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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
12-01-2015, 09:04 AM
Chosen - Poem Of The Day (POTD),
My poetry site today chosen was the collaboration
poem, "APHRODITE" , that Teppo Gren and I finished a few days ago.
I WROTE THE FIRST 8 VERSES HE FINISHED UP WITH THE CLOSING 6 VERSES.
IT IS A SONNET, SONNETS ARE ONLY EVER 14 VERSES.

Below is the poem and note as is posted at my home poetry site. -Tyr



"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
02-21-2016, 09:20 AM
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Below is the Poem of the Day entitled, Our Midnight The Unseen Within, which was written by poet Robert Lindley.


Our Midnight The Unseen Within
( Collaboration )

Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do not share,
No night they are not near.

Even as flowers that scent the roving winds
With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen,
That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams,
Even so are they.

Bequeathing endlessly for our delight
The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations
Would make us in our needless misery
True kindred of the Soul,-
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
A holy kiss to marry us with light
These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings;
Shear the shadows where fear is oft found,
And quell doubt like a startled imposter

A righteous device to lead us home.....
A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails;
A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan,
We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread

What secret shadows skulk to maim?
Strip our bones to sudden death?
Move they winnowed and tarried -----
Helpless to the winged, swift eye

A keepsake (say many) beat of feather;
Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills,
Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love:
(Our midnight)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines by Keith O.J. Hunt

I was shocked to find this- our Collaboration poem that I posted there only yesterday was chosen this morn (this soon!) as Poem of the Day.. A great honor for both of us and I am sure Keith that will be happy when he sees that, as he visits there quite infrequently this last year.
A truly exceptional poet he is and he primarily writes in classical style. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
04-05-2016, 10:54 AM
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Below is the poem of the day entitled, I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me, which was written by poet Robert Lindley.

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I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me

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

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
05-05-2016, 09:48 AM
Chose today as -Poem of the Day, at my poetry site.
This poem written so many "centuries"...... ago..-TYR

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

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-01-2017, 09:55 AM
This was a shocking and peasant surprise for me to find this morn..
Another Poem Of The Day, awarded my poem, by the top poets and administration at my home poetry site... -Tyr


When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky
Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again
Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin
No honor felt in this lost state I am at
Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat
Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on
Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone
Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair
Missing that love, only mother and child can share
Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below
So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017

Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee.
There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Comments on your poem When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding
Commented on 3/1/2017 4:22:00 PM by Jeanie Bennett
"The pain jumps off the page--That's where you put it--Hope it stays there !!!! ~~ Jeanie ~~"

Comments on your poem When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding
Commented on 3/1/2017 12:54:00 PM by Sunshine Smile
"- A beautiful and touching poem, Robert - a 7 - Congratulation on your p.o.t.d. ! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)"

Comments on your poem When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding
Commented on 3/1/2017 11:09:00 AM by Kim Merryman
"This is heart-wrenching, Robert. It makes me want to cry. Well written and emotionally expressive. Congrats on your POTD! Blessings, Kim"

Comments on your poem When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding
Commented on 3/1/2017 9:46:00 AM by Sara Chansarkar
"Absolutely beautiful Robert,congrats on POTD!"

Comments on your poem When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding
Commented on 3/1/2017 9:44:00 AM by Daniel Turner
"Congratulations Robert on POTD. There is a season for everything Robert. This too shall pass."


Alexis Y.
Date: 3/1/2017 8:29:00 AM
Congratulations on getting the poem of the day. It was well deserved: -) Alexis

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Charlie Smith
Date: 3/1/2017 6:20:00 AM

Back to congratulate you on POTD honors...

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Darren White
Date: 3/1/2017 4:41:00 AM

Robert, you are such an inspiration to me. In my darkest days you are. Don't give up.

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Greg Barden
Date: 3/1/2017 4:34:00 AM

Agree with the previous talented voices before me - my writing has indeed kept me alive, in more ways that I can express. Please, keep up the great work - and congrats on POTD!

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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 3/1/2017 1:54:00 AM

Congratulations. I enjoyed reading this. Welcome on the soup. Kai

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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 3/1/2017 1:51:00 AM

I agree with Charlie. It is my life line as well. This is well written, Kai

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Charlie Smith
Date: 2/28/2017 11:35:00 AM

I believe your writing is your life line Robert, Keep It Up. We all need you to do that...

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Teppo Gren
Date: 2/28/2017 3:19:00 AM

Always a pleasure to read your sonnets written with depth and emotion, Robert. A fave for sure. T.J

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Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 2/27/2017 10:18:00 AM

God be with you Robert, this sonnet is powerful and very well expressed.

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Victor Buhagiar
Date: 2/27/2017 9:48:00 AM

The sun shines one day and disappears the next, but it always come back again. As long as we live there must be hope.
Lovely sonnet as usual.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-15-2017, 06:25 AM
Got news this morn that our sonnet , composed by T.J. and myself was chosen as Poem Of The Day= POTD
I am quite pleased as , T.J Grén , fully deserves the credit, IMHO..-TYR


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THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost,
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost
human frailties blind truth's revelations.

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

14th March, 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley


I was inspired to write this sonnet after reading Robert Lindley’s sonnet “Leave This Sad heart, I Can Take No More Pain” and his notes on the sonnet. Due to the inspiration I received from his beautifully written sonnet, I asked Robert to write this sonnet in collaboration with me. I was much honored to work with Robert to complete this poem. Thank you very much, Robert. It is always a great pleasure to work with you.

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017


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...Congratulations on POTD! ...you both are so deserving of this honour.xxx

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Greg Barden
Date: 3/15/2017 3:19:00 AM

Well - very interesting word relationships and usage, certainly some things to ponder. Congrats on POTD!

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Bernard F. Asuncion
Date: 3/15/2017 3:16:00 AM

Interesting poem.... congrats on being chosen...

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Darren White
Date: 3/15/2017 2:09:00 AM

This is wonderful... In all of its pain and sadness it is great poetry and I am awed... Both of you are such great poets. And congratulations on PotD.

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arthur vaso
Date: 3/14/2017 10:15:00 PM

What a pleasure to congratulate 2 amazing poets! :) Lovely poem!

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:50:00 AM


We thank you kindly, Arthur. T.J

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Pashang Salehi
Date: 3/14/2017 7:22:00 PM

Great work T.J ... Your words created pain in my painful body....

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Salehi Avatar Pashang Salehi
Date: 3/15/2017 2:55:00 AM


Always...
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Date: 3/15/2017 1:50:00 AM


Thank you very much for your visit and support, Pashang. T.J

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Cecilia Crasto
Date: 3/14/2017 6:54:00 PM

Two minds coming together to showcase their talents and produce a marvelous sonnet such as this...captivating.

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:49:00 AM


Thank you very much for your marvelous comment, Cecilia. T.J

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Barry Stebbings
Date: 3/14/2017 5:26:00 PM

A powerful sonnet, outstanding in its flow and construction. Congratulations Teppo and Robert. +7 // Barry

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:48:00 AM


Thank you very much, Barry. Appeeciated. T.J

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Mary Hoose
Date: 3/14/2017 3:42:00 PM

Dear T.J. and Robert you both did an absolutely amazing job with this write!Your words have let the pain be felt every sting to the heart with each word.I applaud you both for a wonderful collab. 7+++++.Big country hugs and smiles to you both...Mary

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:48:00 AM


Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Mary. Warm hugs. T.J

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Emile Pinet
Date: 3/14/2017 3:16:00 PM

Your poetic words and feelings have left their impression on the hearts of many readers and this poem carries on with that tradition. Well written. Emile.

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:47:00 AM


Thank you very much, Emile. I appreciate your support and encouragement. T.J

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Judy Ball
Date: 3/14/2017 3:05:00 PM

Ah my friend so often I hear the refrain: "Act In Haste, Repent At Leisure." We have to make sure mind is in gear before putting any thought into action. It's like dropping a pebble in a puddle. The rings that develop from that single act spread out and keep getting wider as new rings form. Cause and effect in action. Great job here. God Bless and a big 7 from me. JB

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:46:00 AM


Thank you so very much for your kind comments, Judy. Very much appreciated. T.J

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Robert Lindley
Date: 3/14/2017 2:02:00 PM

Thank you for the invitation to collaborate with you again my friend. As always it is an honor for me to compose with you.. Your verses in this sonnet inspired me greatly.. Anytime,just let me know, always ready to write with you and your golden pen..

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:45:00 AM


It is always a great pleasure and an honor to collaborate with you, Robert. As you know, I admire your poetry a great deal, and you are an inspiration for me to continue writing sonnets. T.J

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Tim Smith
Date: 3/14/2017 1:30:00 PM

A terrific blend fellas...seamless flow

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:43:00 AM


Thank you very much, Tim. T.J

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Lynn Marie
Date: 3/14/2017 1:26:00 PM

A beautiful collaboration TJ & Robert :-) What a great title(and inspiration) :-) Your words are deep with anguish and convey 'pain' in an unflinching honest way. The despair feels so real as if alive, a terrific write. A fave, 7+ blessings to you both :-) lynn

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 1:42:00 AM


Thank you so much for your lovely comments, seven and fave, Lynn. Blessings. T.J

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Vladislav Raven
Date: 3/14/2017 12:38:00 PM

Hi T.J. what an excellent collaborative Sonnet by you both. It is an excellent write. Robert's words must have inspired you indeed my friend. This write does stir the emotions. This write has to be a fave and a seven. Your Friend....Mike.

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/15/2017 12:40:00 AM


That line "the deepest depths of epic pain" was a true inspiration. Hit me as soon as I read it from Robert's notes. It was fitting to have Robert collaborate on this. Thank you very much, once again, Mike, for your wonderful support, seven and fave. Very much appreciated. T.J

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Richard Lamoureux
Date: 3/14/2017 8:14:00 AM

You were surely inspired and we are the benefactors. Well expressed.

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/14/2017 9:37:00 AM


Thank you, Richard. As soon as I read Robert's note "the deepest depths of epic pain" I knew I had to write a sonnet with that title. T.J

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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/14/2017 6:59:00 AM

What a lovely collaboration!! "When magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds" Through and through beautiful! Saving this one :) 7

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/14/2017 9:35:00 AM


Thank you so much, Kim. T.J

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Probir Gupta
Date: 3/14/2017 6:07:00 AM

A beautiful sonnet and an inspiring collaboration ... very nice, Teppo ...

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Gren Avatar Teppo Gren
Date: 3/14/2017 9:34:00 AM


Thank you very much, Probir. T.J

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-15-2017, 09:39 AM
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Below is the poem of the day entitled Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given which was written by poet Robert Lindley.
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Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given

Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given


Sir poet, why hast thy broken thy true pen?
Are not thy words intended to help and heal?
Pray thee, returneth to world of gentle men,
Let both thy mind and fevered blood softly spill!

Sir poet, why hast thy burned thy greatest writes?
Are not thy word-gifts bearing much needed fruits?
Pray thee, this sad, dark world sees thy ink-bright lights,
Begs thy kind soul return to poetic roots!

Sir poet, write deep to heal thy wounded heart
Embrace yet again, thy soul's truest call to arms
Find thy calling, begin an earnest restart,
Seek thee to help not this rash act that so harms.

Sir poet, hold true to thy gifts long given
Join again, poet's rewards in true liven'.

R.J. Lindley
Sonnet (11)
Jan. 20th 1990

Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 122