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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-01-2015, 01:31 AM
The Gunfighter Was Ready

The coach arrived engulfed in blowing dust,
this day carrying more than precious gold,
a gunfighter, his sending for was a must,
needed was a fighter wild, fast and bold.

Confident as he stepped into dirty street,
eying all around for any deadly threat,
looking for the lady he was to meet,
a job he took on a personal grudge and bet.

No nervous edge did he feel this day,
a calm resolve filled his icy veins,
find the lady , get his precious pay,
each deadly job building his earthly gains.

Early morning sun, gave a blinding glare,
as a beautiful lady stepped from the crowd,
keen senses felt her admiring stare,
well before her welcome rang out so loud.

First to invite this vision for a meal,
business could now be delayed,
her beauty set in him a strange new feel,
so different than the usual price he was paid.

Soon small talk shifted to what needed done,
three lives that fate called to be erased,
evil men, so fearsome they'd never run,
a task , quite deadly that must now be faced.

Details settled, the marks now must be shown,
each victim's soon to be shot and dying face,
falling to the gun-speed he had decades to hone,
no man ever matched his accuracy and swift pace.

With foolish bravado each man faced his threat,
first two were dispatched with the usual ease,
last one was the target of his personal bet,
a fast gunfighter, fate so often did please.

Day came, the sun beamed in a brilliant sky,
he could finish the personal job he sought,
there was a reason , none knew the reason why,
this last gunfighter had now been caught.

That morn as the town clock struck nine,
speeding bullet did end the evil life,
joy returned , all was now so fine,
man dead, that had long ago killed his wife.

Last payment he waved away with a smile,
this course he had set so long ago,
accomplished with dedication, speed and guile,
sun shone brightly as galloping away he did go.

Robert J. Lindley , 12-10-2014
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That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill


That stand of old red oak trees on the high hill
centuries flown by and yet they awe men still
I visited often in early breezy, cool morning treks
to calm myself and defeat many of life's little wrecks!

Or on holiday weekends when more time I could enjoy,
sometimes just to leave worries I wish to destroy
In early June after the woods have left winter behind
I march quickly to soak in their majestic kind!

Late Fall when rainbow colors they gifted man and world
bright reds, yellows, browns best canvas ever unfurled
Resting there on such days brought my heart such peace
restored my beaten soul, giving my spirit a new lease!

Winter arrives wrapping their tall arms in shining white
beauty, that magical beauty of their white glow at night
Soothing the mists that sail from their combined might
precious the glow, that glow of joyous healing light
Memories of many cool nights camping in their safe arms
ever in love, deeply in love with their mythical charms!

Tyr--- 06-01-2014

Another rewrite of a write I did over 40 years ago. Inspired
by a large stand of tall old Red Oak trees very near our home
when I was a young child. I remember that beauty and majesty that
sat me in awe and sealed my love of the woods forever!!
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This Old House Comforts Me

This old house, box where I rest my weary head,
my soul sleeps here, with uneasy comfort -
these four walls, they hold my precious sanity,
a SMALL service that matters not when I am dead.
Glorious roof, keeps the rain from waking me,
blocks the beautiful night sky, a small price-
to pay for a secure and very dry retreat,
yet sacrifice, sacrifice always seems the key.
Solid floors, still they creak when I pace,
familiar noise like the bark of a friendly dog-
so unlike a cat's meow that says, you serve me,
this is my sweet abode, you are easy to replace.
This old house, box where I rest my weary head,
family lives here, dog lays at foot of the bed.

Robert J. Lindley
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Poetry is Art and Art is for fools.
All that matters is the sharpness of the blade, the steel in the heart,
ALL else is blather for useless tools........ my quote from back in 1969, age 15........
Some of us actually grow a bit wiser as we age...

Vanity

I once worshiped speed and strength as twin Gods,
now I see vanity in the storm
Arrogance was my holding onto lightning rods,
believing my hating life was the norm
Life teaches vanity is the fuel for the fight
yet we dare struggle, struggle against the odds!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-08-2015
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 05-08-2015 at 08:46 AM.
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Lonesome Moan, Breaks The Night


Anguished cry, of a broken heart
doesn't beat, simply can not eat
Useless cry, of a broken lost soul
hopes no more, sees death's door

Desperate moan, voiced in despair
cuts so deep, bleeds as it weeps
Lonesome moan, breaks the night
covered in hurt, nasty as dirt

Broken promise, drowned in pain
burns so hot, heart has been shot
Hateful curse, holds no damn hope
eating up the soul, black as coal

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Sexy Smile You Gift Me To See


Wrote a love poem for you today
I love you, all its meant to say
I tossed in extra pretty words
as majestic as singing songbirds

Poured out my heart, my mind too
darling you are it and all I do
How could I not praise your eyes
more beautiful than morning skies

I noted the touch of your hair
how it sent me all the way there
How each kiss is a rose from you
life without you just wouldn't do

Sexy smile you gift me to see
the pleasure of just saying "we"
Each morn that I see you asleep
my love grows ever the more deep

Wrote a love poem for you today
I love you, all its meant to say
I tossed in extra pretty words
as majestic as singing songbirds

Robert J. Lindley, 04-03-2015

Note: I wrote this poem yesterday morning
for my Riza. She read it last night after
arriving home from a 12 hour shift at the
hospital.
Scared me at first as she burst out crying!
Then she hugged me so hard it almost hurt.
I guess I hit the right note after all.
Posting this to urge you poets to also write
to and for your loved one.
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Creatures All Lost In Arrogant Vanity


Many have tried but all have failed
yet even these losers are often hailed
Mortal man trying a utopia to make
only succeeds in getting lives to take

All the deaths caused by these men
tens of millions murdered in the end
Hitler, Stalin and Mao all did fail
surely those evil three rot in Hell

Creatures all lost in arrogant vanity
destroying worlds with their insanity
There can be no true paradise here
man operates on greed, lust and fear

Man's imperfections invades all he builds
rots bountiful harvests in fertile fields

Robert Lindley, 04-07-2015
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Guardian of the Light

As night wind blows its many wicked chills
upon an earth filled with darkened blight
Fleeting shadows stir upon the night kills
as evil comfort comes from the dark of night

Those commanded to in wickedness engage
wander this earth free to their evil ply
Hatred and wicked deeds soothe their rage
upon this hardened earth and nighted sky

Yet relief comes with each brilliant dawn
rising of that splendid ever shining Sun
I look out across my huge sunlit front lawn
thinking of all this light forever has spun

Man needs the rest of each blessed night
body and soul gains anew in our sleep
A weapon to guard and to use in needed fight
darkness rises , evil spirits kill and reap

Nothing protects more than coming light of day
against the terrors and deeds of dark nights
Evil must never be allowed to get its way
or triumph in the many desperate, hidden fights

Time has the remedy of this eternal black war
when sending the eternal Guardian of the Light
Earth wakes to the rising of the shining Sun
rescuer from many terrors of man's evil night

God's hand this gift for us so wisely made
a beauty is its rising and setting sight
Or in resting under a fine tree's blessed shade
shielded from intensity of the Guardian of Light

Night winds chills are held in eternal check
by Sun and its life giving, life growing rays
Like thirty-two guns on a battleship's deck
it blasts the dark night's evil far, far away

Our brilliant Sun is our Guardian of the Light
an eternal warrior set in man preserving mode
Rays cast forth to defeat wrong and protect right
as it shines within our eyes like glittering gold

Robert J. Lindley, 03-29-2015

Note-- A rewrite of an older poem that I wrote back
in the early 80's. Shortened a few verses and tidied
up a wee bit. Original was never titled, so I did so now..
As memory serves this is the title that was intended.
As Sun and the "Son" are both represented in the piece.
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Hell Ain't Half Full Yet!


Dark deeds done in dead of night
Eventually, all come to the Light
Watch your step, hedge your bet
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Set your excuses completely aside
Evil takes you on a deadly ride
Think, grab all that you can get
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Badly mistreat an innocent child
Think, such is nothing but mild
Hoss, that desert just ain't wet
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Force a woman to give when she won't
Think, you skate but Hoss, you don't
You'll face a judge you have not met
Careful , Hell ain't half full yet!

Steal from others to satisfy greed
Destroy all around like a nasty weed
Think, you get by, your life all set
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

You murder, take any innocent life
Spread misery, evil seeds of strife
Think, no damn time for any regret
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

If you murder, steal, lie or rape
Think, a path exists for your escape
A fool's errand , a darkened mindset
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Robert J. Lindley , 8-21-2014
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Door Closed, Forever Lost Key

Sitting among the ruins,
in a valley of hollow trees
Mind lost in sad thoughts
raging upon stormy seas

Future hopes stolen now,
as heart refuses to cry
She ran far, far away
hell if I'll ever know why

Sleeping amidst this scene,
where fate laughs at me
Her love forever gone south
door closed, lost is the key

Soul saddened in a lost stand
No pleasure in this evil Land

Robert J. Lindley, 04-18-1976

SassyLady
09-01-2015, 01:48 AM
Sexy Smile and Guardian are my favorites.

:clap::clap:

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-01-2015, 09:56 PM
Sexy Smile and Guardian are my favorites.

:clap::clap:

Thanks. I just added a few more now.. :beer:--Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-05-2015, 11:59 AM
I have not had time to edit this poem and give it a bit more smoothness and color.
However, judging from the number of views (readings) it is getting at my poetry
site maybe I should just leave it as it is. - :dunno:--Tyr
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The Gunfighter Was Ready

The coach arrived engulfed in blowing dust,
this day carrying more than precious gold,
a gunfighter, his sending for was a must,
needed was a fighter wild, fast and bold.

Confident as he stepped into dirty street,
eying all around for any deadly threat,
looking for the lady he was to meet,
a job he took on a personal grudge and bet.

No nervous edge did he feel this day,
a calm resolve filled his icy veins,
find the lady , get his precious pay,
each deadly job building his earthly gains.

Early morning sun, gave a blinding glare,
as a beautiful lady stepped from the crowd,
keen senses felt her admiring stare,
well before her welcome rang out so loud.

First to invite this vision for a meal,
business could now be delayed,
her beauty set in him a strange new feel,
so different than the usual price he was paid.

Soon small talk shifted to what needed done,
three lives that fate called to be erased,
evil men, so fearsome they'd never run,
a task , quite deadly that must now be faced.

Details settled, the marks now must be shown,
each victim's soon to be shot and dying face,
falling to the gun-speed he had decades to hone,
no man ever matched his accuracy and swift pace.

With foolish bravado each man faced his threat,
first two were dispatched with the usual ease,
last one was the target of his personal bet,
a fast gunfighter, fate so often did please.

Day came, the sun beamed in a brilliant sky,
he could finish the personal job he sought,
there was a reason , none knew the reason why,
this last gunfighter had now been caught.

That morn as the town clock struck nine,
speeding bullet did end the evil life,
joy returned , all was now so fine,
man dead, that had long ago killed his wife.

Last payment he waved away with a smile,
this course he had set so long ago,
accomplished with dedication, speed and guile,
sun shone brightly as galloping away he did go.

Robert J. Lindley , 12-10-2014
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