gather up happiness due?
We have seen wondrous face of ancient tree,
Stands of black forest within German lands;
Tokens of dark history now broken-
On a relic of blood-sacrificing stone;
Rests traces of previous savage guests
Revealed now from a darkness once concealed
Yet in same stand of timber you may get
Shown a sweet wonder rarely ever known.

Robert J. Lindley 2-20-2016


Not necessary but still written in-
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft)
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style.
The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as
the words are identical or homophonic words or
their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot
(if original form does)
Iambic pentameter is not necessary.
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SECOND DRAFT

Known Now, A Hidden Sweet Wonder Rarely Known

Green forest glowings transcends earthly green.
Masked veils waiting to be wisely unmasked.
Why hide the answer after asking why?
Would a forest's skin be only bark wood?

Can not earth's Nature also prove man can;
live in peace and do right by letting live.
Finding old trees joyous in the finding.
Many jewels found where runes are many.

Tokens of darkness just ancient tokens.
On blood-sacrificing stones, red stains still on.
Hope for greater insight against lost hope;
revealed in wood old savagery revealed.

Yet old timber growths you may still find yet
Unknown miracles crying to be known.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2016

Not necessary but still written in-
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft)
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style.
The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as
the words are identical or homophonic words or
their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot
(if original form does)
Iambic pentameter is not necessary.

Writing this in ten syllable verses made it ten times more difficult,
doubled again by hitting that perfect 100 words. Both were not required
in the Shadow form but I enjoyed adding that greater challenge.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-21-2016, 09:24 PM
Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords

Saddened with their agony and deep pain,
the black of nights slowly passed on away:
Purple hearts can never ever explain,
war's dark, needless battle deaths anyway!

Dear sweet memories soothe a wounded mind
thus bringing much needed relief to bear.
Twilight's brings on another sad hurt kind,
stripping shattered souls so completely bare.

Darkness and misery grinds the brave stone,
where hope hides in such strange shadowy fjords.
Lives wasted, brave people forever gone,
cut down by deeds of history's warlords!

Heaven will judge right those souls forced to die!
Hell will burn warlords, we need not ask why?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2015

Sonnet: Perfect tens
100 words..

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-22-2016, 09:52 AM
Your Romantic Lights It Can Not Replace

Full moon beaming down so brightly tonight
Your dancing light did not seem quite the same
Glorious moon, you are a lovely sight
With love interlaced in your yellow flame!

Watching you shining and sharing such gifts
Lovers feel your magnificent powers
Beautiful calming sky that so uplifts
Gazing in stuttering awe these sweet hours!

As dawn rushes up to your light erase
We feeling sadness in hearts wanting more
For while missing you and your smiling face
We ask, you travel to what distant shore?

Sun is wonderful with hot burning face
Your romantic lights it can not replace!

R.J. Lindley
June 20th, 1973

Sonnet: Perfect tens
perfect 100 words

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-25-2016, 02:46 PM
Lost, At A Most High Cost

I will not become that image in your head
Nor will I seek to change sincere heart in me.
Alas! Not even if I find you are dead,
and my heart's repentance was your last sad plea!

You never knew the spirit within a man,
one that refused to damage his soul for thee.
Nay! You dare to ask more that I ever can,
give up and yet still live a life that is free!

We last spoke, you asked even more of my soul.
Your hateful words rang like a loud clanging bell.
True! They cut deeply and took a heavy toll.
Yet my refusal saved me from living hell.

You casted away our deep joy and sweet dreams.
I paid that price, rejecting your selfish schemes!

R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976

Note: Old poem edited to meet eleven syllable count
as meeting the ten syllable count was just too damn
restrictive for my tastes..

Syllables Per Line:
11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 128

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-26-2016, 10:01 AM
Why Hit Us With Nature's Best

The hot sun falls in its allotted place
allowing dark world rising , us to meet.
Alas! We beasts of the sad human race,
run forth seeking all by the way we cheat!
Although given sweet earth and freshest air,
we scramble for much more in our sad greed.
And what of our Fate, should we even care?
Or dare in desperate prayer to plead?

Sunsets show us things end and start again,
complete with new hope of the rising dawn.
Can we find promise that it may explain,
dew shining on a green, freshly mowed lawn?

Ah, you ask, why hit us with Nature's best?
Because if seen clear, it proves all the rest!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-26- 2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 115

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-27-2016, 04:45 PM
Hot Hell, No Place For The Weak

Last time I went there, hot hell was waiting,
in sinful crevices just past burning flames.
There was fleshly lust there and just baiting,
we dumb enough to join in its black games!

High rose leaping flames as wicked laughs roared,
and shadows edged much closer to steal all.
Great thrills in pleasures, nobody was bored,
one could hear, sweetest sirens as they call!

That feeling of great power as one fell,
into a hole dark, dank and very deep.
No retreat, no help, just pain in black hell,
later ever lasting torment in sleep!

Wake bleeding, wallowing in broken glass.
Amidst other victims crying in mass!

R.J. Lindley
Aug 9th, 1982

Syllables Per Line:
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Note: Minor editing to meet syllable count
and to remove two curse words.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-29-2016, 12:59 AM
Night The Raging Beast Met Its Match

Darkened night winds came blasting forth,it found,
sky ripped and stars falling right on down.
Earth shaking as each hit the cold hard ground,
truly lively night that night in small town.

Wicked roar as one wild beast dared to roam,
with thrills on its mind and hell raising too.
No care for peace, quiet and a safe home,
it drank and thought crashing wild hell was due.

That was well before it met its night's match,
a vixen set to turn beast upside down.
Her sexy looks to the beast a prize catch,
yet her chains soon turned him into a clown.

Story of how beauty met savage beast.
Upon his weaker bones she did then feast!

R.J. Lindley
May 23rd 1981.

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Note: An old sonnet based upon real life experience
of a friend of mine. No, not about me... lol

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
02-29-2016, 03:07 PM
Fate, Imagination and Dreams

Failing in life, there can be but one thought
self contempt for roads not rightly chosen.
What of Fate's power that can not be bought?
Life is a stream seldom ever frozen.
To each fish its a world of contentment,
racing maze filled with all that is needed.
No past bringing on dark, self resentment,
we can change fate if wisdom is heeded.

We are not mere fish so easily led,
instead we are walking, talking creatures.
Striving to maintain dreams in each clear head,
imagination one of our features.
Could fierce spirit ever bear such deep cut,
as pleasures whose doors were so soundly shut?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-29-2016

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Note: Can our Fate be changed by any of us?
Or is it a sealed deal from birth to the day we die?

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-02-2016, 01:10 PM
Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost

As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-07-2016, 10:31 AM
Ye May Find Righteous Ardency's Delight

You my love, shall glide within the soft wind
Along streams, forests and high mountain tops.
Over stone cliffs, down rivers with no end,
Seeing the all of Nature's finest crops.

Each season shall open its arms to thee,
Giving of Nature and Earth's ripened fruits.
Across night's Heaven and its massive sea,
Ye shall see all from mankind's human roots.

Where ever light shall shine its blessed glow
Ye may find righteous ardency's delight.
For your spirit shall always my love know
Your love is everything in my love's sight.

Where the moon casts its passion giving beams
Our love flows gently in romantic streams!

Robert J. Lindley , 3-07-2016


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-08-2016, 09:25 PM
The Winds That Blustering Blow


The winds that blustering blow
Leave silence by the way;
Far-off cascades of crystal snow
Have burning things to say.

The music of one memory
Stills all the battle-storm,
And in the bitter winter woods
The gray deer nestles warm.

In this Nature's wooded maze
serenity holds gentle sway;
Winter gales leave icy glaze
were woods meet lakeside bay.

As cold winds creatively blow,
Nature puts on yet another show.

Robert J. Lindley, 3- 08-2016

Sonnet mixed syllable count, not in ten syllables.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-09-2016, 12:48 AM
Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of it delivering its great hits.
We that live to see it find it to be the pits!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-09-2016, 10:20 PM
Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon


He saw in himself, door into the dark.
An empty house with wicked black windows.
Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark,
lightning caged there for use by brave heroes.

Death, that odd illusion he did deny,
why give it power and leeway too soon?
Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie,
angry shots at the bright howling new moon.

Had he traveled on after others died?
Invincible to the pain of death's bite,
immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied.
Blind in misery, never wanting sight!

He saw himself, a man with no real home.
A shadow destined this bleak world to roam.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-13-2016, 12:18 PM
Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land

A cross the midnight divide in a shroud,
this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
There with vanity, what pride allowed,
my seeking heart wanders and sings.

Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
where green forests wrap the desirous land.
To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
for I move with the animal band.

Along the nearest flowing river's banks
each morn I rise giving eternal praise.
There, I give my Native American thanks,
in escape from dark cities wretched haze!

Across that deep divide my spirit dwells,
no longer enduring man's living hells.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2016

Sonnet, for a single contest as I no longer try to do the many contests.
I now avoid the contest sponsors that are using a personal, preset, favoritism list to place the top ten places.
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Revised- final version

Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land


Across the midnight divide in a shroud,
this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
There with vanity and what pride allowed,
my seeking heart wanders along and sings.

Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
where green forests wrap the desirous land.
To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
for I move on with the animal band.

Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks
each morn I rise to give eternal praise.
Give this, my Native American thanks,
escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze!

Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells,
no longer enduring man's living hells.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-15-2016, 03:22 PM
Evil Speaks In Dark Voices To Gift Fear

I heard a cry that bellowed, run away
"For here your life will be badly broken".
Longing for greater adventure that day
I thought an unknown road best be taken.

Yet once there that voice cried loud out again.
" You must not tarry, this land is cursed".
Thinking the worst if I dare to remain,
I raced back into that hell in reverse!

Yet again, that same loud darker voice cried,
" Leave now or else here you will surely die".
I realized now that voice always lied,
returned I home, to yet again retry.

Evil speaks in dark voices to gift fear.
Always best to question such and steer clear.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-15-2016, 11:58 PM
By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures

Pain and sorrow I need never borrow,
for Fate too often looks darkly my way.
I live today, knowing worse tomorrow,
may find me enduring a dreaded day.

Sun may rise but my lot crashes deeper,
as calamity grabs at my hurt soul.
If worse, I just may become a weeper,
and blackness reap its darkest, scary toll.

Pain and sorrow, I need no such bad friends.
This life may yet bring me far more treasures,
with sweet fruitful years before it dare ends.
By this hope, my spirit often measures!

Sun may rise, granting me sunshine so sweet,
my heart sings out in joy, not in defeat!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15 2016

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Note: Back half of our home flooded Friday, from ten inches of rain in less that a day.
Four days of ripping out , cleaning and now drying.
No use in crying.
So I write a sonnet to mark this day and a better future that my life may find.-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-18-2016, 09:40 AM
Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time

New dawn and I read that great epic book,
Simple verses of life and its clear tolls.
Reading one can clearly see what it took,
Faith, understanding and setting firm goals.

Seeking anew, a better life sublime,
Listening to words written by a sage.
Each day's travels just an echo of time,
Finding wisdom to live in this black age!

Walking along a bad path, life's dark share,
Hides a quiet spot that soothes man's sad soul.
If found, it gifts so much and life seems fair,
Sailing forth, life's ship on a gentle roll.

Even in deep waves of wild, stormy seas,
One stands tall, not fallen on bended knees!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2016


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-18-2016, 04:33 PM
Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those queer little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.

A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.

Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-20-2016, 09:15 AM
O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.

What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?

Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!

O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-22-2016, 07:16 AM
How Fine Life Is To Man, When His Crops Are All Green

Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, great fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find.

Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope
Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope.
Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail,
Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell.

With that thought, I can find another gentle peace!

Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene.
How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green.
Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul.
He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role.

With that thought, I can find another sweet release!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016

My new sonnet form.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-23-2016, 09:53 PM
What Nature Gives Us Each Day

What Nature gives us each day
Beauty wrapped in glowing green
Not joy simply tossed away
Duty ours, to love each scene
Those tree shadows at high noon
Resting under such wide shade
Rose loving effect found soon
Blessings are thus Nature made
What spirit can not there find
Night and its stars do bequeath
Got the heart and gentle mind
Right here,living underneath

What life can with eyes thus find
Scenes gifting beauty in kind

Robert J. Lindley, 3-23-2016

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*Rosina Sonnet*, created by Peter Duggan
Fourteen lines each line count syllables seven
Rhymes both beginning and end with this rhyming
theme ababcdcdefefgg Subject Optional


NOTE: As promised. No easy task to write this form but well worth the effort if successfully completed. Thanks Peter for this challenge. I also went for and hit the 77 word mark(not required).

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-24-2016, 09:41 AM
Were It So, Great Mysteries We'd Surely Miss

Life flows through this world on a spree
Like some massive beast on a ripping romp
Good times and bad times, it so often sees
Even ending as the might of Fate does stomp!

Across land and seas, fruitful crops grow
Majestic beauty Nature sends its greens
Our world forever onward it goes and goes
We are not truly in charge by any means!

When wind, storm and rain beats our souls
Hope rests and rides in the world to give
Although we may cry at such saddened tolls
We manage to carry on and happily live!

Our distant trek may not be all pure bliss
Were it so, great mysteries we'd surely miss!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2016

Sonnet, on life , the world and Fate's paths.-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-26-2016, 10:47 PM
Beasts, That Plunder For Profit And Sport


Men are beasts of water, earth and the soils
prone to war just to gather the rich spoils.
Dark, greedy for charms of opposite sex
hungry in appetite like a T-Rex.

Not realizing that which they so crave
can never be taken past coming grave.
Failure in flesh and bone, are doomed to rot
ever longing for that which they have not!

Stop, think and think well of the life you live
take less, seek more to generously give.
Can not take with you , even if you try
be blessed, give kindly before you die.

Man-beasts of water, earth and denials,
dark walkers that light of truth so reviles.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2016

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Note- As fallen creatures we are hardly more than beasts.
Exception is, we are beasts with a holy inheritance, if we only accept it..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-27-2016, 11:02 AM
My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976

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Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read
only after I depart this existence.----- -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-28-2016, 10:28 PM
Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars

As I count my blessings among bright stars
hope and love echo to me like loud blasts.
Gave up wild life, living in the bars,
were nothing thats good or bad ever lasts!

Sad morns waking, a stranger in my bed
nights enjoyed, now shallow memories gone.
Could I have walked better path instead,
been enticed to have walked all alone?

My mind wanders back to wild days of youth,
days and nights of sweet pleasure then unbound.
Can we ever know if lost time is truth
or mystery sent to our lives confound?

As I count my blessings among bright stars
Some of them even came from wicked scars!

R.J. Lindley
May 9th, 1991

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-29-2016, 11:41 AM
Your Face Glowed Like Brightest Of Rose Flowers

In that past life you were the only one,
sweetest filling in my first apple pie.
Now time cries out loud, we are both undone
our broken tears fall like rains from the sky.

Weep not fair maiden, life gives and it takes,
for its shadows have sad echoes ringing.
Mourn ye not so, for dearest heaven's sakes,
tomorrow life will gift dances and singing.

Midnight, you swore eternity was ours,
yet Fate that wretched beast has final say.
Your face glowed like brightest of rose flowers
Rejoice in those treasures, we had our day!

In hidden paths, we may yet meet again.
Not as star-crossed lovers but as lost friends!

R.J. Lindley
Aug.18th 1979

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-31-2016, 03:43 PM
Nature And The White Speckled Fawn

White speckled fawn lying in the dense reeds,
Nature takes greatest care of its own best.
Unlike man and his vicious wicked deeds,
Nature holds life with results not requests.

Baby hummingbird, so fragile and small,
hidden in a well made and clever nest.
Speed and beauty in flight as I recall
so unlike the flies that this earth infest.

Cute pups, barking for much more mother's milk
spotted light red, white and darkest of browns.
So lovely, soft like the best flowing silk,
bringing sweet happy smiles, never sad frowns.

Nature shares with us all, giving each birth.
Yet humans often overlook their true worth!

R.J. Lindley
March 14th, 1994


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Note- Written for my daughter KaShaundra in 1994, age 5...
now she is grown and married with two beautiful sons Caleb and Ty...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-01-2016, 05:22 AM
Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release

Darkness, the wicked devil so well uses
Farewell to the muse, she went on vacation
She walks in beauty, yet her love abuses
So we'll go no more a-roving, in elation

The destruction of Sennacherib, gone
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Thy days are done, bleached as whitest bone
When we two parted, I lost my damn head

Where the bee sucks, time renews in sweet birth
Who is it that says most, which can say more
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Now the hungry lion roars for release!

Maragu Mo and Robert J. Lindley
4-01-2016
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A Marugu Mo blog poem, added to by Robert J. Lindley

Marugu MO's Blog
BYRONS TITLES- ALMOST LIKE A POEM
Blog Posted:3/31/2016 1:45:00 AM
Lord Byron wrote the following poems, The titles almost read like a poem:
(And I dont think his muse was Sennacherib :))

Darkness,

Farewell to the muse

She walks in beauty,

So we'll go no more a-roving,

The destruction of Sennacherib,

Thou whose spell can raise the dead,

Thy days are done,

When we two parted


1. Darkness,
2. Farewell to the muse
3. She walks in beauty,
4. So we'll go no more a-roving,
5. The destruction of Sennacherib,
6. Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
7. Thy days are done,
8. When we two parted
From Shakespeare's Titles- My ending 6 verses...
1. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
2. Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
3. Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor
4. Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
5. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
6. Now The Hungry Lion Roars

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-02-2016, 05:34 AM
Removed, error in posting....
placed in the wrong thread.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-02-2016, 06:32 AM
Farm Chores, They Sure Aren't A Glowing Parade

Brutal cold cuts into young tender skin,
winter arrives with its hard cold and more.
No time to complain- NOT IF we are men,
farm child, time to wake, do the daily chores!

Up before the sun makes it first day's peep
into savage cold, hard cold, to morn's work.
Cutting blasts, such bitter cold one could weep,
we had best get it done, no time to shirk.

Chills eat into hungry brain this day,
no breakfast, working until cold-sun fades.
Why gripe, matters not whatever I say,
farm chores, they sure aren't a glowing parade!

Brutal cold cuts young tender skin this morn.
Such pain, methinks better not to be born!

R.J. Lindley
December 12th, 1965

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Note: From my private journals.
My oldest surviving poem (a sonnet), written at age eleven.
And based upon my life on the farm and the very trying
hard times we lived and survived.
Edited slightly before posting to meet the uniformed
ten syllable count.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-03-2016, 11:50 AM
I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me

My life now so far away in the past
resting back in that glowing red sunset;
in lost memories where dreams always last
wishing for lost time, I can never get.

As fading shadows dance in bonfire's glow
I recall mockingbirds singing to me;
precious gifts such memory plants to sow
so like seeds dropping from big red-oak tree.

My eyes filled with falling tears, my soul sees
far beyond, well past my mind's window sills;
Green forests in my life with their lost trees
resting back there, lasting memory hills.

As my life now sends me yearning anew,
images parading forth, treasures so true!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2016

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Note: I had to visit my favorite woods yesterday, this came to me this fine morn, a sonnet...-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-06-2016, 08:32 PM
I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

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Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-09-2016, 08:16 AM
With Calm Repose I Ponder Earth And Sky

There in hidden den of sweet solitude,
With calm repose I ponder earth and sky.
Depths of human weakness- my attitude,
those fleeting wisps of racing Time flown by.

I hold this, my sweet spot as my haven,
wooded seas and imagined paradise.
Serenity found, tis' not stone graven
yet Nature's wonders give greater advice.

All about, wicked world mixed as it turned
changing people into sad, selfish beasts.
Greed, people cry out for more than is earned
as darkness eats its many rotten feasts.

Brutal naked truth can, if its found yield,
happiness is- an unplowed, fertile field.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2016

Sonnet on Life, Nature, Solitude and man's
great need to see his true place in the world..

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-09-2016, 10:58 AM
If A Poet, I Found I Could Never Be

If a poet, found myself not to be,
would vivid colors lose their awesome splash.
Could life race ever on and live for me
or my soul die, rhymes in my head then crash?

If invading words I never dared loose,
stayed hidden within this lonesome, old cave.
Would I find world's mysteries more abstruse,
spirit thus devoid of writing I crave?

If words no longer soothed this needing soul,
could depths of love in verse for me exist.
If my life were lived as an empty scroll
shall it fade as Autumn morn's foggy mist?

If a true poet, could I never be,
this sad heart would be a dead and dried sea.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2016

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Note: Thanks Richard Lamoreux, your thoughtful comment on my new poem,
posted this morn , "With Calm Repose I Ponder Earth And Sky",
inspired me to write another poem (the above one) this morn......

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-14-2016, 09:39 AM
You My Son Shall Venture Forth Without Fear

You my son shall wander into vast halls,
sit by craggy rocks upon mountain peak.
Hear the wisdom in Nature's sweetest calls,
wade in deeper where rushing waters speak.
Listen to night owls as they softly hoot,
see the slow sinking moon sparkle anew.
Walk soundly, learning to ride, rope and shoot,
sail daringly upon great oceans blue.
You my son shall venture forth without fear,
face the darkest storm and its mighty blast.
Hold out against great pain without a tear,
catch fish on each and every thoughtful cast.

Yes, you my son, shall do better than I.
This my last prayer asks before I die.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2016

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NOTE- Written 7 years ago(Justin was then two years old)- edited today(shortened) to be a sonnet.
Cut out 14 verses and altered the rhyme scheme to match.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-15-2016, 11:25 AM
I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head.
Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues,
cast jagged stones into his every night's bed.
He looking back at all his dear family now gone,
his broken soul cried- God release me please.
I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone,
my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease
Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams,
hope that another day would great blessings bring.
Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams,
such that morn's new light made his joy sing

As each day brought its bricks and falling stones,
Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 4015-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-17-2016, 11:55 AM
With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.

Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit our swelling desires.
Our long sweet ride that moment had begun,
hot flames lapping in savory fires.

Your eyes drew me into another dream
your voice angels begged to imitate
Each touch, my body burning hot steam
nights our senses entered another state.

As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss
memories thus born, gave our love its shine
Your all , put into every blessed kiss
And you dear heart forever to be mine.

Each morn, sends me into another dream,
the sight of your naked body in bed.
Always enough to swim there in your stream,
paradise floating in my grateful head.

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Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016

Written for Teppo's contest.. NOT A SONNET......

WRITTEN TO THIRD SONG. Speak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams,

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-21-2016, 09:40 AM
Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.

Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.

Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.

Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016

Note--- INSPIRED BY THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN..
Poems by my friends-- GREAT POETS-- Lin Lane, Peter Duggan and Seeker..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-21-2016, 06:43 PM
As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust.

I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand
bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet.
Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands
as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat.

My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game,
cherishing each hour my evil desires are met.
Men have called me many great and dastardly names
paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet.

So few can resist my alluring and dark charms
As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms.

R.J. Lindley,
July 25th 1977

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(edited today before posting to meet uniform 12 syllable verse count)

Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977...
Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood races through my veins
wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow.
In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains'
never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know..


New Note--
A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.
That is the night that in my dark rage I emptied a 45 cal revolver into the tv in my bedroom.
I can tell you , doing such will near burst your eardrums..
I lived alone at that time and every slug was money well spent as the next day I saw the world in a whole new light.
Went right out and found me another girl, one not so crazy and into drugs... :laugh:
She lasted over 8 months..we even parted on good terms..-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-23-2016, 07:41 AM
In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold

Where does man heal his tired soul when old,
in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold?
Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains,
imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains.

Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds
filled ém with savage cuts in our hard heads!
While we danced with world's greatest deceivers
in our shallow joys, begged we to be receivers!

Now our wicked souls cry for that sweet kindness
rare gems we cheerfully tossed away in our blindness.
O' how we now beg to be given greater goals
such that will never again tarnish our weeping souls.

Where do bad men redeem broken spirits when old
in prisons brimming with their tears and lost gold?

Robert. J. Lindley, 4-23-2016

Note- Finished today, original started in May 1986...( a fragment)
Titled -- Dreams and Memories Lost, A Sad Look Back.
PARTS 1,2, and 3

This is part one. Parts two and three are both fragments-to be finished before I die--
if my muse leads me to the water to thus drink again..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-27-2016, 08:28 PM
Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
future life like seeded cones on green pines.

Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
than any that in their shame falsely prays.

Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.

Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
as new life and great joy cries let it be.

Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
Little help, in being bad to the bone.

R.J. Lindley
Feb.21st, 1976


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-28-2016, 08:49 AM
Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind

In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief
when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief.
When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground
if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound.

Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind
with love embrace all, forever be kind.
Cut deeply fertile soil, look for hope there
reject easy life, therein lies a snare.

Wisdom comes, to he that prays and then waits
bad the counsels, to tempt the darkest Fates.
Birds gaily feast on worms deep plows bring forth
coldest are winds blasting us from the North.

River never sleeps in its winding bed
Greedy men, choosing not to give instead.

R.J. Lindley,

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-30-2016, 09:24 PM
Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-02-2016, 07:31 PM
If Only

If only, if only I had written a book of woes
pages filled with bloody dark and nasty pains.
Life and its miseries certainly kept me on my toes
regrets are my sad losses and life's bad stains.

If only sooner, my heart had found the right gal
sweet as apple pie and chocolate ice cream.
An in love, loving lover , not a mad angry pal
that stardust one, coming to me in my dream.

Past deeds, old sunken ships never to rise
down under, in murky waters so very deep.
Yet I still miss, the first sparks in her eyes
and her beautiful ghostly image in my sleep.

Time ran away, my young life could not hold on
I feel its great loss in each and every bone!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016

Written for contest, may even enter it..lol--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-03-2016, 03:00 PM
Earth Laced With Spent Cartridges , Blood And Lead
(Tribute to the courage of those that died that day defending freedom for all)

Under dank moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blow across such sad resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans and raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.

Sixth of June, sands give up soft waling pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , blood and lead
painful memories, of that wars lost dead.

Under dank moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.

R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976

Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-03-2016, 05:02 PM
Had to pound one out today, going from memory of hard times I had in my youth.-Tyr

Desert Of Overcast Blues

I walked in a desert of overcast blues
sandy undertow wicked and laced with red rust.
Old , worn-out and sad are my feeble trekking shoes
yet onward with flowing tide travel I must.

Treading bastions of false hope and scary tales
heaped with desperate tales I did so want to hear.
Oceans of sweet soothing lies bigger than blue whales
and me unable to stop running from my fear.

Where scolding shadows cry out my deepest regrets
red dust pulling me down into a darkened pit.
There hellish madhouse laughs and wins all futile bets
cutting into my lost soul with every hard hit.

Longing for days, when mere boulders stood in my path.
Begging relief from night's cuts of demonic wrath.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2016

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Sonnet, 12 on 12....
For contest ,may even enter it . hehe..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-04-2016, 09:34 AM
You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-05-2016, 09:34 AM
Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
no solace in showing past pain in new light
Was too late once you took on the bad seed
turning once bright day into darkest night

What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
took years to recover from that surprise.

Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

R.J. Lindley,
Sept 12th 1976

Sonnet, 11 on 10....

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New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-06-2016, 09:02 AM
Night Brings Its Latest And Darkest Chills

As Cassia dips to stir the errant muse
night brings its latest and darkest chills
Nothing to gain , far less this soul to lose
now long forsaken the booze and the pills.

Midnight hour races into dim lit room
chairs rearranged to trick the coming guests
Its all laughs and pains cutting this sad gloom
each foray, hellish plethora of tests.

No words will suffice to clearly convey
deep anguish night demonic attacks bring
Mere words can never adequately say
give me release from these scorpion stings

Night brings its latest and darkest chills
This sad soul bellows out, run for the hills.

R.J. Lindley
August 24th 1975

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Note- Long ago, nightmares stalked man, as a cat chases a mouse.
Such continues until the "mouse" finds enough courage and light to fight back with..
Light being the key...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-08-2016, 12:00 AM
Life And Love Do Not Dance To Just One Band

Why search in life for that perfect red rose,
other colors splash bold and just as well
Smell joy in life with more than just your nose
remember that first kiss and never tell.

Time is too short for such a daring search,
when rare beauty rests at your fingertips
Do not rose-red perfection's cast, besmirch
just consider other fine sailing ships.

On oceans of water, colorful land,
love just may be a ship on lonely seas
Life and love do not dance to just one band,
instead are falling fruits from many trees.

Why search in life for that perfect red rose?
No shoes, no shirt but sand in between toes!

R.J. Lindley,
Feb 14th, 1976

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Note- I was 22 years old when I wrote this. Lots of bad things had yet to happen to me.
Not sure I could be that optimistic these 40 years later.
Knowledge is often ignored in favor of greed, lust, great beauty and/or haste.
A poison flower may be ravishingly beautiful but the poison lethal to the victim..
Such is life, some of us even survived multiple encounters and our own very foolish mistakes.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-08-2016, 10:03 AM
Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits


Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits
in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams.
No reprieve save that of graces of Fates,
man can not conquer such darkness with schemes.

Nature's force so often bent to its will
living forests can not be held to blame.
Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill
make no mistake, evil is not a game.

When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat
man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts
For its nighttime the monster comes to eat
chew your skin and spirit until it melts.

Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears.
Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-12-2016, 01:42 PM
CHALLENGED TO WRITE AT MY POETRY SITE, I DECIDED MY SHORT BREAK IS OVER..
THUS WROTE AND PRESENTED HERE FIRST THIS POEM --MY ANSWER TO MY FRIEND..

A friend, a poet sent me a private message challenging me to write using these ten words, below is his note on the poem he wrote using those ten words
- a poem titled- "Unforgettable"



Set myself a challenge to write a poem using the ten words below. Please feel free to give it a go.

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal


So I banged out this one this morn.....would have been far easier to free verse it but I love sonnets and sonnets are much harder to write...-Tyr

My Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams.

Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn
Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words
Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn
Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds.

Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance
Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess
In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance
For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress.

Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss.
Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-14-2016, 10:38 AM
Shall We Survive Long Enough To Learn

Darkness raced before the storm
Engulfing all that stood in its way.
So fierce and meaning great harm
Where light had lost its sway.

Despite new powers of brave men
Nature's powers used to destroy.
Man perishes just a matter of when
Walking in darkness man is just a toy.

When storm has passed, sun returns
Nature then leaps forth to renew.
Thus our admiration it rightly earns
if treated well, receives its due.

Shall we survive long enough to learn?
Light's great healing will always return.

R. J. Lindley, Spring, 1979

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-15-2016, 12:11 PM
Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.

Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.

At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.

Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep

R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975

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Note-
Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...

Russ
05-15-2016, 01:46 PM
Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.

Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.

At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.

Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep

R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975

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Note-
Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...

Robert,
You and your mom and your family will be in our prayers.

Russ

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-18-2016, 09:46 PM
Where Tongues Cursed We Did Bind

We fought the devils in steady spells,
and rest between the hammering blows,
and with heart's sigh our spirits tells;
that black shadows fear now knows.

Where tongues cursed we did bind,
with sharp thorns driven in deep,
they countering back in kind;
in short moments we dared to sleep.

No dawn came that entire week,
just night darkness giving its aid,
our doubts we refused to speak;
else needed courage would fade.

Thus we ourselves did then deceive
our souls that doubted what to believe.

R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 15th 1979

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-20-2016, 07:48 PM
You Stood There In Shimmering Light, No Shoes

In my past dreams, our hearts were both falling
in wanting hope, your hot love was calling
You stood there in shimmering light, no shoes
My soul wanted you, had nothing to lose

Now in present happiness I look back
at the paradise lost and my heart's lack
Then your touch thrilled my aching desires
with satisfaction that never expires

If in my future should you fade away
my hope is we should meet again someday
Yet Fate may do just as it damn well please
remember me once begging on my knees

In my past dreams, seeking hearts were both smashed
dear treasures, none shall ever to be cashed.

R.J. Lindley,
Nov. 22nd, 1976

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-24-2016, 08:51 PM
Daughters Of Men, Fly Through Clouded Skies

Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies
inducing rapture in the few that see.
So many find and stubbornly deny,
awesome beauty of the flowering trees.

Looking into a fog, they see with shades
mere glimpses of angels that sail in air.
Cutting the roaming wind, they flash steel blades
in abject blindness without a damn care.

Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies
ever looking back at hot racing fools.
Mortal wealth sits and rots, never love buys
such gleaming luster fades from false jewels.

From fast flowing darkness life spins on out,
echoes of pitiful and useless shouts.

R.J. Lindley,
May 2nd, 1982


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-25-2016, 10:28 AM
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back

Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live

Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny

Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns

Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track

Robert Lindley
REVISED..


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-25-2016, 04:37 PM
This Aching Heart Cracked Like A Weathered Stone

This aching heart cracked like a weathered stone
fissures though lean muscle and solid bone.
There once dwelt love deep and never ending
now just faded memories rescinding.

There was pure joy in our romantic time
like sweetest rhythm in poetic rhyme.
Never ending nights cast heavenly spells
of truest romance and our planned wedding bells.

Now darkness rides me like a broken horse
while you are racing forth with no remorse.
I miss your soft touch and giving smiles
now time has you away a million miles.

Decades now and my understanding grown
Soul repaired that badly weathered stone.

R.J. Lindley,
Aug. 22nd, 1975


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-26-2016, 09:40 PM
She-Devil

She never was one to fight
deep depths of anger laced with pain
There were darkness some nights
and red blotches that made a heavy stain

Below was the dreaded empty pit
lair to monsters in ravenous need
Fear ate her heart but she would not admit
her desire to jump on in to feed

Black thoughts raced into her longing mind
where strong currents were fed
There she could walk about naked and blind
or defeat the monsters in her head

Night leaps forth, her hands grew razor claws
she has raw red-meat between her hungry jaws

R.J. Lindley
Jan 17th 1972

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-03-2016, 12:14 AM
Sexiest Legs Ever In Her Short Mini-skirt

Sexiest legs ever in her short mini-skirt,
new teacher's sexy appeal made we young boys hurt.
Sixty-nine and seeing more was a young lad's dream
we were all on that dedicated lust-filled team.

Three fantastic female teachers, each broke the mold
we were still naive young boys at fifteen years old.
Our sexual desires were programmed in too deep
O' what dreams we had in our fitful sex-crazed sleep!

Looking back, our live were eager learning curves then
we knowing much but not yet able bodied men.
Magical thoughts of passionate nights interludes
with those young sexy new teachers, none were old prudes.

Our childish little lusting thoughts, trash to be burned.
Big changing world too big, so much to be learned.

R.J. Lindley,
July 13th, 1979

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Note-- In 1969, our school had three new teachers, fresh from college
hired to teach. Each one was not only drop dead gorgeous but each one
dressed sexy and wore short, short mini-skirts a couple days a week.
We freshmen, most 15 years old, a few at 16 -all were put into a frenzy
and often found it hard to walk to the chalkboard when called to do a math problem..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-07-2016, 11:02 AM
Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed

Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind?
Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart
Is this how such treasured and deep love dares to end?
Like cast away trash in a street beggar's cart?

Did we fail, reaping whatever dark Gods decreed?
Penny a ton, garbage flowing into a dump?
Nay my love! We both found our lost, bitter seed.
Fallen from a well-worn, broken treeless stump!

Why did we abandon the blazing heat of our lust?
Step into dark regions to satisfy morbid dreams.
We are thus decayed, our metal eaten with rust.
Joined Fates, destined to be on separate teams!

Yet my love, all you had to do was believe in me.
We both sharing truth from the same golden tree.

R.J. Lindley
Sept 16th, 1976

Old Note-- Life carries on, I find solace in wild woods,
whiskey and memories....( Sept 16th, 1976 )

New Note-- Hope and Fate have conspired to let me live to see
that youthful woes, follies and exciting life sought are the makings of sadness
that teach one must no stray too far from the LIGHT! ( 6-07-2016 ).

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-08-2016, 10:03 AM
Vainly Built Fires

Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still winds whipping across open bays.

Finding time, the enemy we all feared
We raced along hoping it would not come
Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared
full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb.

Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field
cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds
Forever, its opposition it yields
to that ever growing new crops of seeds.

Man seeking eternal fleshly desires,
perishes in own vainly built fires.


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Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-09-2016, 11:30 AM
Memory Lost To Honor's Dismay?

Life passed into flowing mystical veil
his time of love and life a mere storm flash.
Fighting in the great war was truly hell
duty and honor thus served, not for cash

Battles with blood and gore steady nightmares
never ending thoughts of his war-lost friends
Buried now six, with no more worldly cares
Perhaps rejoined with his brave soldier friends.

Look back and his bravery thus revealed
what may he have said about discord today.
A hero, he served and now his fate sealed
his memory lost to honor's dismay.

Long life has passed into that unknown world
he valiant standing with his flag unfurled.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2016

Note- Sonnet dedicated to a brave man , WW2 AND KOREAN WAR VETERAN I NEVER KNEW.
ONLY BY HIS MEDALS DO I SEE A GLIMPSE OF THIS MAN.
In that glimpse, I see honor and sacrifice and greatness.--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-09-2016, 10:22 PM
Wisdom, Found In Looking Back

Ages ago, what fish might one have dared caught,
with bright rainbow nets and stronger bone hooks.
Adventure found , was such too highly bought
living so wild- rips more than shown in books!

Casting nets to gather more the huge blasts,
nights of love and mornings with deep remorse.
Nothing-not a damn loved thing ever lasts
yet one never knows Fate's wide, hurling course.

And such fine fish, spread in such glowing pools,
each always ripe to be plucked in due time.
Love lost, bitter pain for romantic fools
always searching for new land, better clime.

What of the deeper pools one never finds
saddest regrets, eat old and lonely minds.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-15-2016, 04:42 PM
Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms

And where was the light of truth and spirit?
Parading forth hot, chariots wheels in fires.
The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it
its glowing path vanished as it retires.

Across earthen sky and mystical realms
speeding eagle flies into kingdoms not born.
Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms
the soul that finds its deep solitude torn.

Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests
with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed
If in a pure giving heart one invests,
comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed.

Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime
man's quest should be more than seeking more time.

R.J. Lindley,
December 11th, 1977

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-19-2016, 11:22 PM
I Fight To Know That My Mind Can Still See

I fight to slay dark beasts in broken fields
walking in red-fire and burn like Hell
What is life that such misery it yields
broken souls on pain laden shadow trails.

Where fallen- have angels dared fear to tread
among the ancient ruins of destroyed hope
Nightmares that slow-bleed in warm winter beds
so unhappy to be hung with new rope.

I fight to write words that sing true and shout
of dead fish in currents of poisoned streams
Old souls in darkness dancing all about
longing again their broken shattered dreams.

I fight to know that my mind can still see
this sad spirit still screaming deep in me.

Robert J. Lindley,6-19-2016

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Note- Each day another great battle,
time laughs at my folly.
Echoes bring my heart back again to my youth and
ages ago, the world that held so much promise..
Now shadows moan, clouds die and heart walks into a dark closet......

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-28-2016, 11:02 AM
Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine

Where darkness reigned, mercy found no home
Life there is but a blood bath and a game
Every mountain , cries out displaying its red dome
Every slave walks alone, with one leg lame.

The whole is an island with no sun to shine
Deserts with wicked thorns and no soothing shade
Where vultures await victims on which to dine
And every traveler is blinded and easily played.

Burning rains, soak into rapid decaying bones
fanged monsters hide in every dark cave
No lights, no television, computers or phones
just false promises greedy fools forever grave.

At journey's end, red-hot fire searing away rotten skin
exposing evil in hidden darkness in hearts of fallen men

Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2016

Note -Written his morn because my muse demanded I return.
She has her ways to force me to do her bidding.....
I was allowed the luxury to pick the sonnet form but after that very little else..
And I dearly hate when forced to let her do most of the verses with her revisions and LAUGHTER AT MY PREVIOUS FEEBLE EFFORTS....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-05-2016, 05:20 PM
Time Runs On Past Every Bend

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
chasing hope and new morn's glowing smile.
Flowing along with a sunrise breeze
heart stopping awe, every once in a while.

Branches overhead wrapped in deep forest green
bird songs filling this emerald isle.
Sun gracing the screaming sky blue sheen
above this leaf carpeted aisle.

Hoping time here never dares to end
as wanting heart finds its needed glow.
Yet find that time runs on past every bend
and brings Nature's all, along in tow.

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
spirit flows along with a sunrise breeze.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-07-2016, 10:12 PM
Whiskey Was Burning, Talking In Third Rate Time

Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.
Stair steps swirling, waiting so far down below
winter was freezing long before this hellish snow.

Midnight has caught me frozen near half to death
her cries were icy and pain in her every breath.
Moon bellowed forth, stick it, twist it in deep
dagger needs its blood before this night's sleep.

Whiskey was burning, talking in third rate time
my soul was broken, not worth a damn dime.
Her heart was cut and her blood ran so cold
She is a devil and my fevered brain now too old.

Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.

R.J. Lindley
AUGUST 7TH, 1973

OLD NOTE-- YES, WHISKEY IS STILL SURGING IN MY VEINS
MATCHING BURNING HURT AND ANOTHER LOST LOVE..
SCAR ON MY LEFT HAND STILL REMINDS ME,
LIFE IS OFTEN JUST CRAP AND LOVE TOO DAMN OFTEN JUST A BURNT TREE...


NEW NOTE- Written at age 19, young and full of piss and vinegar.
Can I recall that night? Yes, and the blood and the scar still reminds me,
mental pain is so often worse than physical pain.
A wild mustang that paid some very heavy dues and fought a world hellbent on destroying me...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-13-2016, 12:34 PM
Each Falls As A Rain Drop From Spider's Web

Within black streams flow and great red-tide's ebb
are ill given fates that linger and play
Each falls as a rain drop from spider's web
for no man may know the hour or the day

On great wheel, life spins in revolutions
heedless of evil human wants and needs
Man spirit, walks not from evolution
rather by true design from blessed seeds

Life and this world filled with harassing winds
nights given into sad, anguishing sleep
Fate flies on and great storms too often sends
black-winds, mankind sinks in far, far too deep

Blind, so lost, man seeks no true solution
Way of the world, raining its pollution

Robert J. Lindley,7-13-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-17-2016, 12:55 PM
Within A Valley Dream

In Spring, far below snowy mountain peak
sun shines bright gifting more abundant life
As massive forest green begins to speak
soon forgotten, is bleak-cold winter strife

Fertile valley blossoms as a Spring child
clear streams flowing filled with colorful fish
Glorious days, tramping into this wild
living within a dream's paradise wish

New crops emerge from blessed valley soil
Nature's castle covers this special place
Reaping reward from new life and hard toil
smiles beaming forth from every happy face

Find such and let your high spirit there fly
Brief is that hour, long is the by and by


R.J. Lindley
April 12th, 1973


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Russ
07-17-2016, 09:10 PM
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back

Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live

Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny

Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns

Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track

Robert Lindley
REVISED..


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Great, as usual, Robert. This one is especially good. :clap:

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-05-2016, 11:09 AM
Looking Back At Time's Receding Echoes

I write so that my mind will thus obey
Commands that memory and heart reveal
Rare gems reside in every dawn's new day
Increasing passion in all we may feel

I look back at Time's receding echoes
With pain for losses sadly meant to be
Walking back, bare-footed with seeking toes
caressing sands of future dying sea

What of glories fallen and now long gone
Deep loves that too soon withered on the vine
Mere mortals, weak beasts wrapped in flesh and bone
Forever beg, more rot on which to dine

Where will a man's path deliver his heart
If carrion fills his deep trailing cart

Robert J. Lindley , 8-05-2016


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Note- To navigate the approaching future storm, one must look back at the landmarks and path that led to the destination and the
last boulder to move..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-05-2016, 11:57 AM
Sky And Clouds May Water Our Soul's Life Tree

Sky And Clouds May Water Our Soul's Life Tree

The truth was concealed with many branches
therein rest many roads to hell's fury.
How boring if man took no big chances
to avoid verdict from Fate's last jury.

Long roads strewn chest-deep with heavy boulders
often birth the much needed final strength.
We find burdens relieved on our shoulders
regardless of epic pain and great length.

We can carry truth at heaviest cost
when our tree is watered with compassion
For light's divine mercy tis never lost
if man lives by faith, not by greed's fashion

Sky and clouds may water our soul's life tree
yet bearing fruit tis up to you and me.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2016

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Note- For contest...
Today my muse insisted that I stop being so damn lazy.....--TYR

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-06-2016, 10:37 AM
For new contest....., a premier contest


Regretting Cake

So many sweet cookies I never found
when my journey led to chocolate cake.
I heard their deep, tasty echoing sound
Alas! I was sure their music was fake.
That darkened path sent me into lost spin
sugar and energy in heaps and mounds.
Such delight just had to be a great sin
with pure bliss ate by magnificent pounds.
Chocolate icing slayed me with each slice
eager mind, it soothed and turned upside down.
Yet in its embrace everything was nice
I was living large, happy as a clown.

Cookies loomed large in back of hungry mind
Alas! Their path I simply could not find.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2016

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_____________________________
August 6, 2016

Sonnet

For the Premier Contest, Regretting Cake
sponsor, Julia Ward

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-09-2016, 08:40 AM
Fire And Torture, Chained Under Raging Sun

Relentless sun on bare naked back beat
in tune with this evil world's gauging eyes
Prisoner prayed death for relief to eat
beneath doom and hot miserable skies
Had not short life cast its deep slashing hits
memories of her and angelic love lost
Rage came and left his pleading soul in fits
had he not sought her love at any cost
Fire and torture, chained under raging sun
with her dreams now stone-dead in crying heart
Forever gone her touch and midnight fun
romantic souls eternally torn apart

Burning sun's fire had played its fated part
Death and life, paintings for a dark god's art

R.J. Lindley
June 22nd 1977

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Recently edited for contest.....-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
08-12-2016, 09:15 AM
Deepest Love Destroyed By Blackest Of Lies

Flailing away against dark, stormy wind
daggers cutting up lonely tormented heart.
What more can evil dare my way to send
before anguished soul decides to depart?

Thunder roars, ears hears unrelenting cries
agony grows with every booming clap.
Deepest love destroyed by blackest of lies
where can be found, sweet escape from that trap?

Rolling clouds, blocking truth's shining relief
under cascading gloom and stone cold hail.
Will justice match honorable belief
to fight and this thundering storm thus quell?

Hope, hold on, light's pure truth will one day shine.
Faith and pure love will once again be mine!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2016

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Note --Cranked out this morn for a contest--may even enter it after further review.--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-07-2016, 12:52 PM
Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine
dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree
Seeking light, I was walking a true line
in shade of path that was truly free

Storms weathered sheltering branches
bringing sun's hot beams upon my head
I sought more, took gravest of chances
of true love's blessing and being well fed

Once cast upon dirt and parched ground
my legs found needed strength to run
Racing winds sent that deceiving sound
soon, I forgot the heat of blazing sun

Burnt into ash my sad soul looks far back
Long ago, in tree's top, I was once on track

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-1999

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-10-2016, 10:20 AM
So many centuries ago.... --Tyr



In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows

I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed

Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its long, darkened veils
Polishing my hope, I ignore these scars
sending me through nights, red-hot burning hells

Stay alive, if need be wait in shadows
my heart endures, that Fate may give relief
In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
WE AGAIN LOVE AND DEAR LIFE HOLDS NO GRIEF!

Writing you, to rekindle love's fire
upon ashes of its funeral pyre


R. J. Lindley
Feb. 23rd, 1975

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-12-2016, 10:57 AM
Yes Dewdrops, Glisten Well The Singing Grass


Yes. I saw sweetest songbird's glee
Morn's rising glow, promise of heart's content
Life. Sells out fast, yet nothing is free
Spring returns with renewed merriment

Dew. Graces all under its wet veil
Gentle breeze eases in soothing song
Hope. Coins in a hollow wishing well
Time and Fate, both dance right on along

Drops of rain. Nourish earth and soul
Green grows as Nature gives its blessing
Love. Wanted, but may take a toll
Mercy shines. After true confessing

Yes dewdrops, glisten well the singing grass
Racing youth, far too soon, it too shall pass

R.J. Lindley
March 10th, 1972

Note- No edits to create a uniform syllable count.
Leaving this as it was composed--- centuries ago..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-14-2016, 11:27 AM
We Walked The Night Sands Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place

I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do

We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart

We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown


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R.J. Lindley
June 11th, 1975

Perianne
09-14-2016, 12:12 PM
That is lovely! You may convert me to a poem lover!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-16-2016, 01:19 PM
Moonlight and A River Thought

A walk down by the river to settle a worrisome thought
crazy , mixed up mind battles far too many fought
The river's passing with its soothing smooth flowing sound
brings images of angels dancing to the trumpet's sound

Rage not against fate's dark hand nor its unyielding wall
pray for abundant life, pray for gentle mercies on us all
Swift waters flowing in soft, soothing serenity
reminding of Time and perhaps even another Eternity

Moonlight upon waters each glimmering with rippled swirl
reminding of life's sweet love of a beautiful girl
Echoing splashes of fish jumping out into the sky
enjoying a bit of Nature's treasure, not asking why

A river thought, stored in the mind's deep treasure vault
Place and time, life's dream in which tis blessed to be caught

R. J. Lindley

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-18-2016, 10:31 AM
In Dark Dreams

In dark dreams, seeing visions of the dead
behind veils of space and withered grapes on the vine,
we that live, love our pleasures so much instead
paying scant heed to the coming end of our line.

Ah, but Fate dances about with a wicked smile
in shoes that have no merciful souls,
seeing through our indifference and clever guile
often destroying our life's most cherished goals.

Consider the ant- toils hard but dies just the same
while we dance in folly, no soles on our shoes,
to Death we are all targets just the same
ignorant and blind, wading in with no clues.

In dark dreams, blessed if we wake before they slay
In dark dreams, blessed if we but live - yet another day!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-18-2016

Dedicated to the three poets that replied to me recently in soupmail--
telling me to look up! --and WRITE...
I did, with no edits , no worry about syllable count.
Written a few minutes ago...
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Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop

Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop

Seed was planted, man's heart found death is dark,
where great truth was recanted,
misery brazenly stark.
Black hearts forward , never getting their fill,
falling forever downward,
where Fate delivers its kill.

Robert Lindley, JULY 22- 2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-19-2016, 11:40 AM
Dawn Burst Forth, Earth Was Drinking Its New Rain


Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain
Had I been asleep-in dreams far afield
In soft slumber, void of my usual pain
Or merely hiding behind my sword and shield

Sun cast its plentiful, dazzling new rays
Down on longings of a miserable man
In this dark, dark cold-world everybody pays
O' to escape again, if only I can

Evening shadows now wrap my soul in stone
Even as black darkness races to invade
Shielding me from hard hits and broken bone
And all righteous punishment I have made

Midnight's hours battled, promising to save
An unworthy soul from an early grave

R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 20th 1979


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-19-2016, 01:18 PM
To The Brave, An Honorable Grave

To the brave, an honorable grave:
To the kind, reward of a peaceful mind:
To trusting soul, entry Heaven's gate -no toll:
To those embracing His light, no fear of night.

Upon earth tread angels in disguise
Tallying and helping the righteous weak;
A word of caution to those so unwise,
Evil tormentors of those that angels seek.

Such guarding ends not, with setting sun
nor the trap of dungeons where victims lie
Angels- never defeated by force or gun
Trek here as plentiful as clouds in the sky.

Beware of that soft whisper to cease
A warning to hold back angry wrath;
Guardians can and do protect their peace
guiding the lost back onto well lit path.

To the brave, an honorable grave:
To the kind, reward of a peaceful mind:
To trusting soul, entry Heaven's gate -no toll:
To those embracing the light, no fear of night.

Robert J. Lindley, April 10th 1998

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-19-2016, 01:43 PM
Wisdom Found, Upon A Stone Once Cast

Night creeps in, shadows do their dark deeds
So much favors that blackness in night
Nourish the evil hiding in its darkened seeds
too often no gentle mercies and no respite

Where once lay love in a true heart
darkness may slide in to dance and play
A small mischief for a sneaky start
saving the very worst for a future day

Read deeper into this poem and behold
wisdom found, upon a stone once cast
Youth once wasted, regrets when too old
tis small relief, cherishing loves of the past

Night creeps in, shadows do their dark deeds
If truly lost, upon your soul evil feeds

Robert J. Lindley, 10-09- 2000

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When All Your Dreams Are But Dust

When deep regret meets the day
rainbows seed no more awe
As one grabbed, thoughtless to pay
no seeing through a crystal ball

Life and love, mysteries to be found
colors often dimmed by greed
Time the obstacle, no way around
fruits harvested from darkest seed

Fate in this world, mercy rarely given
knobs on doors with no keys
Life brings bad, when its blind liven'
no regrowing hollow burnt trees

When all your dreams are but dust
You are brittle iron covered in red rust

R.J. Lindley,
1979

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-21-2016, 01:27 PM
Yet Hope Promises A New Dawn Each Day

I have forgotten when I lost my way
was it clear of morn or deep dark of night,
my mind wanders so far back to replay
images that may in some way bring the light.
Journey into haze of past hopes and dreams
there, descending into dark pits to fight,
memories of lost love and futile schemes
yet still in blindness not knowing whats right.
Lost, looking up, begging for heaven's hand
beaten beggar, crying out in sad pleas
Remembering once , music in life's band
free sailing upon youth's gentle blue seas

I have forgotten when I lost my way
Yet hope promises a new dawn each day

Robert J. Lindley, 9-21- 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-22-2016, 10:57 AM
Life Is Not Pie Nor Blessings From A Wishing Well

Shall I be punished, for riding my horse into Hell
for spurring into blazing fires to feel the hot burn
Life is not pie nor blessings from a wishing well
often its the good from which confused hearts turn.

Shall I be exalted, for the little good I have done
for feeble gifts given even with sincere heart
Or chastised, for times fear caused me to run
denying love that promised a happy new start.

Will Fate ever give, that final answer to my dreams
or keep me as is, lost in wilderness, crying there
Racing on, forever wading in muddy streams
looking for that true love, beyond compare.

Once a rose kissed me and its touch was so divine
in mad hunger, I sought another on which to dine.

R.J. Lindley
July 12th, 1977

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-24-2016, 10:59 AM
A Look At Death And Old Age

Death is but change into another form
passing on through an ancient weathered veil
Warrior will bravely fight that coming storm
seeking more water from life's magic well

Death just may be a blessing in disguise
relief from hard labors on this sweet earth
If searched deeply, a lesson to the wise
a man fights to live for all he is worth

Death, is but hand servant its master Fate
grabbing souls as Time demands highest pay
Looking back , one finds its always too late
to repair great mistakes of yesterday

Death, you will not take me as gentle lamb
For a fighter, true warrior I am

Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2016


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-25-2016, 06:28 AM
That Relentless Struggle


A man may desperately fight his inner self
beat himself senseless until nothing is left
Such inward slashing leaves no visible scar
yet wounds as deep as any found in war

A struggle to defeat real and worse, imaginary foes
adding to, miserably increasing tragic woes
A fight I find myself engaging in on troubled nights
slashing, gashing and delivering bloody sights

As that struggle gets bloody and unrelentingly fierce
heart, soul and mind darkness may pierce
When that ancient battle is about to be done
time brings on brilliant rays of morning sun

When soul struggles to walk back into true light
Life becomes epic battles fought in dead of night

R. J. Lindley
Date, centuries ago

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-26-2016, 04:49 AM
Who Is So Wise As Never To Do Such

Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership
my mind grows cold and dark skies call out.
A poet has heart and soul even if no readership
enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout.

What grows and spills ink onto blank page
inspiration,communing with her as she mused
If only, we all could learn from the wisest sage
that if we dare open up- we will be abused.

Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership
my mind grows cold and dark skies call out.
A poet has heart and soul even if no readership
enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout.

Perhaps wise, not to feel or drink too damn much
yet who is so wise as never to do such?

Robert J. Lindley, 9-26-2016

Note- Couldn't sleep, decided to bang one out ....
First time, I've drank any alcoholic beverage in over a year now.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-29-2016, 11:33 AM
Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes


I was not brave, I did not dare to ask
why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask
Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes
matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies

I had not courage, to find out her plight
nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight
Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend
she now lost, nobody dare intervene

If we had met before deep heartbreak struck
I would now hold her and thank my good luck
There she sat, crying outside that June dance
to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance

Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile
Courage came, I crossed that last fearful mile

R. J. Lindley,
July 23rd, 1973

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-01-2016, 09:37 AM
To Set Steel To My Heartbroken Resolve

With spirit damaged, I did what I must
to set steel to my heartbroken resolve,
thereby preventing metal in my blood
from eroding and turning into rust

With heart cut that deep, no true hope remained
to set steel to my heartbroken resolve,
keep desirous memory from fading
this sad ole soul, I have forever stained

Loving dreams crushed, I fell into despair
to set steel to my heartbroken resolve,
hold memories just as long as I can
cherish images of your smile and dark hair

Now Time has diminished my great resolve
so die I must, to finally evolve

Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2016

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Note- I hope the reader may enjoy and find something of value in this poem , written about a very sad ending to a most romantic time in my young life.
Written to hold fast a memory although quite sad still a very cherished one, about a lost love from many decades past .
A beautiful lady that was just as wild, as I once was myself.
Dedicated to her memory as she passed away in 2001, almost three decades after our time together ended....

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-04-2016, 12:42 PM
Agony Of Truth Kept The Two Apart

Darkness in her heart, sadly found too late
appearing to come from black pits of Hell
or perhaps evil, random acts of Fate
unfortunate victim, rarely can tell

Magnificent glow, her clever face mask
totally believable words she said
an answer for each question one would ask
yet her hidden heart was cold and quite dead

Too late, pain found, she killed the one needed
for all her power could not take back time
cast into light--SHE truthfully pleaded
her regretful words then not worth a dime

When the Light banished darkness in her heart
agony of truth kept the two apart

Robert J. Lindley, 10-04-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-06-2016, 11:01 AM
Clear Streams And Dreams Dried Into Ghostly Dust

I have cried in the silent dark of night;
cut deeply by despair and savage Fate.
Dearest love lost is worse than deathly fright
for its depths brought in misery and hate.

Where, screaming nightmares in howling wind blow;
silent footsteps remind of foolish deeds.
When once, my great pride demanded brutal show,
darkness reign casting its sad, bitter seeds.

What answer, to greatest treasure once lost;
clear streams and dreams dried into ghostly dust.
Can I, buy back at any future cost
deepest of true love and her faithful trust?

Her image, I see in mind cast in gold,
valueless, for such my heart can not hold.

R.J. Lindley
1977

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-07-2016, 10:37 AM
Love and Forever, Words I Thought Of Thee

A time once, when your faithful heart held mine,
When morning dew sparkled in your blue eyes,
You the banquet - on which my soul did dine
Moon in my heart's dancing midnight skies.

Love and Forever, words I thought of thee
Before death raced forth taking you away
Now my sad tears could fill an empty sea
You gone, no sunshine in my lonesome day.

I seek and fear to never again find,
velvet touch, softness of your sweet hand
Misery reigns supreme in this tired mind,
bringing darkness and drought to this parched land.

Time once, when bright sun and moon united,
now hell's pain of love long unrequited.

R.J. Lindley
April 19th, 1977

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-08-2016, 11:56 AM
Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts


On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines
rather seek blood letting from prickly vines
No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind
just misery and pain- of the worst kind
Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts
sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts
Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all
there, unmindful of any healing call
Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain
praying, another desert with no rain
When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance
ask for no music but get up and dance

On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines
Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines

Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-14-2016, 02:23 PM
ONE TREE HILL, LIFE THEN JUST A THRILL

One tree hill, life then just a thrill
so long before I dared to roam
In youth Fate delivered no bill
seas so calm , no dark raging foam

When fleeting years had raced away
time when joy ranked over the bad
Springtime, we lived and dared to play
long before bitter brought the sad

One tree hill, now barren- alone
winter gave its shadows and grief
Cold so deep, down into the bone
praying for Spring to bring relief

Alone- life shows regretful pains
Can Spring wash away such great stains?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2016

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Poem written this morn, inspired by the 8 syllable poem written by my very good friend Peter Duggan .-Tyr

Olive Trees Of Gold

The Olive trees are dressed in gold
It’s morning time the day is cold
The sun beams down upon these trees
That dance upon fresh morning breeze

It’s such a lovely sight to see
These trees brim filled with mystery
How they give to me such pleasure
Dawn it is to me a treasure

Azaleas in lovely pink
They charm my eyes and make me think
Of everything that’s beautiful
Sweet mother nature has it all

Enriched I am as I sit here
Beneath a sky so blue, and clear

5 August 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-17-2016, 09:38 PM
May Your Chains Be But Rotten Rope

Of sorrows past, nightly regrets
empty glasses and barren fields
Vast dying seas and empty nets
broken swords, dead lain upon shields
Sits there, beasts with gleaming green eyes
waiting another hellish feast
Below, shackles of moon skies
shining for armies from the East.

Hold tight your dreams of future hope
warmth of home's blazing hot fires
May your chains be but rotten rope
love blessings before soul expires.

If accosted, stop fast to kneel
resting soul, high looms that next hill

R.J. Lindley,
April 18th, 1978

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-18-2016, 10:04 AM
What Fallen Apple Dare One Take Sweet Bite


What value an oracle that denies
Time and Fate both join to join, to create
rich dessert with man's miserable lies
and dish it all up on a dirty plate.

What steady course to set sail on if known
one that in the calm harbor remains safe
Or through stormy skies, there gaily blown
like upward drawn dregs of useless wheat chaff.

What fallen apple dare one take sweet bite
as if sweet happiness would thus be found
for nowhere in mankind's long, futile flight
is paradise sold by penny or pound.

What hope rewards seekers that blessed key
What Light shines forth any and all to see

Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2016

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NOTE
or·a·cle
'ôr?k(?)l/
noun
noun: oracle; plural noun: oracles

1.
a priest or priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity.
a place at which divine advice or prophecy was sought.
synonyms: prophet, prophetess, sibyl, seer, augur, prognosticator, diviner, soothsayer, fortune teller, sage
"the oracle of Apollo"
a person or thing regarded as an infallible authority or guide on something.
"casting the attorney general as the oracle for and guardian of the public interest is simply impossible"
synonyms: authority, expert, specialist, pundit, mentor, adviser, guru
"our oracle on Africa"
2.
a response or message given by an oracle, typically one that is ambiguous or obscure.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


Note- Written for a new contest, I may dare even to enter it... ;)--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-19-2016, 10:42 AM
Underground Will Chill Eat Into Thy Bones


Death comes, sometimes ends miserable pain,
shatters dark chains that bind the living soul
What of life shall death allow to remain,
Pretty daises in old broken bowl?

Underground will chill eat into thy bones,
Bitter cold still cursing with deep soul aches
Will blowing wind hear thy sad, pleading moans
If ALL thy loved, falls in decay and breaks?

How is one to know, alone in the dark,
JUST AS DEAD AS ALL ANCIENT EARTHLY STONE
IS THERE, NEW CALLING FOR A SAVING MARK
Or merciful light sent there to be shown?

Sun and sky above, on all still give this,
Chance of living love, the dead surely miss!

Robert Lindley, 1- 15- 1990

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Note- Edited and some key changes made this morn, 10-19-2016

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Questions Of Love And Life

Where does lost love hide
in dry deserts filled with pride
Behind mountains of hard stone
where traces of white are shown?

Where does love stand aloof
In hot flames of a burning roof
Beneath stones on cold ground
within deep thoughts too profound?

Where will hope give dear relief
in dreams that speak of true belief
Upon seashells on a sandy beach
or warm fires within easy reach?

When will man, find life that shall hold
warmth for each from all the cold?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2016

Written for contest.... will review later....-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-21-2016, 11:01 AM
Like Shadows In My Tired Mind

Like shadows in my tired mind
you danced in wisps of cool breeze.
Your deep treasure I did find
yet you left me with such ease.
I had found thorns on your rose
holes in your dancing shoes.
Large cuts on your pretty toes
dark truth in your bad news.

Like shadows in my tired mind
you danced in wisps of cool breeze.
Your deep treasure I did find
yet you left me with such ease.

Such ease, heart finally shattered.
To you- had it ever mattered?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2016

Sonnet form- Lin 678, rhyme( ababcdcd,abab,ee)
Eight verse stanza, rhyme ababcdcd, repeat first four verses as middle stanza abab, closing couple(ee) must be 8 syllables each, total syllable count to be 100.
Word count to be either 87 or 88..
Optional but better if it contains (8,4,2) that is 8 verses of seven syllables each, 4 verses of 8 syllables each, and two verses of 6 syllables each, as shown in this poem.
See syllable count below..
Enjoy the challenge of writing a sonnet in this form... trust me its not an easy task..

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p.s.- Told you guys I love math... -Tyr
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Written mere minutes ago...a challenging request given me from the contest sponsor in a pm at my poetry site.
Asking would I consider writing and entering her new contest -offered only late last night- after her year long absence from sponsoring contests.
Of course I agreed, first because she is a friend, a very kind lady, very talented poetess herself and its her first contest now that she has returned to sponsoring after a lengthy illness.
Here it is , although hastily written --this may not need any edits.
I shall return tomorrow to review it with afresh mind. -Tyr



A Gem , A Ruby-Red For My Sweet Rose

How great, red rose cheeks of my dancing queen
ruby ring to seal our binding love vows
Fairest of fair, rare jewel to be seen
love given her as deep as life allows

Sparkles from jewels sent to her blue eyes
radiant red glow warmth matching our hearts
Down on my knees, beneath sunny skies
loving ring given as our romance starts

Rarest of reds, deep ruby lips that tease
her soft hand, newly adorned holding mine
Holding her, nothing more could ever please
her lips, color matching ring- both so fine

Ruby red chosen, to match red-hot love
She the angel, sent from heaven above.

10-21-2016

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FOR CONTEST-
Ruby - GLOWING RED FIRE- - chosen because to me, no other gem matches the beauty of a large, dark red ruby.
And yes, I once gave a beautiful, dainty ruby-red ring to a lady that meant ALL the world to me.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-22-2016, 11:17 AM
Thou Art Bright Crimson-In Rose Red-lit Bloom


Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom
candles shine to adorn window's full moon
Fragrance of both, rests in thy love's perfume
rare music of romance's most precious tune.

Thy voice sings angel soft, harmonic dreams
taking world worries from defeated souls
Thy glow surpasses lights of fairy queens
soothing as sailing with gentle sea rolls

Immortal thoughts reside within thy breasts
true bounty of thy deeply loving heart
Romantic moonlight, all it manifests
mirrors thy dear face- treasured work of art.

Shall my quest seek greater than thy touch
I shall refuse - that is a boon too much.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-22-2016


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NOTE- SONNET, WRITTEN THIS MORN, FINISHED MOMENTS AGO.
MAY DECIDE TO PLACE IN A CONTEST, STILL NOT SURE IF I WILL OBLIGE THAT SPONSOR BY DOING SO.--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-23-2016, 10:12 AM
Ten Bucks In His Left Shoe, Bold In His Steps
(Walking Traveler of Hope)

Walking, each life mile-straight as the crow flies
dancing when fair weather graced bright skies.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
enemy to world's hatred and dark lies.

Traveler, seeking naught but joy and peace
sworn to defend those seeking hope's release.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
vowing to make truth his life's centerpiece.

Of Hope, knowing man had such in his heart
belief and wisdom he sought to impart
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
truth's weapon, overcame evil ramparts

Walking Traveler of Hope, peace his goal.
All that he served, their grateful hearts he stole.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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naught
naught
nôt/
pronounarchaic
pronoun: naught
1.
nothing.
"he's naught but a worthless fool"
synonyms: nothing, nothing at all, no point, no purpose, no effect; More
nil, zero;
informalzilch, zip, nada, diddly-squat
"all his efforts will have been for naught"

nounNorth American
noun: naught; plural noun: naughts
1.
the digit 0; zero.

Note- Written for contest..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-25-2016, 11:07 AM
When Courage Faithfully Flies

Where man's soul and brave heart meets
hope sends great power there to save
Life from death that often cheats
the weak that could be so brave
When faith filled prayer saves man
truth comes forth and regains
Happiness- life and love plans
absent the dirty stains

Where man's soul and brave heart meets
hope sends great power there to save
Life from death that often cheats
the weak that could be so brave

Look to heaven for its power
Man knows not his last day or hour

*** *** ***

Your loyal words of faith fly
To heart that death so often cheats
With loss that makes her soul sigh
In painful hopeless heartbeats
Could the weak again be brave
When faith does not remain?
Heaven's truth descends to save
And cleanse sin's darkened stain.

Your loyal words of faith fly
To heart that life so often cheats
With loss that makes her soul sigh
In painful hopeless heartbeats

Heart now so brave finds new power
New hope gives courage in this hour.

Collaboration(Double sonnets) Robert J. Lindley and Aqua Marine
10/24/2016

Note: Sonnet form used (new)-Lin 678
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Total- 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 *** 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 200
88 + 84 = 172 words.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-26-2016, 02:24 PM
That Silent Storm, No Mortal Man Can Stop

Like a great storm crushing out a desperate sigh
such is unstoppable force when death draws nigh.
In myriad forms that dark angel tramps this world
oblivious to sad pleas mankind may hurl.

Death slays even the strong young or very weak old
stopped not by vows, gems or great hordes of King's gold.
That great sickle cuts anything known to mankind
no hiding place can mortal man ever find.

When that dearest life has flown by, old and quite gray
expect a visit night or sunny bright day.
Death cares not man nor beauty of songbirds on wing
seeking naught but final death of everything.

In your human soul, hold dear this treasure of life.
For this world is dark-old and full of deadly strife.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2016
( New Form- Sonnet Lin 12/11)
Rhyme aa, bb, cc, dd, ee, ff, gg
Each stanza verses must by exact syllable count of 12,11, 12,11
Final couplet must be syllable count of 12 on 12...


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Note- Inspired this week by the death of a friend that occurred last Friday. Such a gentle sweet soul she was and always jolly and sincere when we met. She shall be deeply missed by all of us...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-26-2016, 09:29 PM
Should One Bemoan Treasures Stolen Away

Should one bemoan treasures stolen away
memories fated to forever die?
What of golden touch from yesterday
that longed for embrace, warm as sunny sky.

Under pale moon, dreams ebb into vast space
cherished nights eat into a dark abyss.
O' the soft beauty of her dear sweet face
treasure found best, I will forever miss.

Can such epic loss destroy one's sad mind
turn life into chambers of tormented pains?
What depth despair, losing one of a kind
where love's faintest of hope barely remains.

Life and love, both treasures beyond compare.
What measures needed, even foul or fair?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2016

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Note - Written for contest, yet again I may even enter it.. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-28-2016, 06:31 AM
Valhalla's Hall Holds His Forgiven Heart

Valhalla's Hall Holds His Forgiven Heart

Fallen warrior, his dreams exist no more
just a lone grave in a circle of trees
Great victories, only he kept the score
better had life given him calmer seas.

Across the field shields lay broken and stained
remnants of big clashes harder than stones
Old relics and tales all that remained
his grave now empty, war dogs stole his bones.

Night-winds blow on his lonely resting place
fate's reward for heart fallen and so true
His life, a savage trek with no disgrace
paradise found, even if overdue.

Death is but a storm that has blown apart.
Valhalla's hall holds his forgiven heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-27-2016

Sonnet

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Felt like writing this morn--slammed this one out, first draft.

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.

When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.

Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands.
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016

Sonnet

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-29-2016, 10:34 AM
In My Dreams Of Death

In my dreams of death, my desires create
not a bright, merciful angel there brought.
Dread of death instills fears that permeate
this tired mind and dark trap in which its caught.
Alas! No waking wisdom can there sway
lost soul to embrace blessed saving light.
For power of night's dark defeats bright day
as black shadows rage forth to slash and bite.
Battle starts, alone with two empty hands
night-fear bellows out, you have no power.
Look at these massive monsters night commands
while you cowardly beg dawn's coming hour!

In my dreams of death, my desires create
not a bright, merciful angel there brought.

Robert J. Lindley, ( aka- Tyr), 10-29-2016

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Note- Written and offered in the spirit of the Halloween season and with my admiration of the greatest dark poetry ever written--that of Edgar Allen Poe.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-30-2016, 01:25 PM
For I Am Not That Brave

Sombre calls, echoes from memories and lost days
Images appearing only to bring on deep heartache.
Nights envisioned in a daze- her charming ways
such that feelings, break stones for lost love's sake.

Alas! No touch and kiss can ever be allowed
for her ghostly image touches no true earth.
She rare, delicious fruit of rich fertile fields plowed
heavenly rose in bloom from first day of birth.

No more! Epic loss now invades these wishful dreams
light of reality shows dead flowers on her grave.
Never again, seeing her dancing within moonbeams
nor my now joining her, for I am not that brave!

Each night, longing to dance with her once again
knowing when dream ends, comes back far greater pain!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2016
Sonnet.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-03-2016, 03:18 PM
Seeds Sprouted From Deep Within Mother Earth

Where watered are roots from my ancestral tree
in fields sown with pain and bitter harvests
Strong, brave-hearted once truly proud and free
sprouted mighty eagles from fledglings in a nest

Clear streams flowing, deep forests their paradise
the red-man lived life and sang happy songs
Long before whites came with deceit and vice
building towns filled with their lost greedy throngs

Seeds sprouted from deep within mother earth
freedom had its price but gave deep treasures
Living , loving and fighting for all his worth
red-man fought fire with full equal measures

Fate rewarded its deceivers with stolen goods
Now, Nature weeps when whites cuts down ancient woods

Robert J. Lindley, 11-03- 2016

Sonnet- LIN-10,11,12

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Note-Presented as is, may edit later. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-06-2016, 05:35 PM
Shall We Believe In That Promise Forsworn


Let not hate blind thee to love's true powers
for within its realm rests treasures untold;
man's walk, missiles are thrown from dark towers
with greater frequency as we get old.
What shields dare we in our hope ever seek,
which sharp swords do we carry to defend
the righteous, the innocent and the meek.
What fruitful crops do we thus truly tend?

As the final winds on setting sun blow
with no new dawn to give future reprieve;
Spring waters are no longer born from snow
we perish, from world designed to deceive.

Shall we believe in that promise forsworn
when all the world heaps it with utter scorn?

R.J. Lindley
Sept. 17th, 1987


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-08-2016, 06:28 PM
No Longer Will I, Beg For More Sweet Life

No longer will I fight summoning call
refuse to see the nearness of the end.
Mustang racing forth from old empty stall
seeking safe shelter around the next bend.

Never will I fight hoping for dawn's light
lonely broken shell washed by raging tides.
Stay away, you last hope in darkest night
let me leap in bravely where death resides.

Soon will I embrace ghost that loudly cries
reach out, touch those dark, echoing moans.
Find out what such valiant bravery buys
be buried six feet deep covered in stones.

No longer will I, beg for more sweet life.
Find my honor and leave this endless strife.

Robert J. Lindley. 11-08-2016

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NOTE. - NEW, FIRST DRAFT..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-10-2016, 10:05 AM
Where Weeping Willows In Silent Peace Grow

Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
clear mountain streams feed beauty of Snow lake.
Spring rushes down waters from melting snow
earth's most natural, nothing there is fake.

When blue sky smiles upon cabin below
contented man wakes to enjoy the scene.
Nature and its great wonders do so glow
in blue lake waters, ducks swim, feed and preen.

Down to lake shore he goes to catch his meals
adventurer basking in Nature's sights.
This is just how treasured paradise feels
satisfied days, heaven's bright star filled nights.

Where weeping willows in solitude dance
such a sight can put a man in a trance.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2016

Sonnet

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-11-2016, 10:10 AM
Form: Sonnet |

Embrace Again, Thy Vow To Our Love Hold

Send that comfort that in pure heart so swells
sweet desires wherein truest love's faith so dwells
Bind deep in touch with thy seeking lips
where heart's passion over all may eclipse.

Allow thy charm, the power to thus heal
sadness and heartache my mind now does feel
In doing, melt tortured darkness away
thus holding my darkest demons at bay.

Gift the blessed warmth of thy smile's bright glow
recalling our walk in first Christmas snow
Embrace again, thy vow to our love hold
let our union be strong as life unfolds.

As morn races forth to find thy night's best
side by side, may in love both our heads rest.

R. J. Lindley
Aug 23rd, 1976


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-13-2016, 02:42 PM
Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both

Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.

Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.

Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.

Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2016
Sonnet form, Lin 11, 8 ...

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-14-2016, 10:53 AM
Where Nature's Beauty And Man's Design Meet

As bright red rose pierces with its sharp thorn
serves to remind, we are all mortal born.
So often pleasures of beautiful sights
counter the awaiting pains of dark nights.

Amidst color of flower garden's scene
arrive pretty birds to nest and to preen.
Each day fluttering to match garden's hues
which is the more beautiful, hard to choose.

Such beauty must be cultivated first
for it quenches soul's spiritual thirst.
Sunny days beaming under God's blue sky
we see growing treasures and beg the why.

Where Nature and man-made design there meet
gentle spirit finds life so very sweet.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-14-2015

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Note-- Written this morn for a contest, I may even enter it.. ;)--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-15-2016, 10:48 AM
Form: Sonnet -new form Lin 11

When Thy Chains Are Too Heavy, Do Not Complain
(read of thy sins and weep)

When thy chains are too heavy, do not complain
for thy heart cried out for that slavish embrace.
Thou art in truth, as dark as is thy black stain
thinking thy greatness nobody can replace.

On devil's altar thou burned innocent life
and in arrogance praised thy unholy acts.
In deep blindness, ignored thy sins that were rife
with lies destroying pure innocence and facts.

Hidden in that dark shroud, thy beloved *pall*
casting cruel words, those that show thy intense hate.
Yet thy cruelty will bring on thy great fall
no human can escape crushing hands of Fate.

In empty chambers black soul, cries for relief
denied because thy treasures, only brought grief.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016
Sonnet Lin 11

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Note-

Pall

(1.) Definitions of pall:
(1.) ** noun: burial garment in which a corpse is wrapped **

noun: a sudden numbing dread noun:
hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
verb: lose strength or effectiveness; become or appear boring, insipid, or tiresome (to)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Balu
11-15-2016, 11:48 AM
Dear Robert,
My grandchildren and me, we just bow seeing your talent. Thank you again. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-16-2016, 07:36 AM
Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Some may ask why I have not bit the dust
or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows.
I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust
nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows.

When in darkest night's long crawling shadow
my fighting spirit cries live on or bust.
You are no soft flower in a meadow
do as you may, dare to do what you must.

That moment, I see truth, joy and white light
a clarion call to hold the last fort.
Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight
calm blue seas and old ships safely at port.

Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes.
I answer, keeps me young and on my toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Balu
11-16-2016, 07:51 AM
This is Great, Robert, that your poems and sonnets are full of wisdom. I see that as a real Poet you let your thoughts pass through your Heart. Therefore they are so touching. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-17-2016, 12:05 PM
They That Passed In Honor Duty Bound

There, they in agony breathed their last
uniforms stained, bloody and war torn.
Bullet sent or artillery blast
war vanquished innocence, human born!

Afterwards, brave deeds loudly denied
as tired nation revolted and screamed.
Where fled respect for brave souls that died
and tragically lost all they dreamed?

On battlefields man is but a pawn
lone feather cast into raging winds.
Perhaps destined not another dawn
nor the great miracle true love sends!

They that passed in honor duty bound
will respect for them ever be found?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2016

Sonnet form - Lin 9's

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Note- Although this was written with the Vietnam War and its aftermath in mind , one could
pick any war, any nation, any time in mankind's history- the greater part of this poem applies and respectfully honors those lost souls.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-18-2016, 09:49 AM
Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness

Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne
Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed.
Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan
In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead?

Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim
With stolen wealth from lambs of this dark world?
Yet thy black heart, feels the murder of him
And hot lightning bolt Heaven may soon hurl!

Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit
And thy wicked soul now sees the true light
Yet thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root
To try to bring forth never ending night!

Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne.
Why now in old age, do thou dare to moan?

R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 11th, 1980


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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-25-2016, 06:04 PM
In Our Dream Comes Infinite Delights!

When gentle glow fades from thy pale-blue eyes
Gold amber from thy luxurious hair
Time's hurts will not have savaged thee too much
For me not to want to be with thee there.

My mind recalls gaiety in thy dance
Sight of thy deep beauty in party gowns
Our time living in soft sacred moments
Alive with bright smiles and no angry frowns.

I pray thee comes to me again in dreams
Silky flowing hair and beckoning voice
Calling seeking heart to flutter anew
And knowing for me lays no other choice!

Promise to seek me out on my sad nights
For in our dream comes infinite delights!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-26-2016, 05:39 PM
Shall I, Dare I, Just Call It Fate's Last Goodnight Kiss


Soft echoing rings, days past when souls sang in tune
Walks on sandy beach basking in moon's brightest smile
Hot embers flung from winter fires into June
I beg thee stay, if only for a little while

Thy sworn oath holds me in its deep, love promised grip
Remember fantastic nights of cherished wonders
Our love flowing in time with every candle drip
And those epic laughs had at my many blunders

Pray thee, for such golden treasures to long endure
Testament to romantic love that flourished so
Of all the many lost angels thou was most pure
Foolish and tragic that my blindness let thee go

Shall I, dare I, just call it Fate's last goodnight kiss
Another blunder for its thee, now I most miss

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26-2016

Sonnet form, LIN 12/12

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

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-27-2016, 02:37 PM
OK, so my "sonnet bug" bit me and had to bang one out today.--Tyr


Shining With A Beauty Beyond Compare

Angel came down, a soul to altar raise
before feet touched ground, soul healed with a gaze.
Shining with a beauty beyond compare
she lingered long, with all that saw her there.

Powdered gold shown on those wide beating wings
keeping good time with echoes as she sings.
Light reflecting off her emerald crown
compelling all standing there to fall down.

She rose fast, dutifully heaven bound
her leaving left, vacancy from no sound.
Vanishing beyond earthen woes and cares
beckoning forth all that in faith dares.

Angel came down blessing to altar give
witness of divine love to all that live.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2016

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Note - Tried to hit the 100 word count but missed on first draft--decided not to edit to make that count.-Tyr

Balu
11-27-2016, 04:10 PM
Shining With A Beauty Beyond Compare...



It seems (as I feel) that something irrecoverable has happened...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-27-2016, 10:31 PM
It seems (as I feel) that something irrecoverable has happened...

Yes ,decades past and is soon to happen yet again my friend.
Your insight did not betray you....--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-27-2016, 10:34 PM
The Poet's Words

The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night
Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead
Stole from the past, and stood about his bed;
He sought no words; they came; he did but write.
When day was round him too, some vision bright
Or spark of glowing truth would glide between
The busy voices in a bustling scene,
Turning his heavy heart unto the light.
Whence came they? Were they gifts of long ago,
Like pansies growing on a pilgrim way?
Or but dim echoes of a vaster day
Whose harmony the happy dead may know?
That song eternal, that unwearied chime
Of seas that break around Isles of Time?

Sonnet (Classicism)

R. J. Lindley, written decades ago,
edited and presented today- 11-27-2016


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-29-2016, 03:35 PM
Caressing Virgin Soil, With Soft Caring Hands

In her garden, wearing old pants and her long tresses
caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands.
Generous to a fault, kind heaven blesses
she a gem of far away Asian lands.

Dawn's early rays would sparkle in her eyes
as she rose to smile at the rising sun.
In her thoughts up and away she flies
to have herself some harmless wishful fun.

Landing between heaven and joy on earth
she would pray sweetest happiness for all.
Later with piety pray aloud for all her worth
remain silent waiting for return call.

Angel wanting others joy above her own.
ONE MORN, FOREVER AWAY SHE HAD FLOWN.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-08-2016, 11:14 AM
If Last Poet Sent Last Verse Out To Fly

If last poet sent last verse out to fly
would man vanish into swallowing sky.
Or would Nature then act as it renews
with new birth to paint earth in rainbow hues.

If man lost this art in his great errors
wading into abyss of woeful blight.
Would life reek of agony and terrors
compounded by wicked pains in dark of night.

If last poet saw pen and muse perish
could Nature and earth stand the massive void.
In this life, poets gift us words to cherish,
sweet fruits in which many are overjoyed.

If last poet, failed mankind in despair
Could mother earth and Nature then repair?

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-08-2016, 02:04 PM
For This Journey Seeks To, Like An Eagle Fly


If for thee, this poet's words are inspiring
read with clear seeing eyes and hear with thine ears,
for I write with my mind's heart perspiring,
too often with trepidation and great fears!

For this journey seeks, to like an eagle fly
all about- words in rhyme rising to obey,
those night stars in a most glittering sky
and rest to play under bright sun each day!

If in thy longings, romance seeks thy hands
words in poetic verse may yet set thee free,
often we poets write in our word launching bands
with heart, soul and inspiration the key!

Grant mercy, for our lonely, mysteries roads
In heart of hearts we may write in ancient codes.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016

Form- Sonnet

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-08-2016, 05:21 PM
Regrets And Bitter Memories Echoing Again

Such a crazy-wild young life, sad sad tale
stubborn in wicked ways brought on pure hell.
Never saw danger, I afraid to face
sought out thrills in many an evil place.
Same ole story, life wild as hell and free
Same bad results, worst costs paid back by me!
I forgot dad's story, how stones don't fly
live the moment just for the me and my.

Flights of fancy, pretty gals rewards
to foolish to see darkness in the cards
Once sure, life was just another tough fight
now seeing blessings wasted in hindsight
Looking back, I find myself much older
fires long dead, O' how they do smoulder.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016

Sonnet

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-08-2016, 10:15 PM
In My Old Age, I See With Sunshades Too Bright

In my old age, I see with sunshades too bright
I need much darker to hide past gritty stains.
In my old age, I feel down , not at all light
I need forget that stuff pills for my mental pains.

In my night dreams, I talk to shadow creatures
I need tape recorder to prove how they scream.
In my night dreams, nothing but rerun features
I need a dam, to block such never ending streams.

In my writings, I speak of ancient lost times
I need sweet mercy, for my sins are so great.
In my writings, wall clock rarely ever chimes
I need much faster pens, so as to not be late.

In my old age, every damn thing begs its spotlight.
I need a telescope for all seems out of sight.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016

Form- Sonnet Lin 11/12

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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-09-2016, 11:52 AM
The Prayer

I bared my soul within warmth of thy hot flame
needing comfort of lovingly sent relief.
Knew thy gentle spirit yet not thy true name
thy kindness came because of faithful belief.

With tenderness in grace I had rarely seen
healing angels were sent on thy sweet command.
Heavy burdens gone, soul feeling so serene
Thy light of lights caused me to soon understand.

Now in prayer, forgiven heart gives its thanks
for thy dear mercy granted this once lost soul.
Only by faith's deep love do I join thy ranks
what was once broken, thy love has now made whole.

May thy mercy sweep through this dark, barren land.
Thy saving grace rain down, much as we can stand.

R.J. Lindley
Feb 20th, 1977

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Note - Edited today to bring syllable count into a consistent 11 syllables each and every verse.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-11-2016, 09:58 AM
If Dancing Barefoot, Watch For Broken Glass

Shot straight arrow into a crooked sky
to find if it washed upon me black rain.
Strange that Fate decreed then, I would not die
at least not until later, not in vain.

Time flew into shadows upon dead plains
my quiver empty, my heart cut to shreds.
We all have our secrets and some dark stains
while others sleep with ghosts in bloody beds.

Times of despair, hard choices must be made
if dancing barefoot, watch for broken glass.
Beware for heavy dues, they must be paid
there is no hidden splendor in the grass.

My bow now silent and cracked due to age.
All shot out- words sent from wizened old sage.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016

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O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend


Decades past, when free love was all the rage
we were not told, bait for the golden cage.
In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies
we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies.

O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell
when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell.
Years ago, my pride led me so far astray
now these later years cause me to kneel to pray.

O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
life is not over, time can be thy friend.
Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee
soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free.

Future promise, grace me with clear new skies
send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016

Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-13-2016, 09:21 PM
Both Willing Victims Of Romance

Shall we dance this romantic dance?
With moonlight beaming on thy hair
Was it fate or just by pure chance,
We both found ourselves there?

Both willing victims of romance.

I shall not lose thee this sweet night
When this moment sent me reeling
Why does thou shine so very bright,
Thy glow radiates love feelings?

Thou art my first heavenly sight.

Can we find that lost paradise?
Open treasure chest with no key.
For thee I will pay any price,
Begging thy love forth on my knees.

Thy charms, ardor does entice.

Shall we dance this romantic dance?
With moonlight beaming on thy hair
Was it fate or just by pure chance,
We both found ourselves there?

Both willing victims of romance.

Robert Lindley

Rhyme

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 08
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 126

OK, THIS STARTED OUT TO BE A SONNET --BUT- MY MUSE HAD OTHER PLANS....I LEARNED LONG AGO NOT TO PISS HER OFF..
Gonna let it stay in this thread as a reminder..-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-14-2016, 02:18 PM
Temptation Itches On All Living Things

Temptation itches on all living things
often nobody knows just how it stings,
not the icky-glues in its sticky pastes
nor the rotten fruits in its wasted wastes.

She the vixen nobody could resist
her vanishing pleasures - elusive mists,
long legs descend from heavenly skies
later, such dark pains in lamented cries.

Victim once thought to be heavenly bound
lost, voiceless, no understandable sound,
finds temptress, sexy wares designed to win
she that siren alluring to all men.

You scratch that itch, risking your own peril,
finding wounds that can never be sterile!



Robert J. Lindley, 12-14- 2016


For Daniel Turner's , In Your Head Contest
12-14-2016

NOTE- CONTEST REQUIRED THAT A SINGLE VERSE FROM DANIEL'S POEM BE CHOSEN THEN THAT VERSE BE DEVELOPED INTO A POEM -NOT LESS THAN 8 VERSES NOT MORE THAN 16 VERSES. WRITTEN IN ANY POETRY FORM EXCEPT FREE VERSE AND PROSE.
I CHOSE THE LAST VERSE AS IT REACHED DEEP WITHIN ME AND MY PAST LIFE.
AND CHOSE THE SONNET FORM..-TYR

This poem won 4th place...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-14-2016, 11:44 PM
The Warrior In My Blood

What has happened to the warrior in my blood
when did he vanish into this red clay mud?
O' the pains I've taken to keep in me the fight
and whiskey given up, to keep my sharp eyesight.

What has happened to the power in this man
when he feels tired and hopes for no stand
O' the heartache that cuts so damn deep
and the tears splattering, when I now weep.

What has happened to fierce fight in my soul
when sleeping late is now my cherished goal
O' the misery in finding my courage gone
and the depths in feeling, so damn alone.

What has happened to young spirit I once had
and to raw anger that once made me so bad?

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2016

NOTE, INSPIRED BY LISTENING TO TOM PETTY'S SONG A FEW MINUTES AGO, TITLED, " I Won't Back Down"...
Folks, I truly do not know if is better for me to be this weak in my happiness.
Sometimes I dream of needing that extra power for a great future battle and its not there! And can no longer be summoned!
Compared to a 20 something me, I am now a p*ssy...--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-20-2016, 11:00 PM
Summer Nights With A Stone-Cold Fox

Cool summer night in nineteen seventy-three.
She became a goddess to a boy like me.
Her long golden locks, hair begging -Please touch!
Bite this apple baby, never get too much!

Sexy dream that walked in skin tight blue-jeans.
Had to have her and that meant by any means.
Curves galore, no markings on that pretty box!
She was the hottest, a brand new, stone-cold fox!

Her shortest shorts, tighter than bark on a tree.
Seventies chick, prettiest fish in the sea.
With the night birds we sang our deepest tunes!
Air was fire-hot, night sky had two full moons!

Walked away,tidal waves crashing ashore
LEFT BEHIND A BAD BOY, STILL BEGGING FOR MORE!

Robert J. Lindley
12-20-2016

Written as requested Kelly Marie.
She almost became your aunt.

Answering her challenge to write a poem about a 70's stone-cold fox, one of the many that I once knew.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-31-2016, 11:55 PM
Dark Spells

As a clock running in black circles down
Distant stars lighting reddish fairy gowns,
Earthen pastures in darkness all aglow,
Awaiting dawn's eager cock to thrice crow.

Two wagging tails on huge fantastic birds
flying with dust stirring African herds,
For life in wailing pain must thus this bring,
curses spun from magical, hellish ring.

Night-winds ill blowing with green, nasty stench
coming calamity, sure-fire cinch,
Time and Fate conspire with evil blood-lusts
removing hope and adding deep the rusts.


Dragon pair emerging to life consume.
Old hag weaving spells on wicked loom.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2016


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 94

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-02-2017, 02:36 PM
Youth Cries Out, We Can Rest When We Are Long Dead

Out of fleeting shadows, words creep within
Out of deep, lonesome blue-nights aches appear
Youth chase gaily after pleasures and sins
When "forever weather" ahead looks clear.

No visions of future hurts fly into view
No visions of pains that strip bare the heart
Forever away, those payments come due
Youth knowing, knows its footloose dance is smart.

Where crimson dreams, spring up rainbow splashed lakes
Where crimson dreams, color life with purest joy
Youth fevers, too hot to ever dare forsake
Youth fevers, that always seem to annoy.

Great and dear mysteries lay in wait ahead
Youth cries out, we can rest when we are long dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2017

Sonnet, Lin 10/11

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 11 10 10 10 0 10 11 11 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 145
Total # Words: 108
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I SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH OF THAT.
For I lived it for 16 long, wild and fast paced years--18 to 34...
In those 16 years, I lived at least 80 years worth.
For from age 18, I lived as if I'd never make age 30...
A true miracle that I ever did that and 32+ more years, so far.. -- --Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-03-2017, 09:59 PM
Your Gold Hair Hung Just Right On Your Shoulders

You enticed bright moonlight to shine brighter
upon your bare shoulders beaming so white.
I dreamed of love and held you much tighter
memory forever held in my sight.

Your gold hair hung just right on your shoulders
soft twinkles graced deeply your blue, blue eyes.
My racing heart screamed, " you be much bolder"
you have enough help from summer skies!

You felt my quickened and hotter breathing
with gentle touch you said, its alright.
This day, Fate decided you are leaving
I fight back welling tears with all my might.

Your passing, sent my lost world down crashing.
Our love, our time, my heart keeps rehashing.


Robert J. Lindley, 1-03-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Note- Sonnet bug bit me, so I cranked one out before hitting the hay tonight.
Had I refused, I would have woke up around 2 A.M. with my Muse cursing me endlessly until I got up to do this task.
She bez a wild and vindictive vixen full of piss and vinegar.. :laugh:--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-04-2017, 07:39 PM
Great Charm In Her Cool Southern Grace


All is blessed wonder, sweet time to me
tall trees waving in Southern summer wind;
there rests happy, where bare feet met cool sea
true love and hope's heart just around the bend!

My gentle darling back in Atlanta
with gold braids in her shining jet-black hair;
she was there drinking cold, orange Fanta
and slyly gave me that, "come to me stare"!

Sea waves sang out and my toes felt the surge
HOT SAND TOLD ME TO RACE BACK TO THE SHADE;
where her red lips gave me that kissing urge
memory found sweet, love she always made!

There was great charm in her cool Southern grace
fire in her eyes, set her pretty face!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-04-2017

Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 116

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-05-2017, 02:39 PM
O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance

O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls
Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray
Not into realms of drought stricken pitfalls
Nor in shallow vessels of weakened clay!

Stay dear poets, with kindness sent this sad world
Keen unto love, hope and mercy's great gifts
Pen to let magnificent words be hurled
In soul's fine music that cheers and uplifts!

O' dear poets, grace us with joyful heart's glee
Dance below moon's gleam cast lights thus given
For these gifts setting us apart and free
Bring us to gates of paradise liven'!

O' dear poets, buckle belts, greet all as friend
We are waves splashing hope until the end!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017

Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Written today for a contest.
I may even dare to enter it , if I can remember which contest at which poetry site I wrote it for! :laugh:--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-07-2017, 03:05 PM
Old Sailor's Heartfelt Plea To Lost Love

Thou hast torn fine sails from anchored ship's mast
In harbor previously thought true safe.
Thy sudden change has left my heart aghast
now thy poison arrows, this body strafe.

With thy dark, longbow and its hard flung hits
thee hast sent this soul to hellish, black pits.
Nay! Thy dread-wrath could not be any worse!
Found not, the answer to thy evil curse!

With thy words, black skies crushed sweet life from me
I beseech, thy raging heart to repent.
Join again! Set sail to gentle blue sea
Find thou, that mercy can truly be sent!

If thou can yet, grasp love now forgotten.
Find thee, hateful curse sent ill begotten!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017
(English sonnet)
I prefer this label-- Sonnet, (Classicism flavored)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Not for contest..
This was inspired by my reading at my home poetry site, a truly superb (English) sonnet this morn!
The artist, caused me to strive to better in my writings.
I pray that this humble effort has proven to be a fruitful attempt at that goal...
Know this, a great many poets there have me truly amazed at their talent, inspiration kind souls, and giving hearts...

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-07-2017, 05:13 PM
How In This Racing World Life Balances Out

How in this racing world life balances out
Lose love, seek thee sincere, find another.
World sends hell on thee, watch it turn about
Feel alone, hug thy sister or brother!

If rains beats hard upon thy weathered brow
wait, another day bright sun will reward
Fence storm damaged, lost is thy lone milk cow
read solace words from thy favorite bard!

When home is too crowded and far too loud
yard is overgrown and thy best axe broke.
Wait future days, when those kids make you proud
YOUR TEARS FLOW AND YOUR CRACKING VOICE WILL CHOKE!

So friend, in the end it all balances out
Hold tight loved family, sing with a shout!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017

Sonnet
Ten Syllables.

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note- Got the urge to compose one more sonnet today.
Sitting here with a yard full of snow, drinking hot chocolate and thanking my blessings......
I pray such blessed and soothing times for thee one and all....-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-11-2017, 11:09 AM
A Southern Man Proud And True

There was truest Southern red-blood in his veins
Left this world with its darkness, dirty stains
A Southern man, born ready, bred to fight
Hard at work by day yet tender at night
In old age he found few needs for amends
Those he made were to family and friends

A lover of hope and sweet Southern dawns
Loved Nature and sight of new speckled fawns
Biggest heart ever, worn on his long sleeve
Lover of life, restarts each New Year's eve
Once healed of daggers, plunged to the hilt
Having known dark and hate he had some guilt

Never claimed perfect by any degree
Standing tall, proud, handsome and boldly free

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Sonnet.

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112
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Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity.
I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday).
So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr

Balu
01-11-2017, 12:12 PM
A Southern Man Proud And True

There was truest Southern red-blood in his veins
Left this world with its darkness, dirty stains
A Southern man, born ready, bred to fight
Hard at work by day yet tender at night
In old age he found few needs for amends
Those he made were to family and friends

A lover of hope and sweet Southern dawns
Loved Nature and sight of new speckled fawns
Biggest heart ever, worn on his long sleeve
Lover of life, restarts each New Year's eve
Once healed of daggers, plunged to the hilt
Having known dark and hate he had some guilt

Never claimed perfect by any degree
Standing tall, proud, handsome and boldly free

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Sonnet.

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112
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Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity.
I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday).
So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr
This poem is a Masterpiece. Bravo! :clap:
The underlined especially fascinated me.

jimnyc
01-11-2017, 06:31 PM
Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity.
I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday).
So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr

Sorry, Tyr. :(

Sometimes sadness and tragedy leads to very good writing. It has a way of changing how one thinks and looks at things, and of course drawing out emotions and memories. I wish I could write like you sometimes.

Balu
01-11-2017, 06:42 PM
Sorry, Tyr. :(

Sometimes sadness and tragedy leads to very good writing. It has a way of changing how one thinks and looks at things, and of course drawing out emotions and memories. I wish I could write like you sometimes.
I would like to add something.
Only some of those who have a hurting Soul and a bleeding Heart are granted a talent to write poems.
And Robert is a one of these Luckiest Men who are carrying this heavy Cross.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-11-2017, 07:54 PM
I would like to add something.
Only some of those who have a hurting Soul and a bleeding Heart are granted a talent to write poems.
And Robert is a one of these Luckiest Men who are carrying this heavy Cross.

My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks.
This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death..
How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr

Balu
01-11-2017, 08:26 PM
My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks.
This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death..
How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr
Unfortunately this is the Nature of our life. It is very difficult to be through it, but this is a Life. The real, unbearable grief is when you bury your own children. God forbid anyone to experience it.

Balu
01-11-2017, 08:36 PM
My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks.
This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death..
How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr
I am very happy that I have a chance to speak with you and some others from this board. It is a great help for me to understand nowadays Americans, in addition to my personal experience when I worked in your country and came across and got acquainted with many Americans of that time.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
01-14-2017, 01:44 PM
If Thee Would But Remember Me, Remember Me


If Thee Would But Remember Me, Remember Me

Remember me to your children and newfound friends
moments of hope hold my imaginary hand.
We were raving dancers breaking out with new trends
our romantic death I could never understand.
If my loss, caused you to make much needed amends
Remember me to your children and newfound friends.

In shadows that gather upon that high plateau
moments you feel dawn's soft breeze that reminds of me
We were singers in life's grandest parade, we two
bare footed, fantastic lovers and so care free
If my loss, caused you to make much needed amends
Remember me to your children and newfound friends.

Remember me, remember as deep, cool night winds
Remember me to your children and newfound friends

Robert J. Lindley, 1-14-2017

Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 118

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017