ANew Poem Composed From A Delicious Dream Last Night

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Morn Ate Its Way, Far Away From Peals Of Darken Night


She a rare beauty aplomb with glaze of a gleaming new sun
Bikini clad on the beach dancing and having such fun
Or out on a date dressed to desire and awestrike
I marvel that she could me truly ever love or like
Surely Heaven sent to rescue the sad, downtrodden me
I walked up asking out thinking surely she would flee
Her hair so luxurious and those long tan legs so fine
Suddenly I felt like a king, with pretty queen all mine.

As morn ate its way, far away from peals of darken night
I woke to her laying there, first ever Heavenly sight
Her there fully naked and hugging up those silken sheets
A kind of sweet joy came that nothing since has ever beat!

Was it just a daring dream and far too soon I would wake.
O' Lord please let it be real, cause just a dream, I can't take!

Robert J. Lndley, Sonnet
Jan. 12th, 1977


Note: Well, damn it was just a dream. But as such it makes
great fodder for a poet to ink something.
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"" To rise in the soft morning pen and paper splash
Ponder delicious memories greater than cash
Still taste precious lips feel her sexual hug
To spend the fiery night, both together so tightly snug. ""

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Say Are You Off To San Antonio, Just Asking

I watched the rising dawn, its beams thus asking
I woke, with a sadden yawn, life so damn tasking
Morn spoke softly, with its dew and hearty blather


Say are you off to San Antonio, just asking?

Morn spoke to me, are you the true heartache maker
I shot back, fiddler on the roof was once my trade
I was born religious, but I aren't a damn quaker
I hunt, know every inch of the Everglades.

Say are you off to San Antonio, just asking?

With my fever, my anger I broke the green bough
This heart, its dreaming fought many battles fiercely
I run the widow's farm, rise early, milk her cows
A man of my word, I take my truth seriously!

Crush I vulture's eggs, do not worry about how.
Fight I for glory and fun, where do we go now?

Say are you off to San Antonio, just asking?

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 24th, 1974

Note:

When the ancient owl told me to wake and write
I opened these snakes eyes to better life see
Shadows were fleeing the razor sharp edge of night
My God, the mounting pressure, I got to go pee.
fragment, do later...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Its Gleaming Light-Beams Washing My Old Soul


So sad about some far-off hidden things
That are not my business, no not me
Washing these feet in such soothing hot springs
No not I, nosey as a damn ole busy bee!

Along the mountains, its jutting ridges
I walk admiring that fabulous star
Cross I the famous great seven bridges
This heart yet blinded wondering where we are!

Its gleaming light-beams washing my old soul
Saw evening as it slowly crept in
My worries stabbed me taking their deep toll
I a warrior but heavy are my sins!

There walked with majesty, the black-maned boar.
Snout rutting the ground, to find its next score!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 5th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Alas! Life For Me Was Shiny Rainbow

She with delicate voice so very pure
Her sweet loving words preciously rare
And I so lovesick without any cure
She ravishing beauty beyond compare.
When summer its sweetest melodies plays
She was so lucky to have scored me
We made hottest love, so many new ways
Even once far out in the deep blue sea.

Dawn and she rose to fix me her breakfast
My shock, she cooked naked as a jay
I truly did, I prayed this would last
Til the sun burnt out and another day!

Alas! Life for me was shiny rainbow.
Until my princess said, I got to go!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
July 2nd 1986

Note: Sometimes you lose and yes it hurts really badly.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Story, Pages Stained, Ripped, Badly Torn

She was trapped in the center of his large room
Black toys strewn around, nobody gave a good damn
She was a beautiful bride there without a groom
Soon her zigzag was far over to where I am.
That fantasy life was just another wet dream
Same as whitewashed earth on a fine Christmas morn.
Seems everything was a rotten, careless made scheme
My story, pages stained, ripped, badly torn.

When ones' crummy life is a still born metaphor
And days bring on nothing but crap and aching pains
You wake, see the garbage and say, hell, please no more
Swearing to leave this let me get hit by a damn train!

But Mother Nature sometimes can so cheer a sad soul.
You fall in love and forget life's heartbreaking bad tolls.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 23RD, 1980

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wicked Queen, Her Darkness Hidden Behind Her Veil

Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.

Yet in her beauty she held this fast, mirror never lies
And now her worn-out lover has died, she just barely cries
Winter and her wanting a far much warmer climate here
She sparks her fire, wondering why firemen wear all that gear
Often waking, she wonders, does savage death really hurt
But policeman catches her eye, over she goes to flirt.

Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.

In deep blacken darkness she sharpens her long dagger claws
Covered in many a male's blood are her wicked paws
And immensely long stinger in her tail, a poison dart
She injects her hapless victims, strychnine right in their heart.

Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.

Robert J. Lindley, May 1st 1973
16 verse dark sonnet

Note: She was a real person. This time I was not the victim, my best friend was.
He even pondered suicide over her. Glad to say he did not do it.
Love is indeed a very, very powerful force.