Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dream Within A Dream - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


Edgar Allan Poe
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One of my favorite poems by Poe.
I relate strongly to this dream within a dream.
As I went far astray long ago and abandoned mine.
Only to return near the end to pursue one.-Tyr

[LongTermGuy]

A Dream Within A Dream - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


Edgar Allan Poe
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One of my favorite poems by Poe.
I relate strongly to this dream within a dream.
As I went far astray long ago and abandoned mine.
Only to return near the end to pursue one.-Tyr

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey
(Eyes of the Hawk)



In wilderness flies the bird of prey
above the earthly fight and battle
Far from immense foaming ocean spray
far above pastures and the cattle
Gliding along spying for its meal
with those sharp all seeing eyes
Blessed with sharp claws of steel
marauder of the gentle blue skies
Soaring in wait for its coming kill
be it furry animal,fowl or fish
Nature blesses with awe, good or ill
such meaty meals,what a tasty dish

To its victims what a monster it may be
A wonder to we that can much further see.

Robert J. Lindley
Nov, 12 1981

Note: The splendor and beauty of Nature awes us but there is the savage side to be seen too.
And that savage side teaches us that sacrifices to survive require the ending of life of others.
Nowhere is that better seen or understood than in the actions of the earth's predators.
Those that fly interest me more, for as a young boy I dreamed of flying thousands of times.

This poem was entered in a poetry contest. Requirement was for old poems, the poet's favorite written in the past. Must be dated and not newly written just for the contest, any form 24 lines or less.
Contests results given this afternoon, this poem took 2nd place out of the 35 entered. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Song That Lives On Just To Thrive


Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!

Ride the wild wind into a realm of delight
across broad waters sail or skim
Seeking promised land far from your sight
land of beauty, so sleek and trim
The perfect fit , like a custom made glove
loving grace in a swan-like dive
Sweet spirit of great magic of newfound Love
greatest music any man can contrive!

Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!


Robert J. Lindley, March, 1984


Note: Written long ago , revised for another poetry contest.
28 lines or less, subject love and dreams.
Must be any form of rhyme. No names, must
be new poem , list date.

[Balu]

Dear Mr. Robert J. Lindley,
You made me a fan of your poetry! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/good.gif

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dear Mr. Robert J. Lindley,
You made me a fan of your poetry! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/good.gif

Thanks. Any poet seeks to relate to and bring something to the readers of his/her poetry.
Is even better when the poet writes with the wish to help others understand this world, life, love , hope,
darkness, light, pain , sorrow death and /or any of human emotions and imaginations.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Awaiting The Great Mists Of Transcending Time



The last day of memories sits in spectacular splendor
awaiting the great mists of transcending time
Sailing along on dancing waves of love soft and tender
followed by loud echoing flames of the sublime

Deep into the many wide valleys of mystical moonbeams
rests soft bundles awaiting the longing burn
Glorious flower meadows banked by fast running streams
devoid of past cutting agonies our hearts spurn

Streams flowing out in pleasing songs of romantic past
with gentle kissed touches so rapidly hurled
Proof of unending Love wrapped in grace meant to last
blessings given lovers faithful in this world

The last day of memories sits in spectacular splendor
awaiting the great mists of transcending time
Sailing along on dancing waves of love soft and tender
followed by loud echoing flames of the sublime

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Great Love Lost, Truth Only Then Found


Where was I, journeying when I lost her heart,
a stranger to tragedy and great pain!
She that once healed me has now torn me apart,
wading wastelands of despair almost insane.

Where was I, when walking stone path so blind,
traveler seeking waste of lust and greed!
A damn fool devoid of care and looking to find,
that which I so stupidly thought I need.

While her faithful love battled to stay alive,
my desires raced onward into dark deeds!
She that gave all her love to help me survive,
watched me in error sow my wild seeds.

When did I, wake to this hell, long nightmare,
a cut beast all set to moan and bleed!
Crying out in misery how my life is so unfair,
still forgetting her pain and need.

When will, my soul lead me from my sad plight,
a victim of my own lusts and dark acts!
A beast screaming out for help in plain sight,
only now getting truth and the facts.

Where was I, journeying when I lost her heart,
a stranger to tragedy and great pain!
She that once healed me has now torn me apart,
wading wastelands of despair almost insane.

R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1975

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shining Gods Of Poisoned Seas

How utterly useless are the sincere Pleas
to the shining Gods of poisoned seas
Words sent forth on a great ray of Hope
find blank images in an empty scope
Longings so in tune to vanities of Man
greed and lusts in each wishful plan
Dark desires in each and every Request
selfish wants for only the very best

How vain are man's deepest dark Desires
evil wrapped in armor in raging fires
Deeds hidden from the scourging of Light
oft carried out by messengers at night
Evil that lingers as it eats the Host
preparing the victim for coming roast
Tortured cries that will only this Seal
sad food for a famished beast's meal

How utterly useless are the sincere Pleas
to the shining Gods of poisoned seas!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heaven Reaching Down


Silence

Moment of gold

Holy majestic kiss

Heaven reaching down to save man

Rapture

by Robert J. Lindley

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A Modern Cinquain poem written for a contest:--Tyr

Contest judged, my poem took 8th place. Not bad for my first Cinquain as the others awarded higher placings were great poems.
I saw about 8 published poets in lower placings than the 8th place finish I got. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Song That Lives On Just To Thrive


Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!

Ride the wild wind into a realm of delight
across broad waters sail or skim
Seeking promised land far from your sight
land of beauty, so sleek and trim
The perfect fit , like a custom made glove
loving grace in a swan-like dive
Sweet spirit of great magic of newfound Love
greatest music any man can contrive!

Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!


Robert J. Lindley, March, 1984


Note: Written long ago , revised for another poetry contest.
28 lines or less, subject love and dreams.
Must be any form of rhyme. No names, must
be new poem , list date.


Contest results in, this poem took 4th place. Very pleased with that result as competition by fine ,published poets was very stiff in that contest..

In the last three contests judged I took 2nd, 8th and 4th places. Prior to those three , I took a 1st place in my first comeback contest writings.
These poets my writings go up against are seasoned and many are well published poets.... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain


As this our time retreats into faded thought
and our nights of love become a pain
We can both see that with a dear price bought
our days dancing in the splashing rain
Should we again find our way into love's realm
tempest breaking the greatest storm apart
Ship on truest course with heart at the helm
finding treasures not seen on any chart

When hope, our only saving grace fell very far
did we regret the touch of our lips then
Or invite in the misery creating this deep scar
thus viewing all our love passion as sin
What of the sorrow that chills us both so deep
deadly words that slash with no remorse
Nay, the damnation and costs make us both weep
each crying out for a much happier course

Has this time sealed our doom and failed pride
a journey based upon mistakes and lies
Drowning as we fail to cross darkness so wide
death under black waters with broken ties
Never reaching up for that romance saving hand
content to lick and eat our own pride
Saddest traveler into desolation's blackest land
moaning out regret as we enjoy the ride

Will our stubbornness give birth to great defeat
a testament to anger's futile arrogance
A nasty meal we each still find begging to eat
no victory in foolishly killing romance

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

No Principle Stands Alone, Its Foundation Is Ones Soul

Stand tall with blade worn openly for all to see
give kindness when its richly due
The truest worth is not in the height of a tree
rather in the fruits it bears that we use

Never yield to dark or fear of condemnation
act showing honor obeyed
Seek not false and ever so hollow admiration
follow a foundation firmly laid.

Hold true what honorable heart and soul knows best
for when night brings worries and doubts
kneel to pray and therein past that heavenly test
to rise up and celebrate with pure joyful shouts.

Hold true what honorable heart and soul knows best.
Kneel to pray and therein past that heavenly test.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet

Eight years have passed. This poem holds as true today as it did back then.
In fact, even more so today. As today I got the very sad news that a very dear old friend passed away.
Seems to me now that far more have passed than are still around.
My friend told me long ago, "Rob, just keep on writing- your heart and soul will then keep you on the right path".. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Truly, Deeply Lost And One Has Faith One Is About To Die

Alone and defiant I stood staring into death's icy face
On a knife thin ledge, slippery on a high cliff's so out of place
Panic stricken daring to pray for courage and hopeful saving out
At that very moment death spoke with its hideously wicked shout
Screaming, " You will die, I have you in my cold iron clutches now
I see you pray for divine help, even that field you cannot plow
Do recall in wicked nightmares how I gave you such deadly blows
Yes, sweat all the more and crying out for help, let your dark fear grow!

When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die.
Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky.

In my wild youth, I must have retold this story a thousand times
Some called me a liar, others said a poet with his rhymes
Yet as sure as Heaven its sweet promise vow of salvation gives
I survived, that gifted miracle proves this now old poet lives
Perhaps one future day I shall write the story of my rescue
How by faith I was given a new life and one I was not due
If ever so, this my testimony would assuredly awe and shock
Know this, death once had me in its unrelenting hard icy lock!

When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die.
Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2021
Rhyme
Note:
Composed this afternoon.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Double Chained Sonnets, Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames

(1.)

Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames

Nature, deepest hues set to color life
life its temptations, bringing moral strife
strife, its agony he can not ignore
ignores, so doing denies, all the more.
More as he himself, huge treasure demands
demands as if Heaven, heeds such commands
commands that show his darkest of dark lust
lust he reasons as reward that is just.
Just as he thinks his life is to control
control using, to his honor extol
extol false virtue, truth rightly denies
denies as into great fits, he then flies!

Nature's beauty, our vanity so shames
Shames man's, so shamelessly set, wicked games!

Robert J. Lindley, 2019
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:: 140
Total # Words:::::: 100

(2.)

Music, Could We Live Sweet Life Without It

Music, its gifts serenades, so rewards
rewards we, wanting to be famous bards
bards that struggle for magnificent words
words to all mankind, singing as songbirds.
Songbirds singing their music truly sweet
sweet to, in Life stir, man's tender heartbeats
heartbeats racing strong as soft glow showers
showers, as if from heaven's high bowers!
Bowers above, that set angels to sing
sing to mortal man, to greater joy bring
bring in deep beauty of music's treasures,
treasures, as one of Art's greatest pleasures!

Music, could we live sweet life without it?
It that oft sends, darkness back to dark pits.

Robert J. Lindley, 2019
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:::140
Total # Words:::::::100


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[icansayit]

Wish I had your talent for using the English language so well.
All admirable, and beautiful writing IMO.

I only wrote One poem long ago in the 60's to my now...Partner Wife for 52 almost 53 years.

Wrote it while I was still in uniform, and before I proposed to her. She was only 18 and I was about to become 21. Can't share it but will never forget it...AND NEITHER WILL SHE.

Once again. Beautiful words from you.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wish I had your talent for using the English language so well.
All admirable, and beautiful writing IMO.

I only wrote One poem long ago in the 60's to my now...Partner Wife for 52 almost 53 years.

Wrote it while I was still in uniform, and before I proposed to her. She was only 18 and I was about to become 21. Can't share it but will never forget it...AND NEITHER WILL SHE.

Once again. Beautiful words from you.
My friend, your poem must have been very, very good as it helped win you your princess and future queen! --Tyr