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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-03-2023, 04:03 PM
Reflections Laugh At Our Blindness

She cool love's great fever
In with shades of true hope

What slides with whisperings
From the quiet edge of dreams

Therein she seeks to know
Secrets life has yet to reveal

Truth deeper that beauty's shine
Or sexy maiden's perfections

That which holds wanton desires
Or mysteries told around campfires

In her heart rests more love
But to whom, nobody knows

In Mother Nature's smooth pools.
Reflections laugh at our blindness.

Robert J. Lindley, prose written
in the very early 1970's When I was but 17 or 18 years old..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-21-2023, 09:22 AM
The Truth About The Real Comedy Of Life

Woe is me, my poor, aching feet do sing
A melody and blindness to ole blue moon
The fountain of youth sold only dry sand
Remember General MacArthur did return
And could be true Atlas held up the world
A damn shame that snails win no races
No broken hearts do not climb mountains
And time is no friend to elephant fever
Caesar did not ride a old pale blue horse
And Rome delighted itself in its sad decay
Jesse James wrote no lying autobiography
And the Pope lost his wits and the Holy Seal
Poe eventually slayed and ate his nemesis
And Laurel and Hardy retired with vast wealth.

Robert Lindley, Prose with a shot of whiskey
Dec. 11th 1971

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-23-2023, 10:43 AM
Concepts From The Thoughts Of The Old Beggar

And well it seems
That your horse rides well
In this sad world with me.

In the flicker of a light,
In a butterfly that is blind,
In the eye that dares listen,

Stammers echoes
Hides soft shadows and surrounds
Aching sea and fallen tree.

Hold the murmur
Of hope and great loss
Against a pale blue sky.

We are shreds of ancient ancestors
Living in den of prisoners
Asking truth to stay.

For love never yields
To dirty aces
Or rotten tomatoes in Spring

And his mind cried
For life races
Into a darken corner

The grey night soft moans
Worshipping a candle
As heart deep sleeps.

Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 1st, 1971


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023