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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-20-2015, 12:02 PM
Sometimes when I am lazy or just distracted my muse comes along demanding I do certain writes. I refuse until the beating gets bad enough to cause
me a headache, then I relent.
This morn was such a case. She be a stubborn vixen that knows how to cut and slash, so I write and write.
Then if lucky get a pat on the head and a scolding reminding me that she ALWAYS wins out in the end!
With that in mind I decided to create this thread to race to,in order to write much sooner and avoid any more such beatings. :laugh:-Tyr

First presentation here..
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Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold


Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold
Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air
Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold
With tributes often given whether wrong or fair!

Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight
Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul
Like a magic rainbow just coming into sight
wisdom and folly both rest within the same bowl!

Hate, rides aloft in a forceful crashing wind
The product of emotions flying high and deep
So very often with no bottom and without end
A nightmare that crashes out from a dark sleep!

Truth, the light that cast out darkened Hate
A soothing breeze cruising in on a hot day
If found, the saving is never bad or too late
Instead path found to Love and Live another way!


Robert J. Lindley. 06-20-2015

Note: Do not blame me, my muse beat on me until I relented
and hammered this one on out.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
06-24-2015, 05:36 PM
Owls Looking Into The Dark


Sleepy Dreams - owls looking into the dark
sights imagined but can never touch
Glory and truth both, so brutally stark
images of great future Hope and such
Dances flowing in thoughts this mind relays
blood drying on a loose, tumbling rock
Desires the sad Soul fears and betrays
ship calmly resting at a favorite dock

Night gifts such sweet, brilliant views
A life wearing her gift of golden shoes!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-24-2015

Note: This one took some teeth pulling but I learned long ago
my muse beats me about the head until victory shines upon her.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-16-2015, 08:53 PM
YES, again I was beaten by my muse to write out of my usual style and form. -Tyr

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A Storm, A Tempest And A Hope


Remorse hangs like dark and bitter fruit
A tragic voyage far off the right course
Cuts to the mind with an evil root
Blood-lust still in the crying remorse
Defeated
Alone
A shot into this darkened lost world
Future clouded in a racing mist
A boulder into a grave now hurled
More pains added to the emerging list
Volley blasted to summon a darker Fate
Deep bath in seething, rich hate!

Ship sent to give a last chance
Treasure laid for the roving eye to see
Nights promised with engulfing romance
Endless pleasures for our loving tree

Then the shadow raced into a new sight
Trumpet sounded to eat away your face
Darkness soon ate away the splendid light
Revealing my saddened soul in its deep disgrace!

No stars shine upon this torture heart
The world shudders without you in my life
We die a thousand deaths when we are apart
You my love were to be my eternal wife!

Now time eats into the void of our loss
As our future certainty is a great unknown
On this stormy sea swells give us a toss
Where such dark evil plans are blown

Pray for mercy to be downward cast
A miracle to be given and sent
If our love was ever meant to last
The Light must return and give blessed consent!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-16-2015

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-21-2015, 10:47 AM
I resisted writing this one but it has been very well received at my poetry site and even "stolen" by an Internet thief, claiming it as his work.. lol.
And this one was published on another Internet poetry site many months later when I agreed to a request sent to me about it.
I remember being tired and worn out that day but nothing was gonna stop my muse from forcing me to get this one on paper..-Tyr





Lost Love's Dream Shadow

Deep within a sunlit drop of refreshing rain
I saw a glimpse of her beautiful face again
Dreams flow past as swift mountain streams
she haunts me lovingly in midnight dreams

Outside my window the great moon dares to sink
more time, more time is all I can think
She appears all the more real in her golden gown
as the great moon glides slowly slipping down

I feel earth trembling deeply into night
nothing feels better, nothing feels so right
Her voice whispers from shadows all around
smiles so deep that it echoes in loving sound

As dawn flees upward to meet the newborn day
I hear her parting , caressing voice softly say
Dreams can not stay , they must go on past
our loves are forever and forever they last..

Robert J. Lindley--04--03--2014

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-24-2015, 07:49 PM
A sad sonnet that my muse beat out of me late this afternoon. That vixen be wicked when she wants something down on paper! Threatened to wake me all night if I did not shut up and just write! -Tyr
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Forever Lost, Lover and Friend


She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!

No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!

Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!

Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015

Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
to have ever existed!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-28-2015, 08:59 AM
The Color Of Her Eyes


I sent her my all, my very best
Rainbow flowers wrapped in true-
expressions of love and tenderness,
all the goodness she was due!

I sent her, gentle touch each day
An echo of my eternal burning fire-
so hot, so hot it melts the sky,
birthing each day great Love anew!

I hold her, with hands that need
Kind that knows no mortal bounds-
soft petals on this wild flower,
saving both hearts that so bleed!

I hold her, in joy we are blessed
Life sings us a paradise realm-
where each moment fills our heart,
on a ship with Eternity at the helm!

The color of her eyes told me all!

Robert J. Lindley -No date, a rewrite


Note , Very old poem written when I was 19
years old, for my first wife.This morn decided
to shorten and rewrite a few verses.
This is the resulting poem. A combo of the old
and the new-- just as life presents us!

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-30-2015, 12:23 AM
Blame This On My Muse


Fat Sacred cows come and they may go
words written in silky smooth flow
Ink to paper, "ain't life so good"
I would be better, if I ever could.

Behold treasures in paste they glow
a mystery to those deep in the know
Words that eat and savage the heart
dark confessions for a wicked start.

Those rays racing from dark red moon
they inspire then hide away too soon
Nights with winds that sing and cool
I the joker, clown and anybody's fool.

Fat Sacred cows come and they may go
words written in silky smooth flow
Ink to paper, "ain't life so good"
I would be better, if I ever could.

Robert J. Lindley, 07-29-2015