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Thread : Poetry and Prose for any season
Started at 03-02-2014 08:58 AM by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
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[Post 1]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-02-2014 08:58 AM
Title : Poetry and Prose for any season
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed May 18, 2011 10:54 pm
Dark Thoughts
Words hide deep within my aching head
rise forth from this lazy bed
Face the world with courage and gentler wit
prod the demons in that darkest pit
Task them to do their damnedest , do their best
slay them first while cursing all the rest
No idle sleep to weaken my resolve
that's not how the strong evolve
The volley was fired many weeks ago
returning fire livens the deadly show
Take no prisoners was the commanding call
finish them off where they fall
Words swirl deep within my fevered mind
mercy so elusive and hard to find
Thoughts that burn the bridges up
flee from this jagged depressing cup...... Z. --Tyr Decided to start a thread for anybody to contribute anything they write. Does not have to be poetry. I hope others will feel free to share a part of their lives. Life is too short and why not share a bit of it in the hope it may help another fellow traveler? Present a short story, a rant, a joke or even just a comment about life in general. --Tyr
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[Post 2]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-03-2014 08:58 PM
Fate's Seal Never Yields
Rain that spins out of control
pelts down upon a newly born soul
Awakening thoughts deep within
of the mortality of lesser men
Their short lives spent in duties often delayed
with dreams imagined but never made
Regret of the coming last dawn lingering around
like a fish that is dark water bound......................---Tyr [
B]A River Thought[/B]
A walk down by the river to settle a worrisome thought
crazy , mixed up mind battles far too many fought
The river's passing with its soothing smooth flowing sound
brings images of angels dancing to the trumpeted sound
Rage not against fate's dark hand nor its unyielding wall
pray for abundant life, pray for gentle mercies, pray for us all....-Z. -Tyr
Forested Night Fragment
The night was early with forested music ringing out
moonlight creatures scurrying all about
Bold running streams splashed and hummed right along
bubbling touches to the night forest's magic song
As moon's bright light glows on nature's best views
I remove my well worn ole camping shoes
A good night's rest with an early morn foray
Tomorrow shall be a glorious day, a glorious day
All in a brilliantly vivid mind's eye dream
O' so real, so real it seems........ Z.--Tyr
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[Post 3]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-03-2014 09:24 PM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm
War Demanded
If only man were like a stout oak tree
Standing proud and tall for the world to see
Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last
Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast
Reality presents a very different and forceful demand
Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land
No small trick starting another evil and bloody war
With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar
Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded
Up is down when right becomes so underhanded
Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken?
Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken
Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside
Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride
Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure
After that the vultures descend to take the treasure.... Z. Tyr As one can see I know that war will never leave us until we can defeat our own evil nature. Tis' only one way to do that. A shame that so many billions reject it.--Tyr
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[Post 4]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-07-2014 08:26 AM
As the sun began to rise, I saw the world with clearer eyes. This morn I find myself to be two times thirty. A brilliant light filters into my brain as I look at the blue clear skies . Suddenly gone are the dark glasses that were ever so painful and dirty. A new day and a new way shines across my path. Shall I trod up those steps leading to the first turn? Or continue my stubbornness until I find God's wrath? Accepting the gift I knew I did not earn? Even with a new outlook decisions are still so very hard. While looking for that fourth ace fate deals us another card. Decision made but still I pause to wonder. Is there another hill , another greener hill way over yonder? -Tyr A new day above ground. A new day with my family and my gift. -Tyr
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[Post 5]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-07-2014 08:59 PM
A Fight or A Fantasy ?
Ages ago on a mountain ledge I slew my foe
A warrior that utterly refused to yield
As blood lay rich upon the cold packed snow
I took his valiant life , his sword and his shield
A memory from a cold and distant past
A dream from a memory darkened by sleepless nights
A chill sent so very hard and fast
A flash of many thrilling and honorable fights
Fleeting whispers sent to cast off doubt
Of standards now demanded to be cast aside
Rage , furiously rage against death's final shout
Dead heroes welcoming no tales of glory and pride
Hades embraces fallen soldiers that failed the test
Of virtue, resolve and duty soundly done
Pride, courage , glory and all the rest
Pale in comparison to a justice so honorably won.
Awaken from a sweat soaked dream
I wondered had I saw another man's fate
So real, so very real it did seem
To be the closing of my earthly gate...-Tyr
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[Post 6]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-08-2014 11:02 PM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:42 am
Just Words
T is for Truth that yields never
Y is for Youth that should be forever
R is for Respect for honor and it's reward
Z is for Zero a nice balance on any credit card
I is for Integrity so needed for us all
U is for Unity , together we stand tall
S is for Security needed for a sane mind
A is for Admirable traits often so hard to find
X is for X-factor a strangely curious term
N is for Negativity so often held too firm
O is for Opportunity to be the very best
T is for Thanks to each and every honored guest... Z. -Tyr Ziu Saxnot :D I can do that to any word given me. For example lets do Drummond...
D is for Destiny = a future unknown
R is for Reality = as appetizing as a bone
U is for Unification= so important to us all
M is for Memory= so necessary to recall
M is for Manners = which show respect for others
O is for Oath = of love we have for our mothers
N is for Nation = that serves to represent our desires
D is for Duty = a torch with eternal fire... --Tyr A quick brain exercise I sometimes do to waste a few moments between moves in a chess game. .. :laugh: As now my opponent taking too long to make a forced move. He has only one move possible with his king now in check.. Yet he wastes precious time for no good reason. --Tyr
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[Post 7]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-09-2014 10:17 AM
Power speaks and justice be damned to hell
ban the ringing of the world's churchbells
Injustice brings fruits that rot the heart
black with evil from the start
The righteous smugness of injustice's ardent fan
affirms the evil always in the heart of man
Demand truth for its saving grace
insist on justice for the human race.......tzs
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[Post 8]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-09-2014 09:45 PM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sat May 07, 2011 2:42 am
Southern Tornadoes, Rain and Mississippi flood
Wind and rain O' what a pain,
havoc and destruction brought
Endurance and hope again,
overcomes what nature has wrought
Second wave brings a slow river flood
coursing its way down
Spilling out like hot ,dripping red blood
staining precious fertile ground
Stand your ground against it all
nature must be fought
Rise again to stand proud and tall
victory earned not bought............--Z. Tyr
Although we had a bad spell here I thank God for our blessings. So many others around the South had it so much worse and the coming flooding of Memphis remains to be seen how bad it will be. That 'ole mighty Mississippi river takes no prisoners.-Tyr This was from three years ago . I had just started regaining my strength after my heart attack. And part of my recovery was in writing my thoughts down. --Tyr
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[Post 9]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-10-2014 08:56 AM
A new day above ground. A new day with my family and my gift. -Tyr OK, revision and editing completed .
Sunrise and Dreams of Past.
As the sun began to rise, I saw the world with clearer eyes
this morn I find myself to be two times thirty
A brilliant light filters into my brain as I look at the blue clear skies
suddenly gone are the dark glasses that were ever so painfully dirty
A new day and a new way shines across my path
shall I trod up those steps leading to the first turn
Or continue my stubbornness until I find God's wrath
accepting the gift I knew I did not earn
Even with a new outlook decisions are still so very hard
while looking for that fourth ace fate deals us another card
Decision made but still I pause to wonder
is there another hill , another greener hill way over yonder
Another night of strange and horrific dreams
of pain, death and life crushing combat
All so terrible and very real it seems
still shaken from the fear of that
Understand now, dreams into a distant and savage past
perhaps of the tales of one of my ancestor's deeds
Pray these visions too shall soon pass
more sleep , more blessed sleep to better fill my needs
So cruel were the duties of such savage men
death, destruction and lives ever so wasteful
Makes me wonder yet again
Why eat bloody manna that is ever so distasteful-Tyr
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[Post 10]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-10-2014 07:15 PM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sun May 22, 2011 1:10 pm
Truth Springs Forth
I slumbered in the shadows of my past
until shakened opened eyed at last
All the memories that fill my heart
these too shall someday depart
I wandered in the midst of never ending time
birthing glories not worth a dime
Only now with the glow of setting Sun
do I see the victories so falsely won............Z. --Tyr
Sharia law states all infidels must convert or die and gays must hang! I hope somebody gets something from these. It takes a lot to bear one's soul for others to see. --Tyr.
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[Post 11]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-12-2014 10:37 PM
Harvested Bounty
Deep and dark are the thick , tall forested hills
where swift icy streams send cold crossing chills
Thinning out where the trees meet the grassy meadows and fields
hunters reap the harvest that nature so bountifully yields
An early morning hunt that provided food for hearth and home
gathered with weapons in hands as hunters ever so quietly roam
Nature reluctantly gives up its great living treasure
as grateful families thank God for gifts beyond measure.
Home before noon to have newly cooked meals
Satisfied and amply fed , pure bliss is how it feels
Early afternoon nap to renew those hardy spirits
nature whispers inspirations, can you hear it?
03-12-2014 --Tyr
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[Post 12]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 03-12-2014 10:46 PM
Republicans in Congress drone their same-old tired chant:
“Compromise with Democrats? We never will! We shan’t!
Cut spending and close loopholes? Our constituents say no!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “Wait! That isn’t so!”
But Republicans in Congress say, “We’ll carry out your wish!
You’d rather cut the milit’ry than tax the super-rich!
We’ll keep those loopholes open while we cut with all our might!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “Stop! That is not right!”
But Republicans in Congress say, “We’re listening to you!
You’d rather risk recession than to increase revenue!
The rich, they need their money. Our schools can take the hit!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “That’s certainly not it!”
But Republicans in Congress say, “We’ll do just what you’ve asked!
You’ll pay more in spending cuts; the rich, though, won’t be taxed!”
We say that we want balance. We’ve asked them this for years!
“We’re listening!” they pledge to us . . . with fingers in their ears.
--Rebecca Rose
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[Post 13]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 03-13-2014 08:38 AM
Good stuff, Tyr! :clap:
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[Post 14]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-13-2014 06:00 PM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sun Jun 05, 2011 5:24 pm
The Last Banquet
Sun shines brightly over America's green pastures
sheep sleeping sublimely unaware of their masters
Death of a giant must be carefully carried out
stifle all those that begin to write and shout
Stuff the giant with its last deadly meal
then all treasure will be easy to steal
Only if the giant refuses its deadly meal to eat
can the evil masters be finally beat.....Tyr
needs more but will possibly edit later...
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sun May 29, 2011 1:57 pm
Death of my Hometown
A visit to my home town was sad
found lacking in so much of what it had
Gone are the old familiar sights
replaced by empty lots and blight
Gone too are the incoming rural weekend crowds
when dead or dying not much is allowed
Found that which I had come to fear
so sadly shocked that I didnt shed a tear.
Thirty five years away and time seems to have brought
death and destruction to that which I so eagerly sought
Not that I didnt expect the changes to be great
just that I wasnt prepared to find its too late......--Tyr
Saturday morning I drove to my hometown. Only family I have there now is my two younger twin brothers(they moved back 6 years ago). Myself and seven other siblings all moved away decades ago. I was the first to leave that actually never returned to live there. The town of 3,365 people once was a very busy place. Streets crowded and so much life. So many kids. Families back then in the rural South had more children. When I think back to my school days all my friends seemed to have several brothers and sisters. I guess the average family there had 4 or 5 kids. Many families like mine had over ten! The town was vibrant and full of life but the powers that be there didnt allow for proper growth. Appears that over 90% of those of my generation journeyed away to settle elsewhere after finding greater opportunities and better life.. It was just so sad and to find that most of the decay has occured in the last twenty years or so. Sure, we that refused to return may be greatly to blame but why return to a small town that had such corrupt local government and police force?? I look at my son AND THINK HOW MUCH HE WILL MISS OF THAT WHICH I IN MY YOUTH ENJOYED THERE! Then I remember also the bad there. I think of the town's sad fate , its current decay and think I am happy my son is not there. There almost nothing there anymore. Not just the material things but the people! Those of the older generation are pretty much all passed on now. So many of them I came to know in my late teens and early manhood were truly fine people. All gone except two. O' yes they lived and lived a fine full life but that which was left there is only a shell, an empty shell of its former self. Am I sad and disappointed about it all? Sure but I realise that possibly its a just reward for the corruption and the ruling powers that controlled that small town. They refused to let it grow, thinking to control it by not allowing it to become too large to control. In the end they just insured its sad fate. Its true one can never go back. The farther back one attempts to go the less one finds. I wonder just how many small towns have suffered the same fate in America? I had foolishly a couple years ago thought of moving back there for my son's sake. Now I see what a mistake I almost made! Now I remember why I chose to buy a house and remain here! You can never truly go back.--Tyr
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed May 25, 2011 1:31 pm
May 25th Praise Day
This morning hope leaps out to meet a wonderful day
thank God, thank God is enough to say
Life's blessings acknowledged for all to see
welcoming more with righteous plea
Living life for others brings rewards by the score
greater life awaits on this distant shore
Once cast adrift , a better home was given
now to begin a new and better livin'.......Z- Tyr
Finding that life must be met head on. No time to regret past wrongs,hardships or unfullfilled hopes. Living with a renewed hope that the future will bring enough years to see my son become a fine young man before I depart. Yes, a new start with a new course. A different fork in the road just may lead to a better destination. Life never ceases to amaze. Even a hard case like me can mellow out and see the light before passing on.. -Tyr
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[Post 15]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-14-2014 10:14 PM
Justice served is justice indeed
Let us await until too damn late
is the call for the day now
Ignorantly await the coming horrible fate
like a dying mule harnessed to a broken plow
Lies served up like a fine meal with apple pie
as we eagerly smile while gobbling it all down
promises more numerous than clouds in the sky
accepted by dumbasses, fools and ignorant clowns
Do not be unhappy or quietly seething in dismay
as we embrace a "messiah" to soothe our follies
Even asked the bastard to please, please stay
As he shafted us all to get his jollies
May justice meet all that begged for that false treasure
as they sit confused and in their usual stupid dreams
Let fire and sword strike with greatest measure
those that lived by corruptions and evil dastardly schemes--Tyr
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[Post 16]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2014 10:28 AM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Thu Jun 09, 2011 1:37 pm
Fragment of Fate
Dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and please me not in the least
For the joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Yet precious memories of my family's past
journey blessedly with me til the last............Z.-- Tyr
Having just made one of those precious memories Saturday with my wife and son I remember this post from 3 years ago. When Justin was healthy enough for us to take him to the zoo. He had such a blast seeing all those animals. Even wanted to go back the next day. We just discussed last week when to go to the zoo and I thought mid/late April before it gets really hot here. Added that to the list .... --Tyr
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[Post 17]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2014 04:12 PM
No Principle Stands Alone
Stand tall with blade worn openly for all to see
give kindness when its richly due
The true worth is not in the height of a tree
rather it is in the fruits it bears that we use
Never yield to complacency or fear of condemnation
instead act in a way that shows honor rightly obeyed
Seek not false and ever so hollow admiration
rather pursue a righteous foundation firmly laid. --Tyr
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[Post 18]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-20-2014 06:57 PM
Seek not too much comfort nor to live earthbound forever
watch for those falling rocks on your daily walk
Life will still hit you hard even if you never
cleverly scheme and lie when you idly talk
Wait not for false praise from others
win honor for standing straight and upright
True love we all get from our mothers
darkness hides what we fear in the night
As you find the light about to be turned out
resist the urge to piss and moan
Living well was what it was all about
bless another world about to be shone..... --Tyr
Best to look forward to a long journey we all must someday face. Another friend from long past took that journey this morn. I wish her a lighted and well worn path that leads to a paradise of bliss. No need to cry , as we all are going to one day face this.
Et tu, quasi stellæ in lunam Mirum me desiderium at tu numquam!!!!
--Tyr
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[Post 19]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-21-2014 06:40 PM
Damn It All-Whiskey No More
No farther to fall when completely down and out
lace up your best shit kickin' boots
Make the devils cry and shout
tear the forest up by its deepest roots
Climb that looming mountain top
drink good whiskey until the light of day
Keep on going and don't ever stop
piss at the world and have your damn say
As you unwind compose your best list
shake the world until it cries and moans
Once gone you will then be sorely missed
even the earth shall eat and bless your bones.. -Tyr
My buddy today told me about his weekend blast. Fishing at his favorite lake all day while drinking fine whiskey. Whiskey which I am forbidden to touch! Then he tells me of the fine sexy lady he met at a club and how both nights were pure bliss. I replied yes amigo the whiskey I dearly miss but as to the fine sexy lady I have you beat. I sleep with mine every night and have for ten years and still going. His reply was , that's true but fine whiskey is a joy that I still have. My retort was this. Have at it my friend I'll take 3,650 nights of my darling wife over an ocean of whiskey ! Yet, he is right I do miss the comfort of a good glass of fine whiskey on a cold night. We don't ever get it all. Harder we try the farther away it flees.
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[Post 20]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2014 08:33 PM
Days gifts, Nights rest
Silently the night slips ever closer to the break of day
sunrise and the school children begin to run about
Worries and troubles falling like rain are here to stay
ever returning like beautiful rainbow trout
A lazy day fishing in the shade by a favorite stream
ease and comfort that brings smiles galore
So great almost seems a wonderful dream
bless me, bless me with so much more
Each week brings its many joys and sorrows
hard times spring about like a midday frog
Yet I yearn for ten thousand more tomorrows
floating down swift river like a newly fallen log..........--Tyr
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[Post 21]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-24-2014 11:45 PM
Solace Welcomed Like A Dear Friend
The thunder wakes me, the pain aches me
deep within this shallow vessel I dwell
Waiting the harvest of that fruit tree
sending a gift of blessed heaven or fiery hell.
No atonement can replace the gift so freely given
sacrifice so desperately sweet and dear
No measure of good intentions or righteous liven'
can increase the days, nights and live long year
A comfort of solace wraps me times I need it most
to bid me to eagerly trod the right path
Obeying the gentle whispers of the Holy Ghost
fearing not terrible stings of God's righteous wrath..............-Tyr--03-24-2014
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[Post 22]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-26-2014 12:51 AM
Forsaken Is A Choice Made
I'd walk a mile of fire to save you
into blazing gasoline defending those I love
Nothing heroic or amazing I choose to do
simply obeying duty and the Lord above.
Measure a man's courage by sacrifices made
not by planned actions and words alone
But by the hands he fearlessly played
Soul eternal survives mere flesh and bone
Last great and full measure faithfully faced
pain , agony and heartache cometh to us all
Love accepted and ever so firmly placed
Fearing not that last great and saddening fall.............................. Tyr- 03-26--2014
I once lived to exact revenge on those that wrong the world. Soon I found myself punishing me far more than others. O' I was so good at dishing it out that I gave myself ever greater scars! One must never forget lessons learned for to do so is to repeat them. I fight a vengeful spirit that seeks to devour me for my rebuke. I do so not alone but aided by a greater power. Temptation to return ever bids. I shall slay it everyday as I've been doing for so long.. That which it groomed has now been turned against it. I swear my blade to pierce its black heart . And so I shall, one day, one day.. -Tyr
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[Post 23]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-27-2014 08:24 PM
Duty Served.
I hold shield, sword and oath to keep
prices paid in red frothy blood
Pains so deep the angels weep
dry bones roasting in sunburnt mud
Retrieve my shield to work someday
my sword to cut vengeance down
Seek not where I chose to lay
tis' sweet in this cold hard ground.
Dew quenches my thirst at break of morn
sun warms my bones like a bonfire
I sought not glory and yielded not to scorn
courage and honor were my only desire.....Tyr- 03-27-2014
Life steps up everyday to beg me to cease to play. I stubbornly laugh at my many youthful follies.
Best not to mourn the lost of those precious youthful jollies.- ;) --Tyr
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[Post 24]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-28-2014 11:43 PM
Found this from a few years ago.. I believe back in 2008/9.
The Well of Memory
The Well of Memory is my greatest treasure
holds many loves and joys beyond measure
A mere moment's thought summons up such delights
to soothe my lonely spirit on the darkest nights
Without it my life would be so dead and dry
much like an ocean blue without a sky
Perish the thought , birth not such a nightmare
bring not my early death by such a scare!
I seek to happily live to a ripe old age
vanquish my fears and conquer my rage
Then travel on while deeply , serenely sleeping
Be long gone before the heartache and weeping....;) Z.--Tyr
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Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:20 am
Christmas Morning Snow 12-25-2010
Watching the dancing flames in the fireplace grow
Outside the majestic harmony of the cascading snow
As winter wraps earth's canvas in a sparkling white
Nature gifts such beauty for everyone's delight
So nice the warm feeling of the fire's glowing heat
Happily sitting here while warming bare naked feet
The clock strikes midnight the snow is still floating down
Wrapping everything brilliantly white in this sleepy old town
Children wake early to embrace nature's newly given toy
Nature's present this Christmas day to each little girl and boy
Racing outside laughing , stumbling and falling all about
Playing , snowball fighting in the cold never seeming to tire out...-;) -Z
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Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:36 am
Dreams and Memories Afield
Distantly dreaming of my wild and brazen younger years
Memories of pleasant days hunting in forests dark and deep
When thrills of getting completely lost held no fears
Of fantastic chases across rushing streams , over hills so steep
Sent delightful images of quickly shooting wildgame to eat
The delicious taste of nature's gifts of lean red meat
Garnered by sweat of the brow and blast of the gun
Hastedly skinned and carried home before the setting Sun
O' the beautiful memories that one seldom ever forgets
Of living, pain and joy, small little pleasures that life often begets
Nature gives so many blessings that we fail to hear or see
The beauty of flowers, singing of birds and shade of mighty oak tree.... Z. -Tyr
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[Post 25]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-29-2014 12:04 AM
Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:28 am
Stand Tall or Fall...
This nation so ravaged by economic woes
wars too many keep us on our toes
Politics corrupted deep to the core
leeches begging for handouts and more
Hatred for religion so arrogantly bellowed out
by windbags that sleep while they ignorantly shout
A future that looks desperate and totally grim
ready made plot for a winning Hollywood film
Push comes to shove dire action will be taken
God will not save the merciless Godforsaken
With that so many shall urgently cry for aid
yet must eternally sleep in the vile bed they made
Others will stand up to take the leap
refusing to be led by appeasing sheep
Healing will come after so much torture and pain
America will overcome its cursed , pathetic stain
A bright future such is well within our reach
only if we again find the TRUTH to teach.......Z.-- Tyr--[usa]
We are lost as a nation. We have lost most of our spirit. Arrogant elitist know nothings spew bile and poison our collective souls. If we are to survive we must regain control of our Education System and stop the brainwashing of our children. Go back to the primers and basics as taught in the 30's and 40's.. Teach that right does indeed overcome evil. Actually teach that evil truly exists. Then dare to once again to teach that evil must be opposed at every turn at every encounter. For we must fight to dare. To dare to fight for our kids and grandkids future. This I shall do. Will any of you??? --[usa]--TZS
^^^^ From about 3 years ago.. Even more true today. We are more lost now than even we were back then. --Tyr
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[Post 26]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-31-2014 05:17 PM
Sixteen Nothings Jammed Together
Found another day today
same O' same you might see
Work done, time to play
excuse me while I go to pee
Another job finished mighty quick
even raised the lid too
Not fancy , not even a trick
even heard a big thank you
Saving the "big job" for later
reading here to my delight
Much rest for a lazy debater
wasting away each boring night
Found another night to be hard
didn't even look over my shoulder
Pigs fat makes very good lard
whiskey makes any man bolder..............:laugh:
No new moves in my chess games today. Bored when that happens. I need to go shoot some guns but the wife needs sleep and my son needs tending.;)
If only I lived on the farm again. I could shoot out of my yard. --Tyr
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[Post 27]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-31-2014 10:50 PM
No Going Back To Make Amends
Three thunderbolts in my back pocket
a can of kickass in my left hand
Evil gleam beaming into my right socket
echoes of a drugged out hippie band
Blasts of memories stinging my brain
of beautiful girls scantily clad
Seething blasts of hot dripping rain
washed ashore faces of girls I had
Memories sent to remind me of fate
knowledge of many past sins
Mercy, mercy tis' never too late
two loves are not always twins
Thunderbolts remind me to never sit still
as demons eat away at my soul
Visions I see against my stubborn will
eyes gazing so deeply black as coal
I blink quickly to wash it all away
begging for a much happier thought
Yet darkest evil temporarily holds sway
past deeds and freedom so falsely bought...........Tyr- 03-31-2014
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[Post 28]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-01-2014 09:40 PM
About To Hang..
Before his captors bound in chains
he cursed all with rage
His heart was aching not from pains
rather from lost liberties of a past age
Bound to a stout and massive old tree
lost, dispirited and without future hope
Choosing defiant curses rather than broken plea
awaiting the crowd and hanging rope
No tears , for he was not afraid
of hell's intensely inviting gaze
Life spent , short future therein laid
all memory now a distant haze
Asked are you afraid of what awaits
he spat upon the ground
I'll see you all at hell's first gate
where anguished screams make no sound........--TYR- 04--01 --2014
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[Post 29]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-02-2014 10:44 PM
Paradise- A Thought and A Reality
There are words we know not yet
gains our release we know not when
Spirits waiting we have not met
saving souls of ordinary men
Gifts given that we may freely share
with all that welcome that abode
Love and joy racing everywhere
along that blessed paradise road
Memories that joyously lingered on
like a hello from long lost friend
Love lost but never gone
returns to favor yet again
High upon that golden mount
trees bearing wonderful fruits
Joys far too many to ever count
spring from their heavenly roots..... Tyr- 04-02-2014
Received a blessing today. Amazing how a small and simple joy can renew the human spirit..-Tyr
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[Post 30]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2014 08:59 AM
Swineburne
All the zest of all our England
Love that flows and life that flames,
Light of heaven on things of beauty,
Wonder in their winsome names,
Noise of waterfalls down leaping
From a myriad mountain springs,
Winds that never cease their whispering,
Endless waves and endless wings.
I really like that one... The author conveyed so much with such few words.. --Tyr
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[Post 31]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2014 08:44 PM
rewriting....
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[Post 32]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2014 09:09 PM
Lost Love's Dream Shadow
Deep within a sunlit drop of refreshing rain
I saw a glimpse of her beautiful face again
Dreams flow past as swift mountain streams
she haunts me lovingly in midnight dreams
Outside my window the great moon dares to sink
more time, more time is all I can think
She appears all the more real in her golden gown
as the great moon glides slowly slipping down
I feel earth trembling deeply into night
nothing feels better, nothing feels so right
Her voice whispers from shadows all around
smiles so deep that it echoes in loving sound
As dawn flees upward to meet the newborn day
I hear her parting voice softly, caressingly say
Dreams can not stay , they must go past
our loves are forever and forever they last......Tyr--04--03--2014
Tis not so strange for me to read great poetry then compose from inspiration. I hope such words of hope and joy helps others in times of hardship and sorrow. 16 lines that helped my soul. I think this one is a keeper and will surely go in my journal tonight. --Tyr
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[Post 33]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-05-2014 07:36 PM
Politicians Have No Heart, No Honor
You squawking birds are mute
now that the buzzard has flown in
Taking no notice until we all are destitute
acting as if cold harden statue men
You cowards pretend to bend and weep
as you watch us live in want
Act as if you truly earn your keep
faking caring when you surely don't
Stand frozen as a block of ice
as you allow the enemy to win it
Appease like dimwits playing nice
as you play at having no skin in it ..........Tyr-- 04-05--2014
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[Post 34]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2014 08:27 PM
A Warrior's Destiny
A swift blow from my sword he fell back
protecting all he held dear from my attack
His great valor and bravery did not sustain
the image of victory he sought to claim
All consuming darkness became his fate
as he fell to journey to his next gate
Above his fallen body I did kneel
another blow his fate did it seal
Far greater many have courageously done
rejoicing in sweet victory fairly won
Yet somewhere in this blessed land
another strikes for freedom's stand
Into that battle and sweet victory day
I found sacrifice is the only way
For one must live by an honorable code
as did great warriors in the days of old
Die if you must but live if you can
courage rebukes death in the heart of man
Sacrifice for the love of others must stand
as mighty blows from Thor's right hand
Fear not the light of the coming morn
fate may send sound of Gabriel's horn
You may live many more precious years
with memories of blood, sweat and tears
As darkness finally covers your eyes
truth shall evaporate all the lies
You will find the life we so dearly love
was indeed a blessing from God above............Tyr-- 04-06-2014
Had a wonderful day. Served a great meal and had time with all my brothers and sisters at my house. Finally after a 15 months of doing a great meal every Sunday I've managed to heal a few wounds and bring feuding relatives together as it should be. My first great success at being a peace maker. Previously I was a vengeance deliverer... Mighty damn nice not to be beating somebody's ass for the evil they do. I just may take a great liking to this before I meet my maker.. ;)-Tyr
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[Post 35]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2014 08:32 PM
First Love Lost
The earth rose to kiss her feet
hair so long and lips so sweet
Her caresses were like morning dew
like a blue sky falling on you
She sent her favors like a Spring rain
like a beautiful snow falling again
Lips inviting as a mother's love
a glimpse of heaven far above
A simple touch of her sweet hand
could make or break any man
As she flew past I quickly saw
heaven's gate and joyous all
Then like a winter long gone
a chill hit me to the bone
Her image faded ever so fast
such love can never last, never last...............Tyr- 04-07-2014....
How well I remember my first love. A time never meant to endure. A heart broken so it could learn to mend. Feeling like never loving ever again.. Memories so bitter sweet. I went days and couldn't eat. Only to find my life was tougher still. When I hardened my will. Now finally a life lived. I found love had more to give. My wife and son steady me . To strive to live and live to love..-Tyr
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[Post 36]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2014 10:40 PM
Your Lies Blind Your Own Eyes
You say not you but let another man
fight the fight to save this land
You bitch out those that demand we fight
as you hide deep when its a full moon night
Yet letting others reap your field
seems so right as you always yield
Defend your land as if your slave
only proves you to be a knave
We tire of hearing you cowardly cry
as the years and decades fly by
You demand we always back down
as you parade a fool about the town
Ever consider should we chose to fight
just may be to force you to see the light?
And step forth to finally be a real man
burn your edicts and scar your pampered hand
Could you ever man up to finally dare
pull your weight and do your share ?
Slay the spreading evil you seem to ignore
uphold freedom, sacrifice a damn lot more
Get off your ass stop the hiding
evil knocks loudly, soon its riding
Stop your arrogantly angered sighing
let your soul lose to start its flying
Out of the shadows where you rest and moan
fight like a hungry dog on a meaty bone
Stop demanding others believe your lies
as if they are eating the sweetest apple pies
A day is coming when the trumpet shall sound
will you fight or hide deep in the ground ?
Best to decide now to make the leap
for we all eventually get buried six feet deep
Wipe off your ever so comforting slime
stand proud and tall its finally time
To do or die as a good man must
pray daily , in God place your final trust...............Tyr---04-07-2014
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[Post 37]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-08-2014 06:47 PM
Dark forbidden eyes sit above those venomous lips
harboring storms to dash down a thousand ships
When your lightning strikes and wicked winds fiercely blow
awestruck and fearful man does watch the magic show
You that make the tigers cower in fear
send shadows of death ever so near
Often you dare to send better days
blue clear skies and sunshine rays
As you trick us into happy bliss
hidden dangers we foolishly miss
Then suddenly you grow dark
lightning begins its burning spark
Man begs for you to be fine
as sweet as heaven made wine
Yet nature holds you by the tail
suffering calamities straight from hell
Tomorrow promises even greater gifts
sending sunshine that so uplifts
Clouds announce your coming parade
earth awaits the gift you just made........Tyr-- 04-08 -2014
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[Post 38]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-08-2014 11:11 PM
Valor Never Diminished
A few old men do still live to tell
the brave deeds their brothers did
Noting the battle where they finally fell
shedding tears for their lives and kids
Holy ground were in laid to eternal rest
a path many fear to ever tread
Our nation ever gives its very best
to the beast that forever eats its dead
Should you ever chance to read
tales of valor fantastic and true
Remember it in your time of need
pray God gives such courage to you.......Tyr 04-08-2014
Inspired by the video posted here. And the sacrifice we all hope to never have to make.. In appreciation of the heroes that gave their all--to keep us safe.--Tyr
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[Post 39]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-09-2014 06:08 PM
Memories of Survival
Ages ago on a desperate battlefield I faced my foe
grim determination was upon that angry face
Had he thought long and well he would know
anger is a weakness common to his race
With cool head and quick hands I slashed his legs
blood stream forth like cold mountain streams
Tis sad to see a mighty warrior as he begs
finish me, finish me , as in agony he screams
The next blow I ever so quickly dealt
severed his right sword hand off clean
As he wounded sword down , shield up and knelt
still desperately clinging to life or so it did seem
Remembering all that I did feel
still haunts me to this very day
His life I did bravely and swiftly steal
sending his lost soul on its way
So long ago those fighting years
seems a wicked string of bad dreams
Can not forget nor shed any tears
looking for mercy in my best schemes
Time reminds me that I am old
no longer full of piss and fight
I may yet be proud and very bold
as the moon darkens my last night............Tyr- 04-09-2014
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[Post 40]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2014 10:15 AM
I rise to face a comforting sun and clear blue sky
so good to find myself still above ground
I yield not to the temptation to even ask why
instead just enjoy the blessing of still hanging around
No great confusion this morn about mysteries of death and life
cool, cool breeze flowing upon my face and old man hair
I enjoy the gift of beautiful daughter, son and gentle loving wife
as life presents me with pure joy and great comfort more than fair ........Tyr- 04-10-2014
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[Post 41]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2014 06:01 PM
Shadows Saying So Much.
Ever lived deep into a jagged night
fleeting shadows of ghosts just out of sight
With blues so deep they painted the entire room
nasty dark colors of impending doom
Hours spitting past like a long agonizing death
with cold sweats and painfully reluctant breath
Images of hatred thrown like daggers at you
vengeance deep and so long past overdue
Praying for a swift emerging and brightened morn
soft as a baby's cheek having just been born
Only to see a darkened ghost stand and wail
you, yes you are going straight to hell
Plead for mercy with all your might
ask sincere forgiveness for your plight
Then suddenly realize the spirit attacking you
is just a sad reflection of what you didn't do...............Tyr- 04-10-2014
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[Post 42]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2014 06:41 PM
A Painter's Nightmare
I have been painting where the bird of vengeance tears out the coward's heart
large brush strokes given with an angry scowl and deep frown tossed in to boot
Land between where the blessed soul and the inner spirit of man do ever part
as rough and stout as an old mighty oak tree with withered rock anchored root
A canvas as big and glowing bright as the imagination of a happily playing child
setting up toy soldiers to battle fiercely until the mighty war God tires of his play
Incoming dark spirits unchained and commanded to destroy in vengeance gone wild
all that defiantly dare to fight back with courage and pluck while standing in their way
Each stroke begs for another more vibrant and deeper that the one blasted on before
as the picture looms large sending darkened chills up my renewed and stiffened spine
A shriek comes forth from behind that castle's bloody and heavy iron gated door
revealing the angry beast has just fled and all will soon be blissfully quiet and fine..
Tyr----04-10-2014
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[Post 43]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-11-2014 07:32 AM
The King Has Arrived
Decades of disgrace have so perverted moral law
as cries for reform came from the few that saw
Pretty lies designed to soothingly appease
sprang forth with liberal deceit and ease
Could our nation found no other fate
is correction ever too late
Misdemeanors and high crimes abound
like cheers from all round
A savior came to abolish suffering and woe
little did the deceived ever know
The sinister game that was being played
the dastardly plans so cleverly being laid
Does the savior not rule now by royal decree
stealing liberties from you and me
As he sits upon his newly made throne
demanding no true light ever be shown
Should we now abandon all moral codes
follow the tyrant down doom filled roads
Only to find our every hopeful thought
was diminished even before it was bought
How blind are those that refuse to see
the lies that surround the king to be!............Tyr 04-11-2014
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[Post 44]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2014 10:16 AM
Eyes like diamonds decorating a rose
sweet lips to decorate her perfect nose
A face made for benefit for all to see
a girl too good for the likes of me
She passed me by not even casting a glance
yet my mind was on pure romance
I could hear her song night and day
yet to me she had nothing to say
Foolish dreaming gathered me no date
best to speak before it is too late
O' what words would serve me well
I had nobody to help me ,nobody to tell
Fearing the worst and praying for the best
I decided to try a very simple test
As she passes by I'd just step up to boldly say
Hello! And then begin to earnestly pray
That my bold step was met with a good reply
she'd be nice to me yet I know not why
Doubts and fear racked my fevered brain
daggers in my heart was my relentless pain
So I finally ventured receiving a great reward
finding suddenly talking to her wasn't at all hard
We dated for just over 47 blissful summer days
then each found others and parted ways
I learned nothing ventured nothing you will gain
yield not to fear step out into the glorious rain
Life sends us on a glorious and rewarding ride
best just go with the flow , ride high on the tide............Tyr- 04-11-2014
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[Post 45]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2014 06:23 PM
Lessons Learned In Youth.
Eyes like diamonds decorating a rose
sweet lips to decorate her perfect nose
A face made for benefit for all to see
a girl too good for the likes of me
She passed me by not even casting a glance
yet my mind was on pure romance
I could hear her song night and day
yet to me she had nothing to say
Foolish dreaming gathered me no date
best to speak before it is too late
O' what words would serve me well
I had nobody to help me ,nobody to tell
Fearing the worst and praying for the best
I decided to try a very simple test
As she passes by I'd just step up to boldly say
Hello! And then begin to earnestly pray
That my bold step was met with a good reply
she'd be nice to me yet I know not why
Doubts and fear racked my fevered brain
daggers in my heart was my relentless pain
So I finally ventured receiving a great reward
finding suddenly talking to her wasn't at all hard
We dated for just over 47 blissful summer days
then each found others and parted ways
I learned nothing ventured nothing you will gain
yield not to fear stepping out into the glorious rain
Life sends us on a glorious and rewarding ride
best just go with the flow , ride high on the tide............Tyr- 04-11-2014
Was in a hurry to post due to taking my wife to work this morn. Forgot to title my newest work.
A work which I long ago wrote but was in my papers the ex-wife destroyed. Had to do it from memory and am sure its fairly close to the original written about 30 years ago. I was writing about my experience as a 16 year old kid that had so damn much to learn.. Don't we all wish we could go back to redo some things?? If so Id go back and hold onto that gal for dear life but fate sent me down another path.. No complaints , just musings from an old man about youthful experiences. -Tyr
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[Post 46]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2014 12:23 AM
Death Before Slavery and Dishonor
A man came today to take our land
said Uncle Sam had greater need
Told us its all in a complicated clever plan
to hell with any having children to feed
We chose to load our guns and guard day and night
that which our families have had all our lives
So good to be properly armed in case of a fight
not having to depend on just sticks and knives
We see why the Feds want so badly to take our guns
put us into a state of desperate want and need
Have us so lost that we chose instead to just run
instead of standing firm to fight , die and bleed.
A grab many saw coming a mile down the pike
and knew it was a harbinger of ill tidings!
Nothing to admire , love or even like
not for citizens brave, honorable and law abiding-- 04-13-2014 Tyr
Men resolved to defend their families and homes
against the beast that destroys wherever it roams........
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[Post 47]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2014 11:27 AM
The Deceivers Reward
Your lying words can be made mute
by blasting truth to those you deceive
As you strive to keep your stolen loot
you and all may be cast into the sea
Fear now these words that you see given
every branch succors from root of its tree
As you deceive to garner a kingly liven'
justice hears your many victims united plea
This fate you may think only wishing dreaming
as you birth new and greater evil schemes
Tears will down your face soon be streaming
when justice is delivered as the good Lord deems
Remember the cries for help and mercy loudly laughed at
when any help or kindness you arrogantly chose to refuse
A judgment righteously delivered from where TRUTH sat
as you cry for God's mercy to be a gift now rewarded you......Tyr 04-13-2014
Justice may not come in our lives but rest assured it will come some future day. These scum that laugh now will cry then and likely moan as they pay their dues..-Tyr
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[Post 48]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2014 11:27 PM
No Reprieve Given For Deeds Forever Written In Stone
Each vision of beauty stands apart and giving its gift
always taking one's spirit and soul to inspire and uplift
As my spirit viewed her beauty that hour and summer day
I stood like a jagged mountain with no clever words to say
Like a child lost in wilderness straying along soaked with fears
longing for words of love to race from her lips to my eager ears
A happiness that sprang from a young and hopefully eager mind
such great joy could a wild young man ever dare to hope to find
After she showered me with her love and beautiful glow
I begged for more and prayed for a never ending show
Alas, fate fickle and ever so recklessly mirrored my shallow way
cast sadly apart and apart we forever did sorrowfully have to stay
Years can not banish the memories and love for her life and soul
present blessings can not erase the gentle memories I forever know
Of days and nights walking by her comforting and hand held side
often the pain strikes so deep its more than this man can abide
Regrets are daggers that slice deep into a man's hurting heart
demanding a sad ending be as firmly held as was the joyous start
I struggle not to let such thoughts force me to weep and moan
as I remember my selfish deeds that forced her to be forever gone
No power to reclaim her faithful love has ever came to me
fighting the sadness that ever seeks to cast my spirit into the sea
Slashing dark spirits that cast my doubts and sins back in my face
while riding the wildest horse that merely finishes this eternal race
I have memories of crowns that are forever ripped and torn
of painful dark robes burning my soul as they are sadly worn
No saving relief in blessed sight, not even an ending date
as my pain endures sitting deep within this wretchedly bad fate...... Tyr- 04-13-2014
As late night hours approach I face memories both pleasant and sad. Realizing gifts I refused because I chose thrills of being bad. Life does not give overs for deeds one ever so deeply regret.
And it does not give easy paths to take to simply forget. We are what we have already done and can only change what may in the future do. Mistakes I've learned not to repeat but can not ever avoid the pain and guilt they increase in measure as days fly ever forward. --Tyr
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[Post 49]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-14-2014 09:00 AM
rewriting..
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[Post 50]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2014 07:34 AM
Back when life was simple , simple pleasures did abound
now we are so progressively enlightened few can be found
Once neighborhood was a sanctuary we could enjoy without fear
now its a place where we must keep our children ever so near
The farther we allowed our masters to led us astray
the more evil and painful is the price we will have to pay
Should we find the courage to decide to fight and die
put an end to this misery, coming slavery and great lie
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O' yes a sacrifice will have to be paid . If to regain our lives , freedoms and future we dare to undertake . Wake up, wake up for Heaven's sake..
God, I am so tired of this creature now ruling us. When did we decide we should be ruled by a tyrant? I remember never being asked or voting on it. Tyr
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[Post 51]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2014 10:21 PM
Dream Weaver
Beside still waters and pastures lush and green
I wander into a late night summer dream
She appears with her eyes so beautiful and deep
a vision that forever tempts me in my sleep
Long flowing gold adorned jet black hair
chasing me showing how much she does care
Caution for witches sometimes lead men astray
yet her laughter begs me to forever stay
An image that sweetly burns my brain
I pray it return again and again
Into the eyes of one that knew love
looking for eternity from high above
As I feel myself to start to wake
offering my heart for her to take
She flies away laughing as she goes
will she ever return again ,nobody knows......Tyr--04-15-2014
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[Post 52]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-16-2014 10:22 PM
rewriting...
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[Post 53]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-17-2014 10:19 AM
Sweet Sounds
Sweetest sounds I ever heard
were sweet notes of a mockingbird
Sitting in a dead oak tree
far above that hive of bees
April is here with its hard rains
hitting us like many wrecking trains
Warm winds start replacing the cold
as we long for happy days of old
Joy sounds in the notes of the mockingbirds
like sweet whispers of a lover's words
Listen today if you think you can
will cheer the soul of any lonely man.............Tyr-04-17-2014
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[Post 54]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-17-2014 09:08 PM
The Journey Ends
Lions are roaring and the grass a growin'
wise men sleep a knowin'
The heart of man is infinitely deep,
a servant still must earn his keep
Who truly knows why the wild bird sings
or winter fades into a welcoming spring?
Why it thunders and sun does shine
or love is the tie that binds
Great herds moving , flocks are a wingin'
all life joins in wonderfully singin'
Oceans are sailing under a blue moon
life roars and then perishes far too soon....... Tyr- 04-17-2014
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[Post 55]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2014 08:04 PM
The Saving Grace
The night wind from the east
brings flavor to the beast
As the creeping nights creep
the widows endlessly weep
Dark powers greater than the sun
leave no place to hide or run
Not even the deepest cave
will spirit and flesh save
As the beast sets to ravage and roam
destroying life , love and home
No brave hero in hopeful sight
can stop its fury tonight
Yet there still is one saving grace
ever present for the human race
And it must not be foolishly denied
embracing the promises so cleverly lied
Just a few simple faithful words given
can yield a blessed eternity of livin'
And the beast shall then be slain
blessed are those words again and again........ Tyr 04-18 -2014
Times are a troubling now. Food for thought.
They will get much worse. Man lives under a willing curse.
Seek and ye shall find.
That a simple answer comes to mind.
Do not simply wait.
No man alone can stop that closing gate.
Leap while you still can.
Before the sh*t hits the fan..--Tyr
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[Post 56]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-20-2014 10:47 AM
Poet's Thoughts
Very few share their deepest inner thoughts and fears
those born with before ever first had their baby tears
Takes one stout of heart and secure in giving mind
to share such freely and openly with all mankind
Such thinkers and poets are a special breed
freely forcing their hearts and minds to bleed
That others may gain some insight, some small part
of how man reveals his inner soul in his open heart
Never declaring such men much better or worse
than any other people living under mankind's curse
Just far more willing to be cursed or given praise
for the thoughts they present and hopefully raise.. Tyr- 04-20- 2014
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[Post 57]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-20-2014 10:02 PM
Mild Is The Parting Year , and Sweet
Mild is the parting year , and sweet
The odor of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.
I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.
---Walter Savage Landor
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With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
--- A.E. Housman
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Two really nice ones, just because you folks are surely tired of seeing mine.. ;) -Tyr
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[Post 58]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2014 10:22 PM
Fear Monsters and Run
On that mountain was the great cavern
all the boys spoke of it in the local tavern
Great fear of its darkness and ghostly sound
tales tall recited as the beers came around
Once Dallas went in with hair dark as night
came out next day hair was ghostly white
Blubbering like a scared little frightened child
talking of monsters big, fierce and wild
On a dare I took a huge bet
I would explore it and not even fret
Saturday at high noon I did enter
into black darkness as cold as winter
Deeper in I cautiously did go
expecting monsters to soon show
First startled by huge exiting bats
next came fleeing dark little rats
A few turns and I did soon dimly see
yellow eyes ahead looking back at me
Soon I turned and did rapidly run
back to the light of the noonday sun
Outside I quickly paid my lost bet
never found out what it was yet
But this I learned and now admit
that day's fear I'll not ever forget
A man must face his darkest fear
even when people may laugh and jeer
Just do so with this thought in mind
fear monsters and that's what you'll find.... Tyr-Ziu Saxnot 04-21-2014
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[Post 59]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2014 09:04 AM
Slain
Swiftly the shot from my rifle sped
To his heart , and he fell in the darkness-dead!
With never a struggle, never a sigh,
I saw my enemy bleed and die.
And now, I said, is my peace secure;
I shall fear his hand and his hate no more.
The black night came with a stealthy pace
And shed the shadows over my face,
Hidden forever from mortal view:
And only God and the darkness knew!
But what would I barter of good and fair
To take the place of the dead man there,
As I face the future - the life to be,
With God and the darkness haunting me!
--Frank L. Stanton
After researching the life of this author it makes me wonder if this composition was a life experience he had (one never knows what lies in the heart of a man).. Regardless his poetry is amazing. That one was from his book ( I just found and bought) titled, "Songs of the Soil" published 1924. . I picked a short one today. Later will present some that are far more lengthy. --Tyr
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[Post 60]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2014 10:17 AM
She
She was the first to love me, please me and leave me
The first to take me, fake me and try to break me
Memories of sweetness greater than honey, money
or days blissfully joyful and ever so sunny
Such contrasts are insanely weird, happy , sad
and even mysteriously funny
Yet on reflection any first real love
surely can be all of the above..........--Tyr-- 04-22-2014...,.
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[Post 61]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2014 09:33 PM
Night in the South
Here in the deep, June dark,
Laden with odors of the rose excessive,
Where not a star ray strikes oaks to mark
The glooms impressive,
I tilt my rustic chair-
The smoke from my Havana upward wreathing,
And o'er the rolling of the world I hear
The great night breathing!
The night has no art
To hide her grief; with dim-draped arms ex-
tended,
She waits to welcome to her widowed heart
The moon splendid.
And yet- so still is all
That if a bird's nest slipped its airy tether
There would be sound and feeling in the fall
Of one light feather!
The rills that brawled all day,
Now with the tumbled pebbles make no wrangle;
The wind seems weary and has lost its way
In vines a-tangle.
In vines where odorous swings
The honeysuckle , o'er the senses stealing;
Where hummingbirds have brushed with beau-
tous wings
The wild grapes reeling!
Night! and the South! and June!
Silence - and yet, the sound of many voices!
And now, dashed down the darkness, tune on tune,
And melody rejoices!
Clear through the awakened night
The music rushes - all the joy -bells ringing;
And every leaf is trembling with delight
born of that singing!
It is as if a word
Had flashed from God- aweary of the quiet;
The soul of music in a mocking-bird
In maddest riot!
Night! and the South! and June!
The wind awakes;
the river sings its story;
Up from the black hills climbs the brimming moon
In full-blown glory!
The distant hills grow bright:
The oaks stand clear; the loneliest nook un-
covers;
The keen vines listen for the footsteps light
Of whispering lovers!
A flash on fields and streams,
And one bird's song tumultuous and tender;
And then - the languor of melodious dreams,
And earth all splendor ------------------ Frank L. Stanton
Awe inspiring and brilliant!!!! --Tyr
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[Post 62]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2014 09:31 AM
“Only Death,” Pablo Neruda
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.
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[Post 63]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2014 09:52 AM
Be Near Me --- by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
translated by Naomi Lazard
Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
—At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.
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[Post 64]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2014 05:42 PM
A Little Thankful Song
For what are we thankful for? For this:
For the breath and the sunlight of life
For the love of the child, and the kiss
On the lips of the mother and wife.
For roses entwining,
For bud and for bloom,
And hopes that are shining
Like stars in the gloom.
For what are we thankful for? For this:
The strength and the patience of toil;
For ever the dreams that are bliss-
The hope of the seed in the soil.
For souls that are whiter
From day unto day;
And lives that are brighter
From going God's way.
For what are we thankful for? For all:
The sunlight-the shadow-the song;
The blossoms may wither and fall,
But the world moves in music along!
For simple, sweet living,
(Tis love that doth teach it)
A heaven forgiving
And faith that can reach it!
Frank L Stanton
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[Post 65]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2014 09:10 PM
Teaching Blind Geniuses
There are those that so love to be blind
ignorant of truth , stone cold in mind
Yet often they think themselves so smart
missing out entirely the reality part
Irks a man to see such blindness praised
goes against decently being raised
Yet nothing to do but flinch and endure
those so wrong yet ever so damn sure
Somehow truth sends 'em into a maddening rage
acting a spoiled child instead of their true age
Nothing to do then but kindly spank their behind
hoping the truth will they then miraculously find
Forty years of religiously doing just that
and yet they each still act like a brat
Starting to think it's just a lost cause
I'd give it up if not for the thundering applause!! :laugh: .......Tyr--04-24-2014
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[Post 66]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2014 08:22 AM
Dreams of Bliss
When I dream I often dream of this
true love so many surely miss
A comfort just knowing she is there
touching her heart , knowing she cares
Time together growing like tree wrapped vines
joy ever sweet like so many fine wines
Facing life as we journey down this long road
heaped with happiness and ever so very bold
Finding great comfort in our joyfully shared fate
a blessing known since our very first date
Dreaming of a great many shared years more
on this and many other sunny paradise shores.....Tyr- 04-25-2014
I was thinking of the journey that brought me to this place in my life. O' was it ever an iffy and dangerous trek... Between dangers I invited in by bad behavior and the ordinary dangers life offers in this world I am indeed very, very lucky to be alive. Yet to find myself this blessed is astounding to me.
Surely God saw something I fail to see
and took great pity on me
Such love is his blessed eternal stand
mercies delivered faithfully to man...
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[Post 67]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-26-2014 11:15 AM
Inner Spirit
A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?
Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of , if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine
take strong stands and draw many a hard line
Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from smallest of little seeds...............Tyr-04-26-2014
The Darkling Thrush
Written by: Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fevourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
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[Post 68]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2014 09:23 PM
The Relentless Struggle
A man may often desperately fight his inner self
beaten senseless until nothing is left
Such inward slashing leaves no visible scar
yet wounds as deep as are found in any war
A struggle to defeat real and even worse imaginary foes
adding too miserably increasing already tragic woes
Such a fight I find myself engaging in on troubled nights
slashing , gashing and delivering the many bloody bites
As the struggle gets ever so bloody and unrelentingly fierce
soul, heart and brain all are very deeply pierced
Just when the horrible sickening battle is about to be won
time brings on the vanquishing rays of the morning sun......Robert -- 04-27-2014
I went thru a bad night. Dreams that fought my soul until daylight. As I found memory gave me the winning blows. Reality jumped me and dealt some actions that proved anything goes. -Tyr
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[Post 69]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2014 12:27 AM
Darkness at Noon
In this dark cavern blackness misery eats into this weary fearful heart
memories of that sad summer night that you tore my mind and soul apart
An end to this tormenting blindness I do so pray be coming me very soon
for another torment would vanquish me forever into that darkness at noon
As I fight blindly lashing out with curses that are so miserably deep
my heart spits out haunting cries that will forever stain and weep
Do not judge me harshly for the lost soul I find myself now to be
as I beg hopefully for the gentle and truthful clear eyes now to see
Should I find a path to claw my way to back to hope's newly crowned morn
be gentle and kind to this new soul having just been miraculously reborn
As the stars in the clear night sky honor the beauty of Summer's great moon
so shall a newborne light spring forth from a miracle within the darkness at noon.
Tyr--- 04-28-2014
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[Post 70]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2014 12:50 AM
A Daydream
A daydream crashes into my deepest gentle night's sleep
holding sweet those memories I wish forever to keep
Of your sweet touch and beautiful, happy soothing smiles
those that I longed for as we were seperated thousands of miles
Such visions I have of your beautiful lips and dark hair
so real I felt I was already in your loving arms right there
How well I remember that blessed night and following day
when duty forced me to depart while you had to sadly stay
Those parting verses you so faithfully read to me
were sweet kisses that remind me of your parting plea
That I live to return to faithfully, happily marry you
as you wait like the thirsty grass for the early morning dew... Tyr- 04-28-2014
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[Post 71]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2014 09:07 AM
Pierced Heart , Desperate Addiction
Invisible daggers that pierce this shattered heart
often spring from a glorious and loving start
That blessed day started nicely like all the rest
ended with me finding perfect love and facing a test
As I walked the path that did indeed send me to you
you ventured forth with a pretty trap or two
First you brought a body few men could ever resist
like nectar hanging in a sweet and heavenly mist
As I sank deeply into your charms and delicious spell
with glories of love and mere glimpses of a fateful hell
Nothing could stop me from abandoning myself to your all
never seeing disaster and the coming spirit breaking fall
Your loving whispers were like a shattering glory sound
masking the cries from the others you had so easily bound
Had I known , my desire would still have given me solely to you
to entice, pleasure, satisfy and then slowly, wickedly use
These many years since you destroyed a good man's heart
slay me , play me , breaking body and soul desperately apart
Yet I still long for your touch and long night's embrace
even as I beg to send you to hell thus end my lusting disgrace!
Tyr- 04-28-2014
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I was awakened at about 3 am with this running thru my mind. Thoughts of a past true love that to me was shattering and unkind. That woman's charms still haunt me to this day. Tis' why far away from her is where I always stay. Tempt fate at one's own risk. A mistake I fully intend to never make.-Tyr
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[Post 72]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2014 10:14 PM
A Challenge To The Dark
shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
my life not their death
my death not their death…
Charles Bukowski
His words were often very brutal and dark. Was he a genius or just raving mad??
I suspect some of both as is so very often the sad case!
The line of which is very often just a whisper, a vapor and a hit to the head.... --Tyr
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[Post 73]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-29-2014 07:24 PM
After the breakup, misery birthed new joy
I left you my old hat and dirty brown coat
now be happy and don't gloat
You gave me far more agonizing hurt than joy
as you broke me like an unwanted toy
So very tempted to leave you even more
a few hard knocks to try to even the score
Yet my heart pleaded desperately with me
with excuses like branches on a massive tree
Yield not my soul to hate, anger , and spite
small solace to know I was so very right
He was your secret lover and good time friend
and bought you so easily in the end
Are you happy now all miserably broken and so alone
sitting there crying with heart hardened as a stone
Yes, I asked about you every day this very long year
even after I ceased to shed another useless tear
Now wear proudly that old hat and dirty brown coat
read carefully these words that I happily wrote
You no longer my sweet gal, I no longer your lover boy
sad for you but for me it is pure and blessed joy!!----
from about 14 years ago..--Tyr
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[Post 74]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-30-2014 09:06 AM
One from me and one from Bukowski....
A Dozen Lines To Be Kind
Send me your tired worries forever to bind
I'll wear them easily on my giving mind
Toss me your cares into my dreaming wind
I'll be your best newfound good friend
Loan me all your sad sad goodbyes
I'll cook them into a delicious pie
Sell me any pain you can not stand
I'll totally crush it with my left hand
Give me bad days you can not live
I'll use them to make more to give
Ask me any favor your heart desires
I'll make it come on heavenly fires.....--Tyr- 04-29-2014
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As The Sparrow
To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.
Charles Bukowski
Quote by Bukowski--
''You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.''
Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), U.S. author, poet. "Too Sensitive," Tales of Ordinary Madness (1967).
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[Post 75]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2014 09:31 PM
A REVELATION, A GIFT
Dark and dank scenery telling details I saw
in a clear night sky and largest moon of all
As I raise my sword to slay the sky's glass
immediately visions of wonder quickly flew past
Down came spirits streaming with ease
singing loudly , pretty as you please
Reflections of souls slipping up and above
each led by a pair of snow white turtle doves
Next came a blow to my upraised sword arm
ceasing my vain attempt to cause great harm
Down flew a spirit swiftly and directly to me
handing me a glittering gift complete with key
As I stopped my anger to examine my prize
a voice commanded telling me bow and tell no lies
I quickly knelt onto humble and bended knee
while ordered to now use that gifted key
As I did I felt rapture in my wicked soul
and love in my wicked spirit began to grow
As love sprang from that glittering chest
deep into my heart on a mercy bound quest
The words in that chest were only two
written in diamonds the words, love you!
At this revelation my mind did finally see
that God had spoken lovingly and directly to me! --Tyr 05-01 2014
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[Post 76]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2014 10:21 PM
Bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Charles Bukowski
Do not find it strange that I see something it this man. For I was once just as lost as he. I hope he found his way before he passed on. He had enough spirit to find the path , question is did he?-Tyr
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[Post 77]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2014 10:37 PM
The Graveyard Rabbit
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
Every grave in the dark he knows;
But his nest is hidden from human eye
Where headstones broken on old graves lie.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleetly follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
The soul’s bewitched that would find release,—
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon
Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm. Frank L. Stanton
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[Post 78]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2014 09:00 AM
by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Fri Jul 01, 2011 2:35 am
Saw a dirty bastard deliberately run over a stray dog today
The man look to be in his thirties and well dressed
New SUV and obviously a dirty rat
Turned around to chase him down but lost him
Damn good thing too
I had violence in my heart
Such a deserving ass kicking and fate decided no way
Fate, fickle and mysterious shadows in a creeping mist
But that guy sure as hell is on my list.--:X--Tyr
See , I've always had a bad temper and usually acted upon it. July 1st 2011 was that post, just three months after my heart attack. A bit of free verse from back then and its not bad even if I do say so myself.. :laugh:
By the way, a week after that incident a guy that saw it and saw me do a U-turn to chase the guy told me the bastard was from out of state and was visiting his neighbor down the street and had left town that day after seeing he had been chased! I asked where the scoundrel was from and was told Cali... I replied a liberal no doubt, just compassionately sending that poor dog to heaven.. Left a request with the guy telling me this information= Please inform me if ever the bastard returns to visit your neighbor. I want to have a special kind of "talk" with that guy's sorry ass. That kind of behavior this man is damn slow to forget or forgive. I still plan on gifting an attitude adjustment... Being generous that way.. :laugh:
Did I mention I love dogs and had one (mine!) deliberately ran over when I was a kid far too young to do anything about it?
I settle that score many years later as an adult and it was pure joy doing so.. Trust me on that!! -Tyr
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[Post 79]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2014 07:46 PM
Some free verse..
Starbeams Dance
Starbeams glow in the sand
hope lives eternal in heart of man
Life dies in nearby waters
as fish fight for sight
of the rising moon
Lovers stroll beneath our sky
innocence gone far too soon
As glory burst forth singing yet another tune --Tyr 0502-2014
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[Post 80]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2014 01:05 PM
Changing Ways
Changing old ways and changing old style
Leading you to think rather than just smile
Sending swimming daggers into your brain
Your body shivers as soaked in a cold rain
The lights ooze and bleed ever deeper into you
Misery emerges and you know you got your due
Hurting from stonedead feet to pounding head
Finding wisdom in the newly born words read
Aching pain given only to reward great relief
Then you will know great truth and find belief
Gone are the pleas once enslaving body and soul
Revelation in kind guides into a saving goal
Words slash, blast and invincibly take measure
Bringing forth knowledge's greatest treasure
Change your ways, change your style
Celebrate and reward with a brilliant smile .. Tyr- 05-03 2014
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[Post 81]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2014 05:13 PM
Evil, Many Shapes!
Serpents lie in cold silent wait
sporting cold life taking bites
just one of evil dark fates
waiting to destroy man's earthly delight
Enemy hides in cover just out of view
gun locked ,loaded and aiming at you
just one of many evil dark fates
waiting to destroy life true
Spirit hides there in silent glow
timing your very next fateful deed
just one of more evil dark fates
waiting to destroy your last earthly need...Tyr 05-03-2014
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[Post 82]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-05-2014 09:10 PM
Free verse, One I did tonight at a poetry forum... had to split it into two parts there.
Here it can stay in one!
A Dream That Came True.
In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
I practiced the words befitting her splendor!
She had been noticing my adoring glances as she
adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date
that night was on!
I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
how about I wear no panties?
My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation
It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
for her hands were busier than mine!
A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
No panties!!!
None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men
openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
sexual beauty was actually with me!
What happened later that night you can imagine,
the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!
We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
lifetime!
Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
a few years and then it happened..
The crash!
My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up
three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then,
O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped
A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .
I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
her!
Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
begin to rise. She noticed and laughed
LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
O' that smile!
As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
Longest two hours of my life!
Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
With a broken leg and shattered dream!!!
Fate can be so cruel.....
So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a
smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
Something that great never lasts, never lasts.... Tyr 05-05--2014
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Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of its true!!! -Tyr
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[Post 83]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-06-2014 10:00 PM
My recent post at my poetry forum..
Mercy Sought, Justice Sadly Given!
The scent of your spirit announced your love nightly
a whisper of sweetness with a hint of sexiness lightly
No visual needs to precede your comforting lovely gift
just a kind word from you gently my heart uplifts
Those beautiful nights that gave we our precious all
should have never led to such a blue and tragic fall
Lay the mistake upon my arrogance and stubborn pride
I foolishly sought your breath taking beauty to hide!
Jealousy is a vicious and dark angel sent to take away
love true and the sweetness of happiness the live long day!
I sought precious time to amend my silly and unhappy mistake
as you sailed across forever on the "no forgiveness lake"!
Now I live in a dark pit filled with a lost and lovely dream
as another enjoys your nights and makes your sexy love steam
Is there no reprieve from this unearthly hell I arrogantly made?
from a stupid hand of romantic deceit I like a fool played?
As I seek a gentle mercy that I know I do not truly deserve
grant this one sweet mercy and your love I forever serve!
Send away my sincere and repentant request will doom my life
As I seek love's forgiveness and your hand as my beautiful wife!
Rewritten from memory of a letter I once sent to a fine beautiful
lady just too damn good for the extremely wild young fool I once was!
Original composition was well over 30 years ago.
Destroyed by a jealous lover many years later!!
This offering is very close but sadly time's erosion has not allowed
me to recreate it perfectly now.
That brilliant lady rightly refused to forgive me my trespass!
As I look back I see her wisdom.....
Robert L..
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[Post 84]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2014 05:58 PM
Line by Line, Enjoy the Roar
Wrote my first verse at the tender age of nine
with my favorite blue crayon line by line
By age ten I was laying 'em down with a red ink pen
cruising along in a hurry only stop every now and then
Teen years saw me typing them out like a noted sage
spilling my heart and lost love crushes all in a rage
As an adult I slowed down only to drink in my wife's love
pen was as silently dead as was the mountaintop far above
Cast aside, my pen soon called me back to inspiring heights
tossing out words of true love, jealousy and midnight fights
Middle age I had penned a book of three hundred works
shown only to friends, never to the many foolish jerks
Now returning to splash a few bright colors back on
memory willing I can play and sing a few new songs
Hope to write my last verse at ripe old age of ninety-nine
even if it is bad just making it will be so damn fine!-- :laugh:---Tyr 05-07-2014
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[Post 85]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2014 11:41 PM
A Father's Love For, Son's Great Gift
The wonder of childhood still resides in this father's heart
watching my beautiful son while praying we never grow apart
His tendency to laugh gloriously as he wins any video game
his great love as he calls out so gayly my simple name
A great celebration of the gifts of life he now teaches me
sits deep in this heart and forever, forever it will be
A love precious time surely will bless abundantly as it grows
joys and tribulations as he keeps mother and I on our tippy toes
Joyously still hear the patter of his early morning racing feet
as to our bedroom he runs asking for those special weekend treats
Life will yield ever more of these glorious and loving times
as I record each adoringly in heartfelt and loving little rhymes
Tyr.. 05-07-2014
Inspired tonight as our son begged to stay up longer to sit in my lap!
Such a charmer he slays me into submission..-Tyr
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[Post 86]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2014 07:17 AM
About , Those Angel Eyes
Silently basking in your soft and gentle light,
living deep within your natural glow
Your precious lips tell all a man ever needs to know
as heaven you cast into the starlight night
That night across the room I first saw those loving eyes
there hope cast into my soul winning your hand and heart
Thoughts of bliss and life that should never see us part
I swore an oath to win you should it take a thousand tries
By your loving side, softly resting in your gentle shade
stars faded to your light as the moon sought your love
Angels dancing in rhythm singing glory from far above
pale against steamy nights and the hot love we made
Your soul and spirit were to cry for
your loving touch to desperately die for
As love sent me play for , to even pray for
heaven and paradise resting in the light of
.....................................................those angel eyes!
05-08-2014
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[Post 87]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-10-2014 09:43 PM
Ode to a Princess
her beautiful singing voice was joy
her gentleness was known so well
at her birth angels sang
flowers envy her aura and smell
blue tears from loving heart
rest in her soft, admirable soul
for never again did spirit rest
until his love she find and know
ever joyful in her imagined fate
she rejected worldly troubles and fears
and birthed treasures to disperse
along with heavenly and happy tears
the years have flown by since her gifts
blessed those she met in giving days
as her time was granted from heaven above
and her treasures so freely given away! --- Tyr 05-10-2014
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[Post 88]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-11-2014 09:54 PM
I am now 2 weeks into a rather large poetry forum that one of my friends invited me to join.
There I currently have 86 poem posted . Some few that have won contests there. This is my most recent offering and it was done on a dare. My friend knows I have never publicly presented any of my private writes that I only have ever given to past lovers. He dared me to present a very hot one. Had to be hot!!
Bet me 50 bucks. Tomorrow he gets to see how it never pays to bet me because when I accept I am almost always assured of winning..
So I rewrote this from memory of a poem I sent to a very special lady friend back in my youth (1973).
It is not 100% of the original but quite close.. Old age a bummer to a memory over 4 decades old. :laugh:
I post it here because poetry is art . And as such it is held to a different standard .
This I hope offends nobody's finer sensibilities as it's not intended to offend at all.
Here it is and take it as presented, an expression of love from a wild young man to a sweet exquisite lover over 40 years ago.. .. one I lost due to my arrogant and prideful vanity.
Lovely Places, Time Never Erases
Pinch me I am bleeding, losing my love that is true
Pinch me I am slowing slipping far , far away from you
Adore me as you once awe struck and lovingly did
taste me as your heart needs my blood to renew
Touch me I am needing, your heart to wed mine again
Touch me I am needing , your true love without end
Lay me in your soft bed to please gently this night
slay my doubts , love me as your lover and a friend
Pleasure me I am awaiting, your needs and sweet delights
Pleasure me I am awaiting, your wet kisses all these nights
undress me slowly as you hold back your delicious moans
eat my love as you are my princess on our private flights
Love me I am hungry, for your sexy curves, hips and lips
Love me I am hungry, for your hottest sexual fantasy trips
Send me on a lust filled journey into your greatest treasure
Soothe me until my satisfaction explodes, burst or rips
Teach me I am willing, to explore your exquisite private places
Teach me I am willing, to drive your pleasure until time erases
all thoughts except rose burst into your sweet red-hot flower
tasting your heavenly sexual delights leaving white love traces.... Tyr
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[Post 89]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2014 08:30 AM
New version rewritten this morning to enter contest with. -Tyr
Lovely Places, Time Never Erases
Heal me I am bleeding, losing my love that is so true
Heal me I am bleeding, ever slipping far away from you
Adore me as you once love struck and faithfully did
taste me as your heart needs my blood to renew
Touch me I am needing, your heart to wed mine again
Touch me I am needing , your true love without end
Lay me in your soft bed to please gently this night
slay my doubts , love me as your lover and a friend
Pleasure me I am awaiting, your needs and sweet delights
Pleasure me I am awaiting, your wet kisses all these nights
undress me slowly as you hold back your delicious moans
eat my love as you are my princess on our private flights
Love me I am hungry, for your sexy curves, hips and lips
Love me I am hungry, for your hottest sexual fantasy trips
Send me on a lust filled journey into your greatest treasure
Soothe me until my satisfaction explodes, burst or rips
Teach me I am willing, to explore your exquisite private places
Teach me I am willing, to drive your pleasure until time erases
all thoughts except rose-bursts into your sweet red-hot flower
tasting your heavenly sexual delights leaving white love traces....
Robert L. , rewritten 05-11-2014
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[Post 90]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2014 09:05 AM
A Poor Unfortunate
His hoss went dead an' his mule went lame;
He lost six cows in a poker game;
A harricane came on a summer's day,
An' carried the house whar' he lived away;
Then a airthquake come when that wuz gone,
An' swallered the lan' that the house stood on!
An' the tax collector,
he
come roun'
An' charged him up fer the hole in the groun'!
An' the city marshal-he come in view
An' said he wanted his street tax, too!
II
Did he moan an' sigh? Did he set an' cry
An' cuss the harricane sweepin' by?
Did he grieve that his ol' friends failed to call
When the airthquake come an' swallered all?
Never a word o' blame he said,
With all them troubles on top his head!
Not
him
…. He clumb to the top o' the hill-
Whar' standin' room wuz left him still,
An', barin' his head, here's what he said:
'I reckon it's time to git up an' git;
But, Lord, I hain't had the measels yit!'
Frank Lebby Stanton
Simply brilliant.... Seems he predicted future government actions.- :laugh:-Tyr
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[Post 91]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2014 08:05 PM
Imagination Castle
Sailing within the realm of imagination rewards
all the soul, spirit and love that lives within
Flying among the clouds of fantasy,life and poetry
gently inspires and kisses the hearts of women and men
Standing firm among the angels that wrap our glittering souls
destiny changes at our mere whim and flight-filled fancy
Running alongside our beloved sends whimsical sparks to stir
all treasure that romantic love and beautiful sex ever holds!
Resting upon journeys travelled deeply into huge, magical realms
stamps our spirit with a solace and calm forever sought by man
Racing into love filled fantasies so deep angels must help us out
sail, fly, stand, run, rest or race imagination creates any place!
Be rich in your great fancies and solid in your brilliant dreams
love conquers all and all can be far more than it first seems!
Tyr-- 05-13-2014
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[Post 92]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-14-2014 09:14 AM
A Storm's Wrath
thunder from dark, dark skies once were they brilliant blue
swirling are the leaves that mighty wind has now thrown
buckets of cold hard rain the starved earth does quench
as gliding winged eagles do fly among the darkened clouds
strong waves of storm's might pushing them soaring all about
as lightning strikes objects resting tall upon sodden ground
life marvels at Nature's massive stormy blasts and loud show
hiding now are the creatures that earlier were out to play
spiteful wind rips the trees that stand defiantly in it's way
floods fill the deep burrows where so many wild critters hide
with no fear of Nature's wrath and it's dark, stormy wet ride
time stops Nature's wrath slowly gliding along it's endless path...
Tyr- 05-13-2014
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[Post 93]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-16-2014 08:09 AM
From Kipling
The Ballad of Boh Da Thone
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.*
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His sword and his rifle were bossed with gold,
And the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore
Was stiff with bullion, but stiffer with gore.
He shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak
From the Salween scrub to the Chindwin teak:
He crucified noble, he sacrificed mean,
He filled old ladies with kerosene:
While over the water the papers cried,
"The patriot fights for his countryside!"
But little they cared for the Native Press,
The worn white soldiers in Khaki dress,
Who tramped through the jungle and camped in the byre,
Who died in the swamp and were tombed in the mire,
Who gave up their lives, at the Queen's Command,
For the Pride of their Race and the Peace of the Land.
Now, first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone
Was Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone,
And his was a Company, seventy strong,
Who hustled that dissolute Chief along.
There were lads from Galway and Louth and Meath
Who went to their death with a joke in their teeth,
And worshipped with fluency, fervour, and zeal
The mud on the boot-heels of "Crook" O'Neil.
But ever a blight on their labours lay,
And ever their quarry would vanish away,
Till the sun-dried boys of the Black Tyrone
Took a brotherly interest in Boh Da Thone:
And, sooth, if pursuit in possession ends,
The Boh and his trackers were best of friends.
The word of a scout -- a march by night --
A rush through the mist -- a scattering fight --
A volley from cover -- a corpse in the clearing --
The glimpse of a loin-cloth and heavy jade earring --
The flare of a village -- the tally of slain --
And. . .the Boh was abroad on the raid again!
They cursed their luck, as the Irish will,
They gave him credit for cunning and skill,
They buried their dead, they bolted their beef,
And started anew on the track of the thief
Till, in place of the "Kalends of Greece", men said,
"When Crook and his darlings come back with the head."
They had hunted the Boh from the hills to the plain --
He doubled and broke for the hills again:
They had crippled his power for rapine and raid,
They had routed him out of his pet stockade,
And at last, they came, when the Daystar tired,
To a camp deserted -- a village fired.
A black cross blistered the morning-gold,
And the body upon it was stark and cold.
The wind of the dawn went merrily past,
The high grass bowed her plumes to the blast.
And out of the grass, on a sudden, broke
A spirtle of fire, a whorl of smoke --
And Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone
Was blessed with a slug in the ulnar-bone --
The gift of his enemy Boh Da Thone.
(Now a slug that is hammered from telegraph-wire
Is a thorn in the flesh and a rankling fire.)
. . . . .
The shot-wound festered -- as shot-wounds may
In a steaming barrack at Mandalay.
The left arm throbbed, and the Captain swore,
"I'd like to be after the Boh once more!"
The fever held him -- the Captain said,
"I'd give a hundred to look at his head!"
The Hospital punkahs creaked and whirred,
But Babu Harendra (Gomashta) heard.
He thought of the cane-brake, green and dank,
That girdled his home by the Dacca tank.
He thought of his wife and his High School son,
He thought -- but abandoned the thought -- of a gun.
His sleep was broken by visions dread
Of a shining Boh with a silver head.
He kept his counsel and went his way,
And swindled the cartmen of half their pay.
. . . . .
And the months went on, as the worst must do,
And the Boh returned to the raid anew.
But the Captain had quitted the long-drawn strife,
And in far Simoorie had taken a wife;
And she was a damsel of delicate mould,
With hair like the sunshine and heart of gold,
And little she knew the arms that embraced
Had cloven a man from the brow to the waist:
And little she knew that the loving lips
Had ordered a quivering life's eclipse,
Or the eye that lit at her lightest breath
Had glared unawed in the Gates of Death.
(For these be matters a man would hide,
As a general rule, from an innocent Bride.)
And little the Captain thought of the past,
And, of all men, Babu Harendra last.
. . . . .
But slow, in the sludge of the Kathun road,
The Government Bullock Train toted its load.
Speckless and spotless and shining with ghi,
In the rearmost cart sat the Babu-jee.
And ever a phantom before him fled
Of a scowling Boh with a silver head.
Then the lead-cart stuck, though the coolies slaved,
And the cartmen flogged and the escort raved;
And out of the jungle, with yells and squeals,
Pranced Boh Da Thone, and his gang at his heels!
Then belching blunderbuss answered back
The Snider's snarl and the carbine's crack,
And the blithe revolver began to sing
To the blade that twanged on the locking-ring,
And the brown flesh blued where the bay'net kissed,
As the steel shot back with a wrench and a twist,
And the great white oxen with onyx eyes
Watched the souls of the dead arise,
And over the smoke of the fusillade
The Peacock Banner staggered and swayed.
Oh, gayest of scrimmages man may see
Is a well-worked rush on the G.B.T.!
The Babu shook at the horrible sight,
And girded his ponderous loins for flight,
But Fate had ordained that the Boh should start
On a lone-hand raid of the rearmost cart,
And out of that cart, with a bellow of woe,
The Babu fell -- flat on the top of the Boh!
For years had Harendra served the State,
To the growth of his purse and the girth of his p]^et.
There were twenty stone, as the tally-man knows,
On the broad of the chest of this best of Bohs.
And twenty stone from a height discharged
Are bad for a Boh with a spleen enlarged.
Oh, short was the struggle -- severe was the shock --
He dropped like a bullock -- he lay like a block;
And the Babu above him, convulsed with fear,
Heard the labouring life-breath hissed out in his ear.
And thus in a fashion undignified
The princely pest of the Chindwin died.
. . . . .
Turn now to Simoorie where, lapped in his ease,
The Captain is petting the Bride on his knees,
Where the whit of the bullet, the wounded man's scream
Are mixed as the mist of some devilish dream --
Forgotten, forgotten the sweat of the shambles
Where the hill-daisy blooms and the gray monkey gambols,
From the sword-belt set free and released from the steel,
The Peace of the Lord is on Captain O'Neil.
. . . . .
Up the hill to Simoorie -- most patient of drudges --
The bags on his shoulder, the mail-runner trudges.
"For Captain O'Neil, Sahib. One hundred and ten
Rupees to collect on delivery."
Then
(Their breakfast was stopped while the screw-jack and hammer
Tore waxcloth, split teak-wood, and chipped out the dammer;)
Open-eyed, open-mouthed, on the napery's snow,
With a crash and a thud, rolled -- the Head of the Boh!
And gummed to the scalp was a letter which ran: --
"IN FIELDING FORCE SERVICE.
Encampment,
10th Jan.
"Dear Sir, -- I have honour to send, as you said,
For final approval (see under) Boh's Head;
"Was took by myself in most bloody affair.
By High Education brought pressure to bear.
"Now violate Liberty, time being bad,
To mail V.P.P. (rupees hundred) Please add
"Whatever Your Honour can pass. Price of Blood
Much cheap at one hundred, and children want food;
"So trusting Your Honour will somewhat retain
True love and affection for Govt. Bullock Train,
"And show awful kindness to satisfy me,
I am,
Graceful Master,
Your
H. MUKERJI."
. . . . .
As the rabbit is drawn to the rattlesnake's power,
As the smoker's eye fills at the opium hour,
As a horse reaches up to the manger above,
As the waiting ear yearns for the whisper of love,
From the arms of the Bride, iron-visaged and slow,
The Captain bent down to the Head of the Boh.
And e'en as he looked on the Thing where It lay
'Twixt the winking new spoons and the napkins' array,
The freed mind fled back to the long-ago days --
The hand-to-hand scuffle -- the smoke and the blaze --
The forced march at night and the quick rush at dawn --
The banjo at twilight, the burial ere morn --
The stench of the marshes -- the raw, piercing smell
When the overhand stabbing-cut silenced the yell --
The oaths of his Irish that surged when they stood
Where the black crosses hung o'er the Kuttamow flood.
As a derelict ship drifts away with the tide
The Captain went out on the Past from his Bride,
Back, back, through the springs to the chill of the year,
When he hunted the Boh from Maloon to Tsaleer.
As the shape of a corpse dimmers up through deep water,
In his eye lit the passionless passion of slaughter,
And men who had fought with O'Neil for the life
Had gazed on his face with less dread than his wife.
For she who had held him so long could not hold him --
Though a four-month Eternity should have controlled him --
But watched the twin Terror -- the head turned to head --
The scowling, scarred Black, and the flushed savage Red --
The spirit that changed from her knowing and flew to
Some grim hidden Past she had never a clue to.
But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing,
And muttered aloud, "So you kept that jade earring!"
Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend,
"Old man, you fought well, but you lost in the end."
. . . . .
The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion: --
"He took what I said in this horrible fashion,
"I'll write to Harendra!" With language unsainted
The Captain came back to the Bride. . .who had fainted.
. . . . .
And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie
And look at their baby, a twelve-month old Houri,
A pert little, Irish-eyed Kathleen Mavournin --
She's always about on the Mall of a mornin' --
And you'll see, if her right shoulder-strap is displaced,
This: Gules upon argent, a Boh's Head, erased!
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[Post 94]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-17-2014 10:29 AM
Standing In Bitter Rain
Standing in this deep, lonesome rain
confusion is my only friend
Agony of great death and pain
as loss cries the weakness of mortal men!
Are we mortals destined for greater
as we wander here ever so lost
Our end so often sooner than later
is love only ever worth the high cost!
In this cold wetness the hurt only grows
as seconds turn to dark blue hours
The loss of my sweetheart only grows
bitter is the death of my loving flower!
Standing in this cold, hard wet chill
love again only can ever save me
That thought tasting as a very bitter pill
do I dare ever let go of my loving Amy!
Tyr-- 05-17-2014
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[Post 95]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-18-2014 07:25 PM
My newest write birthed today to enter into a contest using --imagination-- as the primary key..
The Monster, the Saving Deed
A clawed hook through the locked door she did ease
unlocking the door so silently and quick
breathtakingly sweet was the smell of freedom now
no more sadistic monster to obey and please!
A ghastly tribulation began many decades ago
captured and imprisoned in dark cell below
beaten into submission to a dark , jealous beast
locked in glass cage naked , alone and for show
Iron will and steel mind this maiden did keep
with desperate hope to one day be free
from this prison so deep and wretchedly dark
consoled by bravery and heart refusing to weep
Years dragged by as her tormentor often did please
to inflict pain and degradation upon her soul
each visit bringing more misery and pain than last
clinging to future that held hope of freedom to seize
Waking to find herself no longer a young maid waiting
the mirror revealed her beauty and youth now lost
anger drove her soul, heart and mind to ever endure
her iron resolve gifted never to let hope start fading
Memories of deep lashes from stinging rawhide whips
blood soaked floor and waking to agonizing pain
maiden prepared for her hopeful chance every day
dreams of boarding any of the imaginary rescue ships
Now time too had ravaged her body and iron will
a struggle to hold the will for a future freedom try
cold , dark , lonely nights too many to ever forget
miseries faced with pain and coldly desperate chill
She had counted each visit to be once every week
the monster sought it's love of inflicting great hurt
silently screaming each chance so cruelly dashed
as freedom became less like a ship to hopefully seek
Yet she had nothing else to grip or dare hold dear
intense pain and deep blues became her prison mates
memories of lost love ones steeled her deep resolve
as a clever and daring plan became so very crystal clear
Dare she attempt to slay the hideous and massive beast
as it lay resting by her tortured and beaten body
seize it's weapon so loosely held upon it's left side
stab, stab, and stab until it's evil life was released
Fateful day arrived as she felt no longer dared to wait
beast entered to beat her down as never had before
the monster then laid resting quietly by her aching side
soaking in her brutal savage pain as fruits gladly ate
Quietly she turned to reach for that golden short sword
the beast resting saw nor heard her carefully planned moves
cutting loose the ropes binding her bruised and battered arms
stab, stab and stab deeply her evil, tormenting beastly Lord
Franticly she searched everywhere for the freedom giving key
finding none she begged and cried for precious help please
she saw the shape of it's hideously clawed left hook
a short sword stroke and soon she would be finally free
A clawed hook through the locked door she did ease
unlocking the door so silently and quick
breathtakingly sweet was the smell of freedom now
with no more sadistic monster to obey and please!
Tyr- 05-18-2014
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[Post 96]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-18-2014 11:10 PM
Changed my entry into the imagination contest, sat here and created a much shorter
write to enter.. Here it is...
Imagination Soars, Reality Fades
Imagination engulfs my tortured and half-hearted soul
flying with eagles, slaying dragons and away I go
No restraints to destroy my spirited and fantasy mind
talking with spirits and they replying back in kind!
Stepping lightly into magical and dangerous dark realms
loving in public , sailing ships with myself at the helm
Fighting mighty beasts that bite, slash and eat brave men
winning out against all odds , pride and glory at the end!
Piloting great , powerful starships deep into outer space
always a hero regardless of courage, size, power or race
Remaking stories as quick as my mind can think of more
counting treasure, saving lives and always keeping score!
Imagination saves my uneventful and lonesome boring life
saving the world, bringing peace, destroying every strife
Sing me a song and I can dream it's vibrant color and tale
needing no Aladdin's lamp or well used wishing well !
Tyr-- 05-18-2014
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[Post 97]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 05-19-2014 12:42 AM
You got gold in your mouth
We ain't see no gold since the priests left
You got silver on your wrists
We ain't seen no silver since the airplane crash last year
You got blue shining skies we got the sun in our eyes
And we're going blind
We don't want your money we want mine
You got shoes on your feet
We ain't seen no shoes since the soldiers came
You got food in your mouth
And that ain't even funny
You got blue shining skies we got the sun in our eyes
And we're going blind
We don't want your money we want mine
If we should threaten you we're wasting our time
If we appeal to you we're wasting our time
But if we ask you very nicely please be kind
We don't want your money we want mine
"We Want Mine" by John Palumbo
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[Post 98]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 05-19-2014 10:12 PM
If anyone wonders, the above is among my all-time favorite song lyrics.
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[Post 99]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-19-2014 11:23 PM
If anyone wonders, the above is among my all-time favorite song lyrics.
That's pretty damn good! Never heard of that band, will check out their other songs now..
I saw the lyrics in the other post and asked you if it was poetry or song.
I thought most likely song because it just had that feel to it.
Whomever wrote the lyrics has a poet's heart , that's for sure! -Tyr
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[Post 100]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-20-2014 09:55 AM
Written this morn for another contest...
Silver Chalice of Hope
Once chased that Silver Chalice with abandon and glee
life as yet unlived and fate yet to test,
the bounty , purity and sweetness from my living tree
days turned to years as Chalice was laid to rest
Joys, births , deaths and sorrows all cut deeply into me
Silver Chalice desperately sought yet never found,
journeying ever forward with this trust my sacred key
Silver Chalice or not , this soul is still Heaven bound!
Tyr-- 05-20-2014
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[Post 101]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 05-20-2014 10:50 AM
IMHO, John Palumbo is one of the most talented song writers ever. His lyrics are very sharp and acerbic.
Another remarkable song by Crack The Sky, about nuclear apathy.
Standing room only at L.A.X.
I trade my ticket for some cigarettes
I won't believe it till they disappear
President's hiding on a submarine
See how he runs away from history
I won't believe it till they disappear
I won't believe it till I disappear
After all we've been through
Doesn't it seem a little bit funny to you
We should all shine from the violet blue
And now we're calling you from the greenhouse
All of the warriors have gone away
I sit and watch the sky, waiting for the rain
I won't believe it till I disappear
I won't believe it till I disappear
I won't believe you till I disappear
After all we've been through
Doesn't it seem a little bit funny to you
We should all shine from the violet blue
And now we're calling you from the greenhouse
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[Post 102]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2014 05:58 PM
What the Angels Whisper
by---- Keith O.J. Hunt
What the Angels Whisper
How hope still clings in the maze of youth,
though a vessel so tender,
not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind
as a ripened daisy,
a fledgling ----
too much a babe for a serpent's wile;
A helping hand awaits in the arms of time,
where moments pass to eternity,
the winds are hushed with reprieve,
always,
there is a friend staring to dawn
From love roars the mightiest wind,
of a warmth most enduring,
The rose sifts most sweet
in youthful shallows,
not deep of a withered old;
ere anger is bred and seasoned,
tamed to mother's ease,
The old man forgets, the harridan scoffs
while the child rides the winds
of rosy-dawns and soft remembrance,
somehow, the ancient are redeemed
Let love speak her tender tongue,
atop mountains too aloft for wicked ears,
Soothe she the weeping wayward,
the broken bone, fevers ungodly;
though she is mysterious to the ignorant,
confounds the tyrant in his self-genius ----
only God could know her name,
whispered infinite
(she is love)
** Excerpt from my epic ' The Blood of the Prophets'
(unfinished as of yet)**
A fantastic write by one of my friends .. --Tyr
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[Post 103]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2014 06:03 PM
No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead
If Death should call, let me go free;
It's only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
Beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
But float on myriad colored air
And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars
And ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
Forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
As if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
Nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
Rejoice with me who wished it so.
It's not a morbid, ghastly thought
But one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
Beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
Where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffer me
From galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
The soul from one who does not fear;
That soul is borne up in his arms
In ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.
by Faye Gibson
Another fine write by another friend of mine.. -Tyr
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[Post 104]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-23-2014 09:12 AM
Ode To , We Dead
Ode To , We Dead
We dead, dine it darkened solitudes,
man void of loves, hates and attitudes
We dead, chase no longer mortal dream,
no longer lie, steal, cheat or scheme
We dead, favor no great lusting beauty,
having no appetite for sex or duty
We dead, grant no great requested favor,
gift the rose or smell the flavor
We dead, will not speak words of praise,
never unless our souls are blessed to raise
We dead, spirit silenced in passing time,
cast down with no living tree to climb
We dead, sleep ever in coldly silent repose,
crushed the life of beauty and fair rose
We dead , hear no sweet words of mortal loves
no music , no cooing of loving turtle doves
We dead, find no pleasure in our dark rest,
no life, love or joy in giving our very best
We dead, shout no songs of beautiful glory,
long past lived , awaiting another story
We dead, laid in for sleep and resting days,
no longer actors in everyday mortal plays...
We dead, send no warm comfort to our friends,
cold is this dark, damp ground we reside in
We dead, no longer birth life loving dreams,
drink from cold, running mountain streams
We dead , no longer sing of praise and glory,
resting here awaiting another spiritual story
We dead, can not act to erase our many mistakes,
cold regret deepens pain in these darkened lakes
Tyr- 05-23-2014
Written a few moments ago for another poetry contest.. --Tyr
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[Post 105]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-24-2014 02:04 PM
I hope you may enjoy this write. I finished it moments ago , having wrote it for a
special themed competition.
Had in mind twice as many lines but a limit was placed upon the length. I dearly
hate such limits(when imposed) because they restrain the author's creativity..-Tyr
Flowers of the Curious Mind
Sent were flowers of the curious mind
following echoes of Cantu's muse
No curses , words grossly unkind
insults hidden deeply in clever ruse
Dare not stab sweet music of mortal man
with deeds sordidly played tho' sweet
Transgress not Nature's surviving plan
with arrogant contempt born of defeat
Embrace life's melody as a lost friend
dancing within it's tune so fine
Live, live gloriously until life's end
drink, drink richly of it's finest wine!
05-24-2014
Having had so many that placed recently and some taking first place I
decided to compose one for this special contest although its not my usual
practice to be so rigidly limited.. --Tyr
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[Post 106]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-26-2014 09:57 AM
A great write from a talented poet, from my new poetry home.
A tribute to our soldiers on this holiday ! -Tyr
A Soldier’s Plight
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Wanderers in the present, future, past
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
A pebble in the vision of their night
A shadow just outside the livings grasp
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Sad echo of the tin-clad fallen knight
Heroes, adrift in life’s unfeeling lapse,
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
Our eyes cast down, our scarred hands clenching tight
Warriors, still responding to the task,
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
We share the bond of those condemned to fight
Old battles that still haunt their daytime naps
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
Our shadows pass with simple nod of kin
Acknowledging, in loneliness, a friend.
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight.
John G. Lawless
5/26/2014
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[Post 107]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-26-2014 07:42 PM
Distant Thoughts
Diamonds shattering just behind her family's door
for the life of her dear father is no more!
Fate set it's seal too early upon her young life
results of a great tragedy born of mental strife
Death brought shadows blocking out healing light
no more beautiful sunrise as all is darkest night
Wickedly it's daggers into that soul deeply cut
misery and pain sole companions in this tragic rut
So very relentless are such deep heartache blues
often birthed on strange paths one did not choose
Father lost in desperation of mental illness's haze
poison taken to end his painful and confusing days
Silently reading from the one great spiritual book
a mourning , soulful repose daughter now took
Seeking solace as she gazed into another realm
a journey on rescue ship , beloved Savior at the helm!
Tyr- 05-26-2014
Written this morn for another contest...
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[Post 108]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-27-2014 05:34 PM
Distant Thoughts
Diamonds shattering just behind her family's door
for the life of her dear father is no more!
Fate set it's seal too early upon her young life
results of a great tragedy born of mental strife
Death brought shadows blocking out healing light
no more beautiful sunrise as all is darkest night
Wickedly it's daggers into that soul deeply cut
misery and pain sole companions in this tragic rut
So very relentless are such deep heartache blues
often birthed on strange paths one did not choose
Father lost in desperation of mental illness's haze
poison taken to end his painful and confusing days
Silently reading from the one great spiritual book
a mourning , soulful repose daughter now took
Seeking solace as she gazed into another realm
a journey on rescue ship , beloved Savior at the helm!
Tyr- 05-26-2014
Written for a contest ... subject was the girl in the picture, reading a book while sitting under a massive tree. She was looking up and away in the picture..
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[Post 109]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-27-2014 07:22 PM
Written by: Rudyard Kipling
If..
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
This is the poem I love most, admire most and try to live by..
Its author not only a hero, an honorable man but also a poet of renown fame.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.. -Tyr
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[Post 110]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-28-2014 05:23 PM
In The Shadowland
In the Shadowland , where heartache and sorrow reign supreme,
"darkness of pain" marches in the ever gloomy fields
with misery galloping and splashing in the tragic streams
as the blues stir the worries to ever increase the yields!
Sadness sings it's stampeding herd of very desperate woes,
"pangs of loss" dancing in the darkened forests deep
stomping with glee all yet "untouched" fingers and toes
as solace, healing and recovery so sound and deeply sleeps!
In the Shadowland, where loneliness and desperation screams,
"evils of hate" invade and torment the ill hurting mind
shady little , dark spirits slash away restful little dreams
with sharpened knives slicing up any words peaceful or kind!
Tyr, 05-28-2014
This is a rewrite from a poem I wrote back in the 80's.
A bit shorter as rewritten and not an exact replication but
my memory at 60 lags a tad. This was the results from having
gone through a brutal divorce
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[Post 111]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-28-2014 09:25 PM
Undying Love
For you I would drain the ocean blue
fight it's fearsome monsters too
Sail the stormy ship smashing seas
buy the bank giving you the keys
For you I would slap a tiger in it's cage
dance bare naked upon a public stage
Knock mighty mountains down to gravel
across barren deserts swiftly travel
For you I would change my life
cut my own throat with a knife
Dive into a bottomless dark pit
do anything but , but commit!
For you baby, anything but commit!
Tyr-- 05-28-2014
Travelled that road for 7 years as a young man between marraiges...
Greatly fear to committ because it meant opening my heart to
unbearable pain again. It took a miracle for me to overcome
and right on time 21 years later I got blind-sided again.
Live and learn...
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[Post 112]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-30-2014 09:29 AM
Written by: Rudyard Kipling
If..
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
This is the poem I love most, admire most and try to live by..
Its author not only a hero, an honorable man but also a poet of renown fame.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.. -Tyr
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1146109/The-remarkable-story-Rudyard-Kiplings-If--swashbuckling-renegade-inspired-it.html
This week, Rudyard Kipling's If, that epic evocation of the British virtues of a 'stiff upper lip' and stoicism in the face of adversity, will once again be named as the nation's favourite poem.
The choice will certainly reignite the debate about whether it is, in fact, a great poem - which T. S. Eliot insisted it was not, describing it instead as 'great verse' - or a 'good bad' poem, as Orwell called it.
Indeed, when it was last acclaimed as our favourite 14 years ago, one newspaper dismissed it as 'jingoistic nonsense', while another praised it as 'unforgettable'.
What is not in doubt is that Kipling's four eight-line stanzas of advice to his son, written in 1909, have inspired the nation for a century.
Two of its most resonant lines, 'If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same', stand above the players' entrance to the Centre Court at Wimbledon.
My own father gave a copy to me when I was ten and I carried it around in my wallet for the next 15 years. He felt it was the perfect advice for a son born at the end of the last world war, who could not know what triumphs and disasters lay ahead.
But few of the thousands who have voted for If as their favourite poem (in a poll for radio station Classic FM) know the remarkable story that lies behind the lines published in Kipling's collection of short stories and poems, Rewards And Fairies, in 1910.
For the unlikely truth is that they were composed by the Indian-born Kipling to celebrate the achievements of a man betrayed and imprisoned by the British Government - the Scots-born colonial adventurer Dr Leander Starr Jameson.
Although it may not seem so to the millions who can recite its famous first line ('If you can keep your head when all about you'), If is also a bitter condemnation of the British Government led by Lord Salisbury, and the duplicity of its Colonial Secretary Joseph Chamberlain, for covertly supporting Dr Jameson's raid against the Boers in South Africa's Transvaal in 1896, only to condemn him when the raid failed.
Kipling was a friend of Jameson and was introduced to him, so scholars believe, by another colonial friend and adventurer: Cecil Rhodes, the financier and statesman who extracted a vast fortune from Britain's burgeoning African empire by taking substantial stakes in both diamond and gold mines in southern Africa.
In Kipling's autobiography, Something Of Myself, published in 1937, the year after his death at the age of 70, he acknowledges the inspiration for If in a single reference: 'Among the verses in Rewards was one set called If - they were drawn from Jameson's character, and contained counsels of perfection most easy to give.'
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[Post 113]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-30-2014 05:23 PM
Who Am I
Who am I to question gifts of fate
has not life been kind,
ample food been laid upon my plate?
Did not fate bless me with true love
even righting two wrongs,
given me children to be in awe of?
Will not future continue to give
providing days to joy in,
life to sail in and hope to live?
Should not my soul reach far above
ordinary petty gripes,
that so often tarnish greater love?
Can not I dream of more heavenly bliss
walking in generous treks,
slaying pain from serpent's deadly kiss
Shall not fate continue to bequieve
time to plan more of,
love for family and life before I leave?
Who am I to dare question all of this
as if ignorant of,
great love and treasures I did not miss!
Tyr--- 05-30-2014
Inspired by my being, a blessed man, grateful for life and now humbled
by a long trail of blessings set upon my path..
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[Post 114]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-31-2014 08:02 PM
Below is the poem entitled Crying River which was written by poet SKAT A .
Read Poems by SKAT A
Crying River (The Untold Ballad)
Undercover waters of rain dashing
The children are cold, no longer splashing
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem, -shallow basin
She cries, a tune,
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her winds, Pretty Chains O' Lake
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from its garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain
When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's awake during winter's rain torrents and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, icy cold naps, bayous shutting up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps
A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan
~SKAT~
A brilliant write by my friend Skat A.
I hope you enjoy it as I did..... -------Tyr
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[Post 115]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-02-2014 09:17 PM
Father's Day Tribute To My Dad
So many Father's days that you and I can not share
so very much has happened that I needed you there
My first time learning to drive that 'ole truck
my first job , sweating so hard to make a buck!
Strange new feelings after my first real date
somebody to help me when I got her home so late
A shoulder to lean on when I lost my first love
a loving hand to often give me a much needed shove!
Words of wisdom when I faced losing my great job
gentle mercies spoken when I finally broke and sob
Steady influences to curb my very wild young ways
your love to hold so very dear all my earthly days!
The awesome joy of the birth of my first beautiful son
the shared happiness of my house build finally done
Shared journeys of our treasured families happily living
the great blessings you were always so joyously giving!
On this forty-fifth Father's day desperately missing you
I thank God for the fifteen loving years shared , we two
Knowing you are looking down with prideful ,loving heart
two spirits and loves joined together are never truly apart!
Tyr-- 06-01-2014
Forty -five years now and rarely a day goes by that I do not
still greatly miss my Dad. He was truly one of a kind and a
very loving and generous man.. Greatest man I've ever known..
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[Post 116]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-03-2014 09:05 AM
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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[Post 117]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-04-2014 09:05 PM
Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes
Calming clouds float into my dream
fish flop happily onto my grill
Ducks quacking loudly taking to wing
Nature yawns and begins it's daily thrill
Forest fights the coming mist
night owls hourly call
Flowers groan and silently twist
woodpeckers hear it all
Cool streams flow on wet earth
bees gather for all they are worth
Snakes slither into the weeds
earth's beauty serves man's greater needs
Night sky glows like a hot candle
treasures, more than one man can handle
Moon sheds it's glittering skin
life explodes in the heart of men
Earth shimmers dancing in perfect time
poets sing rejoicing so deeply in rhyme...........
Tyr--- 06-02--2014
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[Post 118]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-07-2014 11:16 AM
A Narrative,
The Mysterious Gift The Old Sailor Built
or The Mysterious Lost Love Quest
The old man dusted himself off and quickly started on his merry way
this his last port was where his desperate soul sought to forever stay
Decades of sailing ships from far flung distant foreign shore to shore
now to settle down, live happily the wealthy large life he always swore
This London town was so very large and busy , seemed just so right
no more dueling spirits , common sense had won the mighty, bitter fight
A huge bag of gems he had hidden in his weathered , trusty old sea bag
great massive and fabulous wealth of which he dare to never ever brag
Tomorrow he would soon seek out his trusted old London banking friend
buy that great huge mansion , so much money he had to now spend!
Years had flown buy and his name and fame had so very greatly grown
so had the dark rumors, gossip of his wealth and all that he owned
He laughed heartedly as the overly outlandish , mysterious tall tales
was he a mercenary, a murdering pirate or lost son of the Prince of Wales
Had he not just bought a fleet of the fastest ocean going merchant ships
hustling back so very many costly wonders in dozens of daring trips
Now his bold plan was just about to bear it's much sought after fruits
a legend he would birth and forever establish his name , fame and roots!
In secret he alone would assemble this very massive, awe inspiring gift
to better serve this great city, the nation, the world, and to so uplift
Much more time was all he was praying for and ever going to now need
such fame was sure to come for accomplishing this truly fantastic deed
Months turned into years as he worked intensely, franticly night and day
never allowing too much rest, sleep or pleasure to ever impede his way
So very close was the great journey coming to it's blessed, joyous end
soon, so very soon, the world would welcome this magnificent Godsend!
At last, Eureka! the massive undertaking is finished, so very well done
all sweat , pain , great costs aside he had now finally, finally won!
Never again would people look down or insultingly call out his name
the nation , the world, all mankind would declare his great fame!
Life would finally mean something and his long lost love would now See!
she had chosen the wrong man and now together they could finally be
Early next morn he flung open the massive double wide solid oak doors
revealing genius, the gift that all the world would now so richly adore!
Just then the moment became far too much for him to ever withstand
the success, the great crusade, the magnificence of his winning plan
First the dizziness and dull roar blasted deeply into his aching head
calamity struck so quickly , he fell knocking over the lamp instead
Flames now raced around his body lying face down and so very small
nobody saw the gift he had moved heaven and earth to secretly install
All burned to ashes, the success that his "lost love" was never to see!
such love, force of will came to naught, that's how wicked Fate can be!
A tale that a grizzly old sailor drunk on whiskey once dared to tell me
finished with the declaration that only He knew what that gift be!
For many hours I bought my new friend drink after drink to cleverly find
the secret , the secret he guarded so well and held deep in his mind
As the tavern was about to close he leaned over to whisper softly to me
mysteries abound, life is hard and devils hide in the deep blue sea
Hardly a day goes by that I don't remember his last words and smile
life is a loud roar on a mighty wave , so ride it in good cheer and style!
Tyr, 06-06-2014
What did he build that we never get to enjoy???
Mysteries do abound...
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[Post 119]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2014 11:38 PM
This O' So Fine Night
This fine night joy awaits a coming dawn,
rain wets the world and grass grows wickedly on my front lawn
I feel the hanging dew that so quenches,
all Nature's finest jewels and wets all the city park's benches
A cool breeze sits well upon several scenes,
promises of gifts held magically in new day's shining beams
Treasures abound , earth , trees and flowers,
joy climbs sweetly, by the year , day and fate filled hours
This fine night holds promise of coming delights,
sun's glorious shining rise , it's giving beautiful lights!
Tyr , 06-07-2014
So sweet the great love, life so very sublime
joy spreads here and above, as our fate seals time...-Robert L.
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[Post 120]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-15-2014 09:00 AM
A Golden Steed Gallops
A golden steed gallops in my dreams as of late
echoing sounds of my so darkly imagined fate
chastising my wicked deeds of an ill-spent youth
increasing the chasm between bold lies and truth
Flowing trails of gleaming pain fly deep with that race
as precious , sweet memories burn up without a trace
flying away , names and faces of girls I so easily left
broken up like fine crystals falling from a high shelf
An invisible rider brings racing steed to an abrupt halt
as it screams out, yes , you, it's all your damn fault!
why did you not live a sweeter, kinder and gentler life
blame is on you for lost true love , loss of your first wife!
Golden steed stands at a graveyard filled with no headstones
lying about are several sun-bleached and broken white bones
dark wind races in whispering in a very raspy low moan
you are so dead , now you lay cold, dark and so, so alone!
Tyr- 06-13-2014
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[Post 121]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-16-2014 09:29 PM
Old Man Looking Back
Lone figure in the distance looking back from a tall hill
Shades of something familiar that gave me a cold chill
A look , a stand , something strangely calm about the man
Even the sky at his back set the stage like an ordered plan
A trancelike state suddenly seized total control of me!
Then it's voice I could both hear and so clearly see
Look back old man, it voiced with such controlling air
Tingles sped up my back and crackled loudly in my hair
Such mellow and measured speaking with a reassuring calm
Raising both hands he showed a big red star on each palm
These are time marks that send me years forward and back
So many thousands of such journeys, I've even lost track
Stare deeply into one in my left palm , you go back to see
Life you lived , the young , very shy youth you used to be
To return just look intently to the red star on the right
Your mind, body and soul will return in the flash of white
Without any hesitation I did as he told me to act and do
Away in a flash of brilliant white light I quickly flew
Back to the boy fishing lazily under familiar Willow tree
Shocked to see the happy little boy was none other than me!
I then remembered that so lucky day, caught a fish so very big
On a cut cane pole so slender and not much bigger than a twig
Next a flash snatched me to another sweeter place and time
At the local store Mary and I bought two cones for a dime
The bright glow of adoration and baby love on her angel face
Brought a stream of joy for that reflection, time and place
Another flash and light sent me into my young married life
Days of contentment , sweet bliss , love of my first wife
She suddenly walked so gracefuly into that large living room
Glowing like the majestic beauty of fair rose in full bloom
Before I could speak to her , my beloved, away I again flew
A clear voice loudly calling out , return now, I mean you!
Back swiftly to the smiling old man, resting on the tall hill
Then I saw his face clearly, O' what a marvelous great thrill
Looking right at me was my smiling so very much older face
Then in a flash it vanished , gone forever without a trace!
Next I found myself looking again at the very distant hilltop
A voice booms out, look forward young man and do not ever stop!
Tyr, 06-09-2014
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[Post 122]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-19-2014 10:07 AM
Says so much about our society today!!!
A great poet, written long ago.--Tyr
CARL SANDBURG
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was an American writer and editor best known for poetry. He won three Pulitzer Prizes, two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. H. L. Mencken called Sandburg "indubitably an American in every pulse-beat". Sandburg was born in the three-room cottage at 313 East Third Street in Galesburg, Illinois, to Clara Mathilda (née Anderson) and August Sandberg, both of Swedish ancestry. He adopted the nickname "Charles" or "Charlie" in elementary school, at about the same time, he and his two oldest siblings changed the spelling of their last name to "Sandburg". Sandburg died of natural causes in 1967; his ashes were interred under "Remembrance Rock", a granite boulder located behind his birth house.
EXCERPT FROM THE PEOPLE YES
The people yes
The people will live on.
The learning and blundering people will live on.
They will be tricked and sold and again sold
And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds,
The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback,
You can't laugh off their capacity to take it.
The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas.
The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic,
is a vast huddle with many units saying:
"I earn my living.
I make enough to get by
and it takes all my time.
If I had more time
I could do more for myself
and maybe for others.
I could read and study
and talk things over
and find out about things.
It takes time.
I wish I had the time."
The people is a tragic and comic two-face: hero and hoodlum:
phantom and gorilla twisting to moan with a gargoyle mouth:
"They buy me and sell me...it's a game...sometime I'll
break loose..."
Once having marched
Over the margins of animal necessity,
Over the grim line of sheer subsistence
Then man came
To the deeper rituals of his bones,
To the lights lighter than any bones,
To the time for thinking things over,
To the dance, the song, the story,
Or the hours given over to dreaming,
Once having so marched.
Between the finite limitations of the five senses
and the endless yearnings of man for the beyond
the people hold to the humdrum bidding of work and food
while reaching out when it comes their way
for lights beyond the prison of the five senses,
for keepsakes lasting beyond any hunger or death.
This reaching is alive.
The panderers and liars have violated and smutted it.
Yet this reaching is alive yet
for lights and keepsakes.
The people know the salt of the sea
and the strength of the winds
lashing the corners of the earth.
The people take the earth
as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man?
They are in tune and step
with constellations of universal law.
The people is a polychrome,
a spectrum and a prism
held in a moving monolith,
a console organ of changing themes,
a clavilux of color poems
wherein the sea offers fog
and the fog moves off in rain
and the labrador sunset shortens
to a nocturne of clear stars
serene over the shot spray
of northern lights.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can't be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can't hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
"Where to? what next?"
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[Post 123]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-20-2014 09:36 AM
One Day's Magic
Gifted was the magic of words given to me
a sword to cut with or defend as I see
Weapon for good or even evil should I choose
in either I may still cry and sadly lose
Yet should I be insightful and choose good
all may not turn out well but O' it should
Cutting and slicing useful acts to defend
those we love , care for and so 'oft befriend
No great righteous spirit has been gifted
a heavy burden given not one gayly lifted
A price , for seeing and then daring to act
a duty to truth and a crusade based upon facts
One day's magic seems so great a fantastic gift
that is until it's true burden cuts in so swift!
Tyr , 06-20-2014.
written for Freddie's contest, One Day's Magic.
A truly great idea for a contest....
A burden that would crush any person having it,
for man alone can never ever use such power. It would
corrupt his soul and lead to his very destruction IMHO.
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[Post 124]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-26-2014 07:52 PM
Flowers of the Curious Mind
Sent were flowers of the curious mind
following echoes of Cantu's muse
No curses , words grossly unkind
insults hidden deeply in clever ruse!
Dare not stab sweet music of mortal man
with deeds sordidly played tho' sweet
Transgress not Nature's surviving plan
with arrogant contempt born of defeat!
Embrace life's melody as a lost friend
dancing within it's tune so fine
Live, live gloriously until life's end
drink, drink richly of it's finest wine!
Tyr, aka Robert Lindley
This and 21 of my other poems have placed in the win column in the contests entered in so far.
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[Post 125]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-26-2014 10:41 PM
Wrote this tonight for a contest.
A Mountain Step
Slowly came the morning's sharp edge
staggering with a foot off the ledge
high breeze tempts the longing fate
fed by gusts of such ravenous hate
Looking down shifts the wishful step
perhaps a dream and one merely slept
on a mountain so very high and serene
seeing death unfold in a horrid dream
As the shadows raced over the rocks
life jumped up and gave waking knocks
cold fear soon gained the upper hand
sanity returned to the heart of man
Sun peeked around the soft white clouds
Village below rang out with noisy crowds
Robert J. Lindley, 06-26-2014
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[Post 126]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2014 05:33 PM
Give Thanks and Stand Firm
Should your high hopes be so cruelly lost
smashed so savagely by that very fickle fate
Do not give up your precious life to be tossed
upon heaps and dark mounds of festering hate
When your heart feels the thrust of such shame
steel your resolve to a defiant, heroic stand
Defend life and the honor of your family name
with every step taken upon this earthy land
If your spirit gets low think of a mountain tall
send your soul to rest upon it's highest peak
Ignore the slurs and taunts of those so very small
consider the evil for which they so proudly speak
In great triumph soon you will so richly turn
as that wicked vermin flee back to their master
Consider now the reward in which they will burn
thanking God's grace you avoided such a disaster
Should your high hopes so faithfuly be restored
give eternal blessed thanks to our sweet Lord!
Robert J. Lindley 06-28-2014
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[Post 127]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2014 11:51 PM
Uplifting
A warm smile always beats a cold hard frown
gather in that joy bring sweetness on down
Give a positive thought to your worries and cares
imagine billion dollar company you have shares
When distress rears it's massively ugly head
pull those silk covers up and sleep late in bed!
Wake at noon to lay about in comfort all day
imagine a boom and your stock sweetly pays
A warm smile always beats the chill of despair
be a million dollar baby without a single care
Travel the world over in your huge new yacht
relishing in the massive, massive wealth you got
A frown spoils the heart and slashes at love
keep your soul bright and your spirit soaring above!
Robert Lindley 06/28/2014
Sponsor, Elly Wouterse
Encore - anonymous positive , uplifting new sonnet
1 original, for this contest, new written poem about something
beautiful.....
Only the poetry form , sonnet, is acceptable.
Date.
No names
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[Post 128]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-29-2014 08:17 AM
A new sonnet, one that proves Karma bites.. Taken from this man's past life...
Lies And Sad Eyes
Your huge eyes appear bright, blue and so sad
why after all the those rich men you have had?
There was that guy that owned a jewelry store
he gave you so much yet you stole so much more!
There was the dude that owned nine car lots
he figured you out after I showed your spots
Other cat's parents left him massive wealth
you took all he had and ruined his health!
Your big eyes now appear swollen and so very red
Told you I'd endure and torment your silly head
Now you cry and moan for riches you think your due
Life is about family and love yet you haven't a clue!
I gave my all and you refused to ever learn to love
Karma bites you and rewards me blessings from above!
Robert Lindley, 06 -29-2014
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[Post 129]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-03-2014 07:25 AM
The Rare Moment
Sitting here enjoying the hard cascading rain
streams pouring down the very clear window pane
Thoughts streaming around the light in my head
still groggy a bit from a late rise from my bed
Awaiting the hot coffee that will singe my brain
like that sweet victory over hurt, a precious pain
Sitting here enjoying this most precious morn
so very happily pleased my wonderful son was born!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-28-2014
Don't you just love it when life says, " hey life is good,
enjoy your gifts and give thanks" ?
When that happens so often we just soak in the moment but
this time I interrupted mine to offer a short write....
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[Post 130]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-03-2014 07:34 AM
Musings , Wishes and Life
The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom
The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call
The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow
The Forest lives to give beauty and art
wildlife and earthly souls stand far apart
The Sky singeth and the sweet earth reflects
Natures beauty opposite man's many defects
The Soul endures and stays the greatest test
that prove kindness and love serve us best
Robert J. Lindley, 06-26-2014
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[Post 131]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-04-2014 09:38 AM
So far at my new Poetry site these are my results for 9 weeks.
As of now I have 29 top ten wins out of 36 contests completed.
9 first place wins, 7 second place wins, 4 third place wins,
3 fourth place wins, 3 sixth place wins, 1 nineth place win
and 2 tenth place wins.
Of the 7 entries that did not place in the top ten winners category
I received 5 honorable mentions..
Competition there is very tough because every contest
that I've entered had 3 or 4 published poets entered (several that had
more than one poetry book published) and
a few had contests had more than that.
So it appears I do have some small measure of talent in this endeavor.
I now have had published online two of my poems.
At these sites that sought me out....
Check out the beautiful artwork that Sheri at poetryandbeyond.net created just for the featured poem!
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/2014/06/great-lone-tree-so-beautiful-by-robert.html#comment-form
http://www.poetryandbeyond.net/2014/06/27/dew-drops-and-you-by-robert-j-lindley/
This is my record at my home site , PoetrySoup.com
Total Community Points: 21445
# Poems Posted 220
# Unique Comments Made * 995
# Blog Comments Made 52
# Member Contest Entered 53
# Top 10 Finishes in 36 contests judged 29
# Times You Are a Fav Poet 10
# Blog Posts 0
# Contest Sponsored 0
We cache this page, so you may not see the points updated for a
few hours or longer. However, you should see the updates by the
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[Post 132]
Author : Drummond
Date : 07-04-2014 01:01 PM
So far at my new Poetry site these are my results for 9 weeks.
As of now I have 29 top ten wins out of 36 contests completed.
9 first place wins, 7 second place wins, 4 third place wins,
3 fourth place wins, 3 sixth place wins, 1 nineth place win
and 2 tenth place wins.
Of the 7 entries that did not place in the top ten winners category
I received 5 honorable mentions..
Competition there is very tough because every contest
that I've entered had 3 or 4 published poets entered (several that had
more than one poetry book published) and
a few had contests had more than that.
So it appears I do have some small measure of talent in this endeavor.
I now have had published online two of my poems.
At these sites that sought me out....
Check out the beautiful artwork that Sheri at poetryandbeyond.net created just for the featured poem!
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/2014/06/great-lone-tree-so-beautiful-by-robert.html#comment-form
http://www.poetryandbeyond.net/2014/06/27/dew-drops-and-you-by-robert-j-lindley/
This is my record at my home site , PoetrySoup.com
Total Community Points: 21445
# Poems Posted 220
# Unique Comments Made * 995
# Blog Comments Made 52
# Member Contest Entered 53
# Top 10 Finishes in 36 contests judged 29
# Times You Are a Fav Poet 10
# Blog Posts 0
# Contest Sponsored 0
We cache this page, so you may not see the points updated for a
few hours or longer. However, you should see the updates by the
next day.:clap::clap::clap::clap:
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[Post 133]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-13-2014 11:21 AM
A Soldier Remembers
In this evil world a few old men do still truly tell
the battles, gory losses and places their buddies fell
Painting the scenes of such sad and terrible fates
adding in the bloody details , names and sad dates
The old soldiers that lived on to love yet again
rarely ever forget the passing of cherished friend
So often said with a choked chuckle and hearty laugh
citing some other funny deed or terrible little gaffe
To highlight the humanity of that loved and departed soul
a remembrance, a statement so others may yet know
The life and times of a "beloved brother" and "comrade"
that did his very best and gave all he ever had!
To stand his brothers and defend his beloved nation
preserve freedom and gift life to a future generation!
Robert J. Lindley 07-13-2014
Dedicated to ALL soldiers and ALL heroes , fallen
and living!
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[Post 134]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-13-2014 05:11 PM
I got busy and wrote another one today.
I have plans for both as competition pieces.-Tyr
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A Soul's Fight
The soul faces what the stoutest heart dares not to speak
dark spirits that make our knees wobble and voices squeak
Battering rams plunging in rhythm against castle's gate
shadow voices accusing and promising such a ghastly fate!
As the last rays of Sun's golden light creep slowly away
the invisible servants of the Dark Lord arise to play
With each darkening hour so very much stronger they grow
sharpening claws, teeth and screeching everywhere they go!
When the sound of the house clock striking at midnight
serves to cheer them on to ever greater songs of fright
Draw your courage blade and cut deeply into that horde
make them feel the pain and slash of truth's best sword!
Cut out the great fear they carry around to use to seed
the horrors and scary thoughts sent to make you plead
Loudly announce as you send their defeated asses to hell
this is courage and truth ringing freedom's liberty bell!
Robert J. Lindley 07-13-2014
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[Post 135]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-14-2014 06:20 PM
About To Hang..
A brave warrior had fought with might
sent many defeated to the gates of Hell
Far outnumbered had lost a great fight
dragged away from the bloody spot he fell!
Imprison in enemy land he stood defiant
refusing all pleas that he join that band
In true honor he refused to be compliant
cursing all while shaking his one free hand!
Before his captors bound he stood in chains
he cursed all his enemies with deepest rage
His heart was aching not from bleeding pains
rather more from lost liberties of a past age!
Bound to a stout and very massive old tree
lost, imprisoned and without future hope
Choosing defiant curses rather than broken plea
awaiting the large crowd and a hanging rope!
No tears , for he a warrior was never afraid
of Hell's intensely darkened inviting gaze
Life spent , a short future therein laid
past glories now just a distant, murky haze!
Asked are you afraid of what now awaits
he angrily spat upon the hardened ground
I'll see you all at Hell's first ironclad gate
where anguished screams make not a sound!
Robert J. Lindley
Rewritten, 07-14-2014
I recalled more of this poem written so many decades ago.
I now have added in the missing parts...
Rewritten for a contest...
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[Post 136]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2014 11:15 PM
Baby's Eyes Shine
Baby's sweet sky glows glitteringly blue.
Beautiful mirrors reflect in her eyes!
Such grace trumps any rainbow that may shine.
That newly born smile casts a rainbow shine,
reflection in those soft crystal clear eyes
decorates her hair and ribbon so blue!
Softest twinkles in her dazzling sweet eyes,
radiates heavenly love that casts shine
upon her birthday dress that is so blue!
Love basks softly as those great blue eyes shine!
Robert J. Lindley , 07/ 15/ 2014
craig cornish
Contest Name , Tritina Challenge
1 original, poem on the theme of .............A Baby
Write a new poem about a newborn and take it where you
creatively will impress me
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[Post 137]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-21-2014 10:06 AM
Wade the Shallows
Wade the shallows, swim not the deep,
loss of time makes the old man weep.
Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime
fleeing shadows racing about in time!
Comfort of the known sees the dream,
whistles the kettle in heated steam.
A vow, a promising oath made in sin
darkened shadows await in the heart of men!
Cleave to the willows along the bank,
sand on the beach, rocks to thank
Look back at a wild path solemnly made
rejoice in the hand so well played!
Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit.
Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014
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[Post 138]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-21-2014 09:06 PM
A Wonderful Day Afishin'
A wonderful day fishing, frying fish in the pan
logs sweetly burning, smokey smells of tasty delight
Lake was near perfect , a pond in God's opened hand
feast soon to start a beautiful camping night!
That monster fish that easily broke your rod tip
set a memory to be recalled decades from now
As recollections in old age our minds eagerly dip
mental pictures the where , when , why and how!
This night shall hold us in it's very deep embrace
join me in a toast to a future so fine and sweet
Singing of happiness , joy and your smiling face
memories, good times, wine and freshly cooked meat!
A wonderful day fishing, so very hard to beat
Nature's offering, magnificent trout to eat!
June -09- 1978
Robert J. Lindley
I wrote this decades ago. My fishing partner was a fine
lady that I almost married! Sadly she passed away back in
May of 2005... She had married and had a grown daughter
in college. I hadn't had contact with her in well over
22 years. Still it was a sad day for me upon
learning of her death...
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[Post 139]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-26-2014 12:48 PM
A Day in the Sun
A good thought, a day in the sun,
such that allows joy to freely run,
**** the day blasts out memories fair.
**** Gentle breezes cruising bright air
**** as life sings on without a care.
**** A stir upon the lake down there,
**** two ducks dancing, O' what a pair
**** their art they very freely share.
**** Of our intrusion ducks so unaware
**** we watching silently not to scare.
Sweetest memories of family having fun
a fantastic break from life on the run!
Robert J. Lindley , 07-26-2014
Contest entry. Several requirements met , new poetry form ..
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[Post 140]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-28-2014 10:55 PM
In The Clouds
A sweet morning is the Sun peeking, peeking
the clouds swaying , playing but not leaking
A cool breeze birthed by clouds and their fruits
just as the apple comes from tree and its roots
A great day is under a tree watching the clouds
thinking of earth and the mysteries it shrouds
A great storm brewing silently so very far away
God and Nature dancing in a life renewing play
A fine night is often those cloudless skies
glittering stars striking the awestruck eyes
The moon hides behind a cloud in a blanket
dares to peep around and not even thank it
Clouds are ships bringing such precious rain
Beautiful oceans above bleeding again and again
Robert J. Lindley 07/28/2014
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[Post 141]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-29-2014 09:36 PM
A poem by a great and noted Poet.
Hard Luck
By Edgar Albert Guest
Ain’t no use as I can see
In sittin’ underneath a tree
An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad,
An’ that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An’ he has work he hates to do;
An’ he gits tired an’ he gits cross,
An’ he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an’ through,
Why, he’s no better off than you.
If whinin’ brushed the clouds away
I wouldn’t have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o’ foes
I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an’ see
A lot o’ men resemblin’ me,
An’ see ’em sad, an’ see ’em gay
With work t’ do most every day,
Some full o’ fun, some bent with care,
Some havin’ troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They’re ’bout what everybody knows.
The day I find a man who’ll say
He’s never known a rainy day,
Who’ll raise his right hand up an’ swear
In forty years he’s had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An’ never known one touch o’ woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But alas laughed his way along;
Then I’ll sit down an’ start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.
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[Post 142]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-30-2014 10:07 PM
We Old Poets Love Rhyme
We old poets love a sweet and fine rhyme
we made our phone calls with just a dime
Movie for two , drinks, change from a dollar
we drank great hard liquor to hoop and holler!
Our gals we first chased then went a courtin'
no hanky panky and very little cavortin'
A night out was to a movie theater or play
never late could a very good gal ever stay!
We old poets still love a sweet and fine rose
as long as it rhymes almost anything goes
Once my gal had such bright and pretty shoes
she gave me a treasure that I hadn't any clues!
R. J. LINDLEY, 07-30-2014
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[Post 143]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-31-2014 12:25 AM
Hear that Whisper?
That faint whisper one can almost hear at the break of day
is the angels fluttering dragging the last of
the stubborn intense pains of darkness away!
That roar one hears as the damn gates loudly crank to
is dark shadows locking in the miseries inside you!
That wailing cry you hear just before sweet morn's light
is your heart screaming for iron chains to break open
the bindings cutting your throat all the evil night!
That sad remorse lumping up in your burning hot throat
is the dregs of sorrows that cast in the deep blues
walking on fire rocks naked and without shoes!
Never hear that whisper and feel so proud and relieved
is that your fantasy that gives you a moments rest
or hell breakin' loose in a soul forever aggrieved!
Robert J. Lindley 07-30-2014
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[Post 144]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-03-2014 11:22 PM
Give Me Simple, That Will Do
How does one do this, so "very deep"
can not do it while you are asleep
I write for joy , to be understood
I'd do "very deep' if only I ever could
This old man loves to write in rhyme
make it understood, sho' do save time
My wife speaks in high falootin' words
I say , darling sing that to the birds
Now do not think me shallow or slow
this old dog dun' been long in the know
I once sat around spitting out tha' deep
what interests me is readers I kan' keep
I like deep as often as a prostate exam
give me just so simple, just like I am
Robert J. Lindley, 08-03-2014
Ok using poetic license here my friends.
I admire fine poetry in all forms and ways.
The message,spirit, heart and soul reign
supreme in my book. I just like my poetry
easier to be understood. When I see very
deep writes I marvel if they are
intentionally written with a deep meaning
not if it is thought deep because it is so very
hard to understand even for a knowledgable
poet.
Add in a bit of humor and here we are.
No harm , no foul intended.
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[Post 145]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-05-2014 10:02 PM
Lovers In Epic Romance
What lies brilliant with the rising Sun
softly golden before the bright advance
That which can not be heartlessly undone
the glow of lovers lost in epic romance
The flow of one forever loving breeze
waves of rippling urges that hold all
Fruited delicious offering of love trees
love gifts singing words that enthrall
Soon the ardor rises to birth a feast
as the hot ripples heat united Souls
Rising Sun casts paradise in the east
here and now unites with future goals
At the base of an eternal loving tree
lies trust in a softened resting repose
A love grabbed by two hearts so free
following happiness wherever it goes
Robert J. Lindley, 08-05-2014
Written for a competition..
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[Post 146]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2014 06:51 PM
Pierce The Gloom
Pierce the gloom under purple sails
cold the rain that forever falls
False is the prophet that ever tells
great honor rang true in these halls
Hide ye behind golden false banners
dark spirits dwelling in your band
Deceit lies silkened in false manners
evil the Crown that rules this land
Purple King steals your life's bread
as hope eludes your soul's plight
Blows descend upon your bowed head
you, that forever declines to fight
Royal colors your minds enthrall
as evil lies in your shallow beds
Dark spirits birth wicked flowers
where evil reigns in crying hours
R. LINDLEY
11/18/1976
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[Post 147]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2014 11:25 PM
Crowd Loves Metaphors
We the fools that poison our own well
stupidly thinking that truth does sell
Only to soon find out our great folly
the crowd wants sh!t to be jolly
Watching as sh!T runs so very deep
oozes into their heads as they sleep
A few flowery words, metaphor or two
good God, folks do get a damn clue
Toss in a few words to stir mystique
nothing great , nothing at all unique
Toss in a few repeated little tears
sit back, wait for the shallow cheers
We fools think to try for so much more
The crowd cries more for words that stupidly bore
Robert J. Lindley, 08/07/2014
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[Post 148]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-08-2014 10:17 AM
My current results at my Poetry site.
For my being there only 9 weeks now this record
is an extremely good one.
Yes, I have already ruffled a great many feathers there!
I would not be the lovable me had I not done so! lol
# Poems Posted 303
# Unique Comments Made 1652*
# Blog Comments Made 92
# Member Contests Entered 82
# Top 10 Finishes 47
# Contests judged /completed 62
# Times You Are a Fav Poet 16
# Your poems favored by other poets 49
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[Post 149]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2014 08:40 AM
Misjudging Others
The garbage man removes your trash
yet you refuse to give him more cash
The barber cuts your flowing locks
you that smell of rancid stinking socks
The roofer stops those pesky leaks
you think he and crew are just freaks
The painter paints your house anew
later you try to not pay him his due
The plumber you can see is overpaid
you'd love to cut him with a blade
The preacher seeks to save your soul
you think he has a heart of coal
You that think others are so weak
So hate when you arrogantly speak
Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2014
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[Post 150]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2014 06:21 PM
A Rainbow Sings
Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late
Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces
A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow
Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014
Wrote one for the snobs that think I write simple poems because
I can not right in the flowery manner(old celebrated style). I once wrote hundreds like this before I discovered that poetry is more about the Message. the Heart, the Gift, than the Imagery. And the MESSAGE NEEDS TO BE UNDERSTOOD BY MORE PEOPLE NOT LESS..
The elitist poetry snobs think writing for the common man is beneath their (imagined) greatness.
A shallow world,
for shallow tools that,
live in shallow graves,
just made for petty, shallow fools! lol
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[Post 151]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-12-2014 09:44 PM
Laughing Man, Pain Hidden
A laughing man hid well his pain
our approval he sought to gain
A hope that admiration would pay
force the inner demon far away
Can any judge another man's soul
we can only guess but never know
The mental pains cut ever so deep
hammers preventing needed sleep
No plea, request or loud outcry
no note explaining the why
Answer left to be only a guess
misery now gone, soul at rest
A laughing man hid his pain
so sad but will happen again
Robert J. Lindley , 08-12-2014
note: Tribute to Robin Williams.
A very sad way to go out for a man that gave so
much joy and laughter to others!
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[Post 152]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-16-2014 11:22 PM
Spear Well Used and Swollen
So green the grass on hidden hill
open vista views another thrill
Naked the splendor shone then rose
swift the shock when love chose
Romance set the fair morning scene
she a tramp yet once was a queen
Her knight in love with a saint
she felt his spear, grew so faint
A romp in grass so wet and green
eyes shut her nakedness unseen
Taste of his skin from armor freed
joyous placement of heavenly seed
Fair lady's heart yet to be stolen
Knight's spear well used and swollen
R. Lindley, 1979
note:
A bawdy little write from back in 1979.
Not signed so I haven't a clue if it is
a finished or unfinished piece. I keep finding old stuff I wrote
back in late 70's in this large box of old records.
This one was written on a small note pad along with first three
lines starting another poem on the subject --black crows.
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[Post 153]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2014 10:11 AM
The River Flows
The river flows so endlessly
Replenishing the sea
With all the rain that falls to Earth
It’s just the way she be
And nothing halts her in her journey
She knows where she must go
No matter what, no matter when
To the ocean she will flow.
Oh yes she’ll travel on her way
Opposing all in sight
She never struggles to get there
She never uses might
She just goes with gravity
Lets him take her in his stride
Over rocks and, down the waterfalls
Sometimes she’s narrow, sometimes wide.
If we could flow just like this river
Our lives would be so sweet
We’d let life take us in her flow
And everything we’d meet
So softly and so easily
Till we get where we must go
You see, this be the way we’re made
To move within the flow.
28 June 2014 @ 1340hrs.
By - Peter Duggan
This poet is my great friend that lives in Australia.
He is 77 years old and a Vietnam War veteran , that dearly hates war now. A prolific poet he writes on many subjects.
Writes in an easy , smooth flowing style. Hope you enjoy this one...
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[Post 154]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2014 10:31 AM
Nine Inch Nails, Brain Pain
I stopped waiting on earthy fruit
empty guns that sing but not shoot
Nine inch nails driven into my brain
snails crawling in bloody, bloody rain
I stopped asking for sweetened lies
sickness baked into hollow pies
Cuts embraced to feel the sweet pain
stick it in but make it very plain
I stopped begging for more misery
you that laughed at my mercy plea
Seven inch blades twisted to bleed
answers given to a most futile plea
I stopped begging so very damn long ago
You that lie to feed your deceitful show
R.J. Lindley
02, 19, 1977
Note: This write is from a very bad time in my young life .
I was 23 years old when I wrote this one. Full of
"piss and vinegar" and cut so very deeply by a woman that
I loved..
Lost love, a bitter /sweet memory..
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[Post 155]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2014 10:25 PM
A Child's Imagination
The sky burst into a solid glow
Clouds danced, raced to and fro
A castle next appeared up there
At the far end of a golden stair
Trumpets blasted out a shout
stars sparkled brightly about
Voices sang a very sweet song
Angels sang right on along
Ground, grass and trees shook
Water danced in a fairies brook
Sprites flew very far overhead
Lights spun the little boy's head
Asked another story soon to be read
As Dad tucked him into his little bed!
Robert J. Lindley 08-19-2014
Inspired by a poem I wrote long ago and
read to my son last night. I wrote this
about 25 minutes after midnight last night..
It is dedicated to my 7 year old son, Justin,
the joy of my life!
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[Post 156]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2014 10:54 PM
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Grace holds the fire of past bliss
spiritual love so dearly do I miss
Family greatly missed now passed on
Fire of Love once burned so strong
Still smoldering in my yearning heart
embers burning still from the start
Bright orange the early mourning flame
gusts of blazing heat anything but tame
A wind blasts deep into my heart's glow
blue flames burst forth, grow n' grow
The roar of fire leaps out of bound
into sweet memories laying all around
Visitors walk in from crackling fires
touching my heart,love it so inspires
Dad holds me again ever so firm and tight
Grandad sings to my soul sweetly all night
Embers are now crackling in a mighty roar
Happiness spreads into soul's open door
Baby brother stands to hold my hand
Shouts love, love you, again and again
My mind knows they all are passed on
yet here they are so lovingly shown
All from a burning ember deep in my soul
Mighty flames burns our love into a whole
08-19-2014, Robert J. Lindley
Note: "mourning" flame , is not a typo.
Sponsor- Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name, Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
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[Post 157]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2014 12:41 AM
Stay The Hand
Send not the word reapers for me
I the lover of every lovely tree
Stay the hand of a fickle fate
I the saddest victim as of late
Erase the ravages of father time
I the fool that writes in rhyme
Stay the cut that seeks to slay
I the artist writing no damn play
Slice not the heart resting in me
I the clown so desperate to flee
Stay the hit that would so crush
I the writer always in a rush
Send not blades to slice up my words
As I tend them into my little herds!
Robert J. Lindley 08-21-2014
note: Stayed up late to crank one out.
Drank a very cold brew . This is what I threw.
Just took my last med, time to hit tha' old bed...
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[Post 158]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2014 09:57 AM
A great day to post this poem!--Tyr
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
Note : A word to the wise...
Do a man wrong, soon you may be long gone!
Careful Hell, ain't half full yet.
I've lived a life of delivering justice to sick twisted evil people. Most of them were real badasses that ever so richly deserved what they got from me.
Paid a very dear price for having done so.
Still willing to pay that price as my honor demands it.
A man is his honor not his wealth, arrogance, delusions or false image..
Never in history has wealth bought 1.honor 2. integrity or 3. decency!
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[Post 159]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-22-2014 08:45 AM
A Home Brew Fiasco
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was square dance and show
I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace
so very eager to get to that dancing place!
I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar
stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar
Another burn that went down mighty fine
whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine!
One more high hill to just climb on past
swirling head tells my legs to please last
Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls
music rings louder its beckoning calls!
Another hundred steps and I'll be there
singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere
Ease myself up against this restful oak tree
surely a rest will be so very good for me!
Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down
now is no time to worry, no time to frown
Darkness races into this tired old brain
no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain!
Morning sunlights breaks between the trees
O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please
Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove
I missed out on last night's dance and love!
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014
Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in
1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and
missed out on his first date with grandmother.
Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather
a very handsome man or else they'd never married
and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!
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[Post 160]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2014 09:37 AM
The Lady Suffers
What of the slow falling dew
rain that sets a shiver upon you
A sky that dances to mock anew
goodness and gentleness tis your due!
Can earth dare to reproach
promises of your sweet approach
A maiden of your innocent ways
sending joy into glorious summer days!
What of the wind that blows
away sacred words that you compose
Sets to wickedly tangle you hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady so fair!
Nay, Nature tis careless and so very cruel
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014
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[Post 161]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2014 09:49 AM
A Demon Confesses
I shun the light and cast the stone,
rot the meat and ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep into every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!
Shadows, my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my twin pets serve so well,
my purpose, send 'em all right to Hell!
Long claws my daggers I do so shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy let loose,
long you wail, your head in my noose!
I too, serve my dark master ever so well
loyal demon, freed from bowels of Hell!
Robert Lindley,
no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet,
written so very long ago!
Note:
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014
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[Post 162]
Author : red state
Date : 08-25-2014 09:49 AM
A Home Brew Fiasco
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was square dance and show
I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace
so very eager to get to that dancing place!
I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar
stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar
Another burn that went down mighty fine
whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine!
One more high hill to just climb on past
swirling head tells my legs to please last
Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls
music rings louder its beckoning calls!
Another hundred steps and I'll be there
singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere
Ease myself up against this restful oak tree
surely a rest will be so very good for me!
Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down
now is no time to worry, no time to frown
Darkness races into this tired old brain
no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain!
Morning sunlights breaks between the trees
O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please
Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove
I missed out on last night's dance and love!
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014
Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in
1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and
missed out on his first date with grandmother.
Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather
a very handsome man or else they'd never married
and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!
Now that is a poem I can sink my teeth into!!! Great job there Tyr! I was here sitting with the Mrs. drinking my coffee.....reminiscing about my wilder days and how thankful I am that my to-be grandma of my grandchildren gave me many chances and stuck by me through thick and thin. I can truly relate to every aspect of that poem (right down to preferring corn squeezin' to wine.....unless it is my own home-made wine). HA!!!
Keep 'em coming, ole buddy.....we'r out here readin' (even tho you may not know it).
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[Post 163]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-26-2014 09:09 AM
Now that is a poem I can sink my teeth into!!! Great job there Tyr! I was here sitting with the Mrs. drinking my coffee.....reminiscing about my wilder days and how thankful I am that my to-be grandma of my grandchildren gave me many chances and stuck by me through thick and thin. I can truly relate to every aspect of that poem (right down to preferring corn squeezin' to wine.....unless it is my own home-made wine). HA!!!
Keep 'em coming, ole buddy.....we'r out here readin' (even tho you may not know it).
Thank you my good friend..
I write to amuse myself and post such in the hopes it entertains others and may possibly even help to see and know what big mistakes other people(like me) can and do often make in life. Especially in their lives as young adults full of piss and vinegar! :laugh::laugh::laugh:-Tyr
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[Post 164]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-26-2014 09:16 AM
My Muse, I So Abuse
My muse cries out, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She stormed off in a very indignant huff
I shouted at her, damn ain't that tough?
Never fear, she always runs as she returns
she my heart loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on a cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!
Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was folly from last year!
My muse and I play wickedly cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014
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[Post 165]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-28-2014 07:13 PM
Two sonnets written yesterday, both are sound.
Sonnet , 14 lines of verse and each line may contain
9 to 11 syllables..
A Rage Against The Storm
Alas! against the storm I did bellow,
you bloweth upon the wrong fellow
My soul you have now so sorely tried
fear, your gift has now so surely died!
Nature feeds your evil blowing wrath,
I curse your daring this upon my path
Heaven's powers ignore your wicked deeds
you the rot that eats away joy's seeds!
Hark! all the destruction you have wrought,
fruits of sins that man surely has bought
Yet, I defy your right to so hammer me
I, the strongest root of my family tree!
Rage on , tear out the withered and the old
This man defies you with a heart very bold!
Robert J. Lindley 08-27-2014
Syllables Per Line: 10 9 9 9 0 9 10 10 9 0 9 9 11 11 0 10 11
Total # Syllables: 136
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 108
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The Morning Sun Speaks
Vainly, I smile at a fine morning sun
ponder day's tasks waiting to be done
Embrace and savor this very sweet morn
enjoy life, that is why we were first born
Sparrow drinking at my bird fountain
clouds soaring into another mountain
I see the carefree bird fly far away
consider the high price I must pay
Happily my soul spoke to the sun
life races onward as I freely run
My toils are but tokens to be spent
spirit lives and our love pays no rent
The morn sun spoke yet again to me
live to love and grab life yet to be!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014
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Total # Syllables: 145
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 2014 <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 112
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[Post 166]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-31-2014 09:46 PM
Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment
Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast
Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that launched a thousand ships
She of perfect face , body and hair
Paris stole this prize on his trip
Mighty host of epic fame and renown
sailed away to retrieve this treasure
Oaths given to hunt Troy's Paris down
Sacking the great city for good measure
Tens years , battles history so records
Heroes of brave deeds, tales now told
Great warriors , sworn to mighty Lords
Fought in the style of swords of old
War was long and death was so redundant
Odysseus, devised a very cunning deceit
Pray upon Troy's hopes so very abundant
Victory, the sailing away of Greek fleet
A gift of a horse statue left on shore
Warriors hidden within its outer shell
Planned surprise attack just once more
Sack Troy sending its warriors to hell
Such a success was this devious plan
Troy fell to its most relentless foes
Death harvested wrath upon every man
Brought Odysseus trials the story goes
Odysseus warrior of Troy's epic defeat
Master of the great bow of Eurytus fame
Destroyer of Troy by such cunning deceit
Slayer sailed away, Troy in all in flame
Robert J. Lindley , 05-14-2013
note: Eurytus' grandfather was Apollo, the archer-god,
and was also a famed archer. Eurytus has been noted by
some as the one who taught Heracles the art of archery.
According to Homer, Eurytus became so proud of his
archery skills that he challenged Apollo. The god
killed Eurytus for his presumption, and Eurytus' bow
was passed to Iphitus, who later gave the bow to his
friend Odysseus. It was this bow that Odysseus used to
kill the suitors who had wanted to take his wife,
Penelope.
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[Post 167]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-01-2014 09:03 PM
The First Flower I Chose
You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there
Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this
Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night
My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast
08-31-2014
Contest- Form Sonnet
Regina Riddle
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship
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)
Total # Words: 114
A very stiff contest that one is.. Great many very strong poets have entered. I put extra time in composing this perfect 10 sonnet.. Surely may take first place but its truly up to what the judge favors and how impartial they are.
Notice my entry is not signed but other very popular poets sign theirs to garner that bias already existing with the contest sponsor.
Yet I always submit mine unsigned unless a signature is required in the contest rules. Simply because I want mine judged on content only not any positive bias that may exist ..
Many published poets there seem to always sign theirs EVEN when rules stipulate not to. And they still get placed instead of eliminated for rule breaking. Favoritism is a plague there yet I now have 61 wins out of 77 contests judged. Currently I am listed as number 26th in the top One Hundred Best Contest Poets. Achieved that in 4 months and with no favoritism.. And actually a bit of anti-favoritism in the ones submitted in which I had to sign my name because contest rules stipulated it..
The established hierarchy there frown on the new upstarts.. And that's who run 95% of the contests.
I seem to always be the outcast every new place I go..- :laugh: --Tyr
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[Post 168]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2014 09:29 PM
A poem by a good friend of mine .
Not an epic sonnet but a damn fine poem classed as rhyme.
I hope you enjoy.... --Tyr
Poem by Robert Nehls
Form: Rhyme
LIFE'S STORIES
His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark.
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart can't keep the pace.
He's lived three lives, had his share of wives.
The decades have been nine.
There's a soul to bare, with a joy to share.
And he always says, "I'm fine."
He's a wise old man and the whole damn clan,
Likes to hear him tell his tales.
He remembers when as a boy of ten,
He was raising up the sails,
Of his father's boat and he'll always gloat,
"It was hard work for a boy."
"Hell, it was hard for men, but I'd go again,
Just to feel that youthful joy."
With dreams to follow and pride to swallow,
He reached for life with lust.
Following his heart, met his first sweetheart,
On the street he calls, "False Trust."
After one short week, they were heard to speak,
"Until death do us part."
Then, the next two years, thunder, lightning, tears.
And she left with his torn heart.
Lost in grief a while, it was hard to smile.
And he wore his armor well.
Heartless, hurt and laden, but a fair young maiden
Put him under her sweet spell.
Speaking of her dreams, and the gold dust streams
Sparkled in her clear blue eyes.
Making his blood stir, and he followed her
To the land of pastel skies.
Bitter cold up there, but he didn't care.
She could make the hard ice melt.
Then his heart returned, and a fire burned.
True love was what he felt.
She could feel it to and the fever grew,
Like the child in her womb.
But, a family was not meant to be.
And her corpse became it's tomb.
His whole world shattered and nothing mattered.
Streams and canyons echoed pain.
Cursing God and man for the evil plan,
That was driving him insane.
Wandering aimlessly in the open sea,
Of demented souls that quit.
Two long years go by, and he can't deny,
He remembers none of it.
Then at twenty five, well, he comes alive,
And decides to live once more.
Like a broken spell, he walks out of hell,
Passing through life's open door.
Everyone there knows where the story goes,
And the old man kind of grins.
With a little wink, he begins to think,
This is where my life begins.
There was gold out there and he didn't care,
What it took to make it his.
"I'll be rich one day," he was heard to say,
"And that's just the way it is."
Well, he mucked and slaved but he never caved,
So the gold gave up the fight.
There were nuggets found measured by the pound;
Bringing golden dreams in sight.
Just a vagabond who was rich beyond,
The means of any king.
He was young with health and he bathed in wealth,
As the girls began to cling.
Well, he played the field, but he wouldn't yield,
To the pressures of the heart.
There were memories, love was some disease,
That could tear a soul apart.
He was rich it's true, but he also knew,
That you can't buy happiness.
So, he headed down to his old home town,
To what? He could only guess.
It was strange to see the old filigree,
Pressed in frames upon the wall.
Faces lost somehow to the years that now,
Drift into his heart's recall.
Seven years had passed since his father last,
Took a breath upon this earth.
Mother held him tight and to his delight,
He began to feel his worth.
No conditions there, love was everywhere,
Riches far beyond the gold.
So, he bought some land, and he took the hand,
Of fate with a life to mold.
Was a big barn dance, when another chance,
At true love was brought his way.
With her skin so fair, and her golden hair,
He was drawn to Jenny Mae.
Dancing close all night and to his delight,
She allowed a little kiss.
When he dreamed of her, the thought would occur.
There was too much there to miss.
He was ready then, his heart soared again,
And he longed to tie the knot.
Down upon his knee with a marriage plea,
A sweet wife was what he got.
Life brought so much joy when their baby boy,
Had been born out on the farm.
And eventually it was them plus three.
Fate had swung it's loving arm.
There were ups and downs, but the world goes round,
With reunions every year.
And he swells with pride as he holds his bride,
Sitting next to him it's clear,
That we may grow old, but there's always gold,
To share when love abounds.
Laughter all about, life that seems to shout,
Love's the greatest of all sounds.
Tell us more, they say, right up 'till today;
He's reminded where they were.
He includes them all in his tale as tall,
As an ancient Douglas fir.
Jenny holds his hand, ah, this life's so grand.
And the old man kind of grins.
With a little wink, he begins to think.
This is where my life begins.
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[Post 169]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2014 08:37 AM
As We Cry In The Darkness
We cry in the darkness, the echoes cast
a shadow on the things that never last
Tears eat into our souls, our hearts wept
dreams brought sadness even as we slept
The Hand of Fate, O' what great mystery
death and destruction mankind's history
Lost in blackness that covers the all
our screams echo back on us as we fall
Light, if allowed will pierce this gloom
we should not race blindly to our doom
Purpose of life can be harness for good
yield not to the plea of, if only I could
Raise sails to set ship onto a new trail
a journey that races ever away from hell
Faith embraced sends wind that so bless
Demand true love, never settle for less!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014
note: The blind see only darkness ahead.
Once eyes are opened we see light of truth
We find true love is purpose of life instead.
Written this morn for a contest.
My son asked, Dad why do you write poetry.
I answered sincerely, because I can and because I must.
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[Post 170]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2014 11:00 AM
River Laps Softly
The ripples of water lap river's edge
quietly I sit, a man seeking love
The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul
nearby, lonely call of a single dove
Sweetest place roaring river moans and churns
fish splashing about in a soft replay
Continuance as the world slowly turns
colors splash endings to wonderful day
The smell is that of fish , water and mud
cool air spreading its greatest soft relief
Comfort gives to stop anger in my blood
as Nature gifts a most calming belief
Soon its quiet , knowledge enters my soul
Victory came because I made it so
Robert J. Lindley
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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)
Total # Words: 101
This write just won first place in a very strong poetry contest.
The syllable count is perfect and rhythm very strong as well. With the message fitting the contest theme perfectly. For those not well versed in poetry it is not an easy thing for a poet to write on subjects on demand (contest themes) for most poets write on what strikes their fancy at any given moment. Takes a high level to not only write poetry well on demand but to place first with such a write against extremely strong competition!
The contest judge wrote me a pm stating she thought it of exceptional quality and indicative of a truly great talent.
I sent back a reply, it was a far better write before I edited it to be a perfect ten syllables in every verse as required for a sonnet!
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[Post 171]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 09-07-2014 10:54 PM
Country singer Kacey Musgraves with words to live by...
If you save yourself for marriage
You're a bore
If you don't save yourself for marriage
You're a hor-rible person
If you won't have a drink
Then you're a prude
But they'll call you a drunk
As soon as you down the first one
If you can't lose the weight
Then you're just fat
But if you lose too much
Then you're on crack
You're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
So you might as well just do
Whatever you want
So
Make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's something you're into
When the straight and narrow
Gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint, or don't
Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points
If you don't go to church
You'll go to hell
If you're the first one
On the front row
You're self-righteous
Son of a-
Can't win for losing
You'll just disappoint 'em
Just 'cause you can't beat 'em
Don't mean you should join 'em
So make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's something you're into
When the straight and narrow
Gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint, or don't
Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points
Say what you think
Love who you love
'Cause you just get
So many trips 'round the sun
Yeah, you only
Only live once
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[Post 172]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2014 09:52 PM
Those Glory Days, Long Gone
Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops
Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds
Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found
Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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)
Total # Words: 100
Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor
correct only three lines..
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[Post 173]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 09-08-2014 10:00 PM
Perhaps the only heavy metal song ever written that salutes and glorifies the Marines. Of course, it is written by a German who goes by the name of Tom Angelripper.
Inclination for the rock'n roll war
Under the flag of peace and law
Your native country to set it free
In the air, on land and on the sea
For their honour and their golden crown
Swing the judgements glory hammer down
The patriot within their valiant heart
Keep'em hungry for the liberty love
Hatred just a tool the aggressors to control
Into the jungle's depth, into the desert storm
Caught between legions of hate
Caught beneath malefic eyes of fate
Seems that we are doomed to drown your hopes
Marching to the destiny, no attitudes to lie
Don't want to leave that battlefield without a sign
Engaged to the rifle by my side
Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you
Marines
Keep your honour clean
Marines
You are the chosen one securing the world
Universal soldier to the bone
And for my brothers you'll get what you deserve
Down the bloody road to war
Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you
Marines
Keep your honour clean
Marines
Out in the killin'fields
Marines
Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you
Marines
Keep your honour clean
Marines
You hear the mine clicking under your feet
You know you have to go
You hear the trigger of a foreign gun
To bury all your hope
Ever pave the way for endless peace
Self-sacrificing 'til you have the world to leave
For the common people honest generation
Just you can stop the human disintegration
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[Post 174]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-10-2014 01:04 AM
Form- Sonnet
Choices, Voices and Bad Company
Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!
Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!
Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!
Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life , love so very fine!
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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)
Total # Words: 124
A sonnet written for a contest.
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[Post 175]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-10-2014 01:08 AM
Wrote Her Another Poem
Wrote an alluring poem for her this morn
joys of love for her and our first born
The Sun rose to bask glory upon her face
as she walked in beauty and perfect grace
Gentle wind sang of great admiration too
as flowers in unison it so joyously blew
The trees swayed in rhythm and sweet time
earth going right along with gentle clime
Honeydew , pretty songs of birds did tell
of sweetness and harmony given as well
She that elicits a glowing sincere praise
my heart, joy and temperature did raise
Hot morn matching an intense hotly felt ardor
she that stirs me to ever try so much harder!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014
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[Post 176]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2014 10:18 AM
Rushing Waters Stir The Soul
The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best
Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears
Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East
Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014
note: Written this morn, only moments ago. A very quick write..
Tossed out of me to soothe my dark moments this morn.
To give a few moments away from pondering the insanity and
evil that rules this world and this nation..
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[Post 177]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2014 06:54 PM
Two Worlds Now
I know of only two worlds now
that of birth and death
riding to towards death
On a horse yoked to a plow
I live in the here and now
ever mindful of life
ever loving my life
Hours spent pulling a plow
I await the coming of fate
the singing of the end
the promise of the end
Time given away from hate
Two worlds singing out so very loud
Both wrapped within the same shroud!
Robert Lindley. 09-13-2014
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[Post 178]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2014 10:25 PM
How Poetry Began
Gentle spirit came to visit noble man
sent poetic verse throughout the land
Declared she, I am the original Muse
your heart , soul and mind seek to use
Write and sing,love so deeply with me
we together shall plant a poetry tree
As our hearts join to this world sail
love and hope shall forever prevail
The Universe I have long ago tread
every galaxy my words have been read
You , mankind are the last I will meet
the poetic ground now underneath my feet
Open your hearts and see with new eyes
this new way will defeat all the lies
Beam of true light shall open your mind
you will be the first in all poetic kind
With this visit the original Muse departed
poetry spread in each heart it was started
Now we seek ever to find this greatest Muse
to prove how brilliantly she did choose!
Robert Lindley , 09-13-2014
How Poetry Began contest....
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[Post 179]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-16-2014 09:19 PM
The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1
Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane
Echoes of evil Eperius in the West
shadow realm where evil never rests
Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell
Land those lost , family and friend
exists for all wicked women and men
Black abyss where Apollo never walks
lost souls ripped by screeching hawks
Forever filled by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then
cursing future torments for all men
Seething waters set to ever separate
those lost into future tortured Fate
Father of evil waters from which sprang
the Styx of which man's curses rang
Flowing stream holding back evil foul
where tortured spirits scream and howl
Acheron, into a lake of scorching heat
where demons play with souls they eat
Delivered shadows fall on prayers cast
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts
Prayers sinking like river cast stones
dreams birthed from dead skin and bones
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, the dark Lord at the helm
Gushing forth from the bowels of rock
mighty blackened waters rise to shock
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink
Kharon, the ferryman awaits at the oars
to deliver the lost upon evil's shores
Far below the path of Mariandyni coast
the Acheron ferries victims to its host
Loaded with spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans
From the south shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be
Many are the tales of Acheron's fame
its victims steeped in sin and shame
Anguish rises as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
those embracing lustful sin into evil fell
Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014
note: This is part one. The journey into HAIDES
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus.
Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)..
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write...
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[Post 180]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-18-2014 08:55 PM
Rescued From Death's Bed
The angel touched her heart then
turned her away from mortal men
Setting her course to sleep alone
in a cavern where no light shown
Yet she travelled in nightly dreams
to shining lands with epic streams
Upon which hardy men sailed away
making fortunes wherever they may
Lonely travellers so far from home
missing love as they set to roam
Dreams of beautiful vixens at night
saw her appear glowing in her light
First she could see but not speak
a silent image their heart did seek
As the sad years flew swiftly by
her words appeared telling men why
Her punishment was for her misdeed
an unfaithful lover she cut to bleed
Watch him bleed life into the dust
never again was she to ever trust
Avenging angel sent to punish then
keep her away from all mortal men
For her beauty could sway any heart
to find her a map drawn on a chart
Hundreds tried but nobody did win
free her from the cavern of her sin
As her broken heart started to fall
she heard a brave sea captain call
Map he had memorized just to find
the image that appeared in his mind
Into the dark lost lake he did sail
his love swore that he'd never fail
Moon was full bright when he arrived
to elude her guards he had contrived
Plan to lure her terrible guards away
rescue her before the break of day
Her guards were two dragons fierce
with scales no weapon could pierce
Captain would flash powder to blind
their eyes as in he went in to find
All went just as was his bold plan
out the cavern he and his love ran
Soon two lovers were aboard his ship
dragon guards they managed to slip
Sun rose, she saw a dead lover's face
back to death his soul had to race
For the captain was her victim bled
freed her from his dark death's bed!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-17-2014
A write for a contest. Dark poetry, mythology, etc.
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[Post 181]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-20-2014 12:39 AM
When Hell Froze Over
Trees shed their leaves,
the worms dig in deeper
Mothers cry and grieve
woman is the best weeper
Cold blasting each night,
birds froze on the ground
Sad hell was the fight
no hope was ever found
Winter ate their souls,
the keepers of evil hearts
Soldiers fought epic goals
the dead filled the carts
War or cold killed more,
dead is dead, hope gone
Wasted prayers to implore
heroes frozen all alone
Trail, path frozen dead,
winter sent home too soon
asleep but not in a bed
never to sing another tune
Retreat frenchmen knew well,
as their army frozen there
Now germans found this hell
in the frozen land of the bear!
Robert J.Lindley, 09-20-2014
note:
Hitler's armies were frozen out just as was
Napoleon's in the previous century. Russian
winter was an enemy that killed mercilessly.
The winter of 1941-42 was one of the worst in
recorded history. Daily temperatures fell to
40 degrees below zero. German soldiers had not
been issued with warm winter clothing as Hitler
believed that the invasion would be over by the
winter. Soldiers froze to death in their sleep,
diesel froze in fuel tanks and food was in very
short supply. Russian soldiers had been issued
with winter clothing and did not suffer as badly
as their German enemies.
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[Post 182]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2014 09:48 PM
God's Kind of Poetry
God this universe He did weave
long before ever an Adam and Eve
Words he spoke created the All
so long before man's greatest fall
Those words hidden from our view
yet our poetry gifts a great clue
In poetry's heart our souls rest
we gift in it our love our very best
Our words strive to match God
seeking such a wonderful nod
Spiritual bliss to one and all
the serenity before man's fall
Who can resist words of love
prayer and pleas to God above
The thought that he spoke same
honored man with love and name
A universe we have to explore
first We poets seek that door
The one that sings poetic praise
heart contented , soul to raise
Never can we forget our place
poets lead into this epic race
Words sent to reach out to Him
lights so bright and never dim
Poetry the way to try to reach
giving love as we seek to teach
Man seeks to give God a reply
You love us ALL but why, Why?
Robert J. Lindley 09-21-2014
For : Sponsor Brian Johnston
Contest Name Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry'
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[Post 183]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-25-2014 10:19 AM
Youthful Transgressions, Rejudged
Let God judge my past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate
Let my Soul eat out of my heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad I shall never tell
Let my Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets my source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth
Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share
Robert J. Lindley,
Note: A sonnet written for a contest, co-winner -- first place awarded....
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[Post 184]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-27-2014 04:33 PM
My newest contest write...--Tyr
Falling Into Her Vision From The Start
The sky bent to her loving will
losing her brought a epic chill
Never ever would I let her go
she the angel whiter than snow
Music sounds when she walks in
she my lover, my eternal friend
Days we traveled in love's embrace
I deeply lost in her sweet grace
No power could ever stop my ardor
every time apart so much harder!
My heart she gave again its birth
I love her for all I am ever worth
Those long nights we burned in bed
never did I ever fear to tread
Path to her sweet treasure trove
I ran, leaped and delightfully dove
Each morn her face sang to my soul
it was she that again made me whole
My All bent to her loving desires
she the Sun fueling my sexual fires!
Yes, she happily ate my burning heart
As I fell into her vision from the start!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2014
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[Post 185]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-30-2014 09:30 AM
As I Lift My Eyes To See Heaven
I lift my eyes to see heaven above
God's trinity that does so shine
Golden vessels filled with love
God's heart forever loving mine
Sweet are the words sent to me
sacrifice given to change my fate
Lord, answering my desperate plea
washing away all the evil hate
Glory, too weak for describing you
mankind, unworthy to your name
Trueist love you sent sweetly into
we that were so blinded and lame
The Trinity stands as the only One
your divine Will never to be undone
09-28-2014.
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name, Poems of Praise
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[Post 186]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-30-2014 07:16 PM
Poem by a good friend of mine, a fellow poet that says
it so well...-Tyr
My Fallen Brother
White marble stones
Stand proud in the sun
To remember my colleagues
The heroic fallen ones
Many a battle
Many a campaign
Some did return
For some never the same
On the green grass I stand
Blue sky above
The souls of my comrade's
Like peaceful sitting doves
The name on this stone
Reminds me of the day
My best friend and brother
Was taken away
An offensive was launched
Brothers at war
Bunker to take
At the top of a tor
Smoke screen exhausts the view to the hill
As we wind our way through
Zipping bullets, blood spill
Noises of lead, as they rip through the flesh
As we hit the barbed wire
Now a scarlet stained mesh
Objective in sight as we approach our aim
As I hear the groan of the injured
Many dead, maimed
Grenade pin pulled
Bunker window we lob
Hands sweating
How many lives will we rob
Explosion flash, shouts of pain
As the smoke lifts on this bloody terrain
We enter the Bunker
To witness our task
The enemy lie distorted
Faces grimace, death mask
I turn to my brother to signal it's safe
As a shot rings out in this theatre place
He stands still for a moment
Eyes glazing and cold
The death of my sibling
At 19 years old
As I open my eyes and turn to my son
I see what I have as he holds my grandson
Family values, love and a bond
As I remember my brother
Of whom I was so fond
I proudly walk past, salute as I go
The white stones standing proud
Peaceful doves in a row
I find myself fortunate to stand here and tell
To talk of my brother, and the fallen as well
Author , James Fraser
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[Post 187]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-30-2014 11:00 PM
Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes
Shall we dance to music
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground
Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!
Robert J. Lindley 09-29-2014
Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.
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[Post 188]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-03-2014 08:56 AM
The Planting
Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
so oft interwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust
Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost
Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead
We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!
Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014
Note, A sonnet written in reply to a poet's write
, a sonnet titled - The Sowing.
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[Post 189]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-04-2014 08:58 PM
In honor of this Halloween month............
Halloween , The Undead Rise
How did darkness sneak into this room
echoes sounding of agonizing doom
Shrill sounds like chaotic dancing feet
images of stabbed and rotting meat
A dark mist hangs in this musty air
faint cries giving any soul a scare
Thumpings upon the foot of the bed
glimpses of many bloody, mutilated dead
Door opening to view another world
objects across the room savagely hurled
Ghostly apparition floating in the scene
claws so long with face so hideously mean
Wicked laugh coming from under the bed
mangled hand sliding forth , the undead
Smell of death's stinking odor so foul
fear cries to just flee but mind asks how!
Robert J. Lindley
Note: Month of the Undead.
Written for long ago my daughter, she loved it ......
and the scary stories I told her. Just read it to Justin, he said--"Ghosts are not real dad."
I replied , ok, tell me again in the morning and mentioned
sometimes they show up just to teach unbelievers a lesson.. (to stir his imagination)
Odds are ten to one that he asks to sleep in our room tonight after he is put to bed. ;)-Tyr
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[Post 190]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-05-2014 07:51 PM
1st version... Original first draft....
Death, You Do Not Win
The world has been bad to me
yet no where, no where to flee
Sit and just take it I must
yes, we all return to earthly dust
Crying does no worldly good
defiant with spirit as I should
Loss, one that can not be replaced
yet life must be again faced
I sit here , wondering how
to stop the gloom eating me now
Do I slay it with greater love
or ask help from loving God above
Anger always worked for me
now it decided to far away flee
Yet I seek not its quick return
for that folly my Soul does truly spurn!
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2nd, revised version in iambic tetrameter.
Death, You Do Not Win
The world has been unkind to me
yet there's no where, no where to flee.
I'll sit and take it if I must
for all return to earthly dust.
To cry will do no worldly good.
Defy with spirit, as I should.
A loss that cannot be replaced
yet life must once again be faced.
So here I sit and wonder how
to stop the gloom which eats me now.
Can it be slain with greater love
or only healed by God above?
Once, anger always worked for me
but now, this time decides to flee.
Yet I seek not its quick return
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014
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Which looks best, which sounds best?
Second version would score very much higher in a poetry contest but is not my natural style.
As its been subjected to form too deeply and loses some of the original character of the first version.
Any comments are welcomed in regards to which one is better. Thanks Tyr...
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[Post 191]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-05-2014 08:47 PM
Checking to see if I can download new feature at my poetry site.
Adding images to poems.. Tyr
6466
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[Post 192]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-08-2014 09:19 AM
The Battle, The Victory, The Light
I remember you, great destroyer of heart
emerging from darkness to hatefully start
Battles taken to wing and skyward bound
pain, death and sorrow so, so easily found!
No praise ever adorns your so vile name
curses your bread , your dark wicked fame
Ashes reform to give you such an evil way
miseries abound as you cut, slash and slay!
Seek no victory over my greatest stand
living within truth , my way , my plan
I remember well your late night knock
rejected, you fled quickly in total shock!
I remember you , eater of darkened Souls
slayer of dreams with eyes of black coal
Fangs sharpened on the sandrock in Hell
curses from victims under your dark spell!
Slink away, I curse your murdering spirit
truth slays you as you try not to hear it
I carry the armor of the bright Lord today
flee, flee or else dark life you must pay!
Sword of Love drawn now in countering you
spear of justice gives out your just due
A chant of faith sets seal to your fate
souls freed, all that your darkness ate!
Robert J. Lindley 10-08-2014
Wrote this about 27 years ago....
Rewrote it today and added ten more lines so giving
it today's date..
Light utterly destroys darkness.
In time, good utterly destroys evil.
Man , must understand time yields only to God....
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[Post 193]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-08-2014 11:21 PM
Another Day, Hope Returns
Another day,
sparrows still fly
death visits and we ask not why
Another night,
moon still glows
death visits, why nobody knows
Another morn,
sun still shines
death visits, clings like vines
Another fate,
shadows still flee
death visits, just not for me
Another life,
tomorrow brings
hope returns, heart now sings!
Robert J. Lindley 10-08-2014
Note:
Blues sent a message, wake up..
I put down my empty coffee cup..
Flung the saucer out the back door..
that your worst, give me more..
Laughter slid across the lawn..
light then lit this great new dawn..
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[Post 194]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-10-2014 09:16 AM
A great sonnet by my friend , poet Roy Jerden...
Ancient Dance
In twilight, old songs you're softly humming
Silken smiles paint tender your lovely face
Beguiling my present still, becoming
in everything, sweeter than granted grace
Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
This mystic stance, dismissing every voice
Soft touches known in sadness and in illness
of bounty cherished, if you make the choice
Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived
Shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived
Great grows my love to see your moves entrance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance
January 23, 2014
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[Post 195]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-11-2014 10:48 AM
A new Sonnet, written for a contest that already has some very stiff competition...-Tyr
Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands
Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot
Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard
In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014
Sonnet:
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)
Total # Words: 93
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[Post 196]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2014 12:09 AM
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
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[Post 197]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2014 11:12 PM
Soul Seeks Its Maker
(Scent of My Soul)
Soul seeks its maker for great relief
from grave doubts in spiritual belief
Mysteries sent to tantalize the mind
journey forth the true light to find
Little voices singing in ones head
suggesting other dark paths instead
My Soul giving its answer so firm
only the light I seek can ever affirm
Scent of my Soul floating in my heart
each beat grants it a newborn start
As my heart slows for a restful sleep
my brain journeys forth into the deep
Destination unknown, course rightly set
spiritual butterflies caught in my net
Answers are given in the flapping wings
Soul given rest as beauty stirs to sing
Music springs lovingly in rhythmic time
thoughts and joys given so truly sublime
My Soul then wakes to each newborn day
with love and its spirit holding sway
10/12/2014, Robert J. Lindley
(Scent of My Soul) contest......
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[Post 198]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-14-2014 11:06 PM
Shades of Poe , Speaketh
Shades of Poe oft run in my veins
dark, dirty little splashing stains
No Raven stirs my battered heart
nor any signs on my astrology chart
Dark mysteries seep in at night
shadowed beings birthing fright
Muffled sounds sent to alarm
evil crying to scare and harm
Then my soul cries out to Poe
help me now , for you must know
Remedy for this sad affliction
a spell to give quick eviction
Reply creeps slowly back to me
close your eyes to sadly see
Darkness that drives men mad
such my heart and soul once had
No cure can by me be so gifted
you need Light to be so uplifted
My words are my aid little as is
answer you seek can only be His
Son of Light only can save you
my darkness left me only that clue!
Robert J. Lindley 10-12-2014
note: Tis' the month the Dark spreads
its evil mists to kids tucked in beds,
scary voices crying muffled shouts,
battles and shadowed little bouts,
goblins, ghouls and witches now abound
imagine such and they are then found!
My son, Justin loves the scary ones!
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[Post 199]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-17-2014 08:07 AM
MY SOUL AND I
The Spiritual harmony of the Soul
notes I hear early morn
Better life may be the earnest goal
yet weakness comes when born
Sunlight sends its beauty to me
birds sing a morning tune
Life begets its wonderful mystery
beautiful as light of the moon
Each day imparts lessons to learn
hours gifted to be alive
Work done, midnight oil to burn
on love one can thrive
Life now sends me gifts anew
dances with a true love
Discoveries very old and true
all sent by our God above
Gleanings for the Soul to tend
salvation depends not on you
For true love man must depend
On our Savior having paid all our due!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-15-2014
Poem written for a contest, Beauty of your Soul ...
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[Post 200]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-21-2014 08:26 AM
Fall Sets To Turn
When timely Fall sets to turn
leaves hit the ground to burn
Epic radiant colors cascade down
forested floors see leafy gown
Winter's visitor did arrive
farmers feel jubiantly alive
Harvest in , time to rejoice
winter's precurser has voice
Sounds of birds taking flight
heading South day and night
Leaves carpet forest floors
Nature soon opens another door
Moonlight nights see it all
glowing as owls hoot the Fall
Native Americans wasted no time
prepping for another bad clime
Furry critters store more food
rushing all in the frantic mood
Living in a deep winters wrath
they pursue a surviving path
Fall retreats into winter sea
naked visits each pretty tree
Leaves wrapping their roots
Nights ring out owl's hoots
Silence cries the coming day
when winter will cast its sway
Snow may cover all in white
Fall has raced out of sight
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2014
Written for a contest, The Leaves of Fall.
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[Post 201]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-23-2014 08:48 AM
THE BELL OF FREEDOM
I've been to many places.
Seen so many things.
This is where I'll stay, my friends,
Where the bell of freedom rings.
But let me tell a story,
Of bells in other lands.
And how they cracked and crumbled,
From the weight of tyranny's hands.
Built with truth and honesty,
Ringing pure for years.
The people were the sovereigns,
Their status very clear.
But then the tone was changing.
A few were quite upset.
Understanding government
Can be their greatest threat.
The servants said, "The tone is off!"
"We'll fix it if we can.
We'll initiate a bureau
To carry out our plan,
And tax you just a little more
For work that must be done."
The timbre slowly getting worse.
The process had begun.
The people were oblivious
To changes being made.
The bell was slowly cracking
And higher taxes laid.
A private corporation
Controlled the currency.
The gold was taken from them
Along with liberty.
Soon the people asked for help,
They could not stand the weight.
The bell was falling swiftly,
To be destroyed, it's fate.
And they became the servants
That swept up the remains,
Of the bell that fell on hallowed land
And truth that it contains.
The thought of being sovereign?
For a few, a memory.
But most do not remember
Of ever being free.
They struggle, and the simple things
Are now a luxury,
And those that pull the puppet's strings,
Control their destiny.
Robert Nehls. 7-14-2014
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A good friend of mine, the poet Robert Nehls, wrote and won a contest with this fine write..
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[Post 202]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-26-2014 04:19 PM
The Skeleton in Armor
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armor drest,
Comest to daunt me!
Wrapt not in Eastern balms,
But with thy fleshless palms
Stretched, as if asking alms,
Why dost thou haunt me?”
Then, from those cavernous eyes
Pale flashes seemed to rise,
As when the Northern skies
Gleam in December;
And, like the water’s flow
Under December’s snow,
Came a dull voice of woe
From the heart’s chamber.
“I was a Viking old!
My deeds, though manifold,
No Skald in song has told,
No Saga taught thee!
Take heed, that in thy verse
Thou dost the tale rehearse,
Else dread a dead man’s curse;
For this I sought thee.
“Far in the Northern Land,
By the wild Baltic’s strand,
I, with my childish hand,
Tamed the gerfalcon;
And, with my skates fast-bound,
Skimmed the half-frozen Sound,
That the poor whimpering hound
Trembled to walk on.
“Oft to his frozen lair
Tracked I the grisly bear,
While from my path the hare
Fled like a shadow;
Oft through the forest dark
Followed the were-wolf’s bark,
Until the soaring lark
Sang from the meadow.
“But when I older grew,
Joining a corsair’s crew,
O’er the dark sea I flew
With the marauders.
Wild was the life we led;
Many the souls that sped,
Many the hearts that bled,
By our stern orders.
“Many a wassail-bout
Wore the long Winter out;
Often our midnight shout
Set the cocks crowing,
As we the Berserk’s tale
Measured in cups of ale,
Draining the oaken pail,
Filled to o’erflowing.
“Once as I told in glee
Tales of the stormy sea,
Soft eyes did gaze on me,
Burning yet tender;
And as the white stars shine
On the dark Norway pine,
On that dark heart of mine
Fell their soft splendor.
“I wooed the blue-eyed maid,
Yielding, yet half afraid,
And in the forest’s shade
Our vows were plighted.
Under its loosened vest
Fluttered her little breast,
Like birds within their nest
By the hawk frighted.
“Bright in her father’s hall
Shields gleamed upon the wall,
Loud sang the minstrels all,
Chanting his glory;
When of old Hildebrand
I asked his daughter’s hand,
Mute did the minstrels stand
To hear my story.
“While the brown ale he quaffed,
Loud then the champion laughed,
And as the wind-gusts waft
The sea-foam brightly,
So the loud laugh of scorn,
Out of those lips unshorn,
From the deep drinking-horn
Blew the foam lightly.
“She was a Prince’s child,
I but a Viking wild,
And though she blushed and smiled,
I was discarded!
Should not the dove so white
Follow the sea-mew’s flight,
Why did they leave that night
Her nest unguarded?
“Scarce had I put to sea,
Bearing the maid with me,
Fairest of all was she
Among the Norsemen!
When on the white sea-strand,
Waving his armed hand,
Saw we old Hildebrand,
With twenty horsemen.
“Then launched they to the blast,
Bent like a reed each mast,
Yet we were gaining fast,
When the wind failed us;
And with a sudden flaw
Came round the gusty Skaw,
So that our foe we saw
Laugh as he hailed us.
“And as to catch the gale
Round veered the flapping sail,
‘Death!’ was the helmsman’s hail,
‘Death without quarter!’
Mid-ships with iron keel
Struck we her ribs of steel;
Down her black hulk did reel
Through the black water!
“As with his wings aslant,
Sails the fierce cormorant,
Seeking some rocky haunt,
With his prey laden, —
So toward the open main,
Beating to sea again,
Through the wild hurricane,
Bore I the maiden.
“Three weeks we westward bore,
And when the storm was o’er,
Cloud-like we saw the shore
Stretching to leeward;
There for my lady’s bower
Built I the lofty tower,
Which, to this very hour,
Stands looking seaward.
“There lived we many years;
Time dried the maiden’s tears;
She had forgot her fears,
She was a mother;
Death closed her mild blue eyes,
Under that tower she lies;
Ne’er shall the sun arise
On such another!
“Still grew my bosom then,
Still as a stagnant fen!
Hateful to me were men,
The sunlight hateful!
In the vast forest here,
Clad in my warlike gear,
Fell I upon my spear,
Oh, death was grateful!
“Thus, seamed with many scars,
Bursting these prison bars,
Up to its native stars
My soul ascended!
There from the flowing bowl
Deep drinks the warrior’s soul,
Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!”
Thus the tale ended.
ALL THINGS VIKING WITH ME... ;)--Tyr
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[Post 203]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-27-2014 09:37 AM
A free verse write, inspired by a story that I recently read...
I rarely do free verse being a rhyme poet primarily that favors sonnets...-Tyr
Dances in the Clouds
Hear the racing winds sound....
as Nature sends nurture
and soaks the pleading soil
with its falling liquid gold
cycles repeated beautifully
Harken to earth's natural rhythms
with its glories on parade
colors singing proudly
snows setting sweetly,
future life in Sunny clouds
treasures gifted with relish
See the Rays of birth gleaming all about
steps taken with happy tears
beauty staring into bliss
dances under the glowing moon
floods of expected dreams
life dwelling in chaotic splendor
Rest, rest gently upon earthy pillows
sleep in resplendent slumber
dream in sweet repose
sail upon crystal wings
reliving tales of golden glory.......
Robert J. Lindley, 10-27-2014
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[Post 204]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-28-2014 08:54 AM
Odin's Brood
Tyr, Ziu and Saxnot triple threats to the giants*
Hermoor, Heimdallr, Magni and Thor all so defiant
gods of might and power, protectors of sweet earth
Odin's brave brood , courage and strength since birth
Vali, so very set on revenge and great destruction
so skilled in the guiles of seduction and abduction
Mani, shines with force , moon god of the mighty Norse
attempts seducing Nott , goddess of night , of course
Ullr , god of the winter, the hunt and sword duel
tricked by evil Loki that thought him a great fool
Sjofn, temptress , shining majestic goddess of love
that inspires freyja in love, and battle far above
Odin, that set the universe , the mysteries of life
frigga that bore him the sons of glory and paradise
All players in the Nordic thoughts of darkness and light
each serving to stir man's ardor and great zeal to fight
Greatest of all was the powerful legend of mighty Thor
that roamed the earth , destroying evil shore to shore
The bravest son of all Odin's great, mischievous clan
replacing mighty Tyr in the eyes of justice and man!
07/01/2014
Poem notes:
giants* (The Jötnar are a mythological race that live in Jötunheimr, one of the
nine)
Speakers of Old Norse called them jötnar (singular jötunn, pronounced
roughly “YO-tun”) or þursar (singular þurs, pronounced “THURS” like the first
element in “Thursday” but with a soft “s” at the end). Jötunn comes from the
Proto-Germanic *etunaz and means “devourer.” The Old English eóten is a
cognate (it means the same thing and comes from the same Proto-Germanic
word).[1] Þurs is derived from the Proto-Germanic þurisaz and means
something like “powerful and injurious one” with a secondary connotation
of “thorn-like.” The Old English ðyrs and Old High German duris are cognates.
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[Post 205]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-29-2014 09:15 AM
She Returns
Gone is bitter winter chill
warm is her body next to mine
Our last breakup left me ill
her curves sizzle so fine
Spring crashes in with glee
our nights now last longer
Her last escape so hurt me
she returned, I am stronger
Summer gives us water play
rivers and lakes to enjoy
Secluded spots to strip
enjoy, enjoy each tiny sip
Fall returns to soon shout
Am I staying in or going out
R.J. Lindley
10-19, 1976
note: A sonnet written almost 40 years ago..
Another try at making it a go with my first wife, Melinda.
Failure was predestined because I had no way to
defeat her drug addiction..
She , that was once the light from the moon...
Now faded to black.
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[Post 206]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-02-2014 09:36 AM
Something was stated recently by a person I respected. That poetry is lame.
Question then is poetry a lame writing form?--Tyr
http://www.philosophy.uncc.edu/mleldrid/SAAP/USC/DP13.html
Poetry as a Unique Art Form
Submitted as Discussion Paper to the 2007 Annual Meeting of the
Society for the Advancement of American Philosophy
Abstract:
In this paper I look at John Dewey’s and Hans-Georg Gadamer’s contributions to the classic question of the whether the arts should be ranked, specifically whether poetry should have a special standing among the arts. I lay out Dewey’s account of poetry and his late arguments against ranking the arts; then I lay out Gadamer’s account of poetry and his argument that poetry holds an exemplary status among the arts. I finally argue with Gadamer against Dewey that poetry not only deserves pride of place among the arts, but is also exemplary for understanding how language functions as disclosive. My argument draws on Gadamer’s view that language cannot be considered simply a tool as opposed to Dewey’s view that language is a tool, albeit the “tool of tools.”
When Alcuin set out the artes liberales at the end of the eighth century, three things kept poetry from finding a distinctive place: Plato’s concerns about the corruptive power of poetry; poesis—“making”—suggesting poetry belonged to the mechanical rather than liberal arts; and the Pythagorean mathematicization of music. Through the middle ages, the best poetry could hope for was a place under the category of rhetoric; though, since it was then seen as oriented only to pleasure, the Medieval Church shared Plato’s suspicions. So, when poetry took off in the 14th century it’s not surprising that something so connected to both language and music should seem to transcend the split between the trivium (grammar, rhetoric, and logic) and quadrivium (arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, and music). When Leonardo da Vinci in 1490 argued that painting not only belongs among the liberal arts, but is the highest of the arts, it was music and poetry—one the master of invisible things, the other the master of visible things—he sought to dethrone. Poetry was no longer a tool of rhetoric, but an art of first rank, and the nature of music lie in its emotional power, not in mathematical relations.
Leonardo’s arguments never caught on, but the link between poetry and music has been often repeated, as has been their status as the highest of the arts. In the 19th century G.F.W. Hegel called poetry “the universal art of the mind.”[1] It “runs though all the arts” and is art’s “highest phase,” one phase higher than music. Arthur Schopenhauer inverted the priority: poetry is “the true mirror of the real nature of the world and life,”[2] but music, since it speaks directly to the will unmediated by ideas, is the “most powerful of all the arts.”[3] A young John Dewey wrote “The various fine arts, architecture, sculpture, painting, music and poetry are the successive attempts of the mind to adequately express its own ideal nature, or, more correctly stated, adequately to produce that which will satisfy its own demands for a love of a perfectly harmonious nature, something in which admiration may rest.”[4] The ordering of the arts is not accidental; poetry is above music, especially dramatic poetry, as it “consummates…the range of fine arts, because in dramatic form we have the highest ideal of self, personality displaying itself in the form of personality … beyond this art cannot go.”[5] Forty years later in Art and Experience Dewey returns to the idea of ranking the arts, but by then his views had changed. He presents the very fact that Schopenhauer even thought to rank the arts as evidence of “a complete failure of philosophy to meet the challenge that art offers reflective thought.”[6] By 1931 Dewey is no longer willing to give any art form pride of place among the arts.
The question I want to take up is the place of poetry in the arts: specifically does it hold pride of place either as the telos of art, or the essence of art, or at least as deserving special consideration among the arts. I will look at Dewey’s theory of poetry and how he argues that it does not hold a philosophically distinctive place and contrast it with Hans-Georg Gadamer’s theory about “the essential priority of poetry with respect to the other arts.”[7] Martin Heidegger may have expressed the view most dramatically when he claimed that “the essence of art is poetry”[8] but, as in so many other cases, it is Gadamer who fully articulates it and locates it in the history of philosophy. Finally I will argue with Gadamer that poetry does have a distinctive place among the arts, and poetry is particularly useful for helping us understand the arts in general. The key to this argument is seeing that language, especially poetic language, is not first a foremost a tool, not even, as Dewey writes, the “tool of tools.”[9]
I. Dewey’s Understanding of Poetry among the Arts
Of course what Dewey is known most for is arguing against distinguishing art from other areas of life. In Art as Experience it is the continuity among the arts, and above all the continuity of aesthetic experience and everyday experience, that takes the fore. He argues that were we to understand life as practical through and through, as we should, “then would disappear the separations that trouble present thinking: division of everything into nature and experience, of experience in practice and theory, art and science, or art into useful and fine, menial and free.”[10] Poetry, for Dewey, holds no special status, though it can still be analyzed separately from the other arts.
Dewey sees the distinction between fine art and useful art as falling away once we realize the common anthropological roots of the two categories. All arts develop in order to emotionally mark significant objects or experiences to enable them to be better communicated across people and over time. The role of fine art always arises within the practical needs of life; it does not transcend them. Therefore, with respect to poetry, Dewey says “words serve their poetic purpose in the degree in which they summon and evoke into active operation the vital responses that are present whenever we experience qualities.”[11] The qualities of an experience are those that provide the unity to the experience; poetry becomes a way to communicate these qualities, in the process generating an experience. In doing so, poetry brings to attention features of the experience that may be particularly useful for our ongoing adaptation to our environment. It is “the emotional kindling of reality, which is the true province of poetry;”[12] poetry “radiates the light that never was on land and sea but that henceforth is an abiding illumination of objects.”[13] Of course this same illuminating and attention-grabbing function might be played by prose as well as poetry, the difference between the two being that:
One of them [prose] realizes the power of words to express what is in heaven and earth and under the seas by means of extension; the other [poetry] by intension. The prosaic is an affair of description and narration, of details accumulated and relations elaborated. It spreads as it goes like a legal document or catalogue. The poetic reverses the process. It condenses and abbreviates, thus giving words an energy of expansion that is almost explosive.[14]
It is its energy—especially its spontaneous energy—that gives poetry its significant character as art and distinguishes it from prose, but for Dewey it shares that energy with other
Conclusion:
Often the small differences are the most illuminating ones. Dewey’s and Gadamer’s theories of art share much in common; they disagree, however, on the classic question of how the arts should be ranked, or, in Dewey’s case, whether they should be ranked at all. It turns out that behind the disagreement lies a significant difference as to how they see our relationship to language, and this difference leads them to competing theories of poetry. Siding with Gadamer that language is not merely a tool, but a fundamental way in which the world is disclosed to us, I think Gadamer is right that poetry both holds pride of place among the arts and is exemplary of the disclosive power of all language
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http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/derek-walcott-tiepolos-hound
Derek Walcott: Tiepolo’s Hound
Year
2005
After Omeros proved his mastery of the epic poem in 1990, and even after the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature fortified his place among the great writers of the world, Derek Walcott couldn’t distract the still-diligent and meticulous craftsman in him from completing yet another masterpiece. Tiepolo’s Hound, published in 2000, is a book-length poem that combines the stories of two painters—told in verse—with Walcott’s own watercolor and oil paintings.
Written entirely in alternately rhymed couplets, the imagery of Tiepolo’s Hound is informed by the landscapes of St. Thomas, St. Lucia, and Paris, while the story of the poem follows two narratives: one of the Caribbean-born painter Camille Pissarro, the other of Walcott himself, taking up the persona of a poet and failed painter. Pissarro’s great urge in the book is to move to Paris to pursue his painting career, a journey Walcott describes with an Impressionist’s vivid, delicate sensibility. Meanwhile, the Walcott character recalls a painting he saw when he was a young man visiting New York City:
“On my first trip to the Modern I turned a corner,
rooted before the ridged linen of a Cèzanne. ”
“A still life. I thought how clean his brushes were!
Across that distance light was my first lesson. ”
“I remember stairs in couplets. The Metropolitan’s
marble authority, I remember being”
“stunned as I studied the exact expanse
of a Renaissance feast, the art of seeing. ”
“Then I caught a slash of pink on the inner thigh
of a white hound entering the cave of a table, ”
“so exact in its lucency at The Feast of Levi,
I felt my heart halt. ”
The perfectly rendered hound captures the poet’s imagination—even as Walcott tells Pissarro’s story, the hound is a recurring presence, a reference point throughout the book. Though Walcott searches for it his entire life, he is unable to find the painting again—a symbol of Walcott’s unfulfillment as a painter, the object of a pursuit that has eluded him.
Despite this realization, the parallels between Pissarro and Walcott are numerous. Both have Caribbean origins, both are artists, and both, through self-exile, are interminably tied to their homeland. St. Thomas follows Pissarro—as does Walcott’s St. Lucia—to Paris by more than its name alone:
“Doubt was his patron saint, it was his island’s,
the saint who probed the holes in his Saviour’s hands”
“(despite the parenthetical rainbow of providence)
and questioned resurrection; its seven bright bands. ”
“Saint Thomas, the skeptic, Saint Lucia, the blind
martyr who on a tray carried her own eyes, ”
“the hymn of black smoke, wreath of the trade wind,
confirming their ascent to paradise. ”
Ultimately, Tiepolo’s Hound is about the relationship of painting and writing. Language and image aren’t conflicting media but complement one another. With sharp attention to color, architecture, and the movement of the eye, Tiepolo’s Hound opens with these lines:
“They stroll on Sundays down Dronningens Street,
passing the bank and the small island shops”
“quiet as drawings, keeping from the heat
through Danish arches until the street stops”
“at the blue, gusting harbour, where like
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[Post 207]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-02-2014 09:54 AM
Continued...--Tyr
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http://www.authorama.com/the-poetics-2.html
Aristotle (384 BCE-322 BCE)
Aristotle on the Art of Poetry: 1
Our subject being Poetry, I propose to speak not only of the art in general but also of its species and their respective capacities; of the structure of plot required for a good poem; of the number and nature of the constituent parts of a poem; and likewise of any other matters in the same line of inquiry. Let us follow the natural order and begin with the primary facts.
Epic poetry and Tragedy, as also Comedy, Dithyrambic poetry, and most flute-playing and lyre-playing, are all, viewed as a whole, modes of imitation. But at the same time they differ from one another in three ways, either by a difference of kind in their means, or by differences in the objects, or in the manner of their imitations.
I. Just as form and colour are used as means by some, who (whether by art or constant practice) imitate and portray many things by their aid, and the voice is used by others; so also in the above-mentioned group of arts, the means with them as a whole are rhythm, language, and harmony—used, however, either singly or in certain combinations. A combination of rhythm and harmony alone is the means in flute-playing and lyre-playing, and any other arts there may be of the same description, e.g. imitative piping. Rhythm alone, without harmony, is the means in the dancer’s imitations; for even he, by the rhythms of his attitudes, may represent men’s characters, as well as what they do and suffer. There is further an art which imitates by language alone, without harmony, in prose or in verse, and if in verse, either in some one or in a plurality of metres. This form of imitation is to this day without a name. We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse—though it is the way with people to tack on ’poet’ to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in. Even if a theory of medicine or physical philosophy be put forth in a metrical form, it is usual to describe the writer in this way; Homer and Empedocles, however, have really nothing in common apart from their metre; so that, if the one is to be called a poet, the other should be termed a physicist rather than a poet. We should be in the same position also, if the imitation in these instances were in all the metres, like the Centaur (a rhapsody in a medley of all metres) of Chaeremon; and Chaeremon one has to recognize as a poet. So much, then, as to these arts. There are, lastly, certain other arts, which combine all the means enumerated, rhythm, melody, and verse, e.g. Dithyrambic and Nomic poetry, Tragedy and Comedy; with this difference, however, that the three kinds of means are in some of them all employed together, and in others brought in separately, one after the other. These elements of difference in the above arts I term the means of their imitation.
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[Post 208]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-02-2014 07:57 PM
Time, Cuts Like A Knife
Would I perish in this onrush of racing time
if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime
Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death
should one fight death until that last breath
Is love truly the fullfillment of the great Law
or just a futile recording of all that we saw
Hush and a sweet wind will grace your life
wash away the worries and constant strife
Sleep well from exhaustion as a faithful goal
satisfaction that greatly enhances the Soul
Fill your life with many very worthwhile deeds
sow goodness with many compassionate seeds
All things are temporary in this very short life
time awaits no man while it cuts like a knife
R.J. Lindley
11/23/1983
Note: Thirty one years ago I in this write saw some of my future about to unfold.
A damn shame that most men do not follow that which they know is the right path...-Tyr
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[Post 209]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-04-2014 09:41 AM
The Harlot and The Fool
She a sultry vixen bought love with her cries
he, the scoundrel , ate her up with his eyes
Sexy curves just so right on a body so lean
world called her princess, he called her Jean!
Nights of tossing gold dust upon her bedroom door
she weeping so , so profusely begging for more
Never outright selling her hot steamy pleasure
men eagerly offering their lives and treasure!
Blue ribbons adorning her hair of woven gold
market mastering as her secret wares were sold
Customers lined castles just to see her glow
offering gold and gems to see her sexy show!
She a queen that ruled in the realm of desires
wrapped in gold and silk stoked the many fires
Dreams offered in sexy body and sweet low moans
her victims , lost in fantasy and sexual groans
A prince appeared to whisk the goddess away
he, the scoundrel , could not make her stay
Her parting words, bitter arrows cutting his pride
good night sucker, bring more gold, get another ride!
02, 23, 1985 Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 210]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-04-2014 11:27 PM
A lesson learned.. Sent in this poem to another much larger publishing site and was asked to allow a few minor changes-by way of suggestions , on my poem submitted. I thought no big deal--so it takes it from a perfect sonnet--10 syllables per line . I did wonder why the poetry expert asking me about making changes before they presented it -thought nothing of destroying the syllable perfect count but was in a mood so ok'ed it.
Now after seeing it presented with the changes I deeply regret agreeing to the changes.
I am presenting both versions here. For comparison --
First the edited, revised , suggested version... I dislike now. -Tyr
River Laps Softly
The ripples of water lap river's edge
quietly I sit, a man seeking love
The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul
nearby, the moan of a single dove
Sweetest place, roaring river churns
fish splashing about in a soft replay
Continuance as the world slowly turns
colors splash endings to a wonderful day
The smell of fish, water and mud
cool air spreading its soft relief
Comfort given to stop anger in my blood
as nature’s gifts, a most calming belief
Soon its quiet, knowledge enters my soul
Victory came because I made it so
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This is the original, perfect sonnet version... -Tyr
River Laps Softly
The ripples of water lap river's edge
quietly I sit, a man seeking love
The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul
nearby, lonely call of a single dove
Sweetest place roaring river moans and churns
fish splashing about in a soft replay
Continuance as the world slowly turns
colors splash endings to wonderful day
The smell is that of fish , water and mud
cool air spreading its greatest soft relief
Comfort gives to stop anger in my blood
as Nature gifts a most calming belief
Soon its quiet , knowledge enters my soul
Victory came because I made it so
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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: N/A
Total # Words: 101
Poem Syllable Counter, Count Poem Syllables, Count Syllables in a Poem, Count Syllables, Syllable Counter
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I will never allow another editted version of any of my poems unless its one I came up with for a good reason myself.
I still have no memory of why I said yes to the suggested changes. This was about 3 or 4 weeks ago ....
I remember replying about 2 or 3 am to the request. I must have been off in another world when I did so..
As is now obvious my original version is better and it being in perfect syllable count is of great importance. -Tyr
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[Post 211]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-05-2014 09:30 AM
Prose written by Carrie Richards..
Usually I am not that big on prose but sometimes I find awesome renderings that impress me..
This is one that did that.. And struck me also because we have a fiery Kathleen here that strikes me as
an exceptional person!-Tyr
Lady Kathleen
She pours the brewed, hot cup of tea, as we relax here in the shade
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts, of the old screened porch
Webs of daddy long-legs, glisten in the afternoon light, and I listen, intensely
while she nonchalantly chatters, telling me stories,..as if they were ordinary tales
True life adventures, that I can't imagine, but yes......they are real
She crossed an ocean, saw war, in action,
A life of adventure, of hardship, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing revealed, to hint of the years
that have weathered her crinkles nor dampened her cheer
Inside the house, the counter is a clutter, piled high with dishes
The old floor is sticky, and dog hair floats in prisms of light
One old hound sleeps in the middle of the worn kitchen rug.
Another lame Labrador laps water from a pie tin,
dripping water from his sloppy face across the peeling checkered floor.
Throughout the house, a lingering musky smell of well loved pets,
and a stale, smoky odor of burnt toast from her attempt at breakfast.
Servants, cooks, gardeners, part of a long ago past.
The house is filled with dust covered, belongings
History fills each corner to mingle, along with the dust motes that linger in air
Junk mail, newspapers, dog treats, documents and clippings
prized antiques and artifacts, ......just facts of life, from how she sees them
On every shelf, and on the walls, are sepia-hued photographs
Famous faces I have seen, on the news, and on the screen
A handsome young man, and she was his bride
A commander when the world took sides
She followed him to the ends of the earth.
And soon will gladly follow him to the grave
I sit here now,...with this woman of many lives.
Like one of the flowers on her porch, she wears a tattered, splattered dress.
Today, she is a homespun, country widow.
An extraordinary woman, this grand Duchess,
yet now who bears traits of Ma Kettle
She brought class, dignity, and a wealth of knowledge
to our small country neighborhood,....... to my life.
Here we are, together, so far from the world she once knew.
We sit in the shade of her covered porch
A long haired, grey cat jumps into her lap.
Under the veil of a summer day
I pour her another cup of tea, and a little more for myself.
Tea is served, flavored with lemon....I have much more to drink in.....to savor.
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A True Character....dear /Friend/and Neighbor (Kathleen Maitland) now deceased
Whose husband was an aviation pioneer
The most amazing couple I have ever known
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lester_J._Maitland
Revised 10/21/14 For Guatami's Contest: Sketch a Character
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[Post 212]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-07-2014 08:41 AM
Death, You Do Not Win
The world has been unkind to me
yet there's no where, no where to flee.
I'll sit and take it if I must
for all return to earthly dust.
To cry will do no worldly good.
Defy with spirit, as I should.
A loss that cannot be replaced
yet life must once again be faced.
So here I sit and wonder how
to stop the gloom which eats me now.
Can it be slain with greater love
or only healed by God above?
Once, anger always worked for me
but now, this time decides to flee.
Yet I seek not its quick return
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014
Note : Contest
Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse III
You may select between Iambic tetrameter, pentameter, hexameter, heptameter (quatorzain), royal rhyme, blank verse and decapentasyllabic verse. Poems composed with different Iambic forms are accepted as well. Just specify the Iambic forms you have used, beneath the poem.
Form chosen , Iambic tetrameter.
CONTEST NOW JUDGED
This poem written in Iambic tetrameter took third place. After reading the first and second place poems I agree with that result.
I judged those better myself. Third place is great when considering the quantity and caliber of the poets that wrote for the Top-gun Poetry Contest. A great many are already published poets...
I am especially happy this write placed so high in the contest as it was about the death of my brother-in-law recently.
I usually do not care to do Iambic verse as I favor a less structured approach.
One that gives the writer more leeway to express their message. --TYR
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[Post 213]
Author : NT'sGirl
Date : 11-07-2014 12:31 PM
This was written by my 16 year old just after her Uncle passed and his best friend was drowning in his hurt with alcohol.
Love this kid.
Stay Awake, Poetry by Veronica
I would pay a thousand prices for honesty
Give everything to have you see
That the appropriate response
Is not to dig your own grave with the same shovel
Yes, it's true, and I'm sorry
He's gone, and it hurts
More than the Little Monster
Digging itself into your torso
Facing Little Monster is hard
Fighting is beyond your capacity
Giving in to Numbness
Is brief sweet serenity
Numb only holds for so long
And when Numb gives out
It hurts worse than it ever had before
Little Monster gnawing away
Soon you become so lost in being Numb
That Little Monster uses Numb as a blindfold
Traps you in it, wraps you in it
Salvation is a cage
To ignore your cage
You burrow deeper into Numb
Your blindfold is thickened
Web spins tighter, and you gave it the silk
But something inside is screaming
Little Memories are screaming their names and their stories
Even though some of the Voices are too shrill, and too new, and they hurt
You smile despite yourself
A switch flips, and you remember your existence beyond Numb
Wriggling, you fight
Grasping you begin to claw your way out
But the climb is harder
Climbing takes more than you think you have to give
Little Memories screaming in your ear,
Little Monster babies biting at your will
But you fight
You fight and you fall because that's HOW YOU DO IT
You WILL slip, but the part about slipping is that
It's NOT another fall
Unless you let it be
YOU choose whether or not to fall back into the silken dream of Numb
YOU make the world around you
Make an upward climb level
And teach Little Memories to SING
Don't beat your Memories down for hurting you
Accept the hurt as another part of happiness
Don't lock yourself away from Numb
Accept Numb as a part of Awake
Don't let go
Make peace
Don't fall deep into Numb for someone who left
Stay Awake for the people they've left here
Numbness is only a day
Waking is an eternity
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[Post 214]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-08-2014 08:08 AM
This was written by my 16 year old just after her Uncle passed and his best friend was drowning in his hurt with alcohol.
Love this kid.
Stay Awake, Poetry by Veronica
I would pay a thousand prices for honesty
Give everything to have you see
That the appropriate response
Is not to dig your own grave with the same shovel
Yes, it's true, and I'm sorry
He's gone, and it hurts
More than the Little Monster
Digging itself into your torso
Facing Little Monster is hard
Fighting is beyond your capacity
Giving in to Numbness
Is brief sweet serenity
Numb only holds for so long
And when Numb gives out
It hurts worse than it ever had before
Little Monster gnawing away
Soon you become so lost in being Numb
That Little Monster uses Numb as a blindfold
Traps you in it, wraps you in it
Salvation is a cage
To ignore your cage
You burrow deeper into Numb
Your blindfold is thickened
Web spins tighter, and you gave it the silk
But something inside is screaming
Little Memories are screaming their names and their stories
Even though some of the Voices are too shrill, and too new, and they hurt
You smile despite yourself
A switch flips, and you remember your existence beyond Numb
Wriggling, you fight
Grasping you begin to claw your way out
But the climb is harder
Climbing takes more than you think you have to give
Little Memories screaming in your ear,
Little Monster babies biting at your will
But you fight
You fight and you fall because that's HOW YOU DO IT
You WILL slip, but the part about slipping is that
It's NOT another fall
Unless you let it be
YOU choose whether or not to fall back into the silken dream of Numb
YOU make the world around you
Make an upward climb level
And teach Little Memories to SING
Don't beat your Memories down for hurting you
Accept the hurt as another part of happiness
Don't lock yourself away from Numb
Accept Numb as a part of Awake
Don't let go
Make peace
Don't fall deep into Numb for someone who left
Stay Awake for the people they've left here
Numbness is only a day
Waking is an eternity
A truly impressive write for a teenage. Actually it is an impressive write were she an adult IMHO.
She should be encouraged to write and to write more..
Her talent is there and all it needs is nurturing , time and experience...
I suggest that she perhaps she consider joining a poetry site and submit here work. A good one will give great educational feedback and experience! -Tyr
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[Post 215]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-08-2014 09:21 AM
http://www.biography.com/people/lord-byron-21124525
Lord Byron Biography
Poet, Playwright (1788–1824)
Quick Facts
Name Lord Byron Occupation Poet, Playwright Birth Date January 22, 1788 Death Date April 19, 1824 Place of Birth London, England, United Kingdom Place of Death Messolonghi, Greece AKA George Gordon Byron Lord Byron 6th Baron Byron Full Name George Gordon Noel Byron
Lord Byron is regarded as one of the greatest British poets and is best known for his amorous lifestyle and his brilliant use of the English language.
1 of 5 quotes
“Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.”
—Lord Byron
Synopsis
Born in 1788, Lord Byron was one of the leading figures of the Romantic Movement in early 19th century England. The notoriety of his sexual escapades is surpassed only by the beauty and brilliance of his writings. After leading an unconventional lifestyle and producing a massive amount of emotion-stirring literary works, Byron died at a young age in Greece pursuing romantic adventures of heroism.
Early Life
Born George Gordon Noel Byron on January 22, 1788, Lord Byron was the sixth Baron Byron of a rapidly fading aristocratic family. A clubfoot from birth left him self-conscious most of his life. As a boy, young George endured a father who abandoned him, a schizophrenic mother and a nurse who abused him. As a result he lacked discipline and a sense of moderation, traits he held on to his entire life.
In 1798, at age 10, George inherited the title of his great-uncle, William Byron, and was officially recognized as Lord Byron. Two years later, he attended Harrow School in London, where he experienced his first sexual encounters with males and females. In 1803, Byron fell deeply in love with his distant cousin, Mary Chaworth, and this unrequited passion found expression in several poems, including "Hills of Annesley" and "The Adieu."
From 1805 to 1808, Byron attended Trinity College intermittently, engaged in many sexual escapades and fell deep into debt. During this time, he found diversion from school and partying with boxing, horse riding and gambling. In June 1807, he formed an enduring friendship with John Cam Hobhouse and was initiated into liberal politics, joining the Cambridge Whig Club.
Early Travel and Writing
After receiving a scathing review of his first volume of poetry, Hours of Idleness, in 1808, Byron retaliated with the satirical poem "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers." The poem attacked the literary community with wit and satire, and gained him his first literary recognition. Upon turning 21, Byron took his seat in the House of Lords. A year later, with John Hobhouse, he embarked on a grand tour through the Mediterranean Sea and began writing "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage," a poem of a young man's reflections on travel in foreign lands.
In July 1811, Byron returned to London after the death of his mother, and in spite of all her failings, her passing plunged him into a deep mourning. High praise by London society pulled him out of his doldrums, as did a series of love affairs, first with the passionate and eccentric Lady Caroline Lamb, who described Byron as "mad, bad and dangerous to know," and then with Lady Oxford, who encouraged Byron's radicalism. Then, in the summer of 1813, Byron apparently entered into an intimate relationship with his half sister, Augusta, now married. The tumult and guilt he experienced as a result of these love affairs were reflected in a series of dark and repentant poems, "The Giaour," "The Bride of Abydos" and "The Corsair."
In September 1814, seeking to escape the pressures of his amorous entanglements, Byron proposed to the educated and intellectual Anne Isabella Milbanke (also known as Annabella Milbanke). They married in January 1815, and in December of that year, their daughter, Augusta Ada, better known as Ada Lovelace, was born. However, by January the ill-fated union crumbled, and Annabella left Byron amid his drinking, increased debt, and rumors of his relations with his half sister and of his bisexuality. He never saw his wife or daughter again.
more at
http://www.biography.com/people/lord-byron-21124525
He interests me because he was strong in intellect but so very weak in virtue. Yielded to his carnal desires with abandon and so often said, "to hell with the world and its values". I myself, went thru a long period like that and wrote during that many years long period over 25 short stories and about 340 poems.. Most deliberately destroyed by a very vindictive ex-wife that refused to give them back to me unless I remarry her. I refused, she burned them. Stone cold fox or not I simply could not stay with her and her drug addiction. -Tyr
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[Post 216]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-08-2014 09:48 AM
Climbing That Hill
Slowly I climbed that silent hill
just to sit in solitary thought
Desperation fights against my will
destroying all the mercies bought
As I crest that hill to summit high
a calm feeling washes all over me
No more shall I seek mercy to buy
it has been sent in all that I see
A stand of mighty oaks looming tall
so many birds singing all around
This majestic wonder gifted to us all
Nature's blessings so eagerly found
Whip-poor-wills singing to early morn
hidden so cleverly on the wet ground
I muse, happy just to have been born
paying homage with such loving sound
Robert J. Lindley
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This poem was written many decades ago but only recently submitted into a Poetry contest
--Theme was Solitude and Awakenings..
It took 8th place in a very stiff competition and yes I think after reading the other entries
It should have placed no less than second or third place. However placing in the top ten in that
competition is an honor..
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[Post 217]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-08-2014 06:00 PM
Read this and it was so funny I just had to post it..
A post and commentary from a poetry critics site.. :laugh:--Tyr
"Can Poetry Matter?"
by
Stephen Dobyns
Heart feels the time has come to compose lyric poetry.
No more storytelling for him. Oh, Moon, Heart writes,
sad wafer of the heart's distress. and then: Oh, Moon,
bright cracker of the heart's pleasure. Which is it,
is the moon happy or sad, cracker or wafer? He looks
from the window but the night is overcast. Oh, Cloud,
he writes, moody veil of the Moon's distress. And then,
Oh, Cloud, sweet scarf of the Moon's repose. Once more
Heart asks, Are clouds kindly or a bother, is the moon sad
or at rest? He calls scientists who tell him that the moon
is a dead piece of rock. He calls astrologers. One says
the moon means water. Another that it signifies oblivion.
The girl next door says the Moon means love. The nut
up the block says it proves Satan has us under his thumb.
Heart goes back to his notebooks. Oh, Moon,, he writes,
confusing orb meaning one thing or another. Heat feels
that his words lack conviction. Then he hits on a solution.
Oh, Moon, immense hyena of introverted motorboat.
Oh, Moon, upside down lamppost of barbershop quartet.
Heart takes his lines to a critic who tells him that the poet
is recounting a time as a toddler when he saw his father
kissing the baby-sitter at the family's cottage on a lake.
Obviously, the poem explains the poet's fear of water.
Heart is ecstatic. He rushes home to continue writing.
Oh, Cloud, raccoon cadaver of colored crayon, angel spittle
recast as foggy euphoria. Heart is swept up by the passion
of composition. Freed from the responsibility of content,
no nuance of nonsense can be denied him. Soon his poems
appear everywhere, while the critic writes essays elucidating
Heart's meaning. Jointly they form a sausage factory of poetry:
Heart supplying the pig snouts and rectal tissue of language
which the critic encloses in a thin membrane of explication.
Lyric poetry means teamwork, thinks Heart: a hog farm,
corn field, and two old dobbins pulling a buckboard of song.
(from Pallbearers Envying the One Who Rides, 1999)
"Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut." -- Linda Pastan
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[Post 218]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-09-2014 12:02 PM
Wrote this early this morn. And yes, I did see the humor in it now but it was also a damn rough young life too.
Hope it brings a smile to somebody. As even I got a laugh out of my early ten bitching about chores..
Life, if we didn't laugh about much of it we would have to cry more!--Tyr
Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again
"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
so get it done before we all grow old."
Boys, don't gripe, somebody got to do it
so hurry up and get right on to it
Winter is coming on and lickety-split
we need that firewoood before it hits
Early morning hours before going to school
sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool
Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun
stacking newly cut firewood by the ton!
A boy of fourteen truly does not care
to pull a damn crosscut saw anywhere
If his washing dishes wasn't bad enough
now this job, it was sho' nuff tough
Working two hours before school was bad
four more after school made one really mad
Curse this damn wood and this damn life
hickory ain't butter, this saw aint a knife!
Someday, I'll get a real fine job then
get myself rich like so many other men
Fancy myself with riches and a beautiful wife
curse this damn wood and this damn life
"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
so get it done before we all grow old."
Stop yelling, we sawing to beat the band
want any better, get another slaving hand
We cut and stack this crap all the time
pay is lousy, not even one thin dime
Big bro' pulling on the saw's other end
laughing at me , with that damn silly grin
"Little bro', stop bitching you're wasting spit
nothing to change so lets get on with it."
Another one, urging me to be a working fool
when grown man I'll be nobody's damn tool
Gonna get me that money and a life of ease
lay about, do just as I damn well please!
"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
so get it done before we all grow old."
Early morning hours before going to school
sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool
Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun
stacking newly cut firewood by the ton!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2014
note: Special thanks to my friend Sara Kendrick for this concept
and inspiration. Inspired by her new contest theme....
Written about my young life and some of its hardships.
Usually writing a sonnet comes so easily to me but when starting
this write this blew right on out of me. Definitely not
a sonnet as was her contest requirement , so its not an entry in
that competition.
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[Post 219]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-09-2014 09:58 PM
Had time to write for another contest..
This dark poem warns of living with abandon and embracing a lustful life ....
Plea From A Dark Soul
Weep not in the sun for me
my wasted life spent in vain
by death I did flee,
all but my shadow dwelt in pain
Utter not proud words for me
years of drunken whoring feasts
by death I did flee,
feeling no love, set loose my beasts
Deny not the fate I did earn
in my own just Hell to endure
by death I so return,
leaving a black heart so impure
Cry not over my burial urn
my deeds harvested bitter fruits
by death I so return,
to anguish in my dark roots!
Robert J. Lindley 11-09-2014
note: Written from a dream, rather a nightmare
that I had recently. As the darkness closed in the
screams grew louder, the pain stronger and the heartaches
shouted for more agony.. Singe this sinner's hide with pain
that makes the angels cry..
A voice speaks out, tis only the start , we have ages and ages to increase
the torment and pain.
Time serves us this sweet delight , this lost soul now lives within our eternal night!
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[Post 220]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2014 07:43 PM
Mermaids - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Suzanne Delaney
Contest Name Mermaids
Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline 6/30/2014 12:00:00 AM
Note From Sponsor No updates yet...
Contest Description
Mermaids are celebrated in verse and art from time immemorial. For this contest I want to hear your stories…. in a poetic form that weaves the most magical tale about these alluring creatures with a fantastic fish tail. What to Submit?
You can use the first person and become a mermaid
The Mermaid
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-92
'Who would be a mermaidfair,
singing alone, combing her hair,
Under the sea, in a golden curl,
with a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
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My entry.. Tis' not easy to write in poetic narrative form...I took this one on as a challenge and it came out well. Taking 4th place in such a stiff contest with so very many entries by published poets was indeed a great honor.. And on my first attempt at this narrative form no less..
The Mermaid's Rescue
A lost and lone survivor of a sunken warship
back into conciousness the sailor finally did slip
All alone in the vast, vast empty water prairie
fleeting thoughts of home and his sweet Marie!
Hazy, crazy thoughts swirled in his aching head
had he not drowned , O' why was he not dead
Memories of being saved by an unseen guiding force
O' but what a song , what a beautiful angelic voice!
Visions soon appeared for his mind's eye to see
of a beautiful creature rising to his rescue pleas
Hair of radiant gold lying lovingly upon breasts bare
a swimming angel appeared ever so swiftly there!
Now waking upon this small and desolate rock
feverish and deep in the throes of a tragic shock
Suddenly hearing voice began to softly, sweetly sing
his spirit , soul healed so quickly that voice did bring!
Searching eagerly across the shining ocean's waves
for a mysterious hero that did desperate lives save
A wished for vision soon appeared at the water's edge
a mere dozen feet from the jutting rock's lower ledge!
The same beautiful face he saw in his vision's haze
the magical creature he now knew his life had saved
One even prettier than his cherished, loving wife Marie
now it's entire form he could astonishingly see!
A Mermaid ! Heavens how could such vision truly be
strange tales, fictional legends of very magical seas
Could this have been answer to his desperate pleas
a vision so tempting that his faithful heart it did tease!
Singing stopped and that voice began to clearly speak
telling he had been fast asleep for an entire week
A rescue ship would be arriving there that very day
as it appears I must say goodbye and swim away!
Final hours his Mermaid and he did pleasantly share
he in awe of her glory, her sexy body and golden hair
So many amazing stories of many a daring rescue feat
telling of rescues where sister Mermaids even compete!
Suddenly that promised ship raced coming in so fast
sailor knew this was his only chance, his very last
Please, he asked, will you give me a good-bye Mermaid kiss
wished granted , Mermaid vanished into the deep, blue abyss!
Rescued and now safely aboard his miracle life-saving ship
his story told and nary a miraculous part did he dare to skip
His tale he told to all that sat amazed at his strange ordeal
so mythical and strange, even he wondered was it truly real!
Robert L. 05-29-2014
AWARDED 4TH PLACE...
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[Post 221]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2014 08:53 PM
Arrogant Fools With Hollow Eyes
Those arrogant fools with hollow eyes
dark clouds blocking sunny skies
So ready to decry our natural rights
scheme and plot dirty little fights
This world hails such loud fools
there cheap words are but dirty tools
Seeking to destroy brave, honest men
as they wallow in their filthy pig pen
Yet men are blinded to their deeds
such snakes slither hiding in the weeds
O' sons of freedom raise your banners
fight this evil beast, teach it manners
Those arrogant fools with hollow eyes
dark clouds blocking sunny skies
So ready to decry our natural rights
scheme and plot dirty little fights
Shall they now reap a just reward?
justice delivered so very swift and hard!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2014
Note: Written AS A PERSONAL CHALLENGE FROM A VERY GOOD POET FRIEND OF MINE ON ANOTHER POETRY SITE CHALLENGED
ME TO WRITE THIS POEM ABOUT THE POLITICAL DOINGS OF THE CURRENT CROP OF TRAITORS INFESTING THIS NATION AND THE WHITEHOUSE.
Will post it there later this week and stir some blather about me being so intolerant.. :laugh:
I named no person or group but I know exactly who and what group will be ever so critical of this write.. -:laugh:--Tyr
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[Post 222]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-12-2014 08:09 PM
As Darkness Spreads Its Wings
Night sky, no moon can you see
blackness sits and abounds
Blocked by massive old tree
the mysteries on these grounds
Shadows streaking here and there
deep within this darkness dwells
A walking dead , grieving pair
envied by prisoners in all the hells
Forbidden to enter those dark gates
doomed to haunt this lonely place
Rejected by the evil Furies fates
each wearing a sardonic face
Shrill laughs chase their trails
as darkness spreads its wings
A new victim, it never fails
dies painfully as that pair sings
Night sky, no moon can you see
blackness sits and abounds
Blocked by massive old tree
the mysteries on these grounds
Robert Lindley, 11-12--2014
note : Written AS REQUESTED BY A POET FRIEND.
A DARK AND SCARY MYSTERY UNSOLVED AND AWAITING A PART TWO TO EXPLAIN THE MEANING..
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[Post 223]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-13-2014 10:37 PM
Daddy's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favourite dress
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he is a Canadian soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Canadians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
Author unknown.... was sent to me this week in my email by a poet friend....
Seems very timely considering recent bad news we have had .....
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[Post 224]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-17-2014 11:04 AM
My latest contest write.. A sonnet on lost love.
Personal experience drawn upon and life's lessons found. -Tyr
Your Love, My Every Thought
Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes
There I may soon see the wonderous sky
feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
embrace all woodland glory I may find
Beauty brings soft memories of you
flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
my mind soon rested and without a care
I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought
Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014
Note:
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: N/A
Total # Words: 103
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[Post 225]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-17-2014 10:28 PM
Another sonnet but this one is written for a friend that requested one on Nature at my poetry forum.
After The Storm, Rebirth
Storm has torn the majestic forested scene
as ravaged are the shrubs on high hills
Surviving birds yet sing and calmly preen
unmindful of last night's ripping thrills
Trees now broken, toppled at Nature's behest
all forested tranquility yet to be restored
Nature shook violently and did its very best
lakes many boats sunk where they moored
From this destruction new life shall reign
savage death brings on creation's birth
Beauty shall come with all that we see plain
earth renews the landscape for all its worth
I see with these renewing things a greater plan
All that teaches life's lessons to the heart of man
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2014
Inspired by Gry's Christensen's poem , "Brewing Sunsets In Teapots"
that I read early this morn.
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[Post 226]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-22-2014 06:12 PM
She Eats Hearts and Worlds
In this world life stands still
heartache chokes in for the kill
Sidewalk leaps up to quickly slay
Fools racing all about every day
That pain sets just so damn well
she that strode from the gates of hell
Tarnishing all that gave in love
her sex fits tightly, like a glove
Those nights did so hotly soothe
she the sexy vixen so damn smooth
Always naked and steaming ready to go
no man could resist the sexual show
In her world you gladly die to play
such delights , pure passion every way
Then roofs came loudly crashing down
death came with smiles and no damn frown!
Robert J. Lindley.
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[Post 227]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-22-2014 09:41 PM
From my good friend and fellow poet Paul Callus,
a Quatern submitted for a newly sponsored contest..
Here he paints war with the weather(constant , torrential rain). A comparison I suspect the rain gave him when he was there long ago.. --Tyr
Rain over Vietnam
There is the calm before the rain
It’s almost silent all around
The clouds expectant in the sky
Foreboding birds are homeward bound.
The soldiers stare at looming clouds
There is the calm before the rain
And yet there’s tension in the air
Will all this waiting be in vain?
They know the feeling well enough
The sun gets left out in the cold
There is the calm before the rain
They have to be prepared and bold.
The sound of planes will soon be heard
Torrential bombs will fall again
But ‘til the heavens burst in floods
There is the calm before the rain.
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Inspired by the song “Have you ever seen the rain?”
Sung by Credence Clearwater Revival.
With underlying reference to the Vietnam War.
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Rock N' Roll Contest sponsored by Kelly Deschler.
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[Post 228]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-23-2014 11:39 AM
Composed today by request from a poetess at my poetry site.
Posting here first while I mull over any changes that may need to be made..-Tyr
The Birds, They Were So Silent
I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet
Crossing bridge to glimmering lake
no worries, time was on my side
My charms would do me right
in this was my everlasting pride
I will find my lover's heart
bruised and battered it may be
As sure as life is a sweet fountain
my words shall bring her again unto me
I'll kiss her hands and her pretty feet
she will sway into my loving arms
A vision of pure heavenly delight
again falling for my arrogant charms
Our lives now by guile reunited
time will flow like a raging flood
The Love of My Lusting Desires,
shall live and eat in my blood
Summers shall be our playtime
winters for hot steaming nights
Time will yield to my magic
as my love sees wondrous sights
In the depths of this dream
she shall obey my hot desires
As I step from the dark shadows
to set ablaze her deepest fires
No heartaches , no terrible worries
life and love sets its steady pace
No tears shall ever fall across
the beauty of her loving face
Dancing into my long aching arms
into this sweet dream she shall dwell
No harm will I allow to visit her
as I seal shut the dark Gates of Hell
She will love me all the more
as we step into another golden realm
Sea shall envy her growing beauty
as I sail this ship steady at the helm
The ages crack into this deep mirror
joys are now so viciously denied
She now doubts my deep, slavish love
as my jealousy exposes my darkest pride
When time brings in its destroyer
love may stop cold in its track
I am but a love lost dreamer
thrown down upon my broken back
Yet again, look into my heart's mirror
the dream I made come alive for you
There is such goodness in this fantasy
you my life, your love governs all I do
I stand at this scary precipice
your hand is my greatest want
Love sends its everlasting glory
except when it mercilessly don't
You my darling hold the lasting key
late in this dream time stands still
My desires are as shallow nothings
measured against your true loving will
I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet
Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2014
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[Post 229]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-23-2014 03:32 PM
Hear Me , My Lover, Please Sail On Back
Close the door, put out the cat
a rough ride, are we in for that
Sling the covers off the brass bed
we need no heat we got sex instead
Let our hands seal this sweet deal
your slay me with that sex appeal
Sexy transparent gown you may now put on
my love as hard as an elephant bone
Your love is my world wrapped in gifts
your smile sings and so uplifts
Longing for you day and hot night
your naked body, O' my, what a sight
The moon cries for your beauty so loud
hiding its paleful light in a shroud
Forests cry out with their dying wood
your body they'd steal if they only could
Across the lake where we first laid
is the spot our love was first made
O' glorious day, flowers at our feet
blessed spot if only we could still meet
So long ago that you sadly sailed away
never knew why you couldn't stay
Some family issue was all I ever knew
such misery the dark day I lost you
I can cry but never dare to forget
that blue dress, how your body it fit
Each memory sends me into heartaching pain
shall I ever hope to see you again
You thats more fair than any flower
as cool as a nice Spring shower
Hair that flows all about your cheeks
we lay naked in bed for all those weeks
Last week I dreamed of your return
my lust kindled and ravagely did burn
Now I hold onto that very slim hope
why the hell didn't we just elope
Brings me back to how you went away
darkness falling on that miserable day
Blues wrapping me in their viselike grip
hell that burst forth as my heart did rip
Hear me , my lover, please sail on back
put our love so sweetly back on track
Then, close the door, put out the cat
a rough ride, yes we are in for that
Sling the covers off our big brass bed
need no heat, we have our hot love instead!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2014
Note- A new poem , written today for a contest but may not enter it
as I have an much older one a bit hotter from back in 1991.
Will have to compare the two with the Sponsor's requirements and decide later.
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[Post 230]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-26-2014 10:35 AM
Sunshine Eats Its Armor
Night is an old fish
deep in a dark sea
racing ever upward,
emerging into light
slow to eat more
yet steady as she goes
ever changing its tails,
seeking life anew
anticipating,
a future never known,
breaking against all
speeding into a mist
longed for by many,
desires on every list
Night is a new fish
racing down to flee
sunshine eats its armor
deep, dark it wants to be
Robert J. Lindley
note: A little free verse tonight(I rarely ever do). Even as I try, poetic rhyme still sneaks in..
like a dog chasing a juicy bone..lol
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[Post 231]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-27-2014 12:31 AM
Untitled, first half of a collaboration write.
Jake Ponce to write second half.. asked me to lead off so
he could build on it.. -Tyr
Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of salt in every spit
Years sinking past like a slow tide
no softness, that one could abide
As years sent life into a dark spin
easy came toughness, pain and sin
Then came love trying its very best
softness, weakness in every test
Blade drawn to parry each thrust
to live on never daring to trust
A weak moment, hell bore on down
life melted, each day a new frown
Love had been accepted with grace
she left without a path to trace
Sad night , the fight no great cause
clocks stopped, universe hit pause
Time yielded no forgiving reprieve
love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve
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[Post 232]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-27-2014 12:50 PM
November Chills Remind Me
As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town
Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never
She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along
Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day
November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend
Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.
R.J. Lindley 09, 11, 1976
note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me.
That is other than my private writings at home..
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.
Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..
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[Post 233]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-28-2014 10:06 AM
Author: Prose of Edgar Allen Poe , Type: Prose
Intensos rigidam in frontem ascendere canos
Passus erat
Lucan
--a bristly bore.
Translation
"LET us hurry to the walls," said Abel-Phittim to Buzi-Ben-Levi and Simeon the Pharisee, on the tenth day of the month Thammuz, in the year of the world three thousand nine hundred and forty-one- "let us hasten to the ramparts adjoining the gate of Benjamin, which is in the city of David, and overlooking the camp of the uncircumcised; for it is the last hour of the fourth watch, being sunrise; and the idolaters, in fulfilment of the promise of Pompey, should be awaiting us with the lambs for the sacrifices."
Simeon, Abel-Phittim, and Buzi-Ben-Levi, were the Gizbarim, or sub-collectors of the offering, in the holy city of Jerusalem.
"Verily," replied the Pharisee, "let us hasten: for this generosity in the heathen is unwonted; and fickle-mindedness has ever been an attribute of the worshippers of Baal."
"That they are fickle-minded and treacherous is as true as the Pentateuch," said Buzi-Ben-Levi, "but that is only towards the people of Adonai. When was it ever known that the Ammonites proved wanting to their own interests? Methinks it is no great stretch of generosity to allow us lambs for the altar of the Lord, receiving in lieu thereof thirty silver shekels per head!"
"Thou forgettest, however, Ben-Levi," replied Abel-Phittim, "that the Roman Pompey, who is now impiously besieging the city of the Most High, has no assurity that we apply not the lambs thus purchased for the altar, to the sustenance of the body, rather than of the spirit."
"Now, by the five corners of my beard!" shouted the Pharisee, who belonged to the sect called The Dashers (that little knot of saints whose manner of dashing and lacerating the feet against the pavement was long a thorn and a reproach to less zealous devotees- a stumbling-block to less gifted perambulators)- "by the five corners of that beard which, as a priest, I am forbidden to shave!- have we lived to see the day when a blaspheming and idolatrous upstart of Rome shall accuse us of appropriating to the appetites of the flesh the most holy and consecrated elements? Have we lived to see the day when-"
"Let us not question the motives of the Philistine," interrupted Abel-Phittim, "for to-day we profit for the first time by his avarice or by his generosity, but rather let us hurry to the ramparts, lest offerings should be wanting for that altar whose fire the rains of heaven cannot extinguish, and whose pillars of smoke no tempest can turn aside."
That part of the city to which our worthy Gizbarin now hastened, and which bore the name of its architect, King David, was esteemed the most strongly fortified district of Jerusalem; being situated upon the steep and lofty hill of Zion. Here, a broad, deep, circumvallatory trench, hewn from the solid rock, was defended by a wall of great strength erected upon its inner edge. This wall was adorned, at regular interspaces, by square towers of white marble; the lowest sixty, and the highest one hundred and twenty cubits in height. But, in the vicinity of the gate of Benjamin, the wall arose by no means from the margin of the fosse. On the contrary, between the level of the ditch and the basement of the rampart, sprang up a perpendicular cliff of two hundred and fifty cubits, forming part of the precipitous Mount Moriah. So that when Simeon and his associates arrived on the summit of the tower called Adoni-Bezek- the loftiest of all the turrets around about Jerusalem, and the usual place of conference with the besieging army- they looked down upon the camp of the enemy from an eminence excelling by many feet that of the Pyramid of Cheops, and, by several, that of the temple of Belus.
"Verily," sighed the Pharisee, as he peered dizzly over the precipice, "the uncircumcised are as the sands by the seashore- as the locusts in the wilderness! The valley of The King hath become the valley of Adommin."
"And yet," added Ben-Levi, "thou canst not point me out a Philistine- no, not one- from Aleph to Tau- from the wilderness to the battlements- who seemeth any bigger than the letter Jod!"
"Lower away the basket with the shekels of silver!" here shouted a Roman soldier in a hoarse, rough voice, which appeared to issue from the regions of Pluto- "lower away the basket with the accursed coin which it has broken the jaw of a noble Roman to pronounce! Is it thus you evince your gratitude to our master Pompeius, who, in his condescension, has thought fit to listen to your idolatrous importunities? The god Phoebus, who is a true god, has been charioted for an hour- and were you not to be on the ramparts by sunrise? Aedepol! do you think that we, the conquerors of the world, have nothing better to do than stand waiting by the walls of every kennel, to traffic with the dogs of the earth? Lower away! I say- and see that your trumpery be bright in color and just in weight!"
"El Elohim!" ejaculated the Pharisee, as the discordant tones of the centurion rattled up the crags of the precipice, and fainted away against the temple- "El Elohim!- who is the God Phoebus?- whom doth the blasphemer invoke? Thou, Buzi-Ben-Levi! who art read in the laws of the Gentiles, and hast sojourned among them who dabble with the Teraphim!- is it Nergal of whom the idolater speaketh?- or Ashimah?- or- Nibhaz?- or Tartak?- or Adramalech?- or Anamalech?- or Succoth-Benith?- or Dragon?- or Belial?- or Baal-Perith?- or Baal-Peor?- or Baal-Zebub?"
"Verily it is neither- but beware how thou lettest the rope slip too rapidly through thy fingers; for should the wicker-work chance to hang on the projection of yonder crag, there will be a woful outpouring of the holy things of the sanctuary."
By the assistance of some rudely constructed machinery, the heavily laden basket was now carefully lowered down among the multitude; and, from the giddy pinnacle, the Romans were seen gathering confusedly round it; but owing to the vast height and the prevalence of a fog, no distinct view of their operations could be obtained.
Half an hour had already elapsed.
"We shall be too late!" sighed the Pharisee, as at the expiration of this period, he looked over into the abyss- "we shall be too late! we shall be turned out of office by the Katholim."
"No more," responded Abel-Phittim,- "no more shall we feast upon the fat of the land- no longer shall our beards be odorous with frankincense- our loins girded up with fine linen from the Temple."
"Raca!" swore Ben-Levi, "Raca! do they mean to defraud us of the purchase money? or, Holy Moses! are they weighing the shekels of the tabernacle?
"They have given the signal at last!" cried the Pharisee- "they have given the signal at last!- pull away, Abel-Phittim!- and thou, Buzi-Ben-Levi, pull away!- for verily the Philistines have either still hold upon the basket, or the Lord hath softened their hearts to place therein a beast of good weight!" And the Gizbarim pulled away, while their burthen swung heavily upwards through the still increasing mist.
"Booshoh he!"- as, at the conclusion of an hour, some object at the extremity of the rope became indistinctly visible- "Booshoh he!" was the exclamation which burst from the lips of Ben-Levi.
"Booshoh he!- for shame!- it is a ram from the thickets of Engedi, and as rugged as the valley of Jehosaphat!"
"It is a firstling of the flock," said Abel-Phittim, "I know him by the bleating of his lips, and the innocent folding of his limbs. His eyes are more beautiful than the jewels of the Pectoral, and his flesh is like the honey of Hebron."
"It is a fatted calf from the pastures of Bashan," said the Pharisee, "the heathen have dealt wonderfully with us!- let us raise up our voices in a psalm!- let us give thanks on the shawm and on the psaltery- on the harp and on the huggab- on the cythern and on the sackbutt"
It was not until the basket had arrived within a few feet of the Gizbarium, that a low grunt betrayed to their perception a hog of no common size.
"Now El Emanu!" slowly, and with upturned eyes ejaculated the trio, as, letting go their hold, the emancipated porker tumbled headlong among the Philistines, "El Emanu!- God be with us- it is the unutterable flesh!"
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[Post 234]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-28-2014 09:14 PM
Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur
Earth seeds its own laments
worn shepherds in torn tents
Sheep living in deep sleep
a tramp never earns his keep
Lone tree shades bare ground
hare rests but not the hound
Path sets so many hideous traps
children need more long naps
Adults seek much more pleasure
ignoring love's greatest treasure
Always more power grows deeper mad
selfish desires fertilize the bad
Earth bears its bitter fruit
dog puppies, so soft and cute
Man races he knows not where
every dog starts as a surly cur
Robert J. Lindley... 2014
Remnants from an unfinished poem below , the year was 1977.
No recollection of writing it or what the specific subject matter
was--most likely a bad relationship that effected my writing
that night--drank a lot back then.. too much..
Shades of pain , deepen my muse
her touches I quite happily use
She that burns intensely my brain
drink, drink in her frothy rain
Cut her deeply to feel the bleed
she moans as it sings in her need.....
Thoughts eat into this tired brain
hell with this lonesome strain
Cut her up this very dark night
enjoy, enjoy the blood in this light....
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[Post 235]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-28-2014 10:34 PM
Just finished this new contest poem. Contest requirements forced me to limit it to just these few lines(20). --Tyr
A Christmas Snow
(Snowy Childhood Delights)
Snow covered the land and every rooftop
blasts of glowing white never going to stop
Cold gusts moved the white flurries all about
kids looking out the windows began to shout
Please, please , let us go out to play
O' mother it is a truly wonderful day
I promise to wear a heavy coat and hat
outside is where the white heaven is at
Soon yards where full of girls and boys
round snow balls were new and great toys
Snowmen soon joined the happy little gangs
Sadly warming was needed from the frozen pangs
Inside the sight was of wondrous glee
as hot chocolate warmed each little tree
With more snow falling came shouts of joy
pure delight in every little girl and boy
Out they ran all in uniform, perfect time
shouts of joy were as beautiful rhyme
Snow played its spiritual, ordained blessing
a fantastic day, each child was confessing
Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2014
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[Post 236]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2014 06:13 PM
The Shield of Achilles
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.
A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.
Out of the air a voice without a face
Proved by statistics that some cause was just
In tones as dry and level as the place:
No one was cheered and nothing was discussed;
Column by column in a cloud of dust
They marched away enduring a belief
Whose logic brought them, somewhere else, to grief.
She looked over his shoulder
For ritual pieties,
White flower-garlanded heifers,
Libation and sacrifice,
But there on the shining metal
Where the altar should have been,
She saw by his flickering forge-light
Quite another scene.
Barbed wire enclosed an arbitrary spot
Where bored officials lounged (one cracked a joke)
And sentries sweated for the day was hot:
A crowd of ordinary decent folk
Watched from without and neither moved nor spoke
As three pale figures were led forth and bound
To three posts driven upright in the ground.
The mass and majesty of this world, all
That carries weight and always weighs the same
Lay in the hands of others; they were small
And could not hope for help and no help came:
What their foes like to do was done, their shame
Was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride
And died as men before their bodies died.
She looked over his shoulder
For athletes at their games,
Men and women in a dance
Moving their sweet limbs
Quick, quick, to music,
But there on the shining shield
His hands had set no dancing-floor
But a weed-choked field.
A ragged urchin, aimless and alone,
Loitered about that vacancy; a bird
Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone:
That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third,
Were axioms to him, who’d never heard
Of any world where promises were kept,
Or one could weep because another wept.
The thin-lipped armorer,
Hephaestos, hobbled away,
Thetis of the shining breasts
Cried out in dismay
At what the god had wrought
To please her son, the strong
Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles
Who would not live long.
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[Post 237]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2014 07:06 PM
Her Hair, Flows So Pleasantly Wild
Her hair , was flowing so pleasantly wild
she beautiful mother of our child
Her perfume had that sexy, soothing scent
I pray , with her my life will be spent
Her voice, sends in me those special chills
adore her curves that give me such hot thrills
Time, with her is always my greatest treasure
pray for more, all that God will measure
Her skin is smooth, slightly ever so tan
as she holds me as her only forever man
A walk that starts my loving heart to race
so hotly sexy yet still full of heavenly grace
Her love, eternity could never send any better
a blessing gifted, how did I ever get her
Robert J. Lindley 11-30-2014
note: A sonnet dedicated to my beautiful and loving wife..
Mother of our son and the kind of wife every decent man
longs for. Just ten more days until our tenth wedding
anniversary..
I am thus blessed..
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[Post 238]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-01-2014 12:03 AM
When I think of the tyrant we have now pressing us under a newly formed yoke I think of these two great writes...
First by Rudyard Kipling and second one by Philip Freneau.
Cold Iron
Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all."
So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege,
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.
"Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- shall be master of you all!"
Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron -- Cold Iron -- was master of it all!
Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)
"What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?"
"Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all."
Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown --
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown.
"As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"
Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)
"Here is Bread and here is Wine -- sit and sup with me.
Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall
How Iron -- Cold Iron -- can be master of men all!"
He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread,
With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:
"See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,
Show Iron -- Cold Iron -- to be master of men all."
"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.
I forgive thy treason -- I redeem thy fall --
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"
Crowns are for the valiant -- sceptres for the bold!
Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold.
"Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all!
Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!"
Rudyard Kipling
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Eutaw Springs
At Eutaw Springs the valiant died;
Their limbs with dust are covered o'er;
Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide;
How many heroes are no more!
If in this wreck of ruin, they
Can yet be thought to claim a tear,
O smite thy gentle breast, and say
The friends of freedom slumber here!
Thou, who shalt trace this bloody plain,
If goodness rules thy generous breast,
Sigh for the wasted rural reign;
Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest!
Stranger, their humble groves adorn;
You too may fall, and ask a tear:
'Tis not the beauty of the morn
That proves the evening shall be clear.
They saw their injured country's woe,
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear--but left the shield.
Led by thy conquering standards, Greene,
The Britons they compelled to fly:
None distant viewed the fatal plain,
None grieved in such a cause to die--
But, like the Parthian, famed of old,
Who, flying, still their arrows threw,
These routed Britons, full as bold,
Retreated, and retreating slew.
Now rest in peace, our patriot band;
Though far from nature's limits thrown,
We trust they find a happier land,
A bright Phoebus of their own.
Philip Freneau
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I hope the reader can make the same connectiion that I did. --Tyr
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[Post 239]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-02-2014 10:23 AM
A Single Soul Cries Out
Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind remnants of a dark and wayward past
treasures stored that shall never last
Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
joined by those memories my soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
on the shore images of a faceless throng
So far ahead a welcoming white, sandy beach
forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
only memories of those I so easily did deceive
Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me , in a wailing shout!
Robert Lindley
note: Once a man raced about all alone,
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,
Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..
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[Post 240]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-04-2014 08:45 AM
Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame
Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of salt in every spit
Lost on pathways that breathe my aches
Prod me restless as I sever the chase
Between day and night and promises I made
To myself, armed only with a dying flame
Days sinking past like a slow tide
no softness, that one could abide
As years sent life into a dark spin
easy came toughness, pain and sin
I have seen more than I ever could
Branches of bitterness carved deeply in wood
Wandering eyes dismissed them as facades of a man
Who fell victim to the ride as the years fell down
Is there saving grace if I stop at none
I may have foreseen it all but I doubted I’d come
To terms with myself and make me turn around
From the edge of this cliff and fade away void of sound
Then came love trying its very best
softness, weakness in every test
Blade drawn to parry each thrust
to live on never daring to trust
Swiftly gone like a bygone air
I may be nothing more than despair’s heir
Constricted by premises that haunt every corner
Shutting my eyes will mean absolute surrender
A weak moment, hell bore on down
life melted, each day a new frown
Love had been accepted with grace
she left without a path to trace
Sad night , the fight no great cause
clocks stopped, universe hit pause
Time yielded no forgiving reprieve
love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve
I was again left to remain
I have but myself to blame
When the rain comes to ease the pain
I know I’ll be whispering your name
12-3-2014
Collaboration write, Robert Lindley and my very talented friend and poet, Jake Ponce.
Here is hoping that you may enjoy this humble team effort .
Has been my great honor to write with my friend Jake!
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[Post 241]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-05-2014 11:58 PM
As I Hold Her Under This, Merciful God's Moon
Her heart sang, the tune broke my lost song
life without her, how did I ever get along
Clouds once loomed over my every long day
before she made me bow and silently pray
Please keep this dream in my lost life
remove this painful and life filled with strife
Let her dance and sing another sweet tune
as I hold her under this, merciful God's moon
Hold time back as I find a miracle now
give me wisdom to find out just how
To win her heart to join with this lost soul
her love and life is my blessed newfound goal
I pray that this new branch bears sweet fruits
as we seal our fate and our tree sets firm roots!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 242]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-07-2014 06:40 PM
Written for a contest...--Tyr
Man's Quest For A Greater Future
Sunken man, a mystery in the making
earth gives and gives to we so selfishly taking
Blue sky, giving color to a tired, hectic life
time to sit to rest , to break from daily strife
Shattered homes, they decay as we flee
racing into a future we imagine , so rarely ever see
Earth eats up , the mess we so often make
shouldn't man rest, rest from all the greed and take
Parched and dry ground, foundation we need
as we cut and stab we see not all the terrible bleed
Mother earth a bounty, yes, tis Heaven sent
we must stop, enjoy before all earthly beauty is spent
A rest, a hope, before onward we often so foolishly race
We that take too much and rarely ever bother to replace!
Robert Lindley, 12-07-2014
Inspired and written based upon the second picture given in the contest rules and requirements.
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[Post 243]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-09-2014 11:56 AM
Here is my poem on the topic of the great lie being used by Obama and crew on the death of the "I cant breathe man".
On my poetry site one Hollyweird poet (I CAN NOT STAND HER AND HER POETRY STINKS TOO) commented on her blog that ALL we poets should write poems condemning this travesty and the gestapo tactics cops are using against black men.
I THEN IMMEDIATELY WROTE THIS POEM.
IT HIGHLIGHTS THE LIE AND POINTS OUT THE TRUTH.
Judging from the responses I get there it pissed off a great many fools that jumped on the Obama bandwagon.
And that was my intent, so mission accomplished for me.
Here is my poem...
I Can't Breathe
I can't breathe when truth is choked out
can not stand by and not toss truth with a shout
I can't fathom the mind it does take
to ignore truth and race onward with a fake
Story that is so easy to rightly disprove
promote a lie to get going such a violent move
Anything goes to run such a political scam
I reject this fraud with all that I am
Win battles with truth as your shield
deceitful tactics will never force right to yield
A man dies, find out the true medical cause
spinning yarns gives decent folks time to pause
Ponder the reason hatred thrives on bold lies
Hate finds fertile ground whenever truth dies
Robert Lindley 12-08-2014
note. An honest person, a person with integrity will
find the truth before joining the bandwagon of lies.
Sad that a man died because of a stupid law but dying because
of bad health issues is not murder by police. Truth is
no choke hold was used.
"I can't breathe truth did so moan,
darkness gloats as light has now gone
Lying blade cuts like a razor knife,
wounds sought to stir hatred and strife!"
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[Post 244]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-10-2014 10:53 AM
Another poetry contest write..-Tyr
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,
eyeing 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 .
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[Post 245]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-12-2014 07:28 AM
Light or Dark, We Choose To See
We that cry for so very much more
always fear opening of death's door
Images of sickle and bony face
death's image we can not erase
Steps taken into a cavern dark
a journey we fear to embark
Eyes shut, the light then flees
prayers given on bended knees
Shall we ,
Dance to the music of misty dawns
celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
Join in Nature's majestic treasure
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of that calming sound
from the depths of Nature's holy ground
Or,
Simply remember to sincerely praise
the joy Life and Nature will forever raise
Songs in our hearts that so richly give
paradise glimpses while we yet live.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2014
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[Post 246]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-14-2014 11:15 PM
"Whispers Of Your Soul"
Like a dream the mystic wind floats down
covering the heart in a velvet soft gown
The sweetest music plays as it settles in
shining eternal love like long lost friend
Those whispers sing a deep comforting tune
soul sends the words and rejoices then
As wisps of tender tunes give godly advice
the heart sings, finding the gift so nice
Heartache and misery must then take heed
whispers advise to meet rightly each need
Soft the echoes that ring brilliantly true
aS light of ones soul shine easily through
Whispers of your soul comfort in love
from deep within to your life up above
Robert J. Lindley
Written for a new contest. Will consider a few changes and enter this later next week.
I am thinking about making it longer and going away from the sonnet form used now .
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[Post 247]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-15-2014 09:12 AM
Here is my poem on the topic of the great lie being used by Obama and crew on the death of the "I cant breathe man".
On my poetry site one Hollyweird poet (I CAN NOT STAND HER AND HER POETRY STINKS TOO) commented on her blog that ALL we poets should write poems condemning this travesty and the gestapo tactics cops are using against black men.
I THEN IMMEDIATELY WROTE THIS POEM.
IT HIGHLIGHTS THE LIE AND POINTS OUT THE TRUTH.
Judging from the responses I get there it pissed off a great many fools that jumped on the Obama bandwagon.
And that was my intent, so mission accomplished for me.
Here is my poem...
I Can't Breathe
I can't breathe when truth is choked out
can not stand by and not toss truth with a shout
I can't fathom the mind it does take
to ignore truth and race onward with a fake
Story that is so easy to rightly disprove
promote a lie to get going such a violent move
Anything goes to run such a political scam
I reject this fraud with all that I am
Win battles with truth as your shield
deceitful tactics will never force right to yield
A man dies, find out the true medical cause
spinning yarns gives decent folks time to pause
Ponder the reason hatred thrives on bold lies
Hate finds fertile ground whenever truth dies
Robert Lindley 12-08-2014
note. An honest person, a person with integrity will
find the truth before joining the bandwagon of lies.
Sad that a man died because of a stupid law but dying because
of bad health issues is not murder by police. Truth is
no choke hold was used.
"I can't breathe truth did so moan,
darkness gloats as light has now gone
Lying blade cuts like a razor knife,
wounds sought to stir hatred and strife!"
Update on this poem and its reception at my poetry site.
I am now a pariah there.
Over 90% of those commenting on my many poems have now stopped.
Last two contests judged my poems not only didn't place but didn't even get an honorable mention and one of those contests placed every single poem entered in it except mine!
Of course I knew this would happen and knew most poets are very, very liberal. Yet I wrote the truth, presented the truth--with the ever present philosophy that when doing so the negative consequences be damned!
Suddenly my 17th place in the top one hundred best poets has dropped to 26th place since my offering that poem!
Usually it takes about 5 losses (loss =a zero placement) to lose one place in the top one hundred list, so my math tells me that to lose 9 placements I should have had 9x5=45 losses to now be downgraded to 26th place! Yet suddenly I get there with 2 losses ( no placements)..
Simply amazing how vindictive and swift to punish in any way the liberals are. Such shallow people and the author of that blog championing poems condemning the police leads the pack there.
I am not mad about it but disappointed that so many are that blinded and weak as to go along to get along--something I've never in my long life done. And that was the major reason I had so many fights in my life . I don't do any kind of PC TYPE CRAP and never will.
Live like that 100% and I promise you , you will either be in many ,many fights or else have to back down many, many times.
I never back down! I am just not made that way. A fact...
I now see that a great many Americans, most people in general are not only stupid but weak and shallow as well.
Which proves we are what we learn in life IMHO! -Tyr
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[Post 248]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-18-2014 05:47 PM
For Darkness I Now Plea
Harbinger of death,
bring ever sweet solace to me
Stop this pain,
end this bittersweet agony
Stay the hand ,
that breaks this bitter heart
Send this soul,
into everland for a new start
Another life ,
in another spiritual realm
A bright day,
joyful love not to overwhelm
Death bring thy ,
dark and deep eternal sting
Set it well,
hear me as I long to sing
Ye author of ,
life's great need to end
Demand anything ,
I have service to spend
Harbinger of death,
bring ever sweet solace to me
Stop this pain,
end this bittersweet agony
Robert Lindley, 08-21-1977
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[Post 249]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-20-2014 02:52 AM
I couldn't sleep. Woke up to write this tribute to my friend Gaffer..
O' that my words could do a greater justice to the honorable man but try I must.
Knowing it was coming did nothing to ease the pain . I read of his passing
at 5pm today and suddenly felt drained. Went to bed to sleep so early. Now awakened
to write.
I have been blessed to not only meet but be friends with several very great and honorable men in my life.
My friend, our Gaffer was one of those men. I shall miss him greatly and dearly hope to meet in another,
far better realm someday..
My Friend, I Shall Dearly Miss
Life is but a journey into time
happy or sad I write in rhyme
Fellow traveler I came to know
straight arrow, what a great show
Words and deeds he stood very tall
he that answered this nation's call
Fought in one hell of a bad war
yes, it left a helluva big scar
Yet his spirit was right as rain
I think of his life again and again
A shame we never met face to face
he so tough and firm with calming grace
Today marks his end, his earthly demise
a man of conviction oft so very wise
I shall miss our many friendly talks
as refreshing as were my Nature walks
A brave man I know as a true friend
great sadness rips me as I see his end
My Lord , I asked for his safe return
to your fold, a place he surely did earn
I remember his very wise words now
on life's troubles, on living, the how
Made clear, looking thru the revolving door
get more, using kind words and a two by four!
Robert Lindley, 12-20-2014
Note - Dedicated to my friend (Gaffer) I never met in person but felt I knew so well.
As we thought so very much alike, he so like an older brother. We shared a love for
this country and the honor now so very often abandoned.
The world lost a very, very good man today.
His family lost so much more. I pray our God rests his soul, comforts his family
and grants an eternity of bliss for one that served so well this nation.
My friend, a man I much admired ....now gone but not forgotten..
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[Post 250]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-22-2014 10:34 AM
I rarely ever did prose poetry but here is one I found
written back in my mid-twenties.
A Darkened Path
l.
Into a dark hallway I pass through
rest relics of dead days and dark nights;
my body ever so sorely bruised, the pains
speed me onward into another realm,
gathering strength to fight this new abode
so like my imagined image of raging in hell
ll.
Down from nowhere flies rays of purple rage
a past deliverance from bygone age,
as those cuts soak my heart in saddened blood;
stones pile neatly around my deadened feet
a tribute to my callous heart and ways,
another justice blocking my desired path
lll.
A window opens into a shining room,
the glare sings out words that so shock,
my eyes see but my ears fail me now
as silence binds with words in the air;
death rests within the next door in my path
I that embraced rage with such delightful passion
find no comfort in this massive new fear,
a fruit of my dark days racing upon this earth
with hate in my heart and a mouth full of dirt
Robert Lindley,
1978
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[Post 251]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-24-2014 09:25 PM
Here is my first ever write in poetry- Narrative form. Hope you may enjoy it , posted it last month on my poetry site it got over 1349 views the first three days and about 25 comments. This was written by a very much younger me..
A Dream That Came True
In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
I practiced the words befitting her splendor!
She had been noticing my adoring glances as she
adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date
that night was on!
I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
how about I wear no panties?
My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation
It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
for her hands were busier than mine!
A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
No panties!!!
None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men
openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
sexual beauty was actually with me!
What happened later that night you can imagine,
the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!
We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
lifetime!
Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
a few years and then it happened..
The crash!
My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up
three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then,
O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped
A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .
I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
her!
Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
O' that smile!
As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
Longest two hours of my life!
Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
With a broken leg and shattered dream!!!
Fate can be so cruel.....
So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a
smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
Something that great never lasts, never lasts....
Robert Lindley
Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!!
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had...
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[Post 252]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2014 12:39 AM
Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow
I sit with setting sun in evening twilight
gold and orange rays vanishing now
On comes the mysteries of this lonely night
disappearing ship with shadow at the prow
The night breeze so cool and silently calm
churning waters flow by with ease
Hardened heart like callouses on my palm
this dark time suddenly sets to please
Sailing on into each new imaginitive realm
constant pain tags doggedly along
Captain of my fate stirs slowly at the helm
past spirits sing their soulful song
I sleep deeper into this long flowing dream
ages fly by in streaks of enlightening rays
Serenity and solitude blessings of this stream
ship protected as its kneeling captain prays
Robert J. Lindley, 12/28/2014
Note- Reflections of a life now gone and
future time that must be wisely used.
No time for wasting efforts or foolish wants.
The mountains I sought to demolish stand as
sentinels to the futile vanity of a man and his
ego...
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[Post 253]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-31-2014 08:51 PM
Nature's Goddess Came To Greet
I stood upon a new dawn
When life was on the mend
And Spring burst in my heart
Nature's glory became my friend
Night stars and moon gave delight
As if life commanded this show
Brilliant rays cast upon the trees
A movie brightened dark the night
The forest spoke its worth
Creatures danced in sweet time
A pulse livened the glowing scene
Death and birth both sublime
Earth sent spirits to reveal
Stardust lying, lightly all around
Sights and sounds marvelous to behold
Mysteries slept in time surreal
Blast of knowledge entered in haste
Trees spoke with renewed vigor
Nightbirds sang in softened tunes
She appeared a glowing figure
Nature's goddess came to greet
Lowly man now most confused
A gift rarely ever given man
Goddess showering presents at man's feet
Set deep in this majestic night dream
Earth, Man and Nature eternally a team
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2014
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[Post 254]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-02-2015 12:03 AM
My newest contest write.. Decided to spin one out tonight before hitting the hay..
Night Of The August Moon
She loved and left all too soon
my lover from nights of the August moon
Hair so black with eyes so blue
we joined, we fell in deep love , we two
Time stood still as we demand
our hearts beat in each other's hand
Dawns birthed new days of thrills
we roamed the valleys and forested hills
Ages passed in those blissful days
hold out against life's mysterious ways
Fate sent its messenger to cast
a separation that did forever last
Sun is black each day at high noon
as I cry for my lover of The August Moon
Robert J. Lindley, 1/1-2015
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[Post 255]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-03-2015 02:52 PM
Wrote another one for a new contest ..
Sweet Words Of Undying Love Spoke
O' yes, how well I remember her still
giant black oak atop big wooded hill
Those treasured days now long flown by
our free spirits flying so very high
Summer days within Nature's fine realm
majestic views that did so overwhelm
Cloudy days in the meadow far below
flowers galore, O' what a great show
My lady and I went up there to park
glorious scene set our hearts to spark
Under canopy of that old massive oak
she sweet words of undying love spoke
Our tree saw our love start to bloom
picture of that oak in our bedroom
Two years it watched our love grow
how was it to ever see or dare know
Life came and flew on us so fast
love came deeply but failed to last
Fate sent us onto far different treks
love destroyed, both lives were wrecks
Now I pass that massive tree on the hill
memory recalls her beauty , what a thrill
Time destroyed the scene it ruled then
O' the love of what should, could have been
Robert J. Lindley
note : Area cleared in the early 90's , only tree atop that hill
is that lone mighty oak!
A sentinel to the destruction that the world, man's world, wrecks
upon man and Nature alike!!
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[Post 256]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-03-2015 11:51 PM
Finished this write tonight. Posting it here first. I wrote it for a contest but have another poem halfway finished from last week . Going to wait until that one is done to decide which one to enter.
And The Piper Plays Ever On
The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
strange tunes he did so often choose
Notes that ring so loud and so clear
wiping away doubt and darkened fear
Yet each found this a false delight
shadows that lurched in evil night
Music set to lowly goals and greed
easing pains from a desperate need
Dancing in a deepened hollow ring
woes trailed all that shout and sing
Piper plays on in his standard way
as his victims spin and gaze far away
Stars spin away so very far, far above
this world needs more, always more love!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-03-2015
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[Post 257]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-04-2015 12:31 PM
Measures Of Dust On Our Treasures
Tick , tick , tick of that clock
do not be blinded or in shock
Time controls if you hear it not
nobody is fine, all have been shot
Minutes and hours just measures
of dust on our precious treasures
Layers deep we dance on along
unaware of sad ending of the song
Time races onward far, far ahead
preparing for when we are dead
Date we rarely ever get to choose
Nobody beats Fate we all lose
Tick, tick, tick the clock goes
as we play our sad little shows
Even when great love comes around
by death its ending is ever bound
Shall we despair in chains of time
or lounge in ignorance oft so sublime
Robert J. Lindley, July 24, 1989
note: An old poem, written in 1989.
I was 35 years old with my daughter KaShaundra
only one year old. I imagined a future with her
married and having 5 kids.. She is now 27 years old and
about to have a second son this week. Either I saw farther
ahead or she has been lax in the baby making department!
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[Post 258]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-05-2015 09:43 PM
The Curves Of Those Sensual Lips
The curves that form those hips
soft curves of those sensual lips
The beauty that my mind so trips
face could launch a thousand ships
Hair that shines and so allures
from your love I want no cures
Willingly fall for all your lures
your body, please give the tours
Eyes that emerse me in a feast
power that fuels me into a beast
Bright with a slant from the East
love me, marry me, touch me at least
Legs that so thrill my eager mind
you the treasured greatest find
Wrap me up, my body please entwine
our hearts, your body must bind
Face that drives me deep into lust
have you, love you, I simply must
Beauty forever , you I simply trust
yes, love you until we both are dust
The curves that form those hips
the curves of those sensual lips
With your love I'll make no slips
we love deeply into forever trips
Robert J. Lindley, 01-05-2015
My wife challenged me to write a descriptive poem about
her in less than 20 minutes.
I banged this out in 17 minutes flat..Now posting it with no edits.
Her opinion was, "ok, it will do"...... lol
I guess thats better than, "it stinks"... lol
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[Post 259]
Author : gabosaurus
Date : 01-05-2015 10:20 PM
Here is a "blast from your past" bit of prose for you. Straight from the ultra-liberal punk movement of the early 80's.
"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" by my all-time favorite punk band, The Dead Kennedys.
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with Fascist cravings
Still, you made me President
Human Rights will soon go away
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
And I'll make sure they're Christian too
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
Join the army or you will pay
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Yeah that's it, just relax
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV
Lock your doors, close your mind
It's time for the two-minute warning
Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the Third World War?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece
You'll go quietly to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws
Die on our brand, new poison gas
El Salvador, Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
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[Post 260]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-06-2015 09:23 AM
Here is a "blast from your past" bit of prose for you. Straight from the ultra-liberal punk movement of the early 80's.
"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" by my all-time favorite punk band, The Dead Kennedys.
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with Fascist cravings
Still, you made me President
Human Rights will soon go away
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
And I'll make sure they're Christian too
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
Join the army or you will pay
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Yeah that's it, just relax
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV
Lock your doors, close your mind
It's time for the two-minute warning
Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the Third World War?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece
You'll go quietly to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws
Die on our brand, new poison gas
El Salvador, Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
That's more of a chant Gabby. They may sing it but its not any level of poetry or prose to brag about IMHO. First, in poetry or prose, there should always be truth. That was chalked full of lies and is basically just political jargon slung together.
Don't you know any T.S. Eliot, Emerson, Keats , Hawthorne, Byron, Poe, Longfellow, Shelly, Browning, Stanton, Payne, Mitchel, Bryant, Frost, Whittier, Hayne, Lowell, Halleck or Freneau, to name just a few off the top of my head?
Didn't that famous university you talk about teach you about American literature, poetry and/or prose?
Surely you can post far better than that example.... --Tyr
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[Post 261]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-06-2015 09:34 AM
Here let me give ya one to ponder on ..
My favorite poem written by Phillip Freneau --Tyr
The Wild Honey-Suckle
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
...No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
...Thus quietly thy summer goes,
...Thy days declining to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died--nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
...The space between, is but an hour,
...The frail duration of a flower.
Philip Freneau
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[Post 262]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2015 09:41 AM
Welcoming Our Little Ty
We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet
Life sends such blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with these children's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys
Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessings stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with the children so mild and meek
Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015
Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family..
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[Post 263]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-10-2015 11:07 AM
Eating Fire Yet Feeling No Burns
My life ran with many twists and turns
I ate fire felt not the ravaging burns,
crawled across razorblades with glee
nothing was sacred , and nothing was me
Time wrapped me in a devilish cocoon
hated the world , wanted the end soon,
sent pain out asked for more in return
wanted to fall, die and then slowly burn
Then life made a sharp , sudden return
I found her and no longer wanted to burn,
why did this blessing enter my sad life
why did she ever desire to be my wife
Our merciful God gifts as he so desires
we that foolishly eat of the evil fires,
gives generously of his fruitful trees
hears all of our sobs, moans and pleas
My life runs within a sure steady path
I sleep so well, no fear of God's wrath,
O' bright light that I finally get to see
hand of God resting over an undeserving me!
Robert J. Lindley
note: Poetry must represent truth and heart...
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[Post 264]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-11-2015 12:27 AM
Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time
Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just a memory in the dark past
Stripped of every lie one polishes and hones
facing this truth, nothing can forever last!
Stark, reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me
Memories, stones in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs so dearly, nothing is free!
Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
fled pleasure of any future winning goal
sudden truth is ripping rest of me apart!
This pile of bones, only treasure I have got
smelling this meat even after a slow rot!
Robert J. Lindley, Date written ---So long ago!
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[Post 265]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-11-2015 09:52 AM
Gasping Stars, Look Down Upon My Tired Soul
When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
There is this place I walk and roam
comfort away from worries of my home
The sidewalk ends and fields begin
I imagine they stretch and never end
Cool night air soothes my tired brain
far away, whistle of an old night train
My pace slows to soak so much more in
I am not alone, night is my friend
Gasping stars look down upon my soul
Seeking calm, I then reach my goal
Dog barks sadly as I slowly trod by
moans so blue, almost seems to cry
Past the farmhouse my favorite tree
massive black oak, does so comfort me
Gazing at its massive majectic form
I see damage from a terrible storm
Ahh yes, none are immune from harm
not even this great titan on the farm
Very slowly I turn to find my way back
retracing this walk along this track
A calm has now found my lonely spirit
happiness approaches I can even hear it
My pace increases as I seek to return
to the place where my love does burn
Family , the gift of my very long life
my children, my love , my sweet wife
When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
Robert Lindley
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[Post 266]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-11-2015 10:10 PM
:thumb:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pop1rMUiXP0
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[Post 267]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-12-2015 11:07 AM
Craig cornish Contest Name
Manassian Quintain Deadline2/7/2015 12:00:00 AM
Note From Sponsor
No updates yet...
Contest Description What to Submit? 1 original, poem on the theme of ......Water (a river, the sea, a lake, the rain, etc.)
The form was invented by Eileen Manassian but I have slightly altered it relative to rhyme scheme. There are 3 verses, the rhyme scheme should be ababb, cdcdd, efeff
In verse 1 the ends of lines 1&2 are used in line 5
In verse 2 the ends of lines 2&3 are used in line 5
In verse 3 the ends of lines 1&4 are used in line 5
NO NAMES
My entry.. I wrote and entered this poem because both Craig and Eileen are friends of mine that I have great respect for their integrity and poetic talents. ... I have curtailed my contests entries as of late because of some rather unsavory practices used by certain contest sponsors there. I do not like my writes starting behind a pack of favored poets that get top spots based upon their names, friendships and alliances. I enter contest with no names as a requirement.
I'd rather win a spot based upon the actual poem written rather than the rep and alliances of the author. -Tyr
Lake, Water and Sun
Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.
Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead
Sun beams hot upon these shores
cool waters splashed upon each head-
no more chores, living life instead
Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine love tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes
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[Post 268]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-13-2015 10:48 AM
Last Sonnet
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.
John Keats...
John Keats was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.
Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of later poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges stated that his first encounter with Keats was the most significant literary experience of his life
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[Post 269]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-13-2015 08:54 PM
I so needed a break from the subject muslim murdering cult tonight that I sat down to write a nice little poem.
I took a walk far back into my past on a lonely country dirt road on a farm back in the sticks.
As I ventured that far afield I saw an amazing sight. A young man looking into his future. And seeing after much
heartache and misery a great gift to be bestowed. I remembered that late night walk and wrote it as it happened.
At the time and the next day it all seemed to be just a dream.
A dream that I am now living! Hope you may enjoy this write....
She A Princess God Hath Made
As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads
Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again
Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted
I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown
Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea
As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 270]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-14-2015 08:54 PM
Ok, this is the first draft of a collaboration poem I have just finished writing after being asked to write with my friend, liam mcdaid.
First three stanza's are his writings , the last three stanzas and the ending couplet are mine. The ending couplet is a variation of the first two lines in his opening stanza. I thought it tied the two sections together quite well.
As to how it will be presented there at our poetry site, its up to him as I suggested that he present the poem. .
I gave agreement that if he likes edits can be made and discussed.
I welcome any comments, criticisms or suggestions on this, our first collaboration. -Tyr
Untitled....
returning a pearl within each silver breath one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats in warm strokes a celestial being
woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of heaven rings
walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of the earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings
beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs
Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astounded world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old
King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
she that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal
returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure
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[Post 271]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-14-2015 08:58 PM
I so needed a break from the subject muslim murdering cult tonight that I sat down to write a nice little poem.
I took a walk far back into my past on a lonely country dirt road on a farm back in the sticks.
As I ventured that far afield I saw an amazing sight. A young man looking into his future. And seeing after much
heartache and misery a great gift to be bestowed. I remembered that late night walk and wrote it as it happened.
At the time and the next day it all seemed to be just a dream.
A dream that I am now living! Hope you may enjoy this write....
She A Princess God Hath Made
As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads
Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again
Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted
I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown
Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea
As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking
Robert J. Lindley
....Nice!
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[Post 272]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-15-2015 11:26 AM
Paul Callus Poem, my good friend and fellow poet. He graciously gave permission for me to post his poem here. As do all authors of current poetry I repost here. I always contact and ask for their permission.
This fine write so fits in with my judgment on the topic as I favored it at my poetry site and decided it worthy to be shown here.
Hope you may enjoy it as I did!-Tyr
Intolerable
I cannot tolerate the ones with haloed head
Who boast of their achievements, put on an act instead.
I cannot tolerate the perfect, always right
Who claim to love their neighbour omitting black or white.
I cannot tolerate the ones who share your pack
Pretending to be helpful then stab you in the back.
I cannot tolerate the friends who pick your brain
Intent on infiltration determined to make gain.
I cannot tolerate the types who wish you well
They swear to loyal virtue, but then they kiss and tell.
I cannot tolerate the false and double-faced
They are the parasitic, their tongue with poison laced.
I cannot tolerate the guys who look for fights
They cause much harm while pleading the law to back their rights.
I cannot tolerate the tempters with their faith
They are the instigators, the ones who love to hate.*
They cannot tolerate my face, but I’m alright
My aim is to expose them, oppose with all my might. --*
Paul Callus
* Here I am referring to those who commit crimes and injustices in the name of religion.
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[Post 273]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-16-2015 11:14 AM
Poetry form-- -Couplets..
Sweetly Loving Beauty
Returning a pearl within each silver breath lining one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
Blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats inside warm strokes a celestial being
Woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
Sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of Heaven rings
Walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
Eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
Sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of this earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings
Beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
Heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs
Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astonished world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
Tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old
King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
She that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal
Returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Robert Lindley thank you dear friend a pleasure writing this with you
This is as presented at our poetry site. Title and first six couplets Liam authored, the remainder
starting with --
Beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
on to the conclusion I authored.
Was a pleasure to co-write with my good Irish friend , Liam Mcdaid!!
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[Post 274]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-17-2015 12:02 AM
Hope.............`Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
by Emily Dickinson
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[Post 275]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-17-2015 12:03 AM
`.....If hope could be a color
it would be yellow
as bright as a balloon
If hope could be a taste
it would be a ripe cantaloupe
If hope could be a smell
it would be home-baked chocolate chip cookies
If hope could be a sound
it would be three part harmony
If hope could be a feeling
it would be a long hug from a dear friend
If hope could be an animal
it would be a kitten purring....`
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[Post 276]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-17-2015 09:57 AM
`.....If hope could be a color
it would be yellow
as bright as a balloon
If hope could be a taste
it would be a ripe cantaloupe
If hope could be a smell
it would be home-baked chocolate chip cookies
If hope could be a sound
it would be three part harmony
If hope could be a feeling
it would be a long hug from a dear friend
If hope could be an animal
it would be a kitten purring....`
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to LongTermGuy again.
I see you have talent in poetry my friend! Bravooooo.....
I hope you do not mind and may enjoy my answering to your hope poem with one based on love.
As the greatest of all is Hope and Love..-Tyr
If hope could be a color
it would be yellow as bright as a balloon
If love was a color,
it would be deep heart red as big as a mountain
If hope could be a taste
it would be a ripe cantaloupe
If love could be a taste
it would be hot cinnamon bun on a cold morn
If hope could be a smell
it would be home-baked chocolate chip cookies
If love could be a smell
it would be coffee, bacon and eggs on a hungry morning
If hope could be a sound
it would be three part harmony
If love could be a sound
it would be the sound of Nature in a deep forest
If hope could be a feeling
it would be a long hug from a dear friend
If love is a true feeling
it would be wanting to live long and die with the same person
at the exact same moment.
If hope could be an animal
it would be a kitten purring....
If love could be an animal
it would be newborn pup in the arms of a loving child`
Biased as I may be I think this would be a fine co-write to present at my poetry site.
pm on the way...
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[Post 277]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-17-2015 10:10 AM
I see you have talent in poetry my friend! Bravooooo.....
I hope you do not mind and may enjoy my answering to your hope poem with one based on love.
As the greatest of all is Hope and Love..-Tyr
If hope could be a color
it would be yellow as bright as a balloon
If love was a color,
it would be deep heart red as big as a mountain
If hope could be a taste
it would be a ripe cantaloupe
If love could be a taste
it would be hot cinnamon bun on a cold morn
If hope could be a smell
it would be home-baked chocolate chip cookies
If love could be a smell
it would be coffee, bacon and eggs on a hungry morning
If hope could be a sound
it would be three part harmony
If love could be a sound
it would be the sound of Nature in a deep forest
If hope could be a feeling
it would be a long hug from a dear friend
If love is a true feeling
it would be wanting to live long and die with the same person
at the exact same moment.
If hope could be an animal
it would be a kitten purring....
If love could be an animal
it would be newborn pup in the arms of a loving child`
Biased as I may be I think this would be a fine co-write to present at my poetry site.
pm on the way...
*no talent from me* friend....just wanted to post....anonymous `
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[Post 278]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-18-2015 05:16 PM
Poets Dream To Inspire Others
Very few share their deepest inner thoughts and fears
those birthed before ever first had soft baby tears
Takes one stout of heart and secure in giving mind
to share such freely and openly with all of mankind
Such thinkers and poets are truly a special breed
freely forcing their hearts and minds to bleed
That others may gain some insight, some small part
of how man weds his inner soul with his open heart
No declaration that such men much better or worse
than any other people living with this world's curse
Just far more willing to be criticized or given praise
for thoughts presented and wonderful hope they raise
Robert J. Lindley
note: Poetry is a lot of things but first and foremost it should be about
giving to others by way of writing for the edification of those that read it.
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[Post 279]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-19-2015 07:55 PM
White Crane And Beauty's Flight
White crane flying high overhead
swooping down to its feeding bed
Brilliant flash of gliding white
awesome in high circling flight
Shimmering water receives a guest
one bound with a hungering quest
Majestic beauty stops for a feast
as sun beams down from the east
Grace and calm marks its hot task
seeking prey beneath waters mask
Patience may just bring a reward
yet every hunt is so very hard
This scene, bird awaiting its meal
almost magic as its often surreal
Waters give up that precious dish
As white crane gobbles up its fish
To the blue skies it quickly goes
flashing its gleaming white shows
White wings beating slow and wide
destined to return next low tide
White crane leaving high overhead
quite content as its so well fed
Magnificent sight in the blue sky
fish flopping in the lake nearby
Robert J. Lindley
note : A dear friend asked me to write a poem about a beautiful bird.
And paint it in Nature as it would be most days.
I've always marvelled at the white cranes and their great white wings as
they fly by , so out came this write today...
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[Post 280]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-20-2015 01:32 AM
Did My Death Hurt
Winter cold breaks the bones
of this man so very old
A life was taken, the joy sold
let hell take the dark bygones
Spring spits out another new
soul that eats away time
Your hate was the dark crime
your cuts gave more than due
Summer buried deep its hate
of love then very dead
My skin you bade me to shed
when resurrection was too late
Fall can hold no new spirit
your words ate my heart
My death you set to rip apart
sad music, darkness hears it
Darkness covers well broken bones
crushed by your heart of jagged stones!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-20-2015
note: This is a rewrite of a much longer poem
written back in the late 70's. A major rewrite so its
virtually new as it only used about 20% of the
original poem. That poem is private and is in my private
collection to go to my daughter and son after my death.
As it names the villian by name and exposes much more than
I want made public while I am still above ground!
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[Post 281]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-21-2015 12:06 AM
Flightless, Tired Old Birds
I spill ink upon a most sadden page
life of youth was once all the rage
Good times were to readily be had
even a dull day was not all that bad
For each new morn brought renewed hope
nothing, nothing seem beyond our scope
This ink sets in its newborn form
tired words seem to be my new norm
A whisper and a cry rarely ever call
newborn days of hope I can not recall
Why does time eat thus at my soul
when more livin' was always my goal
Looking back I see ink spilt long ago
the energy was quick the heart aflow
Deep energetic words jumping all about
laughter and joy always loudly rang out
Love was rampant always in the mix
secret night moves our passionate fix
O' youth why venture so far astray
yes , you just had to have it your way!
Robert J. Lindley
note: Time we always pray for more .
Yet after life abundant we sometimes regret
having had too much . For memories of our youth
beckon and shout. We then feel old, alone and so left out.
Then we ramble and write tired old words.
Looking to the skies as flightless old birds!
Thanks Peter, your butterfly poem brought this out of me
tonight. I saw yours was so upbeat yet mine came out as a
cry and a wail
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[Post 282]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-21-2015 09:58 AM
My entry.. I wrote and entered this poem because both Craig and Eileen are friends of mine that I have great respect for their integrity and poetic talents. ... I have curtailed my contests entries as of late because of some rather unsavory practices used by certain contest sponsors there. I do not like my writes starting behind a pack of favored poets that get top spots based upon their names, friendships and alliances. I enter contest with no names as a requirement.
I'd rather win a spot based upon the actual poem written rather than the rep and alliances of the author. -Tyr
Lake, Water and Sun
Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.
Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead
Sun beams hot upon these shores
cool waters splashed upon each head-
no more chores, living life instead
Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine love tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes
Made a mistake in the required form. Error in the second stanza.-Tyr
Corrected it reads this way--Tyr
Lake, Water and Sun
Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.
Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead
Sun beams hot upon these shores
cool waters splashed upon each head-
upon these shores, living life instead ********* correction here !
Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine love tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes
Robert J. Lindley
note: My good friend and fellow poet Richard Lamoreuax alerted me to this mistake.
He did this even though our entries are in competition for top prize in the contest.
Had he not done so my entry would have been eliminated first round of judging!
Yes, many fine people I've met at that site. Over a dozen have become good friends..
Richard is one of those..
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[Post 283]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-21-2015 10:59 AM
The "Midnight Special" in that context was a train.
The song was originally by Ledbelly (Huddy Ledbetter) and covered by CCR.
The Midnight Special was a train that shone it's light through Ledbelly's jail cell window and to him it represented freedom. Thus "Let the midnight special shine it's light on me"
The Midnight Special
Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know
Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore
Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me
Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me
When you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring
You go and march to the table, see the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothin' in my pan
And if you say anything about it, havin' trouble with the man
Well I went to the nation and to the territo(ry)
Well I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico
If you ever go to Houston, oh you better walk right
And you better not squallow and you better not fight
Sheriff Rocko will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down
You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound
Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl
Well Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world
Well she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day
She brought me the news, that my wife was dead
That started me to grievin', then hollerin' and a-cryin'
Then I had to give the worry about a been a long time
Has always been my favorite CCR song and that takes a lot because they have over
a dozen that I dearly love.
Presented here because it is pure poetry .... -Tyr
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[Post 284]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-22-2015 08:42 AM
Someday You'll Get Your Due
I have had about enough of you,
that murder in God's holy name
Someday you'll get your damn due,
until then it is a cryin' shame
Yes, there is a magnificent God,
but your kind knows him not
Spoiled child you got no rod,
if justice is served you'll be shot
Wicked deeds are your Holy Grail,
innocent lives you destroy
Your destination will be Hell,
where you'll be evil Allah's toy
Yes, we that have a loving God,
stand with him on forgiven ground
As children we got that rod,
which made us whole and sound
I have had about enough of you,
that murder in God's holy name
Someday you'll get your damn due,
until then it is a cryin' shame
Robert J. Lindley 01-22-2015
note: Innocent lives are murdered all around the globe.
ISIS has murdered over 2,000 men, women and childrem in less than a week ,
wiping out entire villages. Burning out entire sections of Nigeria while shouting
praise Allah.
When will the world wake up and stop this insanity inspired by Islam????
We are tired of the religion of peace lie that has protected this cult for 1400+ years.
Something must be done soon. Either they stop murdering or they will have to be stopped
the hard way.. Reality demands actions not appeasing words and cowardice!
I deal in reality myself and mince no words when doing so..
http://sultanknish.blogspot.com/2015...ne_19.html?m=1
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[Post 285]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-22-2015 01:28 PM
Sex Wrapped In A Song
"I saw the dark in your praise,"
as you spread on that rich glaze
Treasure I sought cried play along,
this girl has sex wrapped in a song!
Those days my youth gave me much,
deep kisses, softness of your touch
Rich nights in your hot, hot bed
the greatness found when you spread.
Hours spent in night's sweet embrace
your goddess body my saving grace
Memories of those vibrant little moans
curve of your back, excited my bones
Promises of never ending love sent
sex action until our love was spent
"I saw the dark in your praise,"
as you spread on that rich glaze
Treasure I sought cried play along,
this girl has sex wrapped in a song!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-22-2015
NOTE: She came one cool August night, a vision to behold
I knew that first moment , this was treasure greater than gold
I jumped on, for the ride of my life. The heartache of her loss
has now remained now for the most of my life.
Who knew such a girl could give so much and break so bad,
the heart of a teenager still just a lad?
I wrote this poem for a contest. It is based upon a real life experience.
Youth has a great disadvantage in that so often a truly good thing is taken for granted and even
treated with a lack of discretion and arrogance..
Says I, the younger man that could mess up a one car parade.
Still, life lessons have to be first learned before they can be regretted and looked back upon with a
mixture of fondness, dismay, regret, amazement and/or even sadness.
We are the products of the life we lived.... Be that good or bad.. -Tyr
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[Post 286]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-23-2015 09:51 AM
In Dunkersfield Lies A Neglected Grave
In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got
Town people say they knew him so well
had big secrets he'd never dare tell
One was about a child he'd never seen
bastard son of a lady named Ilien
Others solemnly swear he kilt' a man
beat him with that mighty right hand
Hard truth lies somewhere in between
his life imagined and one he had seen
Ole Stoner Ace was a gambler for sure
had lots of women, none were too pure
Worked that farm, won on a lucky bet
hard life even for a tough combat vet
No church did he ever bother to attend
lived alone with not a single friend
Money sent to pay for nephew's school
kept his secrets, was nobody's fool
Christmas night he died old and alone
his savings given away, every penny gone
Good deeds he always kept to himself
bad maybe but he always was topshelf
In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got
Robert J. Lindley, 01-23-2015
NOTE: Poem was written based upon the real life of a friend's uncle.
A tough old bird that had quite a reputation. Lived a wild life as young man
and had served time in prison for beating a man to death that had stabbed him in
the back in a barfight. My Dad knew him well. Told me that he was an upright guy
that came out of prison and left the wild life behind.
Sometimes life just beats the hell out of you and if you are lucky you still
manage to survive!
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[Post 287]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2015 01:26 PM
I wrote a new poem this fine morn.
Just a little philosophy wrapped in poetic verse.
Hope it may be an enjoyable read and perhaps give some
small tidbit of wisdom gained from a long and wild life lived.-Tyr
Those Sounds That Now Arrive In Early Morn
Can one ever believe in this hope and life?
when infancy now has no great strife
Yet soon a decision simply must be made
nobody sits forever in contented shade
In this ole world evil and chaos abounds
chases us like a mad pack of wild hounds
Across flowering meadows we swiftly race
doing most anything to not this life face
Sadly, desperate flaws we all must endure
our souls weak, none so clear and pure
Living bravely is what we really should do
this world's low standards give no clue
Often our silence seals our sad fate
yell or scream before its too late
When that boulder hits you from above
curse it and swiftly give it a shove
Along this path signs will soon appear
yield not to the ever present fear
Boldly strive to give love that is true
knowing, a record is always kept on you
We may see with our poor, muddy eyes
its all there in our imagination skies
A ship with our happiness its only load
upon these stormy seas we must be bold
Are we to be mere victims of our world?
never defiant with our banner unfurled
Nay, tis better we pray for hope greater
follow not the path of saddened life hater
This life is now resting in a true, loving place
faith, love and joy smile upon this face
Those sounds that now arrive in early morn
Yes, I remember-
they were there back when, I was first born!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-24-2015
note: Facing life with courage and hope.
Ending will come someday but I now know I was granted mercy,
a great blessing and true love of wife , family and friends!
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[Post 288]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2015 05:55 PM
Wrote another poem today, this time for a contest. Going to post here and think about it for a few days to see if edits
for improvement come to me.
I have an urge to expand it but not sure if it being longer will enhance it at all.
Should anybody care to suggest or ask any questions about the poem feel free to do so.
Here is what I inked out an hour ago. --Tyr
Danced Into Heaven On Feet So Very Fast
A man-child that shall not ever hear
echoes of future songs in his deaf ear
Yet joy he found one brightened day
as classical music he learned to play
Vibrations that taught him the beat
soon danced along with his quick feet
A taste in the rush of the air
revealed his music far more than fair
Soon fans paid him to dance and perform
this life he soon found to be his norm
Echoes of applause he never heard
yet praise came in such flattering words
Onward time took him to his desired goal
to hear the music clearly in his soul
That special day was to be his blessed last
as he danced into Heaven on feet so fast
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 289]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-25-2015 07:38 PM
Within Sweet Dreams Her Lover Resides
Within sweet dreams her lover resides
surrounded by flowers on all sides
Wind blows to soothe her poetic heart
as each night's loving dreams start
Dreaming shadow realm brings her love
angelic prince from heaven above
Golden palace graces their sweet dance
all perfect in this epic romance
Singing clouds, the music softly plays
as she adores prince's gentle ways
Each dance matches her heart's beats
as she lays in soft satin sheets
Here space and time stands very still
as she embraces a joyous thrill
The softest kiss ever so sweetly given
upon lips of a girl now truly livin'
With every love touch he speaks to her
hours glide by in a kissing blurr
Before each dawn they find deeper joy
as her prince becomes a lover boy
Moments before true romance breaks
a climax through her body rakes
Only then does her prince bid goodbye
as she wakes with a joyous cry
Within sweet dreams her lover resides
surrounded by flowers on all sides
Wind blows to soothe her poetic heart
as each night's loving dreams start
This poem was inspired by the poetess, Gail Angel Doyle's,
wonderful poem titled-- "A Bed of Petals"...
Thank you very much my sweet friend.
I was looking for inspiration to write a romantic poem for
a contest and found it within your fine write tonight!
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[Post 290]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-27-2015 10:15 AM
As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes
In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire
Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise
Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew
help me find a love any man is due
In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list
Robert Lindley
March 21, 2001
Note, 1/27/2015 - Modern sonnet, written when my soul was lost
and seeking the path back into happiness, back into a world devoid of misery, heartache and pain.
That night I bowed my head and asked for help. Best decision I ever made.
For in faith I had then put my trust , over that of my foolish vanity and insufferable pride!
Now looking back, I see the answer came ever so swiftly..
This poem comes from my "private collection" (intended for my children) after my demise and
is now presented for the first time for others to read..
That night I dreamed of a dark hair angel that came to me and helped me return to the world of the living.
Thats her in my picture given here. My wife now of ten beautiful and happy years!
Bountiful extra blessing of a beautiful son we now share !
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[Post 291]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-27-2015 11:09 PM
Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree
Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
of ravishing sunshine in late June
Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
among the junipers on lakeside hill
I stop my journey into Nature's treat
to breathe in this melody so sweet
Well trodden path leads me on down
into a wilderness far, far from town
Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
as if I did not also come just to play
Hawk flying low gives me a great view
offering acrobatic stunts right on cue
Fish flopping in clear flowing stream
day so wonderful, feels like a dream
As the large blue lake comes into view
afternoon sun tells me time really flew
Now to rest under my favorite old tree
a bit of good food and a nap is key
Then back up the path to my sweet home
God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 292]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-30-2015 08:08 PM
How about a dark one. Written many decades ago...--Tyr
In Desolation She Stands
She stands in desolation
her life a vile desecration
dying victims stink her perfume
sacrifice and pain her fill up her room
Hate and sin her sole wish
madness sits in her left hand
blackened blood covers each breast
she tortures , her victims never rest
Scars lace around her eyes
dark hair flows with contempt
pain invades with her loud cry
she laughs as innocent children die
Eyes have seen such misery
ripping living bodies apart
her lusting flesh the fatal lure
in her web, death is the only cure
Courageous victims fight back
with fury at being so deceived
she guts them with renewed delight
as evil eyes watch the scene at night
She stand desolate
awaiting her nightly feast
smell of rotten flesh in her teeth
her foot-claws anchored in hell beneath
She stands defiant
lusting for putrid blood
screams exciting her rancid ardor
as she slashes deeper and harder
Valiant heroes are her prey
she that shuns light of bright day
greater their fame more she glows
bloody ripping apart sells her shows
None stopped her blood lust
every night-feast a new victim dies
even courage lacks the deep power
to defeat, to end forever her darkest hour
She desires ever bigger feasts
as she increases her lusting traps
putrid blood and rotten flesh stain
her songs of misery, torture and pain
She stands engulfed
in the vile darkness eating
the rotting remains of her prey
powerful monster so, so very afraid
of the purifying light that loving God made!
Robert Lindley
Nov, 16th, 1974
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[Post 293]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-31-2015 11:19 PM
Started this write for a contest on the day I got sick. Just finished it tonight..--Tyr
I Lay My Desires Deep Into You
In my mind, I am reminded
Sweet nights in your soft bed
longing for your deep kiss
As my body aches for your touch
all of you I so lustily miss
I need all that you have lived
the love your heart reaps
Your perfection and sexy body
make my desires jump in leaps
As the bed holds our hot love
your skin quivers at my touch
I pull you gently beneath me
passion is urgent and too much
My mind crashes into deep spasms
I lay my desires deep into you
I beg for your sweetest treasures
your beautiful living essence too
As we flame into that vivid world
fires unite into swirling ecstasy
I grow drunk off purest pleasure
of your deepest sexual fantasy
The rhythm builds into a tempest
moans match a thundering waterfall
I live deep into your hot dreams
striving to give it forever my all
I close my eyes to make the image
of your beauty there so nude
The satisfaction thunders upward
gifting the best of this fantasy mood
Our lips meet again to finish
this deep feast of heated passion
You the queen of my longing desires
we united in love and our compassion
Robert J. Lindley, 01-31-2015
Note-- I had half of this poem written the day I got sick, just
tonight found the inspiration to finish it.
And yes, my wife is home tonight early from work.. lol
Where did you think I got that inspiration?
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[Post 294]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-02-2015 09:56 AM
Life Stirs Me To This Confess
Life stirs me to get around,
chasing the treasure I have found
Nothing of glitter or of gold,
just pure beauty if truth be told
A dance and a party each day,
she smiles and gets her loving way
A just reward for her gifts,
her love-filled joy that so uplifts
I've been down many trails,
hit hard, beaten against the rails
Each time she stood by my side,
holding, giving such love and pride
Life stirs me to this confess,
until she saved me, my life was a mess!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-02-2015
note--A man is nothing if he has not the capacity to feel gratitude for a blessing
and openly express his faults and missteps. I've not lived a boring, tamed, or dull life.
For good or bad, much of it was due to my stubborn, defiant nature.
Yet even now I will not renounce that pure defiant fighting spirit that lays
within me. For it has saved me more than once in my wild young life!
I did however discover it could be managed for good and not harnessed for
darkness to play with. Sadly, many die never making that discovery ,
never finding that light.. -Tyr
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[Post 295]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-03-2015 10:02 AM
Find In Our Eternity, Sweet Love
Find in my Heart,
cast away misdeeds never to be embraced
Find in my heart,
a love of you that can never be erased
Find in this Soul,
a friend so gladly embracing all of you
Find in this soul,
true lover that forever loves all you do
Find in my Dreams,
golden paradise I built for your pleasure
Find in my dreams,
a deep love, gentle and without measure
Find in my Desires,
gentle touch, a touch of your pretty face
Find in my desires,
nights seeing you dressed up in black lace
Find in my Life,
a sworn oath to your deep love be true
Find in my life,
to each bright morn, our deep love renew
Find in our Eternity,
a golden palace made just for you and I
Find in our eternity,
united love, as great as a Heavenly sky
Robert J. Lindley, 02-03-2015
note: I failed to write my darling wife her daily poem yesterday(first time in ten years).
So she being playful demanded I write a double good one this fine morning.
I hope this effort will do. If not, then I am lost as this came directly from
my loving heart to her, my sweetest sunshine, my darling wife.
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[Post 296]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-06-2015 12:51 AM
Can Not Wash Away All Your Pain
I can not make it rain,
can not wash away all your pain
Those dark clouds steal,
the joy that should be your thrill
I can not stop those hurts,
your heart cries out in spurts
No shoulder can relieve,
misery or the anguish you conceive
I can hold you tonight,
kiss you deeply, stop the fright
Make a fortress for you to rest,
giving you my all, my very best
You can put your trust,
as my love for you is a must
You can send your tears,
into my heart with no deep fears
Together we can both renew,
this fantastic love we always knew
As I hold you to fall asleep,
let my heart be yours to always keep
If I could make it rain,
wash away all your shattering pain
Moving heaven and earth,
gifting you my soul for all its worth
I would then sacrifice,
give it all, pay any heavy price
Set my life to just serve you,
face against the world, just we two!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-05-2015
I read a poem tonight and it so struck me that this
just poured out. I stayed up late getting it down before
it ran away! I hope it may inspire others to comfort
a person in pain and needing a friend. Life is far too
short for us to live so selfishly as to ignore those
in great pain and great need.
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[Post 297]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-07-2015 12:34 PM
A Dream, A Message and A Poetic Write
The fields are soaked by the rain;
Within this Universe life grows
Springing forth, both joy and pain;
The world is blind and it shows.
Marvelous are the heavenly mountains;
Their hats touching the bluest sky
Life flows, waters from its fountains;
As delicious as home made apple pie.
This magic prevails against all;
For light yields its deepest fruits
Natures serves the Master's sweet call;
Every tree has heavenly roots.
Ancient words tell this great tale;
This world formed by divine hands
Divine art shines, it can never fail;
Life singing across all of God's lands.
Within our hearts dwells his words;
Thoughts and prayers that ring out
We can hear the melody by the birds;
The loving message is an echoed shout.
Can you hear that melodic , sweet refrain;
If not then listen, ever so quietly yet again.
Robert J. Lindley, 02-07-2015
note- I had a very vivid dream last night and this write
came to me from that dream. I can only hope that this
is the whole message sent to me...
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[Post 298]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-08-2015 12:38 PM
For The Love Of Coffee, I Tarry
Just one more cup of coffee before I have to go
the weather is bad and the boss will surely know
If I tarry along and fail to clock in on time
no mercy there, excuses aren't worth even a dime
Yes, one more of the black joe if you please
it settles my worries , sets my mind at ease
I need to drink this hot coffee in a minute
my job is to drive a truck, I'd best be in it
One last cup just for the snow covered road
work awaiting, I'll not be late or so bold
Black magic, it damn sure hits the sweet spot
cranks my brain, gets me going like a rifle shot
Yes my fair lady, please pour just one more
I need the boost to race out the front door
That tastes so like goodness in a great kiss
love my black coffee, morning joe I never miss
Yes darling, I promise this last cup for me
I have many miles to drive, so much to see
Few more drinks to blast me into the big race
to deal with those crazy drivers I have to face
Sweetheart, brew some more, that pot I drank
woke me up fine and I have you darling to thank
Please, this cup of black magic will be my last
I'll bolt out that door, you'll see how very fast
Just one more cup of coffee before I have to go
the weather is bad and the boss will surely know
If I tarry along and fail to clock in on time
no mercy there, excuses aren't even worth a dime
Robert J. Lindley, 02-08-2015
note: For medical reasons I can no longer drink lots
of coffee. I miss that the most in cold weather as it was
a godsend then. Just thankful that I no longer have to
work out in the cold without my cup of joe.
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[Post 299]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-09-2015 11:01 AM
A Tribute To Frank L. Stanton's poem - Lazy Chap. -Tyr
Rising Early From My Bed, Close To Noon
I lay about and often just wonder why
others do not rest in the by and by
Any lazy day finds me right in tune
This lazy day sings this month of June
Rising early from my bed, close to noon
stagger into the kitchen none too soon
Eat a full plate of eggs and fried bacon
so true, I am a lazy man never fakin'
Afternoon resting under my favorite tree
I never bother work, work never bothers me
About supper time I wander back inside
if I am late to eat, wife will tan my hide
The meal finished, I turn on big screen set
easy day flowed so well but not done yet
A few beers the wife faithfully brings me
sets my sails and fills my soul with glee
Late night news tells me its time for bed
to lay me down and rest this weary head
Another day will come about ever so soon
I best be ready for that early rise at noon!
Robert J. Lindley, 02 09-2015
note: Frank L. Stanton my favorite poet, a simple man that wrote
beautiful and simple poetry. Ihave now started to write a few tributes
to his great poetry. My friend Peter Duggan's poem inspired me to
pay homage to my favorite poet before I pass on. Thank you Peter!
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[Post 300]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-11-2015 11:09 AM
Title : Rudyard Kipling
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rudyard-kipling
Rudyard Kipling
1865–1936
Rudyard Kipling is one of the best-known of the late Victorian poets and story-tellers. Although he was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1907, his unpopular political views caused his work to be neglected shortly after his death. Critics, however, recognize the power of his work. "His unrelenting craftsmanship, his determination to be 'master of the bricks and mortar of his trade,' compels respect, and his genius as a storyteller, and especially as a teller of stories for children," writes William Blackburn in Writers for Children, "will surely prove stronger than the murky and sordid vicissitudes of politics." "Although Kipling's overall career still awaits judicious critical re-evaluation," Blackburn concludes, "the general public—and especially the young public—has long since rendered its own verdict. His status as a writer for children is rightfully secure, and none of his major works has yet gone out of print."
Kipling was born in Bombay, India, at the end of the year 1865. His father, John Lockwood Kipling, was principal of the Jeejeebyhoy School of Art, an architect and artist who had come to the colony, writes Charles Cantalupo in the Dictionary of Literary Biography, "to encourage, support, and restore native Indian art against the incursions of British business interests." He meant to try, Cantalupo continues, "to preserve, at least in part, and to copy styles of art and architecture which, representing a rich and continuous tradition of thousands of years, were suddenly threatened with extinction." His mother, Alice Macdonald, had connections through her sister's marriage to the artist Sir Edward Burne-Jones with important members of the Pre-Raphaelite movement in British arts and letters.
Kipling spent the first years of his life in India, remembering it in later years as almost a paradise. "My first impression," he wrote in his posthumously published autobiography Something of Myself for My Friends Known and Unknown, "is of daybreak, light and colour and golden and purple fruits at the level of my shoulder." In 1871, however, his parents sent him and his sister Beatrice—called "Trix"—to England, partly to avoid health problems, but also so that the children could begin their schooling. Kipling and his sister were placed with the widow of an old Navy captain named Holloway at a boarding house called Lorne Lodge in Southsea, a suburb of Portsmouth. Kipling and Trix spent the better part of the next six years in that place, which they came to call the "House of Desolation."
The years from 1871 until 1877 became, for Kipling, years of misery. "In addition to feelings of bewilderment and abandonment" from being deserted by his parents, writes Mary A. O'Toole in the Dictionary of Literary Biography, "Kipling had to suffer bullying by the woman of the house and her son." Kipling may have brought some of this treatment on himself—he was a formidably aggressive and pampered child. He once stamped down a quiet country road shouting: "Out of the way, out of the way, there's an angry Ruddy coming!," reports J. I. M. Stewart in his biography Rudyard Kipling, which led an aunt to reflect that "the wretched disturbances one ill-ordered child can make is a lesson for all time to me." In Something of Myself, however, he recounted punishments that went far beyond correction. "I had never heard of Hell," he wrote, "so I was introduced to it in all its terrors.... Myself I was regularly beaten." On one occasion, after having thrown away a bad report card rather than bring it home, "I was well beaten and sent to school through the streets of Southsea with the placard 'Liar' between my shoulders." At last, Kipling suffered a sort of nervous breakdown. An examination showed that he badly needed glasses—which helped explain his poor performance in school—and his mother returned from India to care for him. "She told me afterwards," Kipling stated in Something of Myself, "that when she first came up to my room to kiss me good-night, I flung up an arm to guard off the cuff that I had been trained to expect."
Kipling did have some happy times during those years. He and his sister spent each December time with his mother's sister, Lady Burne-Jones, at The Grange, a meeting-place frequented by English artisans such as William Morris—or "our Deputy 'Uncle Topsy'" as Kipling called him in Something of Myself. Sir Edward Burne-Jones occasionally entered into the children's play, Kipling recalled: "Once he descended in broad daylight with a tube of 'Mummy Brown' [paint] in his hand, saying that he had discovered it was made of dead Pharaohs and we must bury it accordingly. So we all went out and helped—according to the rites of Mizraim and Memphis, I hope—and—to this day I could drive a spade within a foot of where that tube lies." "But on a certain day—one tried to fend off the thought of it—the delicious dream would end," he concluded, "and one would return to the House of Desolation, and for the next two or three mornings there cry on waking up."
In 1878, Kipling was sent off to school in Devon, in the west of England. The institution was the United Services College, a relatively new school intended to educate the sons of army officers, and Kipling was probably sent there because the headmaster was one Cormell Price, "one of my Deputy-Uncles at The Grange ... 'Uncle Crom.'" There Kipling formed three close friends, whom he later immortalized in his collection of stories Stalky Co (1899). "We fought among ourselves 'regular an' faithful as man an' wife,'" Kipling reported in Something of Myself, "but any debt which we owed elsewhere was faithfully paid by all three of us." "I must have been 'nursed' with care by Crom and under his orders," Kipling recalled. "Hence, when he saw I was irretrievably committed to the ink-pot, his order that I should edit the School Paper and have the run of his Library Study.... Heaven forgive me! I thought these privileges were due to my transcendent personal merits."
Since his parents could not afford to send him to one of the major English universities, in 1882 Kipling left the Services College, bound for India to rejoin his family and to begin a career as a journalist. For five years he held the post of assistant editor of the Civil and Military Gazette at Lahore. During those years he also published the stories that became Plain Tales from the Hills, works based on British lives in the resort town of Simla, and Departmental Ditties, his first major collection of poems. In 1888, the young journalist moved south to join the Allahabad Pioneer, a much larger publication. At the same time, his works had begun to be published in cheap editions intended for sale in railroad terminals, and he began to earn a strong popular following with collections such as The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Tales, The Story of the Gadsbys, Soldiers Three, Under the Deodars, and "Wee Willie Winkie" and Other Child Stories. In March 1889 Kipling left India to return to England, determined to pursue his future as a writer there.
The young writer's reputation soared after he settled in London. "Kipling's official biographer, C. E. Carrington," declares Cantalupo, "calls 1890 'Rudyard Kipling's year. There had been nothing like his sudden rise to fame since Byron.'" "His poems and stories," writes O'Toole, "elicited strong reactions of love and hate from the start—almost none of his advocates and detractors were temperate in praise or in blame. Ordinary readers liked the rhythms, the cockney speech, and the imperialist sentiments of his poems and short stories; critics generally damned the works for the same reasons." Many of his works were originally published in periodicals and later collected in various editions as Barrack-Room Ballads; famous poems such as "The Ballad of East and West," "Danny Deever," "Tommy," and "The Road to Mandalay" date from this time.
Kipling's literary life in London brought him to the attention of many people. One of them was a young American publisher named Wolcott Balestier, who became friends with Kipling and persuaded him to work on a collaborative novel. The result, writes O'Toole, entitled The Naulahka, "reads more like one of Kipling's travel books than like a novel" and "seems rather hastily and opportunistically concocted." It was not a success. Balestier himself did not live to see the book published—he died on December 6, 1891—but he influenced Kipling strongly in another way. Kipling married Balestier's sister, Caroline, in January, 1892, and the couple settled near their family home in Brattleboro, Vermont
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Career
Poet, essayist, novelist, journalist, and writer of short stories. Worked as a journalist for Civil and Military Gazette, Lahore, India, 1882-89; assistant editor and overseas correspondent for the Allahabad Pioneer, Allahabad, India, 1887-89; associate editor and correspondent for The Friend, Bloemfontein, South Africa, 1900, covering the Boer War. Rector of University of St. Andrews, 1922- 25.
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[Post 301]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-11-2015 10:43 PM
Tenebrosi Diabolus , Funesta Pugna
The snake that slithered in lay quite still
as if testing my shaky resolve, my weak will
I saw its blackness and that shining skin
mesmerized , my body was so quickly drawn in
So fast did it flicker its forked tongue
warning bells hell, none were ever rung
This great danger set upon me a great thrill
that this opponent could very easily kill
Inside my guts turned to quivering jelly
sickness rushed up deep into my belly
A wave of nausea wrapped my daring heart
why, why had I chosen this battle to start
My brain screamed to run, run quickly away
damn, this is no damn time to stupidly play
Closer I stepped to deliver a swift hit
it coiled up, this demon from the dark pit
I heard the hiss as it struck out at me
on these lightning feet my body did flee
I looked to see my opponent ready for more
then I saw that baseball bat beside the door
One quick step and that weapon was mine
now we could do battle , I felt right fine
That sinister gleam from the demon's eyes
told me it was ready, ready for all my tries
My resolve was, end this combat early tonight
no more nightly repeats of this epic fight
With courage I moved in to deal that final blow
gain victory that would ease my troubled soul
A flash and a strike but the snake had missed
such relief, then anger, man was I pissed
I felt the smash as the bat struck that head
no more fighting this night, the demon was dead
I saw this dark limp body just vanish away
never to return again as I knelt down to pray
Robert J. Lindley, O2-11-2015
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[Post 302]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-12-2015 09:40 AM
An Old Battlefield , by Frank L. Stanton
The softest whisperings of the scented South,
And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth;
And, where the thunders of the fight were born,
The wind's sweet tenor in the standing corn;
With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam,
And blue skies bending over love and home.
But still the thought: Somewhere,-upon the hills,
Or where the vales ring with the whip-poor-wills,
Sad wistful eyes and broken hearts that beat
For the loved sound of unreturning feet,
And, when the oaks their leafy banners wave,
Dream of the battle and an unmarked grave!
Frank L. Stanton
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My tribute below, to this great man and his fine poem
quoted above.
Where Now Sings The Sweetest Morning Lark
The morning dew falls upon the ground
precious soil, where blood was laid down
Fine men, hearty soldiers one and all
upon this battlefield they did bravely fall
Silence now , no loud cannons booming out
no screaming in an agonizing painful shout
Bullets once whizzed onward to hit their mark
where now sings the sweetest morning lark
Morning mists now wrap the towering hills
where war took so many with senseless kills
Courage so true, could still save no man
not if cruelest Fate had a different plan
Death raced about in the air with glee
sad was every blood soaked dying plea
Of brave men that fought and valiantly died
leaving behind family that forever cried
The setting sun casts a saddened glow
on this once bloody soil covered with snow
No victor's glory can ever stand to replace
these fallen that lost their greatest race
No laurels given at that deadly finish line
no great banquet to celebrate and dine
Only quiet and forgotten memories remain
of this great battle and its bloody stain
Robert J. Lindley, 02-12-2015
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[Post 303]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-13-2015 12:20 AM
A contest entry, on conflict and dead romance. -Tyr
The Fight, A Show That Sells Out
Lights blink in time
with ghost music playing loud
Words set in rhyme
conflict draws a happy crowd
Curses all the rage
her hurt makes him so proud
Wisdom of a sage
agreement is simply not allowed
Each cut a jab
seeking blood to flow deep
Take it quickly grab
music echoes within her weep
No solace this day
each seeks a deeper hell
Misery sent to play
chiming of a darkened bell
Crowd cheers for more
painful words cast to do harm
Accuse her the whore
ringing out lying false alarm
Each on a mountain top
this bastard cutting her throat
Can anything make it stop
she cries as he joyfully gloats
Dueling demons dance
firing the blaze with flames
Death to all romance
bullet hits exactly were he aims
Black cloud in this room
death shadow settles on down
Lost love was her doom
destruction grows in this evil town
Robert J. Lindley, 02-12-2015
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[Post 304]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-14-2015 01:49 PM
Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree
As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree
The clouds parting early each dawn
sunshine on flowers on the lawn
Looking closer I am content to see
smooth waves upon my family sea
Whenever this life sends some bad
I reflect on blessings I've had
Bow my head and settle in to pray
good Lord, thank you for every day
As my time for leaving comes near
I stand in faith not abject fear
Seeing my family in heaven my goal
praying God's mercy on every soul
As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree
Robert J. Lindley, 02-14-2015
Note- A poet wrote to me recently that I should make up my mind if I am Christian or not!
That some of my poetry is not very Christian-like. I had to agree some of it is not but my writing is divorced from my religion or rather separated from my personal faith in God.
I reminded him that when I do a spiritual write there is nothing bad ever in it. Just truth and praise to God. My other writes are not to be cast into that pot of stew. For that one is special and is to be exempt from all others.
Am I a weak Christian for my other writes? I guess so but perhaps I am not driven to be in a higher station in Heaven but quite content to just be allowed in as a janitor or lawn-keeper as long as I can be with my family there my station there is unimportant to me. Some may say such humility is to be praised. I say its just me , I seek no praise for it..
This friend, went on to mention my "bad streak" and my past that I write about so often. How I seem to praise violence as a means to settle conflicts. I replied, "yes much of that is true but I can write no other without lying about my past--that I will not do"!
Hope you enjoyed this spiritual poem and reflect upon our God and the blessing that our loving God gave you!--Tyr
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[Post 305]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-15-2015 01:49 PM
O To Live With Nature Again
O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath
Stalk the woods every day,
join in life's course
In our world we all must pay,
for better or for worse
Wade free flowing streams,
eat the wild fruits
Live, live within dreams,
fly back to our roots
Lost is the way to live,
pleasure of each morn
Harvest but do freely give,
grateful for being born
O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 306]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 02-15-2015 04:33 PM
O To Live With Nature Again
O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath
Stalk the woods every day,
join in life's course
In our world we all must pay,
for better or for worse
Wade free flowing streams,
eat the wild fruits
Live, live within dreams,
fly back to our roots
Lost is the way to live,
pleasure of each morn
Harvest but do freely give,
grateful for being born
O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath
Robert J. Lindley
I Like this one....
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[Post 307]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-16-2015 09:26 AM
To the Memory of the Brave Americans
Under General Greene, in South Carolina,
who fell in the action of September 8, 1781
AT Eutaw Springs the valiant died;
Their limbs with dust are covered o'er-
Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide;
How many heroes are no more!
If in this wreck or ruin, they
Can yet be thought to claim a tear,
O smite your gentle breast, and say
The friends of freedom slumber here!
Thou, who shalt trace this bloody plain,
If goodness rules thy generous breast,
Sigh for the wasted rural reign;
Sign for the shepherds, sunk to rest!
Stranger, their humble graves adorn;
You too may fall, and ask a tear;
'Tis not the beauty of the morn
That proves the evening shall be clear.-
They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear- but left the shield.
Led by thy conquering genius, Greene,
The Britons they compelled to fly;
None distant viewed the fatal plain,
None grieved, in such a cause to die-
But, like the Parthian, famed of old,
Who, flying, still their arrows threw,
These routed Britons, full as bold,
Retreated, and retreating slew.
Now rest in peace, our patriot band,
Though far from nature's limits thrown,
We trust they find a happier land,
A brighter sunshine of their own.
Philip Freneau
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[Post 308]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-16-2015 06:16 PM
I sat here just to write a poem today
amidst the activity of my long life
With true heart and purpose to say
my past still cuts deep like a knife
Lost dreams haunt my every daily task
memories of those I once dearly loved
Why and where, questions I need to ask
mysteries held by those once beloved
My coffee was as hot as her thrill
she of raven hair and legs so long
Dared not hold her against her will
vanished back in the worldly throng
Another filled with style and grace
dance in singing hold me so tight
Even I, could never match her pace
lovefilled acrobat every sweet night
All passed on as a hot blowing wind
each had grace and unique charms
Departed for thrills around next bend
leaving these outstretched loving arms
Sweet lost dreams eat away at my mind
did my heart fail to hold their love
Was my life destined to be so unkind
with storm clouds always lurking above
I sat here just to write a poem today
amidst the activity of my long life
With true heart and purpose to say
my past still cuts deep like a knife!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 309]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-17-2015 06:52 PM
I Refusing To Cry, You To Ever Yield
I never went into your dark room
never saw your silent rage
In my mind your cannons never boom
nor does your face ever age
I never felt your lonely trance
never saw you naked in a cage
In this dark world you truly dance
with the melodic words of a sage
We never journeyed to the Keys
never saw that perfect moonlight
In your gaze rested your pleas
to be so closely held at midnight
We never lived in each other's dreams
never wept to the same sad tune
Side by side we waded cool streams
yet we never wed in early June
Our days, were they numbered badly
sunburnt harvest stripped from the field
Was it destined to end that sadly
I refusing to cry and you to ever yield
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 310]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-18-2015 07:52 AM
Graced By Skies With Multi-Colored Blues
Were I to live ruling in my own domain
life would sail with everything to gain
Love would flow freely from a fountain
life as sheltered as snow upon a mountain
Mountains wrapped in those majestic hues
graced by skies with multi-colored blues
Meadows below glisten in panoramic sheen
awash with virgin colors in every scene
Trails swirling through forested stands
blessed travels within beautiful lands
Nature kissing the brightest blue skies
mornings whispering promises of no lies
Each trek an adventure into epic bliss
paradise scenes a shame to ever miss
Every cool breeze a tonic for the soul
discovery the pleasure, the final goal
Seasons set to comfort the spirit of man
adventure in the journey without a plan
Free spirit away from many roads of Rome
a Nature's feast in this wilderness home
As each morn's beautiful Sun did rise
every day in sweet life would surprise
My land, far away in this golden dream
where Man and Nature are a true team
Flying birds plentiful , beauty upon wings
so majestic that each heart and soul sings
Death shall not visit to cast its deep hell
life will journey forever down this trail
Could I ever conjure up this paradise place
Pray a blessing of God's mercy and divine grace!
Robert J. Lindley , 02-17-2015
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[Post 311]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-20-2015 10:20 AM
A triple selection today by three truly great poets. I start it of with - A Poison Tree, by Blake because that poem so fits my sense of justice and admiration for a plan well laid, well executed that bears such promising fruit!--Tyr
A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright ;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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As Kingfishers Catch Fire
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies, dráw fláme ;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring ; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name ;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same :
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells ;
Selves—goes itself ; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me : for that I came.
I say móre : the just man justices ;
Kéeps gráce : thát keeps all his goings graces ;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
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When I was one-and-twenty
by A.E. Housman
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
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[Post 312]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-21-2015 03:23 AM
Never have I appreciated poetry more than at this stage in my life,
as I peek at the closing curtain
Tumult, chaos and turmoil all are edges of that same evil knife,
find one, find the others for certain
A Saving Grace, now that is the treasure I truly dare to seek,
for none of the other matter
This dark world, a hell of a place for those sweet and so meek,
righteous hearts that shatter
Robert J. Lindley, 02-21-2015
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Three poems-Poetry tribute presented as a gift to all that may enjoy
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
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The Skylark
by James Hogg
Bird of the wilderness,
Blithesome and cumberless,
Sweet be thy matin o’er moorland and lea!
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place—
Oh, to abide in the desert with thee!
Wild is thy lay and loud,
Far in the downy cloud,
Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.
Where on thy dewy wing,
Where art thou journeying?
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
O'er fell and fountain sheen,
O'er moor and mountain green,
O'er the red streamer that heralds the day,
Over the cloudlet dim,
Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub, soar, singing away!
Then, when the gloaming comes,
Low in the heather blooms,
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place—
Oh, to abide in the desert with thee!
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Anthem for Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle ?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them ; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, ―
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells ;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all ?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall ;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Note- Why is it that when most agree that--"War is never the answer" yet its the only one given?
Answer is, the heart of man ,truly lost and unredeemed knows none other. --Tyr
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[Post 313]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-21-2015 03:50 AM
Ok, could not sleep--so one more...- :laugh:--Tyr
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Dylan Thomas
1914-1953
Dylan Marlais Thomas is buried in the over-spill graveyard of St. Martin's Church, Laugharne, Dyfed, Wales. His grave is marked by a plain white cross. His wife, Caitlin Thomas, is buried in the same grave and her name appears on the reverse side of the cross.
Thomas died on November 9, 1953 while on a lecture tour of America. He had been drinking heavily the night he died in the White Horse pub in Greenwich Village, New York. Later that evening he returned to his hotel room in great pain and summonsed a doctor. Unfortunately the doctor (Dr Feltenstein) administered an abnormally large dose of morphine sulphate and Thomas slipped into a coma. Thomas' last words were: "I've had 18 straight whiskies......I think that's the record." He was 39 years old. His body was brought back to Laugharne.
Thomas and Caitlin lived at The Boathouse in Laugharne in Wales from 1949 onwards after it was purchased for them by Margaret Taylor (the wife of the historian A.J.P. Taylor). However, Thomas used to write in a wooden garage which stood on the cliff edge a short distance from the house. The garage, which is still there today, overlooks the beautiful Taf estuary.
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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[Post 314]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-21-2015 10:25 PM
On The High Mountaintop I See The Stars
On the high mountaintop I see the stars
they wait for me shining brightly there
Blasting like high beams on speeding cars,
or glowing lanterns at the top of the stairs
Those night sentinels dearly comfort me
with steadfastness in that galactic realm
Beckoning, come forth, venture to be free
a ship sailing with you master at the helm
Over that horizon Hope awaits its turn
promises unfulfilled sing a melodic tune
A man with great courage to use and burn
can find them with a leap over the moon
More lies in abundance a bit farther out
mysteries, loves and great treasure galore
When I find it I let out a mighty shout
thank God for creating every distant shore
On the high mountaintop I see the stars
they wait for me shining brightly there
Blasting like high beams on speeding cars,
or glowing lanterns at the top of the stairs
Robert J. Lindley, 02-21-2015
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[Post 315]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 02-22-2015 12:29 AM
John Lindley (1952 - present)
http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/pictures/middle/john_lindley.jpg
An experienced performer, John has read at pubs, clubs, theatres and at the Buxton and Edinburgh fringe festivals. He staged a self-written show, Screen Fever: Movie Poems, at Congleton Library in September 1999, which married poems written on the theme of cinema to film music and dialogue. The show has since been performed for arts groups and at the Jon Silkin Memorial Festival in Camelford, Cornwall and at Ledbury Poetry Festival.
John has won the Words of Silk Open Poetry Competition, been a runner up in the Jackson’s Arm Poetry Pamphlet Competition, a three times prize-winner in the Lancaster Literature Festival and a prize-winner in the Manchester Open Poetry and the Blythe Spirit Open Poetry competitions.
Two booklets of his poems appeared in 1976 and 1982 and were followed by his first full-length collection, Stills from November Campaigns, which was published by Tarantula in 1998. This was followed by Scarecrow Crimes, published by New Hope International in 2002 and Cheshire Rising, published by Cheshire County Council in 2005.
John was appointed as the literary ‘Arts Form Specialist’ by Congleton Borough Council to work on their 18 month Imprints Community Arts Project. Other recent commissions include running workshops in schools for Buxton Opera House for their Feeder Reader – Living Book project, for Ellesmere Port’s Fusion project and in day centres for Age Concern for both the WearPurple arts project and the BBC’s People’s War project. He also provides distance learning workshops for writers in Africa as part of the British Council’s Crossing Borders project and travelled to Kenya to run workshops and give a reading.
He was appointed Cheshire Poet Laureate for 2004.
John Lindley can be contacted for readings and workshops at:
Tel: 01260 273219 (home)
07816 766611 (mobile)
e-mail: johnlindley@uk2.net
website: www.johnlindley.co.uk
Address: 26 Albert Place
Havannah Street
Congleton
Cheshire
CW12 2AJ
REVIEWS
“The directness, the levelling craic, eyeball to eyeball, the sheer pace of these poems is exhilarating, upbeat and a tonic for our troubled times.” Mike Bannister, ‘Links’
“.... ranging widely in form and content, yet unquestionably in one, very authoritative voice. These well turned and elegant poems contain wit, pathos, humour, tenderness, humanity, profundity and emotional depth. They are often moving but never sentimental. He has a wry and sympathetic eye for the frailties of the famous and the unknown.” John Latham, poet and novelist.
“Unlocks life’s little moments with uncanny insight. Beautifully written with warm attention to detail; emotionally engaging with nice touches of humour.” Agraman, The Buzz cabaret club.
“His poetry, which is vibrant and taut, is wide ranging in form and theme.” Sean Body, Tarantula publications.
“John Lindley’s poems exist in the twilight world between the merely fanciful and the genuinely disturbing” iota
“.... a quirky, lively talent with a way for the unexpected image. Nothing seems to escape his attention.” Mary Knight, Prop.
“ Lindley’s is an acutely observed world...(his) poetry is sexy, lyrical and by turns melancholic.” Keith Armstrong, National Association of Writers’ Groups magazine.
“An easeful voice pushes you along with a deceptive, unforced elegance.” Steven Waling, City Life.
:)
Yes, EventuallyEventually life sends a message clear embrace courage abandon your fearTake big steps to lead a life of hope anything is possible given enough ropeEventually a great storm will try to slay prepare faithfully for such a tragic dayTake all our evil vices into account upon a charging steed soundly mountEventually critics will call for your head by lying about things you never saidTake measure of the false steps they make shine a great light proving they are fakeEventually the world will learn to respect youEven then, fools and knaves will not have a clueRobert J. Lindley, 07-27-2014 :beer:
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[Post 316]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-22-2015 06:47 AM
John Lindley (1952 - present)
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An experienced performer, John has read at pubs, clubs, theatres and at the Buxton and Edinburgh fringe festivals. He staged a self-written show, Screen Fever: Movie Poems, at Congleton Library in September 1999, which married poems written on the theme of cinema to film music and dialogue. The show has since been performed for arts groups and at the Jon Silkin Memorial Festival in Camelford, Cornwall and at Ledbury Poetry Festival.
John has won the Words of Silk Open Poetry Competition, been a runner up in the Jackson’s Arm Poetry Pamphlet Competition, a three times prize-winner in the Lancaster Literature Festival and a prize-winner in the Manchester Open Poetry and the Blythe Spirit Open Poetry competitions.
Two booklets of his poems appeared in 1976 and 1982 and were followed by his first full-length collection, Stills from November Campaigns, which was published by Tarantula in 1998. This was followed by Scarecrow Crimes, published by New Hope International in 2002 and Cheshire Rising, published by Cheshire County Council in 2005.
John was appointed as the literary ‘Arts Form Specialist’ by Congleton Borough Council to work on their 18 month Imprints Community Arts Project. Other recent commissions include running workshops in schools for Buxton Opera House for their Feeder Reader – Living Book project, for Ellesmere Port’s Fusion project and in day centres for Age Concern for both the WearPurple arts project and the BBC’s People’s War project. He also provides distance learning workshops for writers in Africa as part of the British Council’s Crossing Borders project and travelled to Kenya to run workshops and give a reading.
He was appointed Cheshire Poet Laureate for 2004.
John Lindley can be contacted for readings and workshops at:
Tel: 01260 273219 (home)
07816 766611 (mobile)
e-mail: johnlindley@uk2.net
website: www.johnlindley.co.uk
Address: 26 Albert Place
Havannah Street
Congleton
Cheshire
CW12 2AJ
REVIEWS
“The directness, the levelling craic, eyeball to eyeball, the sheer pace of these poems is exhilarating, upbeat and a tonic for our troubled times.” Mike Bannister, ‘Links’
“.... ranging widely in form and content, yet unquestionably in one, very authoritative voice. These well turned and elegant poems contain wit, pathos, humour, tenderness, humanity, profundity and emotional depth. They are often moving but never sentimental. He has a wry and sympathetic eye for the frailties of the famous and the unknown.” John Latham, poet and novelist.
“Unlocks life’s little moments with uncanny insight. Beautifully written with warm attention to detail; emotionally engaging with nice touches of humour.” Agraman, The Buzz cabaret club.
“His poetry, which is vibrant and taut, is wide ranging in form and theme.” Sean Body, Tarantula publications.
“John Lindley’s poems exist in the twilight world between the merely fanciful and the genuinely disturbing” iota
“.... a quirky, lively talent with a way for the unexpected image. Nothing seems to escape his attention.” Mary Knight, Prop.
“ Lindley’s is an acutely observed world...(his) poetry is sexy, lyrical and by turns melancholic.” Keith Armstrong, National Association of Writers’ Groups magazine.
“An easeful voice pushes you along with a deceptive, unforced elegance.” Steven Waling, City Life.
:)
Yes, EventuallyEventually life sends a message clear embrace courage abandon your fearTake big steps to lead a life of hope anything is possible given enough ropeEventually a great storm will try to slay prepare faithfully for such a tragic dayTake all our evil vices into account upon a charging steed soundly mountEventually critics will call for your head by lying about things you never saidTake measure of the false steps they make shine a great light proving they are fakeEventually the world will learn to respect youEven then, fools and knaves will not have a clueRobert J. Lindley, 07-27-2014 :beer:
Thanks for the information on John Lindley. I already had heard and read about him but never that much info. Very likely a distant relative since my bloodline comes from English/Irish roots..
Here is that poem of mine that you quoted, as it is now after it was edited and a finished product ..
Yes, Eventually
Eventually life sends a message very clear
embrace courage abandon your great fear
Take big steps to lead a life of hope
anything is possible given enough rope
Eventually a great storm will try to slay
prepare faithfully for such a tragic day
Take all our evil vices into account upon
a charging steed soundly courageously mount
Eventually critics will call for your head
by lying about things you never said
Take measure of the false steps they make
shine a great light proving they are fake
Eventually the world will learn to respect you
Even then, fools and knaves will not have a clue
Robert J. Lindley, 07-27-2014
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[Post 317]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-22-2015 02:29 PM
To Truly Love and Drink The Cold, Cold Beer
What I once was and just why I survived
I remember a life so damn contrived
Reaching for moon and stars in the skies
as time ate onward, my soul cries
There was this ache that had to be fed
I remember vividly each treasure in bed
Reaching for ever more, such great pleasures
as time ate onward, my heart lost treasures
Then came pride that most vicious master
I remember forced me to race ever faster
Reaching for more laurels to fed appetites
as time ate onward, greater were the fights
Later revenge on the world was the new call
I remember punishing many, me most of all
Reaching for a deeper, harder kind of pain
as time ate onward, all folly made so plain
What I once was and just why I am now here
I gave up the war, the race, the endless fights
to truly love and drink the cold, cold beer!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-22-2015
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[Post 318]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2015 09:49 AM
Home Thoughts from Abroad
by Robert Browning
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
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Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Then the two hearts beating each to each!
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Browning grew up in Camberwell in south-east London. He was educated at home where he had access to his father's extensive library. At an early age he was inspired by the work of romantic poets such as Byron, Keats and Shelley. In 1828 he began a course at London University but abandoned it in his second term.
In 1845 he began corresponding with Elizabeth Barrett after reading and enjoying some of her poems. Due to opposition from Elizabeth's father the couple eventually married in secret and then eloped to Italy in 1846. There they had a son together - Robert Wiedmann Barrett Browning - who was known by the nickname 'Pen'.
Although quintessentially a Victorian poet, Browning's work was hugely influential in heralding in modernism. In particular, his dramatic monologues such as My Last Duchess and Bishop Blougram's Apology provided inspiration for the work of both T.S.Eliot and Ezra Pound.
Robert Browning
After his wife's death in 1861 Browning returned to England and continued to write poetry.
Browning died in Venice in 1889 and it was his wish to be buried alongside his wife in the English Cemetery in Florence however, by that stage, the city authorities had prohibited any new burials.
Browning never achieved the commercial success of Tennyson. However, in his old age he was a hugely respected literary figure. He received an honorary degree from Oxford University and in 1881 The Browning Society was founded.
His best known collections include The Ring and the Book (1868-69) and Men and Women (1855). His last collection of poems Asolando was published on the day of his death
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[Post 319]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2015 10:37 AM
Dreaming of Elysian Fields
Those dreams of Elysian Fields I so miss
gentle days by the Okeanos flow
Soothing nights with you in such bliss
our souls flying with hearts in tow
Long days spent on the Fortunate Isle
walking the shady parks of Pindar fame
You dancing, dressed in golden style
loving echoes of you calling out my name
Cronus dare not take your sweet hand
for fear of my defending assault
We sing and dance with angelic band
in pleasure our true love has bought
Elysian angels dancing at your feet
the chorus of admirers a great throng
All is perfect, our lives a treat
joyous eternally in our own love song
Robert J. Lindley, 02-25-2015
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Wanted to get this in....-Tyr
Sir John Betjeman
John Betjeman was born on August 28th, 1906, near Highgate, London. His father was a cabinet maker, a trade which had been in the family for several generations. The family name was Betjemann, with two 'n's, but John dropped the second 'n' during the First World War, to make the name less German.
Sir John Betjeman is ranked #254 in the top 500 poets
In Westminster Abbey by Sir John Betjeman
Let me take this other glove off
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath the Abbey bells.
Here, where England's statesmen lie, Listen to a lady's cry.
Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans, Spare their women for Thy Sake,
And if that is not too easy
We will pardon Thy Mistake.
But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be,
Don't let anyone bomb me.
Keep our Empire undismembered
Guide our Forces by Thy Hand,
Gallant blacks from far Jamaica, Honduras and Togoland;
Protect them Lord in all their fights,
And, even more, protect the whites. Think of what our Nation stands for,
Books from Boots' and country lanes,
Free speech, free passes, class distinction, Democracy and proper drains
. Lord, put beneath Thy special care
One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square.
Although dear Lord I am a sinner,
I have done no major crime;
Now I'll come to Evening Service Whensoever I have the time.
So, Lord, reserve for me a crown,
And do not let my shares go down.
I will labour for Thy Kingdom, Help our lads to win the war,
Send white feathers to the cowards Join the Women's Army Corps,
Then wash the steps around Thy Throne
In the Eternal Safety Zone. Now I feel a little better, What a treat to hear Thy Word,
Where the bones of leading statesmen
Have so often been interr'd.
And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date. -
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Trebetherick
We used to picnic where the thrift
Grew deep and tufted to the edge;
We saw the yellow foam flakes drift
In trembling sponges on the ledge
Below us, till the wind would lift
Them up the cliff and o’er the hedge.
Sand in the sandwiches, wasps in the tea,
Sun on our bathing dresses heavy with the wet,
Squelch of the bladder-wrack waiting for the sea,
Fleas around the tamarisk, an early cigarette.
From where the coastguard houses stood
One used to see below the hill,
The lichened branches of a wood
In summer silver cool and still;
And there the Shade of Evil could
Stretch out at us from Shilla Mill.
Thick with sloe and blackberry, uneven in the light,
Lonely round the hedge, the heavy meadow was remote,
The oldest part of Cornwall was the wood as black as night,
And the pheasant and the rabbit lay torn open at the throat.
But when a storm was at its height,
And feathery slate was black in rain,
And tamarisks were hung with light
And golden sand was brown again,
Spring tide and blizzard would unite
And sea come flooding up the lane.
Waves full of treasure then were roaring up the beach,
Ropes round our mackintoshes, waders warm and dry,
We waited for the wreckage to come swirling into reach,
Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and I.
Then roller into roller curled
And thundered down the rocky bay,
And we were in a water world
Of rain and blizzard, sea and spray,
And one against the other hurled
We struggled round to Greenaway.
Blesséd be St Enodoc, blesséd be the wave,
Blesséd be the springy turf, we pray, pray to thee,
Ask for our children all happy days you gave
To Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and me.
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[Post 320]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-26-2015 09:51 AM
We Once Danced Into The Midnight Rain
We once danced into the midnight rain
while our love was growing deep and firm
All was exciting nothing was ever plain
"love you baby", was our endearing term
We saw life mellow within our world
as sweet days and nights floated away
Into a loving lake we were thus hurled
making our love in that secluded bay
Yes there, time stood ever so still
testament to our love's greatest powers
Racing up to top every beautiful hill
never a care for the many wasted hours
That summer, cool and so very gay
resting beneath our favorite oak tree
Never a thought of ever having to pay
for nothing, nothing in life is free
Wet hair, shining in that glowing light
so refreshed after our picnic foray
Longing for the romance of coming night
you and I, we both always getting our way
We once danced into the midnight rain
while our love was growing deep and firm
All was exciting nothing was ever plain
"love you baby", was our endearing term
Robert J. Lindley, 02-26-2015
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[Post 321]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-28-2015 12:29 AM
A sonnet, just because I haven't written one in months.. --Tyr
The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared
He stared back at his life amazed
a scattering of miracles here and there
many cried out that he was crazed
when he gave that stern look and stare
Back there vast plains loudly waved
forested jungles crept up so very slow
Nature he wanted touched and saved
a tragedy of pain that the angels know
Dry, dead cities awaited his return
the man that set beauty in the blue sky
his life , a tree destined to burn
walking where others feared to even try
A man among men they admired and feared
the best any mother ever birthed and reared!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-27-2015
note: Dedicated to H D L ....
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[Post 322]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-28-2015 09:49 PM
The Prisoner
He saw the dim rays cascading down
the small room and his legs in chains
One small window, sunshine's gown
sprinkles splattering in when it rains
Prisoner for these many decades now
captured in a terrible massive defeat
Every day escape called but just how
weakened by only stale bread to eat
Those fierce battles long since dead
no more slashing foes with his sword
Pain and bloodshed rips into his head
he muses, tis' better than being bored
He fears not the Gods lurking above
offers no prayers divine intervention
Dreams of the wife he so dearly loves
as he wastes away in miserable detention
Warrior spirit resides in his brave soul
living to see his family again his goal
Morning rays renew his weakened spirit
the morning lark sings so he can hear it
Days are torture, time the enemy in years
heart beats to hold onto his former life
Nights eat away at his misery and fears
greatest one that he may never see his wife
Three decades bound in rusty chains
never giving up on that one cherished hope
Her lost touch by far the worst of pains
giving in to hopelessness a slippery slope
One bright August morn the jailer came
he heard the footsteps coming so fast
And a woman's voice screaming out his name
this day in prison would be his last
For relief and freedom now, he was unbound
crying as he walked into the bright light
Waiting was his wife in her wedding gown
Nightmare over, he had won the long fight
Soon both were flying upward, swiftly away
thru clouds and mist they did gladly fly
She so very beautiful on this great day
for that blessed morn they reunited to die!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-28-2015
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[Post 323]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-07-2015 01:34 AM
Weep Not For My Many Pains
Weep not for my many desperate pains.
Instead demand that I again renew;
Our deeper love displaying greatest gains.
Weep not for my many desperate pains
Forgetting forever the darkest stains
Where seasons are miserable and blue.
Weep not for my many desperate pains.
Instead demand that I again renew.
Robert J. Lindley
A Triolet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 80 Total # Lines: 8 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total
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[Post 324]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-07-2015 01:51 PM
The beauty of the wetlands
The beauty of the wetlands
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power
Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity
I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory
AUTHOR-- Peter Duggan.
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My humble tribute to this great poem written by my good friend...-Tyr
A Lazy Afternoon Walking About
A lazy afternoon walking about
bird singing almost in a shout
Trees swaying to a cool breeze
Spring bursting forth in a tease
My favorite place a mile ahead
under giant oak my resting bed
Afternoon stroll to ease my mind
What new mystery shall I find
Critters scurrying for their food
got to feed their growing brood
Squirrels racing from tree to tree
what gift to be so happy and free
This trail I use to soothe and heal
gives me delight and such a thrill
Every tree, flower and singing bird
renews my faith in God's holy word
Nature talks in such great scenes
So smooth except when man intervenes
Robert J. Lindley, 03-07-2015
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[Post 325]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-09-2015 10:16 PM
I got a big kick out of reading this so I decided to share it here for others to get that laugh.--:laugh:--Tyr
"Can Poetry Matter?"
by
Stephen Dobyns
Heart feels the time has come to compose lyric poetry.
No more storytelling for him. Oh, Moon, Heart writes,
sad wafer of the heart's distress. and then: Oh, Moon,
bright cracker of the heart's pleasure. Which is it,
is the moon happy or sad, cracker or wafer? He looks
from the window but the night is overcast. Oh, Cloud,
he writes, moody veil of the Moon's distress. And then,
Oh, Cloud, sweet scarf of the Moon's repose. Once more
Heart asks, Are clouds kindly or a bother, is the moon sad
or at rest? He calls scientists who tell him that the moon
is a dead piece of rock. He calls astrologers. One says
the moon means water. Another that it signifies oblivion.
The girl next door says the Moon means love. The nut
up the block says it proves Satan has us under his thumb.
Heart goes back to his notebooks. Oh, Moon,, he writes,
confusing orb meaning one thing or another. Heat feels
that his words lack conviction. Then he hits on a solution.
Oh, Moon, immense hyena of introverted motorboat.
Oh, Moon, upside down lamppost of barbershop quartet.
Heart takes his lines to a critic who tells him that the poet
is recounting a time as a toddler when he saw his father
kissing the baby-sitter at the family's cottage on a lake.
Obviously, the poem explains the poet's fear of water.
Heart is ecstatic. He rushes home to continue writing.
Oh, Cloud, raccoon cadaver of colored crayon, angel spittle
recast as foggy euphoria. Heart is swept up by the passion
of composition. Freed from the responsibility of content,
no nuance of nonsense can be denied him. Soon his poems
appear everywhere, while the critic writes essays elucidating
Heart's meaning. Jointly they form a sausage factory of poetry:
Heart supplying the pig snouts and rectal tissue of language
which the critic encloses in a thin membrane of explication.
Lyric poetry means teamwork, thinks Heart: a hog farm,
corn field, and two old dobbins pulling a buckboard of song.
(from Pallbearers Envying the One Who Rides, 1999)
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The reason it is so damn funny is that I know that feeling so very well.
Any poet that can not laugh at himself will surely go mad. Trust me on that. One must keep the 'ole ego in check or else calamity claims another victim... Tyr
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[Post 326]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-09-2015 11:04 PM
Confessions Of A Poet
As the dark hour slays the great setting Sun
earthly fires in the nether regions flame
The poet's heart must see both to have fun
words spit forth earnestly but not a game
Slashing one's own soul to get the job done
In the midst of the darkest lonely night
poetry burns deeply to release its heat
Poet's heart must feel all to truly write
claws that gash and sharp teeth that eat
Epic battle marching words into the fight
Each verse sings softest melody just to him
as the sky cast down its deepest blues
The poet must see with a mind never dim
searching heaven and hell for any clues
Play with words and toss 'em out on a whim
So says a drunken Muse, the envy of my Soul
she that sulks and cries to beat the band
Pretends winning her heart should be my goal
Robert J. Lindley, 03-09-2015
note-- I asked but why, but why end with that closing three verses. Got back the usual snarky reply, "just shut up and write."! :laugh:-Tyr
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[Post 327]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-11-2015 09:27 AM
Liberty And Freedom, Twins Now Captured And Bound
Illusions and delusions leads to mass confusions
why is it never too late to use lies and hate
Freedom conceptions are lost in masked deceptions
hope is denied by the cry it is just too damn late
Liberty and freedom, twins now captured and bound
our nation, abomination more concerned with domination
True freedom, so longed for but rarely ever found
we are caged animals doomed for the usual castration
The greater Truth has been casted into a dark pit
greed and power now reign as the twin tyrants playing
All past greatness so quickly turning into horseshit
yet we place great hope in the futile act of delaying
American dream has became a nightmare spinning on down
why work or live right when government pays to not
Wearing happy faces, inside each cries an unhappy clown
that feels heart and soul sinking into a darkened rot
Illusions and delusions leads to mass confusions
why is it never too late to use lies and hate
Freedom conceptions are lost in masked deceptions
hope is denied by the cry it is just too damn late
Robert J. Lindley, 03-11-2015
Note- A rare political poem from me.
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[Post 328]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-11-2015 11:23 PM
The Broken Heart And Last Desperate Plea
This broken heart lays in bitter moonlight
evidence of a great tragedy that cold night
Yes, I had fallen for her sexy, devilish charms
swept her so deeply into my cheating arms
Next morning guilt began to feed, eat into me
for only then your sweet face did I start to see
Pain burst into this miserable cheating heart
I had broke the vow we made on our loving start
Now I sit in a lonely dark cave I foolishly made
a fool that she used, ever so gleefully played
I told you my sin attempting to wash it away
sadly, you told me to get out and forever stay
My soul is now a casted away, derailed train
my greatest regret is causing you such pain
Forgive this miserable and demolished fool
I was a liar and such an arrogantly stupid tool
Search your sweet heart for the kindness there
remember the good times and love we did share
I beg you with remorse and down on bended knees
hear my lament and my sincere remorseful pleas
The trap that the devil cleverly laid for me
was a cage with many locks but no saving keys
Mercy I beg my lady that once loved this clown
I have no smiles, my face wears an eternal frown
Forgive me dearest, wipe away your bitter wrath
allow me to walk with you on that romantic path
My broken heart and soul is yours to now save
Renew this great love that we both forever crave
This lesson I have just in deepest misery learned
nothing is worse than finding my love for you spurned
Save me, I am nothing without you to love and hold
This dark cavern is deep, lonely and so very cold
Robert J. Lindley, 03-11-2015
Note- A writer's imagination, not based upon any current or recent
event in my life! Although I once should have written something similar to this to a lady but was just too damn prideful to do so. Live and learn..
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[Post 329]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-14-2015 10:30 AM
After a sincere and heartfelt request from a dear poetess friend at my poetry site I have decided to break my promise to myself to not enter any more contests there. Truly, I only break promises to--myself-- as I then know who the beat up on for doing that.;)
Here is that effort , just finished this fine morn.
By the way, won the big money pool tournament Thursday night, taking first place and the prize money.
Today at 3:00 pm starts the even bigger prize money(450 bucks first place) Saturday tournament with 32 top shooters. Wish me luck, as only having came back to shoot (once a week) about 11 weeks ago after a 13 year lay off , I will need it.. :laugh:-Tyr
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Contest entry:
Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g)
Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
Ten syllables per line
You may search and find a saying to inspire you please
include the quote on your work..
Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..
Forms: Sonnet or The Form Of Poulter Measure Explained
PM me if you have any questions..
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Father said, son listen to that church bell
life just may beat you into submission
or drag you deep into a living hell
to avoid that seek truth as your mission
Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
let goodness be your greatest living guide
On that path the Light casts away all fear
your love and deeds you will not have to hide
Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
will there not be days of terrible doubt
My son, live your life seeking to be pure
then his love you will never be without
Tis' the courage to continue that counts
In this race , best we use our finest mounts
Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
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Nationality: English
Type: Statesman
Born: November 30, 1874
Died: January 24, 1965
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
Winston Churchill
My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable
requirement of the sonnet form used.
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[Post 330]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-15-2015 02:55 PM
Another sonnet, written this morning.
There is a movement to convince billions that evil does not exist.
Nothing, nothing could be further from the truth.. --Tyr
Darkness Likes To Ride Solely Unmolested
By not believing in evil one becomes its ally
such darkness likes to ride solely unmolested
Wait, wait to shoot the ducks when they fly
hunting in the realms of darkness uncontested
Believe in nothing but the drunk in the gutter
incoherent ravings of madmen with fake degrees
Listen for the melody of lies they readily utter
soothe yourself with the insanity of their disease
The scholar at least has the comfort of some facts
shallow though many of those sweet beauties may be
Watch the hands of those that arrange pious acts
full of deceit, barrenness and dark, leafless trees
He, the great deceiver, loves to pretend not to exist
vapor of black fog dissipating into the vanishing mist
Robert J. Lindley, 03-15-2015
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[Post 331]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2015 05:22 PM
Rudyard Kipling
Part One----
The Ballad of Boh Da Thone
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.*
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
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Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His sword and his rifle were bossed with gold,
And the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore
Was stiff with bullion, but stiffer with gore.
He shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak
From the Salween scrub to the Chindwin teak:
He crucified noble, he sacrificed mean,
He filled old ladies with kerosene:
While over the water the papers cried,
"The patriot fights for his countryside!"
But little they cared for the Native Press,
The worn white soldiers in Khaki dress,
Who tramped through the jungle and camped in the byre,
Who died in the swamp and were tombed in the mire,
Who gave up their lives, at the Queen's Command,
For the Pride of their Race and the Peace of the Land.
Now, first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone
Was Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone,
And his was a Company, seventy strong,
Who hustled that dissolute Chief along.
There were lads from Galway and Louth and Meath
Who went to their death with a joke in their teeth,
And worshipped with fluency, fervour, and zeal
The mud on the boot-heels of "Crook" O'Neil.
But ever a blight on their labours lay,
And ever their quarry would vanish away,
Till the sun-dried boys of the Black Tyrone
Took a brotherly interest in Boh Da Thone:
And, sooth, if pursuit in possession ends,
The Boh and his trackers were best of friends.
The word of a scout -- a march by night --
A rush through the mist -- a scattering fight --
A volley from cover -- a corpse in the clearing --
The glimpse of a loin-cloth and heavy jade earring --
The flare of a village -- the tally of slain --
And. . .the Boh was abroad on the raid again!
They cursed their luck, as the Irish will,
They gave him credit for cunning and skill,
They buried their dead, they bolted their beef,
And started anew on the track of the thief
Till, in place of the "Kalends of Greece", men said,
"When Crook and his darlings come back with the head."
They had hunted the Boh from the hills to the plain --
He doubled and broke for the hills again:
They had crippled his power for rapine and raid,
They had routed him out of his pet stockade,
And at last, they came, when the Daystar tired,
To a camp deserted -- a village fired.
A black cross blistered the morning-gold,
And the body upon it was stark and cold.
The wind of the dawn went merrily past,
The high grass bowed her plumes to the blast.
And out of the grass, on a sudden, broke
A spirtle of fire, a whorl of smoke --
And Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone
Was blessed with a slug in the ulnar-bone --
The gift of his enemy Boh Da Thone.
(Now a slug that is hammered from telegraph-wire
Is a thorn in the flesh and a rankling fire.)
. . . . .
The shot-wound festered -- as shot-wounds may
In a steaming barrack at Mandalay.
The left arm throbbed, and the Captain swore,
"I'd like to be after the Boh once more!"
The fever held him -- the Captain said,
"I'd give a hundred to look at his head!"
The Hospital punkahs creaked and whirred,
But Babu Harendra (Gomashta) heard.
He thought of the cane-brake, green and dank,
That girdled his home by the Dacca tank.
He thought of his wife and his High School son,
He thought -- but abandoned the thought -- of a gun.
His sleep was broken by visions dread
Of a shining Boh with a silver head.
He kept his counsel and went his way,
And swindled the cartmen of half their pay.
. . . . .
And the months went on, as the worst must do,
And the Boh returned to the raid anew.
But the Captain had quitted the long-drawn strife,
And in far Simoorie had taken a wife;
And she was a damsel of delicate mould,
With hair like the sunshine and heart of gold,
And little she knew the arms that embraced
Had cloven a man from the brow to the waist:
And little she knew that the loving lips
Had ordered a quivering life's eclipse,
Or the eye that lit at her lightest breath
Had glared unawed in the Gates of Death.
(For these be matters a man would hide,
As a general rule, from an innocent Bride.)
And little the Captain thought of the past,
And, of all men, Babu Harendra last.
. . . . .
But slow, in the sludge of the Kathun road,
The Government Bullock Train toted its load.
Speckless and spotless and shining with ghi,
In the rearmost cart sat the Babu-jee.
And ever a phantom before him fled
Of a scowling Boh with a silver head.
Then the lead-cart stuck, though the coolies slaved,
And the cartmen flogged and the escort raved;
And out of the jungle, with yells and squeals,
Pranced Boh Da Thone, and his gang at his heels!
Then belching blunderbuss answered back
The Snider's snarl and the carbine's crack,
And the blithe revolver began to sing
To the blade that twanged on the locking-ring,
And the brown flesh blued where the bay'net kissed,
As the steel shot back with a wrench and a twist,
And the great white oxen with onyx eyes
Watched the souls of the dead arise,
And over the smoke of the fusillade
The Peacock Banner staggered and swayed.
Oh, gayest of scrimmages man may see
Is a well-worked rush on the G.B.T.!
The Babu shook at the horrible sight,
And girded his ponderous loins for flight,
But Fate had ordained that the Boh should start
On a lone-hand raid of the rearmost cart,
And out of that cart, with a bellow of woe,
The Babu fell -- flat on the top of the Boh!
For years had Harendra served the State,
To the growth of his purse and the girth of his p]^et.
There were twenty stone, as the tally-man knows,
On the broad of the chest of this best of Bohs.
And twenty stone from a height discharged
Are bad for a Boh with a spleen enlarged.
Oh, short was the struggle -- severe was the shock --
He dropped like a bullock -- he lay like a block;
And the Babu above him, convulsed with fear,
Heard the labouring life-breath hissed out in his ear.
And thus in a fashion undignified
The princely pest of the Chindwin died.
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[Post 332]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2015 05:23 PM
Part Two--
Turn now to Simoorie where, lapped in his ease,
The Captain is petting the Bride on his knees,
Where the whit of the bullet, the wounded man's scream
Are mixed as the mist of some devilish dream --
Forgotten, forgotten the sweat of the shambles
Where the hill-daisy blooms and the gray monkey gambols,
From the sword-belt set free and released from the steel,
The Peace of the Lord is on Captain O'Neil.
. . . . .
Up the hill to Simoorie -- most patient of drudges --
The bags on his shoulder, the mail-runner trudges.
"For Captain O'Neil, Sahib. One hundred and ten
Rupees to collect on delivery."
Then
(Their breakfast was stopped while the screw-jack and hammer
Tore waxcloth, split teak-wood, and chipped out the dammer;)
Open-eyed, open-mouthed, on the napery's snow,
With a crash and a thud, rolled -- the Head of the Boh!
And gummed to the scalp was a letter which ran: --
"IN FIELDING FORCE SERVICE.
Encampment,
10th Jan.
"Dear Sir, -- I have honour to send, as you said,
For final approval (see under) Boh's Head;
"Was took by myself in most bloody affair.
By High Education brought pressure to bear.
"Now violate Liberty, time being bad,
To mail V.P.P. (rupees hundred) Please add
"Whatever Your Honour can pass. Price of Blood
Much cheap at one hundred, and children want food;
"So trusting Your Honour will somewhat retain
True love and affection for Govt. Bullock Train,
"And show awful kindness to satisfy me,
I am,
Graceful Master,
Your
H. MUKERJI."
. . . . .
As the rabbit is drawn to the rattlesnake's power,
As the smoker's eye fills at the opium hour,
As a horse reaches up to the manger above,
As the waiting ear yearns for the whisper of love,
From the arms of the Bride, iron-visaged and slow,
The Captain bent down to the Head of the Boh.
And e'en as he looked on the Thing where It lay
'Twixt the winking new spoons and the napkins' array,
The freed mind fled back to the long-ago days --
The hand-to-hand scuffle -- the smoke and the blaze --
The forced march at night and the quick rush at dawn --
The banjo at twilight, the burial ere morn --
The stench of the marshes -- the raw, piercing smell
When the overhand stabbing-cut silenced the yell --
The oaths of his Irish that surged when they stood
Where the black crosses hung o'er the Kuttamow flood.
As a derelict ship drifts away with the tide
The Captain went out on the Past from his Bride,
Back, back, through the springs to the chill of the year,
When he hunted the Boh from Maloon to Tsaleer.
As the shape of a corpse dimmers up through deep water,
In his eye lit the passionless passion of slaughter,
And men who had fought with O'Neil for the life
Had gazed on his face with less dread than his wife.
For she who had held him so long could not hold him --
Though a four-month Eternity should have controlled him --
But watched the twin Terror -- the head turned to head --
The scowling, scarred Black, and the flushed savage Red --
The spirit that changed from her knowing and flew to
Some grim hidden Past she had never a clue to.
But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing,
And muttered aloud, "So you kept that jade earring!"
Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend,
"Old man, you fought well, but you lost in the end."
. . . . .
The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion: --
"He took what I said in this horrible fashion,
"I'll write to Harendra!" With language unsainted
The Captain came back to the Bride. . .who had fainted.
. . . . .
And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie
And look at their baby, a twelve-month old Houri,
A pert little, Irish-eyed Kathleen Mavournin --
She's always about on the Mall of a mornin' --
And you'll see, if her right shoulder-strap is displaced,
This: Gules upon argent, a Boh's Head, erased!
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[Post 333]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2015 11:52 PM
I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires
This moment is not for being lazily idle
in the distance starting gunshot sounds
This racehorse needs no governing bridle
Race like the rabbit running from the hounds
Wind streams by as I run to nothing ahead
behind lay unfullfilled , selfish desires
Images of Gods and demons flash in my head
as I seek to touch all the burning fires
Yet hope promises a future great release
a settled place for my lost soul to rest
Can I find that light to set me at peace
this lost bird fallen from my safe nest
Aware of my great failings I surrender to fate
Crying for mercy, praying it is not too late
Robert J. Lindley, 03-16-2015
Note, this is an edited, shortened piece.
The original was much longer and very personal in
language and scope.
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[Post 334]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-17-2015 09:05 AM
No, Never Enough Blessed Time
No, never enough blessed time
not enough to squeeze out more
stealing moments is not a crime
time erodes on a failing shore
Up early before the first light
rushing about to get more done
all is needed in this great fight
time race is on, I got to run
Set the clocks to cheat my mind
grab more hours to rush all about
duty calls and life often so unkind
need more, need more, never a doubt
Last time I waste about this plight
Save that for more ammo in this fight
R.J. Lindley
Note- Ran ragged and tired as hell,
the fight is on heard the bell,
running all about like mad,
never enough, all I have had...
Written in the early 80's...
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[Post 335]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-17-2015 10:46 PM
The Last Letter
Death faced with defiant scowl
Clutching her last letter tight
Fierce fighter let out a howl
Gave up the ghost in this fight
Last image was her blonde hair
Short blue dress fit her well
How he asked her out on a dare
thinking to get shot all to hell
Then she accepted and gave a kiss
O' just to gently touch her hand
Her everything he was sure to miss
as he died in this distant land
Sure that his love would not know
Life had rewarded him with her love
Leaving her was the greatest blow
Yet Hope promised seeing her above
The brave soldier breathed his last
earth melted into a distant shape
She the great treasure of his past
from her love he wanted no escape
Death faced with defiant scowl
Clutching her last letter tight
Fierce fighter let out a howl
Gave up the ghost in this fight
Robert J. Lindley, 03-17-2015
Note-- From my journal, Dreams Of My Past ........
last chapter--Shelter from the Storm.
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[Post 336]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-18-2015 09:43 AM
This Will Be My Last Romance
If you were here with me now-
the sky would kiss my face
We would both find out just how
to together win every race
As the Spring rain pelts our bare skin-
the days gift us precious hours
We eat the life we are living in
as rain gives us our daily showers
If only you were here with me now-
life would sing and dance
First I saw you my heart said wow
this will be my last romance
This vow I promise eternally to you-
we shall never ever truly part
Each rain washes in our love anew
you are the eternal owner of my heart
Robert J. Lindley , 03-18-2015
Note--Written to and for my wife, just completed..
She is doing a twelve hour shift today at the hospital
in her clinicals....
She will find this poem in her jewelry box tonight as
she sheds her jewelry tonight to go to bed.
I rarely present such private writes but today is
special. I asked her to marry me exactly twelve years ago today.
Exactly two years to the day into our long distance romance....
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[Post 337]
Author : Drummond
Date : 03-18-2015 01:06 PM
Home Thoughts from Abroad
by Robert Browning
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
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Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Then the two hearts beating each to each!
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Browning grew up in Camberwell in south-east London. He was educated at home where he had access to his father's extensive library. At an early age he was inspired by the work of romantic poets such as Byron, Keats and Shelley. In 1828 he began a course at London University but abandoned it in his second term.
In 1845 he began corresponding with Elizabeth Barrett after reading and enjoying some of her poems. Due to opposition from Elizabeth's father the couple eventually married in secret and then eloped to Italy in 1846. There they had a son together - Robert Wiedmann Barrett Browning - who was known by the nickname 'Pen'.
Although quintessentially a Victorian poet, Browning's work was hugely influential in heralding in modernism. In particular, his dramatic monologues such as My Last Duchess and Bishop Blougram's Apology provided inspiration for the work of both T.S.Eliot and Ezra Pound.
Robert Browning
After his wife's death in 1861 Browning returned to England and continued to write poetry.
Browning died in Venice in 1889 and it was his wish to be buried alongside his wife in the English Cemetery in Florence however, by that stage, the city authorities had prohibited any new burials.
Browning never achieved the commercial success of Tennyson. However, in his old age he was a hugely respected literary figure. He received an honorary degree from Oxford University and in 1881 The Browning Society was founded.
His best known collections include The Ring and the Book (1868-69) and Men and Women (1855). His last collection of poems Asolando was published on the day of his death:clap::clap::clap::clap:
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[Post 338]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-18-2015 07:21 PM
A good friend has asked me to enter his newest poetry contest. I relented out of friendship and wrote this one for entry.
Just finished it a few minutes ago.. Any feedback appreciated even should it be negative. I have two weeks to enter a poem and already promised to do so.. Maybe needs a bit more depth..
They In Love, Both Sought To Teach
They in love both sought to teach
hearts melded together each to each
Spritely wind in each blowing sail
both wished same, coin in the well
Standing determined hand in hand
weathering every storm in this land
She feeling deeply his every fall
he racing to her every beck and call
Old age found them together strong
walking side by side right on along
She turned to help him as he slowed
he kissed her hand, her smile glowed
They in love both sought to teach
hearts melded together each to each
Failing wind now in each blowing sail
both wished same, coin in the well
One Spring day neither rose from bed
his arm around her, both lay quite dead
Robert J. Lindley, 03-18-2015
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[Post 339]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-19-2015 05:44 PM
The Indian Burying Ground
In spite of all the learn'd have said;
I still my old opinion keep,
The posture, that we give the dead,
Points out the soul's eternal sleep.
Not so the ancients of these lands --
The Indian, when from life releas'd
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares gain the joyous feast.
His imag'd birds, and painted bowl,
And ven'son, for a journey dress'd,
Bespeak the nature of the soul,
Activity, that knows no rest.
His bow, for action ready bent,
And arrows, with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,
And not the finer essence gone.
Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way.
No fraud upon the dead commit --
Observe the swelling turf, and say
They do not lie, but here they sit.
Here still lofty rock remains,
On which the curious eye may trace,
(Now wasted, half, by wearing rains)
The fancies of a older race.
Here still an aged elm aspires,
Beneath whose far -- projecting shade
(And which the shepherd still admires
The children of the forest play'd!
There oft a restless Indian queen
(Pale Shebah, with her braided hair)
And many a barbarous form is seen
To chide the man that lingers there.
By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase array'd,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer, a shade!
And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief, and pointed spear,
And reason's self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.
Philip Freneau
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Their time came and passed, and I suspect that ours is well on its way out. We brought it on ourselves when we decided not to hit back at those hellbent on our destrcution. We decided that appeasement was far easier that sacrifice and fighting to preserve that which we have. So we get the time of scum we have now ruling over us. A traitor being heralded as a hero , messiah and saviour.
Would make for a great comedy were it not a massive tragedy in the making. Fact..
60+ million babies murdered(aborted) and a price is gonna be paid for that.. God's justice can never be avoided and never fails to deliver. -Tyr
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[Post 340]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-21-2015 10:14 AM
And A Rambling I Go
I saw, the rot of selfish desires,
burning endlessly in clever fires
Piles of cash a mountain high
stolen by those that steal and lie
six days every week ,
while they go to church pretending
to be so mild and meek
The preacher crying all to give so much more
while he lives in a mansion with a golden door
drunks living with no other life
have sacrificed family and wife
naked women on the the street,
selling thier pride and body like meat
hustlers getting rich selling poisonous dope
as they hang themselves with an evil rope
I looked for solace and found there was none
just endless cowards crying on the run
A world teaching wrong is so damn right
blind monkeys never seeing the light
dancing in fruitless trees,
tree-rats eating with relish their rotting cheese
Looking for Spring to bring life anew
I too am blind and without a damn clue
a fool holding onto a false hope
on a tight leash and even shorter rope
Where is the miracle we each think can come
we see it shining there for some
A treasure glaring in the glimmering Sun
gifted not stolen by guile and a gun
So I finally turned to family for relief
ease my Soul, winter in my long lost belief
that Life must give us all a saving line
other than more food when we sit to dine
Ahh yes, I swing in one of those fruitless trees,
a monkey often doing just as I please
yet dare to think to have so much more
salvation on a far away dazzling shore
My arrogance is in my daring to wish to be better
a fool writing fantasy in an inquiry letter
Is death the only, the one saving grace
a vacation from this sadness infecting the human race
I wonder, can man ever journey forth without greed
without pride of the darkness in his seed
with the guiding light pointing to that place
where joy and love beams in every shining face
All the vanity I once held firmly, so damn dear
was no more than vanishing suds in my lousy beer
Standing now to look over my own selfish deeds
I see a child still lost in the tall, tall weeds
sometimes crying for help to rush on to rescue
is sweet salvation only for the chosen few
Spring came when I had completely given up on me
a beaten man , crying out in a desperate plea
Once I had lost my arrogant, foolish pride
I had no shelter in which to stupidly hide
As darkness raced to force me into its trap
that restraining leash did finally snap
I took one step into the waiting light
away from darkness of that life enslaving night
And only then, only then did I see-
The huge rot of all my selfish desires,
burning endlessly in my clever fires
Piles of my cash a mountain high
stolen by we that relentlessly steal and lie
six shameful days every week ,
while we go to church pretending
to be so damn clever, mild and meek
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 341]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-21-2015 10:44 PM
Contest--Evils of the Night.
Any form but no more than 32 verses, rhyme preferred.
No names, list contest name and poem must be new .
Death And Night-Stalker
Deep hunger drives all
deadly cuts in the night
fate gives its call
you deliver bloody sight
of every dark lust
and lowly darkened hell
you find that you must
crack every singing bell
night sets to your will
you slash its legs
to get your wicked thrill
as each victim vainly begs
savage aches force your pain
you eat its surge
to hold all of your gain
demonic evil in every urge
Flee far, far away
skulking into the dark
never view break of day
truth is just too stark
Echoes resound from your cuts
smirk at your deeds
blood oozes from their guts
the sight feeds your needs
Night comes again to reward
your darkness with more
No mercy, heart stone hard
you spread the gore
Night-Stalker on the prowl
death is the goal
you bellow a fiendish howl
as you kill another soul
Robert J. Lindley
Contest--Evils Of The Night
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[Post 342]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2015 02:21 PM
Asking How Your Beauty Can Be
In my dreams, dancing in those night dreams as I do
I met HE that hung the bright stars in the night sky
Asking a thousand questions, I failed in asking why
Spring rain is so perfect, the Autumn moon is too
the world be so ugly but such beauty rests in you!
Spring rain sings out as it cascades on down
little songs sprout up after it hits the ground
So perfect that massive Oak from such a tiny seed
Nature's wisdom which we would do well to heed
Yes, in my night dreams these thoughts are found
Autumn moon splattering its light down upon you
giving your lovely face the beauty that it is due
The perfect form to match those deep brown eyes
hanging there to shine on you from the night skies
If I ever saw perfection it must have been in you
This world so ugly, dark nights are blessed gifts
yet that relief pales to your grace that so uplifts
As your heart inspires, my mind finds its treasure
we fill our cup and forget to ever our love measure
In my dreams these images dance with the moon shifts
In my dreams, dancing in those night dreams as I do
I met HE that hung the bright stars in the night sky
Asking a thousand questions, I failed in asking why
Spring rain is so perfect, the Autumn moon is too
the world be so ugly but such beauty rests in you!
Robert J. Lindley, 03-22-2015
Note-- Written for my wife. After ten years putting up with me she deserves even better verses but this is the best that I can do since,
I 'ze jest bez a po' dumb Southern redneck dat don't no nothing...
Or so I've been told by many a "brilliant, kollege edumucated, liberal fooooool". :laugh:--Tyr
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[Post 343]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2015 02:26 PM
Justin wants to say something today.--Tyr
Hello my friends. have you all been good and fine
I want to show you this.
:banana::reindeer::shakegift::nudie::blabla::dance::cheers2::pirate1:
:fighting0040::omg::disco::deejay::ahole::mooning::pave::neptune::flyflag:
Ok, my son the artist finished his masterpiece. ;)
He is in second grade, just read my most recent poem perfectly. Made all A's and is very good at every computer game he plays. I wish he was more into outside activities but seems being a book reading, game playing child he favors.
This summer and Fall I plan on getting him heavy into shooting guns.
The wife will just have to understand, a man got to do what he knows to be best for his kids.
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[Post 344]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2015 09:20 PM
I have never seen this done before but will try to show the basic method I use when writing poetry. When not inspired by a dream or a memory this works well.
A project to illustrate a method to conceive, write, edit and create a finished poem.
"When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?"
- Seneca
^^^^ Write a poem based upon a famous quote or beautiful object..
I chose this quote because I too have felt that spirit when coming upon an "old growth" forested section of my favorite hunting grounds as a kid.
It is real and certainly not imagined, as one can actually feel it, same as touching soil or water.
Poem title will be--
Did The Tree Spirits Die Too
Next step--believe me this one is hard--
wait for the opening verse to come to you.
Sometimes it comes in a few minutes other times a few days or even a few weeks.
Rarely ever can you consciously force it and still end up with a good poem.................
I just may dream most of the poem tonight if I am lucky.
Or wake my lazy muse tomorrow if I can even find her...--Tyr
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[Post 345]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-23-2015 11:23 PM
I have never seen this done before but will try to show the basic method I use when writing poetry. When not inspired by a dream or a memory this works well.
A project to illustrate a method to conceive, write, edit and create a finished poem.
^^^^ Write a poem based upon a famous quote or beautiful object..
I chose this quote because I too have felt that spirit when coming upon an "old growth" forested section of my favorite hunting grounds as a kid.
It is real and certainly not imagined, as one can actually feel it, same as touching soil or water.
Poem title will be--
Did The Tree Spirits Die Too
Next step--believe me this one is hard--
wait for the opening verse to come to you.
Sometimes it comes in a few minutes other times a few days or even a few weeks.
Rarely ever can you consciously force it and still end up with a good poem.................
I just may dream most of the poem tonight if I am lucky.
Or wake my lazy muse tomorrow if I can even find her...--Tyr
Did The Tree Spirits Die Too
Shadows wrap the mighty black oaks
moving so slow like the older folks
Many decades have grown trees strong
I listen for that most ancient song
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Sometimes the poem flows right on to the finish, while others times
it comes in spurts.
Tonight this opening came....
I need sleep and hope the rest of the poem comes tomorrow..-Tyr
One step at a time..-Tyr
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[Post 346]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-24-2015 09:39 AM
After a sincere and heartfelt request from a dear poetess friend at my poetry site I have decided to break my promise to myself to not enter any more contests there. Truly, I only break promises to--myself-- as I then know who the beat up on for doing that.;)
Here is that effort , just finished this fine morn.
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Contest entry:
Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g)
Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
Ten syllables per line
You may search and find a saying to inspire you please
include the quote on your work..
Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..
Forms: Sonnet or The Form Of Poulter Measure Explained
PM me if you have any questions..
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Father said, son listen to that church bell
life just may beat you into submission
or drag you deep into a living hell
to avoid that seek truth as your mission
Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
let goodness be your greatest living guide
On that path the Light casts away all fear
your love and deeds you will not have to hide
Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
will there not be days of terrible doubt
My son, live your life seeking to be pure
then his love you will never be without
Tis' the courage to continue that counts
In this race , best we use our finest mounts
Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
Poem contest entry...
Results shown:
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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:
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Nationality: English
Type: Statesman
Born: November 30, 1874
Died: January 24, 1965
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
Winston Churchill
My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable
requirement of the sonnet form used.
I have received many first place finishes in the contests at my poetry site but this one holds special meaning to me.
As the poem features the quote of my all time favorite leader and statesman (Sir Winston Churchill) plus the message that Jesus Christ is the only Salvation for mankind.
Contests results came in this morning...
A Penny For Your Thoughts
Contest Judged: 3/24/2015 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Place, PoemTitle, Poet
1 A Penny For Your Thoughts Robert Lindley
2 A Penny For Your Thoughts Sandra Haight
3 A Penny For Your Thoughts Broken Wings
4 A Penny For Your Thoughts Catie Lindsey
5 Unbowed Craig Cornish
5 A Penny For Your Thoughts Andrea Dietrich
6 A Penny For Your Thoughts Sasha Maharaj
7 A Penny For Your Thoughts Robert Stoner Jr
8 A Penny for Your Thoughts Carolyn Devonshire
9 A Penny For Your Thoughts jack horne
10 A Penny For Your Thoughts george seal
11 A Penny for your Thoughts Seren Roberts
12 A Penny For Your Thoughts John lawless
13 A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS nette onclaud
14 Of Fallen Leaves Carrie Richards
14 A Penny for My Thoughts Debbie Guzzi
15 A Penny for your thoughts Abdul Malik
Honorable Mention A penny for your thoughts Richard Lamoureux
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REMEMBER--
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
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[Post 347]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-26-2015 07:27 PM
Did The Tree Spirits Die Too
Shadows wrap the mighty black oaks
moving so slow like the older folks
Many decades have grown trees strong
I listen for that most ancient song
Terrible storms have left their mark
trees scarred, cut, bent and swayed
Dark black trunks of fire burnt bark
where forest fires savagely played
Second stanza down , either six more verses for a sonnet or
2/3 stanzas for a more in-depth presentation.
At this point there is still much to be decided.
As this write has not just flooded out on a torrent as some
often do..-Tyr
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[Post 348]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-27-2015 09:00 AM
Song of Nature
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.
I hid in the solar glory,
I am dumb in the pealing song,
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
In slumber I am strong.
No numbers have counted my tallies,
No tribes my house can fill,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life,
And pour the deluge still;
And ever by delicate powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race the rarest flowers,
My wreath shall nothing miss.
And many a thousand summers
My apples ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.
I wrote the past in characters
Of rock and fire the scroll,
The building in the coral sea,
The planting of the coal.
And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and aged things
I formed the world anew;
What time the gods kept carnival,
Tricked out in star and flower,
And in cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power.
Time and Thought were my surveyors,
They laid their courses well,
They boiled the sea, and baked the layers
Or granite, marl, and shell.
But he, the man-child glorious,--
Where tarries he the while?
The rainbow shines his harbinger,
The sunset gleams his smile.
My boreal lights leap upward,
Forthright my planets roll,
And still the man-child is not born,
The summit of the whole.
Must time and tide forever run?
Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And satellites have rest?
Too much of donning and doffing,
Too slow the rainbow fades,
I weary of my robe of snow,
My leaves and my cascades;
I tire of globes and races,
Too long the game is played;
What without him is summer's pomp,
Or winter's frozen shade?
I travail in pain for him,
My creatures travail and wait;
His couriers come by squadrons,
He comes not to the gate.
Twice I have moulded an image,
And thrice outstretched my hand,
Made one of day, and one of night,
And one of the salt sea-sand.
One in a Judaean manger,
And one by Avon stream,
One over against the mouths of Nile,
And one in the Academe.
I moulded kings and saviours,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry influence short,
The cup was never full.
Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
And mix the bowl again;
Seethe, fate! the ancient elements,
Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.
Let war and trade and creeds and song
Blend, ripen race on race,
The sunburnt world a man shall breed
Of all the zones, and countless days.
No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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This is my favorite Emerson poem. To me very few poems excel it in depth , clarity of message , and understanding of Nature and human nature with its dark ills.--Tyr
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[Post 349]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-28-2015 09:54 AM
Did The Tree Spirits Die Too
Shadows wrap the mighty black oaks
moving so slow like the older folks
Many decades have grown trees strong
I listen for that most ancient song
Terrible storms have left their mark
trees scarred, cut, bent and swayed
Dark black trunks of fire burnt bark
where forest fires savagely played
At times whispers can be heard
listen and one can so clearly hear
tree spirits uttering a single word
a moaning cry without a single tear
Stop cutting to just foolishly waste
we are here for another important reason
think long term act not in haste
allow us each and every growing season
Think of clean air and beauty we provide
not just the money to be greedily made
We each have growing hearts deep inside
and spirits we would never ever trade
Shadows guard the mighty black oaks
moving so slow like the older folks
Many decades have grown trees strong
I listen for their most ancient song
Robert J. Lindley, 03-28-2015
note: Must give credit to the teachings of my Native American heritage.
Pagan it may be but they worshipped mother earth, the streams and the trees, the animals etc.
I have many, many books on the Native Americans and their religious beliefs are fascinating...
Writing I went to the sonnet form at 14 verses but felt the need to go farther.
Repetition of the opening stanza in my closing stanza is normally done with no changes
but in this poem I made slight changes for a reason.--Tyr
This represents a normal method I use to write. However sometimes I write as if tuned into a different dimension.
I see the words coming at me from afar and write as they come, not reading until it stops. That I call my muse
and she is indeed often a vindictive and tantalizing vixen. ;)--Tyr
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[Post 350]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-29-2015 09:13 PM
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 evil man's 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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[Post 351]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-30-2015 08:44 PM
Contest write....
My Love, You Taught Me To Ride A Hurricane
My love, you taught me to ride a hurricane
here without you I have gone insane
Nights once dance filled with your moves
are now broken records with no grooves
My lover, you never told me why you ran
it was certainly not for another man
Nights now eat into my grieving soul
was such deep pain and hurt your goal
My love, can you race back to a new me
I will change whatever you please
Nights are cutting into my shattered heart
will you give us a chance, another start
My lover, ask and I will race to you
anytime, anywhere, any place you choose
Nights stab into my aching lost mind
I remember you were so loving and kind
My love, you taught me to ride a hurricane
here without you I am now truly insane
Nights once so filled with your soft touch
are now dungeons that break me too much
Read my words and give me the epic release
slay this dark dragon, end my great grief.
Robert J. Lindley, 03-30-2015
Note, finished today .
Will leave it up a few days to study to see if changes are need before I enter it..
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[Post 352]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-30-2015 11:10 PM
Simple Man by Lynrd Skynrd
A song that is pure poetry , as is the -- Ballad of Curtis Loew.. ----Tyr
Mama told me when I was young
"Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"
"Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You'll find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Oh yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Baby, be a simple, really simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Greatest Southern rock band ever.. -Tyr
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[Post 353]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-31-2015 10:07 AM
Brave Actions Dispel The Darkest Of Foes
Brave actions dispel the darkest of foes
when righteous cuts heal massive woes
Deep into battles never truly completed
rise spirits again never truly defeated
Undaunted courage swings into the fray
with warrior's sword and its cutting ray
Each battle eats a few more lost souls
as demonic forces reach their evil goals
Neither wins in this eternal dark fight
the great fury blocks victory from sight
Yet victory resides in darkness quelled
not the number of savage combatants felled
On a special night a light will shine
evil goes hungry and courageous heroes dine
On triumph in its crafted golden shell
as the slain flee back into their dark Hell
Brave actions dispel the darkest of foes
when righteous cuts heal massive woes
Deep into battles never truly completed
rise spirits again never truly defeated
Every sunrise glory rains upon this earth
we fall to see blinded by our fleshly birth!
Robert J. Lindley, 03 31-2015
Note-- Written as requested by a dear friend.
And Alexander the time used was less than 15 minutes.. check your watch
You requested 20 verses in 20 minutes -no edits, I gave 22..
Deliver the bottle of whiskey anytime... no cheap stuff....... lol
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[Post 354]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-31-2015 07:27 PM
A sonnet, that I wrote ages ago. Was motivated to post this one at my poetry site so decided
to post it here as well.
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In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In
Stoning you, I slay you , cut into you
with hatred in my rapid surging heart
Such is very deserved and more is due
I try to break your body all apart
As you cry for sweet mercy try to think
you that lived and wallowed in darkest sin
Gleefully you drove me into the brink
as you grew the hate that I once lived in
Beg, graven coward for any relief
as I break another bone for sweet joy
Deriding my every moral belief
claimed power over me as a mere boy
You shame me so, my dark and evil twin
I defeat you, sink the world you live in
Robert J. Lindley, 1973
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Post 355]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-01-2015 12:10 AM
Just finished this poem for another contest. -Tyr
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I See You In The Earth, Wind And Sky
Darling, cut my throat if you think it best
these past days and nights I never rest
I rummage in the photo albums you gave
for a picture to lay on your lonely grave
At night I sit in bed and endlessly stare
looking for you my darling everywhere
Sweetheart, I kept you favorite perfume
I spray it everywhere in our bedroom
Your pillow I hold so close all night
futile is my miserable longing plight
I know death has you in its hidden cage
some nights I beat the walls in my rage
I see you in the earth, wind and sky
your lost beauty makes me weep and cry
Why, why did you take all those pills
our life was great, you needed no thrills
That tragic morn you failed to ever wake
I stupidly tried my own sad life to take
Darling, you would have been twenty-three
I was there for you but you were not for me
Curse the pain you have cast into my heart
no more life or family we promised to start
I sleep each night in your old antique bed
missing you, hugging your soft pillow instead
Darling, this letter will be my very last write
pistol is loaded, I'll drop the hammer tonight.
R.J. Lindley
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[Post 356]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-01-2015 01:02 PM
Another contest write.. This is by far my longest poem written for a contest.
Admittedly , I did not write it solely for the contest but rather to record the TRUTH
of light and dark, evil and good, death and salvation.
Hope you may enjoy the read....--Tyr
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God's Own Hand Formed The Soul Of Man
After my hatred grew as deep as swamp mud
I fed evil each day with my soul's rich blood
Those feedings were such a great bliss
Sweetest joy my dark soul does so miss
I did often dream of those I wanted dead
arrow in the gut or bullet in the head
A sharp knife to cut out their hearts
blind their eyes with my throwing darts
No mercy to ease pain and desperate woes
just more carnage for demonic happy shows
Now that evil turned so viciously upon me
I cry out in a lost and loud maddening plea
How dare you attack your most willing host
cutting me down, rendering me into a ghost
Have I not served your lustful hate well
tis too damn early to send my soul to hell
Ask your dark master to now let me just be
stop attacking, set this foolish servant free
Tonight I expect a pardon and full release
if not I'll race to the nearest true priest
In a flash the replay blasted out in my head
dog, you serve the master until you are dead
Now bow and plead for more of this deep pain
for we'll deliver it and more, again and again
Your weak cries, music that sends us such thrills
we will eat your bones and gloat on such kills
Be silent while we cut out your blackened heart
you a master, a dream you were never that smart
As darkness descends on your soul this next moon
you will weep and moan in Hell a most sad tune
Caught like a tired old fox in a hunter's trap
I knew evil had me with no way to beat the rap
If I could remember those words my father said
something about salvation that rang in my head
Now it comes, believe in me accept my only Son
your soul will be saved, God's will always done
No other choice, I must bow down to that Light
renounce this evil and end this slavery tonight
Father forgive me my arrogance and wicked sin
accept this lost soul, and please let me on in
In a flash, sweet release washed into my lost soul
I found love and forgiveness, the cherished goal
Angels came to welcome a child back into His arms
no more pain, torture and evil retribution alarms
Once again I saw family gone that I dearly missed
My family, my mother that I had never truly kissed
Next visions of Heaven and its happy cheering crowds
where no darkness, pain or evil was ever to be allowed
A promise to one day be gifted eternal life right here
In happiness, crying, I shed not even a solitary tear
Was this to be my true fate or just a wishful dream
The answer any will find if they join the Son's team
You may have heard wisdom in, seek and ye shall find
A promise that is true if one has a faith-filled mind
You have but to ask and you will most assuredly receive
do that and evil loses all its great power to deceive
Never again will you have to live in fear and doubt
solace will come, happiness you'll just have to shout
Can you, will you , dare you fall down upon bended knee
Accept the Word and receive the answer to your soul's plea
Robert J. Lindley, 03-30-2015
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[Post 357]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-02-2015 06:28 PM
The Depths Of Loneliness
Lonely, gloom eats at my heart
days that can never be undone
A bed that fits only just one
quilt never to be given a restart
House, that holds no sweet acts
nights eating into my lost mind
This state of confusion so unkind
science book with no clear facts
Screams, sit deep within my soul
darkness splashing its way out
Silence in a soft plastic shout
feeling in an endless dirt hole
Help, a lost cause destroy hope
memories singing a sweet name
Life is defeated, love is lame
holding onto a long broken rope
Me, a child in a small hidden cage
defenseless against time and fear
Eyes blinded and dry of any tear
wilderness of round stones and rage
Lonely house screams help me live
ghosts have all ran into the light
Moonlight shines down each night
on empty rooms with nothing to give!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 358]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-04-2015 08:36 AM
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
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I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
^^^^ Remember this well as a child and our father did the same got up early , carried in wood , built a fire in the stove and about 30 minutes later woke us to get up at 6 am.
How I long to visit that time again and touch my dad . I miss him terribly, even now in my own old age..
He gave me the tools to survive and loved his children 100%.
He was firm but never cruel and never denied the cruel reality of the world. -Tyr
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[Post 359]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-04-2015 09:53 AM
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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[Post 360]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-04-2015 10:43 AM
I felt inspired today and in honor of Easter wrote this poem.
Truth is , a comment by a very fine member here inspired this poem.
He reminded me that some of my comments are very unchristian like.
A truth it took me a few hours to properly digest.
So thanks to that insight and bit of wisdom I owe him for the inspiration for this write!
Hjmick, thanks for the honesty and wisdom in your words. My anger got the best of me and I
acted rashly in my comments about the lady's death.
Here is that poem.
The Storm's Fury, Can Be Tempered
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late;
Why act in a foolish and hard hearted way,
with the temper of the moment in your heart,
here death is final, we get not another start
all must bow on the promised judgment day;
And cultivate love in your everyday travels,
soften every hurried step in your desires,
mercy is the best wood for your hottest fires
failure to heed this and life often unravels;
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-04-2015
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[Post 361]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-05-2015 10:33 AM
For Roy Jerden's contest, theme --Makeover.
Basically the sponsor wants old poems improved by the author and presented both versions.
Judging will be on the poems most improved and the judge lists in his contest rules the nature and emphasis on those types of improvements. Shortening or lengthening poems was included in the rules but due to my choice being a sonnet I can do neither.
My choice is a very limited type of poem, a sonnet, which can only be 14 verses and 140 syllables.
Yet I chose this poem because I wrote it about my wife when we first met(3 years before we married).
And already knew I had not cared to worry about syllable count etc when writing this poem.
Notice that I did not change even one end word rhyme. Thats because
I view those as exceptional and the most important part of story being told.
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Original version ( 03/21/2001)
As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes
In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire
Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise
Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew
help me find a love any man is due
In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list
Robert Lindley March 21, 2001
Syllables Per Line: 10 8 10 8 0 8 9 9 10 0 9 9 12 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 132
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 98
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Revised version below.......(Greatly improved!)
As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes
In a dream world where fantasies abound
in this fantasy my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her sweetest heart's desire
Beautiful voice soothes every hurting soul
spreading happiness, is her daily goal
A midnight moon shining upon her eyes
this thought comes to me so very wise
Heaven is her coming to me down here
easing my hurt, washing away my fear
Softest touch my heart it does renew
helping me find love any man is due
Lovely dream world such fantasies exist
her heart's desire, anything on her list
Robert Lindley, 04-04-2015
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: N/A
Total # Words: 97
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Note-- Had my goal been placing high in the contest I'd not chosen a sonnet to improve!
My goal was to improve this poem I wrote for and about my wife.....
An exercise in learning and yes even humility , as upon close examination I saw
much to be reworded. -Tyr
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[Post 362]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2015 06:08 PM
I slaved for an hour writing this poem for a contest.
First version was great but met not the syllable count, there went 40 minutes.
Took me another 20 minutes to change to met perfect ten syllables per verse.
And to do so without changing the message and spirit of the write!
I think this will place very, very high.. A sonnet is a much harder poetry form to write.
Simply because one must limit the words/syllables used.
Often a hard task when trying to convey a complicated or intensively deep or emotional
message! I was tempted to tweak it to hit the 100 word mark but 101 words is ok....
Here she be, hope you may enjoy this one...
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When I Slumber Where Rushing Waters Play
As my worries invade my tortured mind
I wake to find another place to be
Misery and despair both so unkind
sending me racing to be gone and free
I run to the nearest water flowing
soothing sounds blast into inner spirit
Even better if soft breeze a blowing
comfort abounds whenever I hear it
Soft waves of time ebb and begin to stop
gurgling sounds grab onto wings of my soul
All my loves racing upward to the top
like waters rushing out of gaping hole
Man's spirit latches on to such great gifts
Racing waters sends treasure that uplifts
Robert J. Lindley, 04-06-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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: N/A
Total # Words: 101
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[Post 363]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2015 07:53 PM
I slaved for an hour writing this poem for a contest.
First version was great but met not the syllable count, there went 40 minutes.
Took me another 20 minutes to change to met perfect ten syllables per verse.
And to do so without changing the message and spirit of the write!
I think this will place very, very high.. A sonnet is a much harder poetry form to write.
Simply because one must limit the words/syllables used.
Often a hard task when trying to convey a complicated or intensively deep or emotional
message! I was tempted to tweak it to hit the 100 word mark but 101 words is ok....
Here she be, hope you may enjoy this one...
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When I Slumber Where Rushing Waters Play
As my worries invade my tortured mind
I wake to find another place to be
Misery and despair both so unkind
sending me racing to be gone and free
I run to the nearest water flowing
soothing sounds blast into inner spirit
Even better if soft breeze a blowing
comfort abounds whenever I hear it
Soft waves of time ebb and begin to stop
gurgling sounds grab onto wings of my soul
All my loves racing upward to the top
like waters rushing out of gaping hole
Man's spirit latches on to such great gifts
Racing waters sends treasure that uplifts
Robert J. Lindley, 04-06-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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: N/A
Total # Words: 101
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Here is the original poem before the tweaking..-Tyr
When I Slumber Where Rushing Waters Play
As worries invade my tortured mind
I wake to find another place to be
Misery and despair both so unkind
send me racing to be gone and free
I run to the nearest water flowing
the sound soothes my inner spirit
Even better if soft breeze a blowing
comfort abounds whenever I hear it
Waves of time slowly begin to stop
nature sounds grab wings of my soul
All my loves race forth to the top
like waters rushing out a gaping hole
Man's spirit latches on to such gifts
Racing waters sends treasure that uplifts
Robert J. Lindley
Note, see the uniformity of the verses in the original?
That was sacrificed to meet the syllable count...
Modern sonnet does not have to meet the ten syllable count but its best when entering a contest to do so.. -Tyr
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[Post 364]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 04-06-2015 08:01 PM
~ "As my worries invade my tortured mind
I wake to find another place to be
Misery and despair both so unkind
sending me racing to be gone and free..............." ~
:cool:....can relate ...Nice...!
http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/man-thinking-finger-to-face-horizontal-looking-up-has-33417565.jpg
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[Post 365]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2015 08:37 AM
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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[Post 366]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2015 05:54 PM
Body And Soul Had To Part
Call out my true name
friend of my long life
I touch you these years
We found not sweet fame
felt cuts from a knife
bled our hot sad tears
You joined my epic pains
as our heart sadly wept
this life ate its fill
We danced into soft rains
sang happily as we slept
each dream sent a thrill
Why did you ever leave
this body was your home
a state you found sane
Our life did so weave
love that had to roam
seeking joy not so plain
Body and Soul had to part
Death broke this shared heart
Robert Lindley, 04-07-2015
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[Post 367]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-08-2015 08:48 AM
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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September 1913
by William Butler Yeats
What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry, 'Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.
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Sonnet 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee—in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
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Forget Maya Angelou, the grossly over rated choice by modern day liberal fools.
Read, study, enjoy truly great poets, she is not one of them IMHO..
If she were white she'd not have the undeserved fame that she has. A fact... ----TYR
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[Post 368]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-08-2015 06:58 PM
On Lord Byron
Far away from thistle and thorn
a genius and great poet was born
Lord Byron was his great name
making love with words his game
The world had him not very long
his verses danced like a song
Women swoon at his written charms
those chosen loved in his arms
He was born to many a woman bed
excesses raced in his wild head
Often crazy and without any cares
he juggled many hot love affairs
Fate lusted to grab him too soon
as he shown like the August moon
Sadness invaded his hectic life
in dying, he left his poor wife
Far away from thistle and thorn
a genius and great poet was born
Lord Byron was his great name
making love with words his game
Robert J. Lindley
06, 22, 1970
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[Post 369]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-09-2015 06:52 AM
Naomi Shihab Nye, what you never heard of or read this poet?
Me neither until this morn but found this jewel she wrote.
Usually these modern writes do nothing or very little for me but this one, this one is special.
The concluding verse ties it all together nicely. A snapshot in time of a different place and peoples!
Even the title is genius IMHO. And this is in spite of the fact that I am not a big fan of writing poetry in couplets. -Tyr
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Next Time Ask More Questions
Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.
No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain
desperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.
Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?
Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,
you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.
This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
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[Post 370]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-09-2015 09:01 AM
Next Time Ask More Questions
Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.
No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain
desperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.
Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?
Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,
you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.
This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
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My tribute to this gem by Nye....
Written moments ago and with the same spirit and message in mind..
Grains Of Sand, Pretending To Be Boulders
After winning, do try to be a real winner
your moment may make or break another.
Nobody lives in the glory their mind conjures
except those that that think in fantasy.
Starving people want more food to eat
not words and praise of your feats.
Think again, consider life is a mystery
the importance of you, lives only a moment.
Cross another bridge and look at the water
did the long, sad look down hurt?
If not you are sailing a slow, doomed ship
truly a barge filled with massive waste.
No mortal man is an island of salvation
yet any could be a saving god to others.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-09-2015
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[Post 371]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2015 09:15 AM
Unpacking a Globe
I gaze at the Pacific and don’t expect
to ever see the heads on Easter Island,
though I guess at sunlight rippling
the yellow grasses sloping to shore;
yesterday a doe ate grass in the orchard:
it lifted its ears and stopped eating
when it sensed us watching from
a glass hallway—in his sleep, a veteran
sweats, defusing a land mine.
On the globe, I mark the Battle of
the Coral Sea—no one frets at that now.
A poem can never be too dark,
I nod and, staring at the Kenai, hear
ice breaking up along an inlet;
yesterday a coyote trotted across
my headlights and turned his head
but didn’t break stride; that’s how
I want to live on this planet:
alive to a rabbit at a glass door—
and flower where there is no flower.
Arthur Sze, 1950
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Love this poem , especially this part--
"yesterday a coyote trotted across
my headlights and turned his head
but didn’t break stride; that’s how
I want to live on this planet:"
To me that represents living without letting fear rule your life. I fear no man but have and do fear forces unseen. Should I not? When such forces can harm those I love.. Those forces can not harm me because my life here all but spent and I value it not as highly as I once did..
Yet fear always finds a way. You see, my family--those I dearly love-- thats where fear gets me!
No man is an Island and no man can protect ALL that he holds dear...
This poem conveys a lot and is great for a number of reasons IMHO.
Not the least of which is it reminds us that we are always vulnerable to fear and its consequences.
For only way not to be is --not to care a damn whit about anything or anybody.. and who wants to be that miserable creature??? Certainly not I.. --Tyr
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[Post 372]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2015 06:52 PM
Decided to bite the bullet and do a major rewrite of my Acheron poem...
Now that I've done this I can go on to do the Second part..
The Tumid River of Acheron -(The Journey, Part One) , -Revised (04-10-2015)
Father of evil waters from which sprang
the river Styx of which man's curses rang
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul
where agonizing spirits scream and howl
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat
Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm
Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock
rushing blackened waters rising to shock
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison lethal no mortal man may drink
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon dark shores
Far below the Mariandyni coast
Acheron ferries victims to its host
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be
Many dark tales of Acheron's fame
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame
Moans rising as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell
Darkly, the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane
Echoes of Eperius in the West
shadow realm wherein evil never rests
Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men
Black abyss where Apollo never walks
lost souls ripped apart by screeching hawks
Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then
cursing future torments for all lost men
Seething waters that ever separate
those so damn lost to future tortured Fate
Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015
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10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
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Total # Lines: 48
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 321
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Note: This is part One. The journey into HAIDES
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus.
Part Two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)..
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do
something dark and move away from all my love, romance
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my
imagination...
Due to recent major duties in my family( caring for very sick mother and etc.)
I've had to put on indefinite hold writing the second part.
As part Two is a bit more ambitious in scope and depth.. -Tyr
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[Post 373]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-11-2015 03:02 PM
Walking Streets Paved With Nameless Stones
I walk a street paved with nameless stones
shadows of racing strangers I often meet
are empty suits covering faceless bones
Dark spirits that never dare to greet
my hello with anything but angry tones
Perhaps upon seeing my face filled with grief
they remember harm they too have caused
and lives they ended agonizingly brief
Yet once one of them slowed and paused
then danced a jolly jig to my great relief
Who can fathom the mysteries so deep
or lost souls wandering endless streets
with the many dark secrets they keep
Was not I racing on with soulless beats
seeking reprieve while too scared to weep
Robert J. Lindley 04-06-2015
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[Post 374]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2015 08:48 AM
Honey For The Rose Says A Wizened Sage
I fancy a moment of quietest delight
nothing great, just deep silent bliss
times like this, my mind takes flight
Day breaks with a softest little glow
crack of dawn I often so dearly miss
the lady that put on last night's show
Pausing next to reflect, life slaps me
why do you so often fail to see this
the kinder, softer man you should be
I reply, spare me the moral outrage
yes, I once stole many a sweet kiss
honey for the rose says a wizened sage
I fancy a moment of quietest delight
nothing great, just deep silent bliss
times like this, my mind takes flight
Robert J. Lindley. 04-12-2015
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[Post 375]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2015 10:40 AM
Consider The Moment You Wake This Coming Morn
Once visiting angel spoke this to me as I slept
deep knowledge comes when, where and how it may
Life, be it long or short is only another earthly step
love's light is brighter upon death of the day!
A child's innocence can be so much more profound
than that of any sage's wisdom bequeathed to man
For just as death is so fertile to awaiting ground
victory is not he that merely wishes but he who can!
Consider the moment you wake up this coming morn
did not those gifted words stir deep in your soul
Life races to end the moment you are first born
should not the next life rewards be your first goal!
Bright yellow sun crept up on me that coming dawn
out my window I saw the prettiest white speckled fawn!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-12-2015
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[Post 376]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2015 09:35 AM
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity
by Joel Barlow
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows
Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children mingled with the dead.
The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung,
When praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay,
In mournful silence on the willows hung;
And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day.
The barbarous tyrants, to increase the woe,
With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown,
Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise?
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,
Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise.
If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,
If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame;
My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease.
Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls,
O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay,
His arm avenge her desolated walls,
And raise her children to eternal day.
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To The Whore Who Took My Poems
by Charles Bukowski
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
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[Post 377]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2015 09:36 AM
Elegy: Walking the Line
by Edgar Bowers
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line,
The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum
Superb above the cabin, along the wall—
Stones gathered from the level field nearby
When first we cleared it. (Angry bumblebees
Stung the two mules. They kicked. Thirteen, I ran.)
And then the field: thread-leaf maple, deciduous
Magnolia, hybrid broom, and, further down,
In light shade, one Franklinia Alatamaha
In solstice bloom, all white, most graciously.
On the sunnier slope, the wild plums that my mother
Later would make preserves of, to give to friends
Or sell, in autumn, with the foxgrape, quince,
Elderberry, and muscadine. Around
The granite overhang, moist den of foxes;
Gradually up a long hill, high in pine,
Park-like, years of dry needles on the ground,
And dogwood, slopes the settlers terraced; pine
We cut at Christmas, berries, hollies, anise,
And cones for sale in Mister Haymore’s yard
In town, below the Courthouse Square. James Haymore,
One of the two good teachers at Boys’ High,
Ironic and demanding, chemistry;
Mary Lou Culver taught us English: essays,
Plot summaries, outlines, meters, kinds of clauses
(Noun, adjective, and adverb, five at a time),
Written each day and then revised, and she
Up half the night to read them once again
Through her pince-nez, under a single lamp.
Across the road, on a steeper hill, the settlers
Set a house, unpainted, the porch fallen in,
The road a red clay strip without a bridge,
A shallow stream that liked to overflow.
Oliver Brand’s mules pulled our station wagon
Out of the gluey mire, earth’s rust. Then, here
And there, back from the road, the specimen
Shrubs and small trees my father planted, some
Taller than we were, some in bloom, some berried,
And some we still brought water to. We always
Paused at the weed-filled hole beside the beech
That, one year, brought forth beech nuts by the thousands,
A hole still reminiscent of the man
Chewing tobacco in among his whiskers
My father happened on, who, discovered, told
Of dreaming he should dig there for the gold
And promised to give half of what he found.
During the wars with Germany and Japan,
Descendents of the settlers, of Oliver Brand
And of that man built Flying Fortresses
For Lockheed, in Atlanta; now they build
Brick mansions in the woods they left, with lawns
To paved and lighted streets, azaleas, camellias
Blooming among the pines and tulip trees—
Mercedes Benz and Cadillac Republicans.
There was another stream further along
Divided through a marsh, lined by the fence
We stretched to posts with Mister Garner’s help
The time he needed cash for his son’s bail
And offered all his place. A noble spring
Under the oak root cooled his milk and butter.
He called me “honey,” working with us there
(My father bought three acres as a gift),
His wife pale, hair a country orange, voice
Uncanny, like a ghost’s, through the open door
Behind her, chickens scratching on the floor.
Barred Rocks, our chickens; one, a rooster, splendid
Sliver and grey, red comb and long sharp spurs,
Once chased Aunt Jennie as far as the daphne bed
The two big king snakes were familiars of.
My father’s dog would challenge him sometimes
To laughter and applause. Once, in Stone Mountain,
Travelers, stopped for gas, drove off with Smokey;
Angrily, grievingly, leaving his work, my father
Traced the car and found them way far south,
Had them arrested and, bringing Smokey home,
Was proud as Sherlock Holmes, and happier.
Above the spring, my sister’s cats, black Amy,
Grey Junior, down to meet us. The rose trees,
Domestic, Asiatic, my father’s favorites.
The bridge, marauding dragonflies, the bullfrog,
Camellias cracked and blackened by the freeze,
Bay tree, mimosa, mountain laurel, apple,
Monkey pine twenty feet high, banana shrub,
The owls’ tall pine curved like a flattened S.
The pump house Mort and I built block by block,
Smooth concrete floor, roof pale aluminum
Half-covered by a clematis, the pump
Thirty feet down the mountain’s granite foot.
Mort was the hired man sent to us by Fortune,
Childlike enough to lead us. He brought home,
Although he could not even drive a tractor,
Cheated, a worthless car, which we returned.
When, at the trial to garnishee his wages,
Frank Guess, the judge, Grandmother’s longtime neighbor,
Whose children my mother taught in Cradle Roll,
Heard Mort’s examination, he broke in
As if in disbelief on the bank’s attorneys:
“Gentlemen, must we continue this charade?”
Finally, past the compost heap, the garden,
Tomatoes and sweet corn for succotash,
Okra for frying, Kentucky Wonders, limas,
Cucumbers, squashes, leeks heaped round with soil,
Lavender, dill, parsley, and rosemary,
Tithonia and zinnias between the rows;
The greenhouse by the rock wall, used for cuttings
In late spring, frames to grow them strong for planting
Through winter into summer. Early one morning
Mort called out, lying helpless by the bridge.
His ashes we let drift where the magnolia
We planted as a stem divides the path
The others lie, too young, at Silver Hill,
Except my mother. Ninety-five, she lives
Three thousand miles away, beside the bare
Pacific, in rooms that overlook the Mission,
The Riviera, and the silver range
La Cumbre east. Magnolia grandiflora
And one druidic live oak guard the view.
Proudly around the walls, she shows her paintings
Of twenty years ago: the great oak’s arm
Extended, Zeuslike, straight and strong, wisteria
Tangled among the branches, amaryllis
Around the base; her cat, UC, at ease
In marigolds; the weeping cherry, pink
And white arms like a blessing to the blue
Bird feeder Mort made; cabin, scarlet sweet gum
Superb when tribes migrated north and south.
Alert, still quick of speech, a little blind,
Active, ready for laughter, open to fear,
Pity, and wonder that such things may be,
Some Sundays, I think, she must walk the line,
Aunt Jennie, too, if she were still alive,
And Eleanor, whose story is untold,
Their presences like muses, prompting me
In my small study, all listening to the sea,
All of one mind, the true posterity.
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[Post 378]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2015 09:55 AM
Hard Work And Sweat Turned We Boys Into Men.
Every summer we picked berries on the hill,
sweating to gather enough for mom to make a pie.
Wading among the insects and the dreaded snakes
we worked because hunger was a daily deal.
As farm children we were taught to pitch in,
to do as told and help out as was needed.
Any chore was to be done quickly and done right
hard work and sweat turned we boys into men.
Hunting game animals was not just a sport,
it was a means to keep our family well fed.
Taught how to gather more for much less(ammo)
father the judge ruling over our hunting court.
Living on the thin edge was not a great pleasure.
Looking back, I see Dad and we were his treasure!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-13-2015
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[Post 379]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2015 08:05 PM
Was inspired today, so tossed out another one..--Tyr
Dancing In A Glen Far Away And Dark
I trekked into the big forest deep
far back into a darkened glen,
among the black trees standing tall;
a lone cluster of flowers grew,
like a small army of bright little men.
As pretty as the clouds far above
colorful petals blew in the sprightly wind,
a glow cast upon dark and lonely trees;
dancing in unison with leaves overhead
each sang a melody of Nature's love.
Old trees took on a far different hue
as afternoon rays the flowers reflect,
colors raced about in the scene;
even the birds watched with great awe
when each gust sent a wave overdue.
Many years later that scene reappeared
a movie that played when I was blue,
dancing in a glen far away and dark;
symphony of flowers decorating old trees
in my mind Mother Nature's art was seared.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-13-2015
Note-- Free verse in the form
my mind's eye finds pleasing.
Pay no attention to the unintended bit
of rhyme. lol
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[Post 380]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-14-2015 08:33 AM
Angel With A Red Rose Blowing In Her Hair
Memories of her glowing in the moonlight,
angel with a red rose blowing in her hair.
First saw her beauty on a hot August night
heaven sang out with her standing there!
Our lonely eyes met, music began to play
praying, praying for another sweet sign.
This beautiful angel would love me today
a treasure sent down to earth to be mine!
She walked over and gave me her soft hand,
she asked , would you like to dance?
Love was singing out ,isn't love grand
it hit me, fate crying this is your chance!
She hugged me close, stars were blasting
my mind cried out, do not mess this up.
Knew heaven answered me when she was asking
sweetest wine had just flowed into my cup!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 381]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2015 08:33 AM
Archimedes
by Friedrich von Schiller
To Archimedes once a scholar came,
"Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;--
The godlike art which gives such boons to toil,
And showers such fruit upon thy native soil;--
The godlike art that girt the town when all
Rome's vengeance burst in thunder on the wall!"
"Thou call'st art godlike--it is so, in truth,
And was," replied the master to the youth,
"Ere yet its secrets were applied to use--
Ere yet it served beleaguered Syracuse:--
Ask'st thou from art, but what the art is worth?
The fruit?--for fruit go cultivate the earth.--
He who the goddess would aspire unto,
Must not the goddess as the woman woo!"
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I Have A Rendezvous With Death
by Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
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Love and Sleep
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-colored without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight,
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
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Three poems that influenced me a lot as a younger man. You may notice that love and death are both presented as themes.
Yet so is LIFE!!!
Death, the finality
Love , the greatest pleasure
Life, the journey
Having had the other two, only the finality awaits.... --Tyr
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[Post 382]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2015 08:49 AM
Consider, What Is It All Worth
Consider, what is it all worth,
pale treasures on earth.
Neither silver , jewels or gold,
will give time to grow old.
Yet there is it, the true love,
gifted from so far above.
Greed demands solid treasure,
that we so foolishly measure.
Imagine wealth of eternal life,
love, gentleness and no strife.
Palaces built in faith's fires,
happiness that never retires.
Consider, the vanity of man,
rebellion just because we can.
Death was the only bitter fruit,
of that dark and evil root.
Consider, what is it all worth,
pale treasures on earth.
Neither silver , jewels or gold,
will give time to grow old.
Robert J. Lindley , 04-15-2015
NOTE- Inspired by the poems-- Archimedes by Schiller...... Seeger's --Death Rendezvous, and Swinburne's-- Love and Sleep.
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[Post 383]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2015 07:44 PM
Dawning Of Light Relieves My Shaken Heart
In my mind's eye, night dreams span the sky
Descending down, creatures in divine rhapsody
Far too magnificent to ever foolishly deny
the glory of their angelic song and melody
My senses surge in this spiritual trance
scenes of future score race into my head
All far too real to be by mere chance
spiritual world wraps around my old bed
Always a vain act for me to flee to wake
as foreboding events show my future life
Divine knowledge, true yet so hard to take
scenes of future death of my darling wife
Dawning of light relieves my shaken heart
sun's rays bring in a most welcomed relief
Each night a prayer for this to not start
blindness of future acts my soul's release
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 384]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-16-2015 09:14 AM
Have not had the time or means to research this Lindley but my oldest brother did research.
He phoned me and stated that yes, this Lindley is in our blood line on the English side.
Here is a few of his poems.
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SCARECROW CRIMES
by John Lindley
In Hayfield I imagine
not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits
but a Spitfire’s sunk fuselage
has smoked out its entirety unseen
from one century to the next.
At Edale Cross, Birch Vale or Kinder,
in rock, field or peat bog
more than machinery beds down and is lost,
it’s true
but here in this field
with all of the exposed corn,
yellow as scattered light
bubble-packing the soil,
the vanishings are less numerous
but no less strange -
a child here, a dog there,
a stoat whose teeth weren’t defence enough
have become a cache of quiet forgettings,
plucked without fuss
and gone without trace
and a frayed crucifix -
tweed coat, stoved in chest
and stitched neck ruff -
has shrugged his coat hanger shoulders
and pogo’d west from the rising sun.
In the first tatters of light
blameless crows rattle in the wind.
John Lindley
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CROW AND AUDEN
by John Lindley
A misprint in a newspaper reported: ‘Auden stepped from the train and was greeted by a small but enthusiastic crow.’
‘Hmm,’ Auden thought when first he saw
the bird, as train came to a stop,
‘I’ll make this image mine before
some Yorkshire upstart snaps it up.’
He drew a notebook from his mac’,
unclipped a biro from his tweed,
stared at the crow, the crow stared back
then recognising him indeed
began to stun the platform crowd,
began to flap, began to sing,
and the poet wrote about its loud
and flattering beak, applauding wings.
Reporters, fans all stood amazed.
It seemed as if all clocks had stopped.
Only Auden stood unfazed.
Only his chin hadn’t dropped.
He pulled a Woodbine from its pack,
pulled out a match and struck a light,
stared at the crow, the crow stared back.
The night mail train pulled into sight.
John Lindley
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GRANDAD AND A PRAMLOAD OF CLOCKS
by John Lindley
Wheeling them in,
the yard gate at half-mast
with its ticking hinge,
the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs,
the privy door ajar,
the path gloved with moss
ploughed by metal
through a scalped tyre -
in the shadows of the hood,
in the ripped silk
of the rocking, buckled pram,
none of the dead clocks moving.
And carrying them in
to a kitchen table,
a near-lifetime’s Woodies
coating each cough,
he will tickle them awake;
will hold like primitive headphones
the tinkling shells to each ear,
select and apply unfailingly
the right tool to the right cog
and with movements
as unpredictable as the pram’s
will wind and counter-wind
the scrap to metronomic life.
And at the pub,
at the Grey Horse or Houldsworth,
furtive as unpaid tax,
Rolex and Timex
and brands beneath naming
will change hands for the price of a bevy,
a fish supper
or a down payment
on early retirement
on a horse called Clockwork
running in the three-thirty at Aintree.
John Lindley
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Very obvious that our writing styles do not match but the urge to write seems to match.
Click this link for a picture of John and a short bio..
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/john_lindley
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[Post 385]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2015 09:24 AM
Rudyard Kipling, (1865-1936) was born in Bombay, India, where his father, John Lockwood Kipling, was an arts and crafts teacher at the Jeejeebhoy School of Art. His mother, the former Alice Macdonald, was a sister-in-law of the painter Edward Burne-Jones. India was at that time ruled by the British. Ruddy, as Kipling was affectionally called, was brought up by an ayah, who taught him Hidustani as his first language.
Kipling's writings at the age of thirteen were influenced by the pre-Raphaelites - and he also had family connections to them: two of his mother's sisters were married into the pre-Raphaelite community. At the age of six he was taken to England by his parents and left for five years at a foster home at Southsea. Kipling, who was not accustomed to traditional English beatings, expressed later his feeling of the treatment in the short story 'Baa Baa, Black Sheep', in the novel THE LIGHT THAT FAILED (1890), and in his autobiography (1937).
In 1878 Kipling entered United Services College, a boarding school in North Devon. It was an expensive institution that specialized in training for entry into military academies. His poor eyesight and mediocre results as a student ended hopes about military career. However, these years Kipling recalled in lighter tone in one of his most popular books, STALKY & CO (1899). Kipling's bookishness separated him from the other students; he had to wear glasses and was nicknamed "Gigger", for gig (carriage) for lamps. However, Kipling wrote about the non-conformist Headmaster, Cormell Price: "Many of us loved the Head for what he had done for us, but I owed him more than all of them put together and I think I loved him even more than they did."
Kipling returned to India in 1882, where he worked as a journalist in Lahore for Civil and Military Gazette (1882-87) and an assistant editor and overseas correspondent in Allahabad for Pioneer (1887-89). The stories written during his last two years in India were collected in THE PHANTOM RICKSHAW. It that included the famous story 'The Man Who Would Be a King.' In the story a white trader, Daniel Dravot sets himself up as a god and king in Kafristan, but a woman discovers that he is a human and betrays him. His companion, Peachey Carnehan, manages to escape to tell the tale, but Dravot is killed.
Kilping's short stories and verses gained success in the late 1880s in England, to which he returned in 1889, and was hailed as a literary heir to Charles Dickens. When he toured Japan he criticized the Japanese middle-class for its eagerness to adopt western fashions and values. "... I was a barbarian, and no true Sahib," he wrote. Between the years 1889 and 1892, Kipling lived in London and published LIFE'S HANDICAP (1891), a collection of Indian stories that included 'The Man Who Was,' and BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS, a collection of poems that included 'Gunga Din,' a praise of a Hindu water carrier for a British Indian regiment. Wellington had viewed the private soldier as "the very scum of the earth", but Kipling portrayed him as the embodiment of British virtue
In 1892 Kipling married Caroline Starr Balestier, the sister of an American publisher and writer, with whom he collaborated a novel, THE NAULAHKA (1892). The young couple moved to the United States. Kipling was dissatisfied with the life in Vermont, and after the death of his daughter, Josephine, Kipling took his family back to England and settled in Burwash, Sussex. According to the author's sister, Kipling became a "harder man" - but also his political beliefs started to stiffen. Kipling's marriage was not in all respects happy. The author was dominated by his wife who had troubles to accept all aspects of her husband's character. During these restless years Kipling produced MANY INVENTIONS (1893), JUNGLE BOOK (1894), a collection of animal stories for children, THE SECOND JUNGLE BOOK (1895), and THE SEVEN SEAS (1896).
Widely regarded as unofficial poet laureate, Kipling refused this and many honors, among them the Order of Merit. During the Boer War in 1899 Kipling spent several months in South Africa. In 1902 he moved to Sussex, also spending time in South Africa, where he was given a house by Cecil Rhodes, the influential British colonial statesman. In 1901 appeared KIM, widely considered Kipling's best novel. The story, set in India, depicted adventures of an orphaned son of a sergeant in an Irish regiment. His own children appeared in the stories as Dan and Una - the death of "Dan" (John) in the WW I darkened author's later life. John Kipling was a brave young officer, unspoilt by his father's fame.
Soon after Kipling had received the Nobel Prize, his output of fiction and poems began to decline. In 1923 Kipling published THE IRISH GUARDS IN THE GREAT WAR, a history of his son's regiment. Between the years 1922 and 1925 he was a rector at the University of St. Andrews. Kipling died on January 18, 1936 in London, and was buried in Poet's Corner at Westminster Abbey. Kipling's autobiography, SOMETHING OF MYSELF, appeared posthumously in 1937. Kipling did his best to obtain and destroy letters he had sent - to protect his private life. His widow continued the practice but a number of his letters survived and have been published. In 1884 he wrote to Edith Macdonald about his visit to an Afghan Khan, Kizil Bas, who had to stay in Lahore as a prisoner - the Afghan Sirdars had fought against the British. The Khan asks Kipling to write to his "Khubber-Ke-Kargus" (newspaper) and help him to gain again his freedom. He throws a bundle of money to Kipling who refuses to take them. Then the Khan offers a Cashmiri girl, and Kipling loses his temper. Finally he promises three beautiful horse. Kipling resists the temptation, they smoke, drink coffee, and Kipling rides of the city. "I haven't told anyone here of the bribery business because, if I did, some unscrupulous beggar might tell the Khan that he would help him and so lay hold of the money, the lady or, worse still, the horses. Besides I may able to help the old boy respectably and without any considerations."
Kipling's glorification of the "Empire and extension" gained its peak in the poem 'The White Man's Burden' (1899): "Take up the White Man's burden - / Send forth the best ye breed - / Go bind your sons to exile / To serve your captives' need; / To wait in heavy harness / On fluttered folk and wild - / Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half devil and half child." George Orwell, who also spent his early childhood in India, rejected in an essay in New English Weekly (1936) Kipling's view of the world, which he associated with the ignorant and sentimental side of imperialism, but admired the author as a storyteller. However, readers loved Kipling's romantic tales about the adventures of Englishmen in strange and distant parts of the world. Characteristic for Kipling is sympathy for the world of children, satirical attitude toward pompous patriotism, and belief in the blessings and superiority of the British rule, without questioning its basic nature.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/rudyard_kipling/biography
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A Ballad of Burial
by Rudyard Kipling
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace")
If down here I chance to die,
Solemnly I beg you take
All that is left of "I"
To the Hills for old sake's sake,
Pack me very thoroughly
In the ice that used to slake
Pegs I drank when I was dry --
This observe for old sake's sake.
To the railway station hie,
There a single ticket take
For Umballa -- goods-train -- I
Shall not mind delay or shake.
I shall rest contentedly
Spite of clamor coolies make;
Thus in state and dignity
Send me up for old sake's sake.
Next the sleepy Babu wake,
Book a Kalka van "for four."
Few, I think, will care to make
Journeys with me any more
As they used to do of yore.
I shall need a "special" break --
Thing I never took before --
Get me one for old sake's sake.
After that -- arrangements make.
No hotel will take me in,
And a bullock's back would break
'Neath the teak and leaden skin
Tonga ropes are frail and thin,
Or, did I a back-seat take,
In a tonga I might spin, --
Do your best for old sake's sake.
After that -- your work is done.
Recollect a Padre must
Mourn the dear departed one --
Throw the ashes and the dust.
Don't go down at once. I trust
You will find excuse to "snake
Three days' casual on the bust."
Get your fun for old sake's sake.
I could never stand the Plains.
Think of blazing June and May
Think of those September rains
Yearly till the Judgment Day!
I should never rest in peace,
I should sweat and lie awake.
Rail me then, on my decease,
To the Hills for old sake's sake
To me Kipling was a genius , a magnificent write and a great Poet.
The fact that the hobknobs and elitists frown upon his poetry just represents the arrogance and bias of such people that pompously look down upon we peons and think themselves demigods.
I was taught to judge a man on his character and deeds not on his wealth, fame or cultural standing in the community.
Wanted to present this as a tribute to Kipling before I write my morning poem, which I'l post when finished in a few minutes. -Tyr
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[Post 386]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2015 09:45 AM
As promised, hot off the keyboard this morn.. :laugh:
Ode To A Former Wild Life
Drank too hard, rode my horses too fast
didn't give a damn if my body did not last
Midnight was a bell for me to pour it on
get wasted until my head felt like a stone
Pretty gals, O' how they spun my wheels
woo'ed them as I pleased, made no deals
Passionate nights spent dancing in the bed
plenty of time for sleep after I am dead
Life was just a big box to rip'er open
bigger thrills , prettier gals I was hoping
Once a spirited mustang, wild as all hell
wildest things I did I dare not to tell
Memories good or bad often can not decide
yet one thing is sure, had a helluva ride
Memories good or bad , often know not which
yet having none at all would be a real bitch!
Robert J. Lindley , 04-18- 2015
Note--Man I once was, I no longer be
I changed as soon as I could see
Life is more than cheap pleasure
It is love of family, God and
knowing that is the true treasure!
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[Post 387]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2015 01:53 PM
Today is my day to visit the works of Kipling. I have a policy of reading some of his works every couple months. A big task as he wrote over 300 works in Poetry and Prose , plus his short stories(that number unknown to me).
Here is three that I found today and thought great.... bear in mind Kipling was British and lived accordingly with great respect for his culture and time..-Tyr
The Veterans
by Rudyard Kipling
To-day, across our fathers' graves,
The astonished years reveal
The remnant of that desperate host
Which cleansed our East with steel.
Hail and farewell! We greet you here,
With tears that none will scorn--
O Keepers of the House of old,
Or ever we were born!
One service more we dare to ask--
Pray for us, heroes, pray,
That when Fate lays on us our task
We do not shame the Day!
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The Virginity
by Rudyard Kipling
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
From his first love, no matter who she be.
Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
That didn't settle somewhere near the sea?
Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse
To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea;
But I can understand my neighbour's views
From certain things which have occured to me.
Men must keep touch with things they used to use
To earn their living, even when they are free;
And so come back upon the least excuse --
Same as the sailor settled near the sea.
He knows he's never going on no cruise --
He knows he's done and finished with the sea;
And yet he likes to feel she's there to use --
If he should ask her -- as she used to be.
Even though she cost him all he had to lose,
Even though she made him sick to hear or see,
Still, what she left of him will mostly choose
Her skirts to sit by. How comes such to be?
Parsons in pulpits, tax-payers in pews,
Kings on your thrones, you know as well as me,
We've only one virginity to lose,
And where we lost it there our hearts will be!
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Things and the Man
by Rudyard Kipling
Oh ye who hold the written clue
To all save all unwritten things,
And, half a league behind, pursue
The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings,
Look! To your knee your baby brings
The oldest tale since Earth began --
The answer to your worryings:
"Once on a time there was a Man."
He, single-handed, met and slew
Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings.
He lonely 'mid his doubting crew --
"In all the loneliness of wings " --
He fed the flame, he filled the springs,
He locked the ranks, he launched the van
Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things.
"Once on a time there was a Man."
The peace of shocked Foundations flew
Before his ribald questionings.
He broke the Oracles in two,
And bared the paltry wires and strings.
He headed desert wanderings;
He led his soul, his cause, his clan
A little from the ruck of Things.
"Once on a time there was a Man."
Thrones, Powers, Dominions block the view
With episodes and underlings --
The meek historian deems them true
Nor heeds the song that Clio sings --
The simple central truth that stings
The mob to boo, the priest to ban;
Things never yet created things --
"Once on a time there was a Man."
A bolt is fallen from the blue.
A wakened realm full circle swings
Where Dothan's dreamer dreams anew
Of vast and farborne harvestings;
And unto him an Empire clings
That grips the purpose of his plan.
My Lords, how think you of these things?
Once -- in our time -- is there a Man?
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[Post 388]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2015 08:53 PM
Wrote this today.
Was inspired by reading a poem on the death of his friend written by a very good poet friend of mine.
Thought about my passing and decided that cremation is the way I want to go... I hope you may
enjoy it.... -Tyr
Among The Trees Lay My Ashes All About
Among the trees lay my ashes all about
once I was free, so let my spirit shout
All life works out in its own sweet time
even its mysteries are puzzles sublime
Say nice words as my ashes hit the breeze
careful not to inhale or me you'll sneeze
As my remains meet the fertile ground
There I be in spirit looking all around
Wind and rain Nature's elements play
part of me will sprout some Spring day
Yes, ashes to ashes , dust to dust
I lived a good life, that you can trust
As pretty flowers grow under the trees
I'll be in another realm sailing calm seas
Or aboard a starship galaxies far away
Anything is possible or so people say
Among the trees lay my ashes all about
once I was free, so let my spirit shout
All life works out in its own sweet time
even its mysteries are puzzles sublime
Robert J. Lindley, 04-18-2015
Note --I've been busy today. My muse forced me
to write five poems.
I favor this one and the last one of the five.
Flipped a coin to decide which to post first,
this one won...
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edit, update---- just found this result from a contest at my poetry site. Entered a sonnet in that one and to place this high is indeed a very great feat as sonnets do not allow for much revision, lengthening and no shortening as they must be 14 lines. -Tyr
Contest Winner Medal 3 "Revised"- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes - Robert Lindley
"Revised"- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes 3 The Makeover 4/7/2015 12:00:00 AM Yes 4/12/2015 12:00:00
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[Post 389]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 04-18-2015 09:10 PM
Wrote this today.
Was inspired by reading a poem on the death of his friend written by a very good poet friend of mine.
Thought about my passing and decided that cremation is the way I want to go... I hope you may
enjoy it.... -Tyr
Among The Trees Lay My Ashes All About
Among the trees lay my ashes all about
once I was free, so let my spirit shout
All life works out in its own sweet time
even its mysteries are puzzles sublime
Say nice words as my ashes hit the breeze
careful not to inhale or me you'll sneeze
As my remains meet the fertile ground
There I be in spirit looking all around
Wind and rain Nature's elements play
part of me will sprout some Spring day
Yes, ashes to ashes , dust to dust
I lived a good life, that you can trust
As pretty flowers grow under the trees
I'll be in another realm sailing calm seas
Or aboard a starship galaxies far away
Anything is possible or so people say
Among the trees lay my ashes all about
once I was free, so let my spirit shout
All life works out in its own sweet time
even its mysteries are puzzles sublime
Robert J. Lindley, 04-18-2015
Note --I've been busy today. My muse forced me
to write five poems.
I favor this one and the last one of the five.
Flipped a coin to decide which to post first,
this one won...
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edit, update---- just found this result from a contest at my poetry site. Entered a sonnet in that one and to place this high is indeed a very great feat as sonnets do not allow for much revision, lengthening and no shortening as they must be 14 lines. -Tyr
Contest Winner Medal 3 "Revised"- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes - Robert Lindley
"Revised"- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes 3 The Makeover 4/7/2015 12:00:00 AM Yes 4/12/2015 12:00:00
`I like to catch those special little bits and pieces....Nice!`
"As pretty flowers grow under the trees
I'll be in another realm sailing calm seas
Or aboard a starship galaxies far away
Anything is possible or so people say..."
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[Post 390]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-19-2015 09:53 AM
Found a contest that interested me this morn. Wrote this one to enter..--Tyr
My Lucky Dog Surely Has No Fleas
My lucky dog surely has no fleas
they all jumped from him onto me
His luck could be quite fetching
were I not furiously scratching
When he sneezes the cold I get
my lucky dog could win any bet
Good night sleep he is a winner
Gas wakes me, damn chili dinner
Chasing the ladies he is tops
my pick-up lines are all flops
Lucky dog always gets his gal
I waste time drinking with a pal
He has fun chasing the fast cars
if I did that I would have scars
Yes sir, my lucky dog has it made
while I get to write this tirade
Robert J. Lindley, 04-19-2015
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Sponsor Thomas Martin
Contest Name Humorous Poetry
Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline 5/18/2015 12:00:00 AM
Note From Sponsor No updates yet...
Contest Description
What to Submit?
1 original, poem on the theme of .humor.............
Any form is acceptable, but no more than 20 lines.
May rhyme or not rhyme. I am not much of a stickler for onprecise forms
or meter as long as the theme of the poem is not affected.
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Note-- I had no intent to get big belly laughs with this bit of humor.
I did write this about a dog I once had and very dearly loved....
If you have ever lost a beloved pet you know what I mean... -Tyr
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[Post 391]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-19-2015 11:18 AM
Hollow Thrones
Hollow Thrones
Death and destruction reigning in filth over dry bones
kings ruling over weaker souls with little hope,
drowned deep, cast overboard loaded with misery stones
unmercifully hung with no justice and short rope
So proudly the kings rule over subjects so very poor
no concept of the natural rights of mortal man,
having power , treasure and selfish desires by the score
completely unconcerned with life's ever so brief span
Shallow pleasures lusted without thought of coming reward
stolen time and freedoms from more deserving souls,
unmindful of the many stolen lives so desperately scarred
judgment awaiting in deeply unforgiving , darkened holes
Reigns of tyranny reaped as bushels of rotten fruits
while spirit raping of better women, children, and men,
falsely rewarded homage paid from wickedly evil roots
soon to be given eternity in their evil Master's den
Robert L. 05-25-2014
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Read more of obama's nation destroying agenda this morn ,
immediately remembered this poem from a year ago!
Strange how easily my mind made that connection, huh?
We see exactly that today as were are now being ruled as
enslaved subjects instead of free citizens..
Not only sad but a very dangerous situation IMHO..
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[Post 392]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-19-2015 04:06 PM
Warning, do not try this at home folks...
Drop your shield and lay open your bare chest for any stab...
A poet friend bet me that I would not write a true account of my philosophy, my wild young life and many mistakes.
Here it is in narrative form , the first of two parts.. --Tyr
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Blinded, by the Light(Part One)
If you can truly find yourself you can be truly happy
if not, well the world will eat you and beat you until you cry no more...
I see most people crying. Me, I ran out of tears and found myself the hard way.
I survived long enough to hear the Nightbird sing, a drunk rooster crow and
the coyote catch that damn roadrunner-in my dreams..
After that a light blinded me and within that blindness came a realization,
that three things are important , God, love and family.
All the rest is window dressing and leftover refried beans with no damn chili's... I hate that!
Every morn that rising sun tells me , get up and be worthy of the air you breathe,
Stand as tall as you can and never look down on a man unless extending a helping hand to him.
To do less is not only lazy but selfish and rude. Find a gift to give somebody, anybody at
least every week if not every day. Does not have to be great , could be as easy as giving kind words
when they are needed.
This all was told to me as a 10 year old by my grandfather. Some of it I picked up on my own after
living a damn wild young life! With too many shallow relationships, broken hearts(including mine often)
and more than a few real scars, all of which I came by honestly.
Now looking at the sunset I see rainbows just beyond the horizon. Each one has a pot of gold..
Methinks I will give that gold away and plant flowers in the pots to give to my wife.
And that folks is the wisdom sent in each ray of that blinding light I was blessed to have found!
Robert. J. Lindley , 04-19-2015
p.s.
Stay tuned in folks. I plan on another shameful confession coming soon..
Starting with my first bout of stealing a kiss from a pretty gal that I loved..
"Ain't life great"?
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[Post 393]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-20-2015 06:11 AM
Hiding Place
by Major Henry Livingston, Jr.
Hail sov'reign love that first began,
The scheme to rescue fallen man;
Hail matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a Hiding-Place.
Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the mentions of his grace,
Too proud to seek a Hiding-Place.
Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a Hiding-Place.
But thus the eternal counsel ran,
Almighty Love arrest that man;
I felt the arrows of distress,
And saw that I'd no Hiding-Place.
Indignant Justice stood in view,
To Sina's fiery mount I flew;
But Justice cry'd with frowning face,
This mountain is no Hiding-Place.
Ere long a Heav'nly voice I heard,
And Mercy's angel form appear'd,
She led me on with placid pace,
To Jesus as my Hiding-Place.
Should storms of sevenfold thunder roll,
And shake the globe from pole to pole,
No flaming bolt should daunt my face,
For Jesus is my Hiding-Place.
On him almighty vengeance fell,
That must have sunk the world to hell:
He bore it for the chosen race,
And thus became their Hiding-Place.
A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land us on fair Canaan's coast,
Where we shall sing the song of grace,
And see our glorious Hiding-Place.
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Even should one not want to factor in the religious
aspect of this poem, the fact a person needs to hide from all to
rethink life --from time to time-- is there.
Problem is we often fail to leave that secure place and thus
fall in with the corrupt world thinking that we are ok..
When truth is, we are as far from being ok as one can get..
I know, I found myself there once..
I am up before sunrise today. Gonna watch the big ball of fire break the day and thank God that I have my life and my family.. -Tyr
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[Post 394]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2015 07:57 AM
Sonnet: At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
by William Lisle Bowles
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet,
Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat,
Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood;
And whilst the lifted murmur met his ear,
And o'er the distant billows the still eve
Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave
Tomorrow; of the friends he loved most dear;
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part;
But if, like me, he knew how fruitless all
The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide,
The world his country, and his God his guide.
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"Of social scenes, from which he wept to part;
But if, like me, he knew how fruitless all
The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart, "
^^^^^^ Could not agree with more!!
Here the poet points to a higher calling than selfish desires, and considerations of popularity and social advancement..... --Tyr
Soundly advances the advancement of the nation and that of its prosperity with the closing verses...
"And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide,
The world his country, and his God his guide."
^^^^^ The reality of certain deeds trumps the vanity of man..--Tyr
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[Post 395]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2015 08:48 AM
I Have Been Living It Up Ever Since
Race on, and find the life you lust for!
Me you leave broken up and in shock.
Living in my sad dreams and closed door,
As our memory you so heartlessly mock!
If your dreams crash you into despair!
Look not for my faithful sympathy then,
I will have gone on and not be there.
Pray you to other less faithful men!
I saw that sunset you once promised me!
It came as my last teardrop had fallen.
Your betrayal forced me to finally see,
The truth that had been there callin'!
Race on, to all that you selfishly seek!
A fairytale life with a golden prince.
Broken up, fallen from the highest peak,
I have been living it up ever since!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-21-2015
Note: Written for a contest, just finished with no review, further reflections and/or revisions.
Will come back in a few days to give a fresh look and decide if any need changes are called for.
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[Post 396]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2015 04:47 PM
I had to bang out another poem today to enter into a contest a friend requested that I enter.
My poet friend asked that this one not be a sonnet! :laugh:
So I blasted this one out today, will likely enter it after due time to proof it...
Looks good to go now... but we'll see by tomorrow.. --Tyr
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Old Campfire Memories Still Endure
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my old faithful dog in tow
Fair weather is the prayer always prayed
when granted comforts this old brain
Fire soothes when bad weather is delayed
we campers dearly hate the pouring rain
Rain and wind kill all peace of mind
soft, easy night with fire to thrill
Talk, laughter and joy we always find
fire comforts when the night is still
Overhead sparkles a smooth clear sky
glittering stars dance with our flames
We accept the beauty asking not the why
talk of old friends, honoring their names
Tales of the whale sized fish we caught
hunts where we bagged so much wild game
Such memories can never ever be bought
if they could would never be the same
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my old faithful dog in tow
Robert J. Lindley , 04-21-2015
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[Post 397]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2015 08:42 AM
Warning, do not try this at home folks...
Drop your shield and lay open your bare chest for any stab...
A poet friend bet me that I would not write a true account of my philosophy, my wild young life and many mistakes.
Here it is in narrative form , the first of two parts.. --Tyr
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Blinded, by the Light(Part One)
If you can truly find yourself you can be truly happy
if not, well the world will eat you and beat you until you cry no more...
I see most people crying. Me, I ran out of tears and found myself the hard way.
I survived long enough to hear the Nightbird sing, a drunk rooster crow and
the coyote catch that damn roadrunner-in my dreams..
After that a light blinded me and within that blindness came a realization,
that three things are important , God, love and family.
All the rest is window dressing and leftover refried beans with no damn chili's... I hate that!
Every morn that rising sun tells me , get up and be worthy of the air you breathe,
Stand as tall as you can and never look down on a man unless extending a helping hand to him.
To do less is not only lazy but selfish and rude. Find a gift to give somebody, anybody at
least every week if not every day. Does not have to be great , could be as easy as giving kind words
when they are needed.
This all was told to me as a 10 year old by my grandfather. Some of it I picked up on my own after
living a damn wild young life! With too many shallow relationships, broken hearts(including mine often)
and more than a few real scars, all of which I came by honestly.
Now looking at the sunset I see rainbows just beyond the horizon. Each one has a pot of gold..
Methinks I will give that gold away and plant flowers in the pots to give to my wife.
And that folks is the wisdom sent in each ray of that blinding light I was blessed to have found!
Robert. J. Lindley , 04-19-2015
p.s.
Stay tuned in folks. I plan on another shameful confession coming soon..
Starting with my first bout of stealing a kiss from a pretty gal that I loved..
"Ain't life great"?
She had just turned 17 and I had loved her since she was fifteen!
She had long, long dark brown hair, prettier than newborn pups and a smile that melted my heart!
Softest voice in the world and a genuine love for caring for others!
I was a year younger and very shy but we had over that two year time talked often .
I could tell she liked me but I was too afraid to mess it up by going to far too fast.
And there it is folks, the 'ole fear that holds so many back--fear of rejection and/or of messing up
a good thing. When one thinks the treasure is or could be theirs one day they are careful not
to blow things. And often being too damn careful is the culprit that blows it all to hell.
As things progressed(ever so slowly) I noticed this gorgeous girl had no boyfriend and had turned down
cold those that had boldly asked her out ! That had to be a sign , she had somebody else on her mind!
To play it safe I began a long range plan . To get the curious cat I told her I had two big secrets I could
never tell anyone in the world! I brought this up every time we talked and finally she started asking me to tell her!
That was exactly what I wanted yet I played it out a few weeks more. Until finally I knew she was bursting to find out.
My Pandora plan had worked like a charm.She was in a tizzy to find out those secrets!
Then the time came.. We were alone in her backyard, no soul about other than we two. I mentioned my secrets again. She
begged me to please confide in her.
Thats when I did it , tripped the trigger so to speak. I boldly declared it will cost you for me to tell.
Without missing a beat she asked , cost me what?
Eureka! I knew the bait had been taken ! I then very shyly said it is embarrassing for me to say what. She persisted .
I then said , ok, will cost you a kiss! She was surprised but took it in stride. She then said ok, if thats all I'll do it!
But only if you tell me the big secrets. I agreed to that and suddenly she planted a big one right on my lips,
putting a lot into it as she hugged me !
Like finding a pot of gold, I was suddenly a billionaire in love..
Then it came-- what are those secrets?
I smiled and said this, first one is -"I have been desperately wanting to kiss you for two long years"!
She laughed and then asked, and the second secret is?
I came back with this, "and I was wondering if it would as great as I imagined it would be"!
Well, was it she shot back? I could only nod like a red-face young fool.
She was floored methinks. She blushed and then came the sweetest gift of all. She grabbed me and kissed me long and hard!
She then laughed and said, " I have been waiting for you to make the first move for a long, long time. What took you so long"?
Thats when it hit me, fear of losing, fear of rejection sho' makes a lot of people lose out on a lot of time! Time that could have
been put to much better use!
Later that day I apologized for my tricking her into the kissing deal.
She then shocked me by her reply.
"I was sure it was something about you and me, most likely that you wanted for us to be a couple, go steady or yes even kiss.
I played along(--get this folks--) because I did not dare act too fast with you because I did not want to lose a good thing"!
Thats when I found out, when it comes to love , the gals are light-years ahead of we guys yet even they succumb to fear!
Fear can be a good thing but far too often it holds us back. Facing that fear and conquering it should be a well practiced policy
in life. Lucky for me that I later put that all to good use. As I had a great longing to date "almost" every beautiful and sexy gal I met ..
But that story is for another day.
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[Post 398]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2015 02:54 PM
I just found this result at my Poetry forum. Not too shabby out of 35+ entries...
Even more so since I very rarely ever write any form of humorous poetry.............--Tyr
Humorous Poetry
Contest Judged: 4/21/2015 12:00:00 AM Information About the Contest
Sponsored by: Thomas Martin
Place Poem Title Poet
Contest Winner Medal 1 The Tooth Fairy's Confession craig cornish
Contest Winner Medal 1 Sunday not Gumday Seren Roberts
Contest Winner Medal 2 My Lucky Dog Surely Has No Fleas Robert Lindley
Contest Winner Medal 2 Mary, Mary Eve Roper
Contest Winner Medal 3 Abundance Debbie Guzzi
Contest Winner Medal 3 SALE CRAZY nette onclaud
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My Lucky Dog Surely Has No Fleas
My lucky dog surely has no fleas
they all jumped from him onto me
His luck could be quite fetching
were I not so furiously scratching
When he sneezes the cold I get
my lucky dog could win any bet
Good night sleep he is a winner
Gas wakes me, damn chili dinner
Chasing the ladies he is tops
my pick-up lines are all flops
Lucky dog always gets his gal
I waste time drinking with a pal
He has fun chasing the fast cars
if I did that I would have scars
Yes sir, my lucky dog has it made
while I get to write this tirade
Robert J. Lindley, 04-19-2015
Sponsor Thomas Martin
Contest Name Humorous Poetry
Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline 5/18/2015 12:00:00 AM
Note From Sponsor No updates yet...
Contest Description
What to Submit?
1 original, poem on the theme of .humor.............
Any form is acceptable, but no more than 20 lines.
May rhyme or not rhyme. I am not much of a stickler for onprecise forms
or meter as long as the theme of the poem is not affected.
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[Post 399]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-23-2015 09:00 AM
Just blasted this one out this morn. A new contest sponsor offered a contest on anything romantic , must rhyme , must be new and be 40 verses or less.
I thought, hmmmm, lets see if I can blast one this morn.. I came up with this. The play is between moon, moon goddess and a real woman. As everybody knows the moon equals Love..
You may notice that I did not go all sappy on this. And thats because there will be at least 30/40 of that kind in the contest. I tried to hit a higher mark , plus I am not really into that unless I am writing a real love poem to my wife.-Tyr
The Moon Goddess
There you are, among the bold stars shining,
this bouquet of love for you I am holding.
That is me reaching up to touch your face,
this sweet moment my love-heart does so race.
I see your sexy, tan legs streaming on down,
the gold in your hair and the purple gown.
Beautiful vision, a feast for any lonely man,
chasing your heart, will win it if I can.
As you arrive upon earth to dance tonight,
I will adore you and treat you to any delight.
Your beautiful grace is such a heavenly sight,
our love grows everything becomes just right.
I love the shine of your long golden hair,
excuse me darling, I can not help but stare.
Fantastic image of your body so hotly divine,
my greatest prayer is that you will be mine.
So sad that our time tonight is now ending,
I promise, every night we will be spending!
Each dance as you move with that bright light,
your love my joy wedding each and every night.
There you are, among the bold stars shining,
this bouquet of love for you I am holding.
That is me reaching up to touch your face,
this sweet moment my love-heart does so race.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-23-2015
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[Post 400]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2015 08:14 AM
Began my study of this poet.. He was a rebel and an adventurer........-Tyr
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com
When he was not yet 17, Arthur Rimbaud (1854-91) electrified Paris's literary society with the incendiary poems that later made him the guiding saint of 20th-century rebels, from Pablo Picasso to Jim Morrison. "A Season in Hell," "The Drunken Boat," and the prose poems of Illuminations were epochal works that changed the nature of an art form--and yet their author abandoned poetry at age 21 and spent the rest of his short life as a colonial adventurer in Arabia and Africa. "He was writing in a void," explains British scholar Graham Robb. "In 1876, most of Rimbaud's admirers either were still in the nursery or had yet to be conceived." Hardly surprising, since the poet was a difficult and frequently unpleasant person to actually know. The Parisian poets who took him under their wing soon discovered that Rimbaud was ungrateful, crude, and as scornful of their precious verse as he was of the Catholic Church, bourgeois proprieties, and everything else his disapproving mother held dear. Rimbaud's stormy affair with Paul Verlaine estranged the older poet from his wife and, eventually, from most of his artistic friends as well. In Robb's depiction, the poet possessed from his earliest youth a restless, searching intellect that permitted no compromise with convention nor tenderness for others' weaknesses. The author doesn't soften Rimbaud's "savage cynicism" or gloss over his frequently obnoxious behavior, yet Robb arouses our admiration for "one of the great Romantic imaginations, festering in damp, provincial rooms like an intelligent disease." Like Robb's excellent biographies of Hugo and Balzac, this sharp, subtle, unsentimental portrait is both erudite and beautifully written. - Wendy Smith
Dance of the Hanged Men
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancing
The lean, the devil's paladins
The skeletons of Saladins.
Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff
His little black puppets who grin at the sky,
And with a backhander in the head like a kick,
Makes them dance, dance, to an old Carol-tune!
And the puppets, shaken about, entwine their thin arms:
Their breasts pierced with light, like black organ-pipes
Which once gentle ladies pressed to their own,
Jostle together protractedly in hideous love-making.
Hurray! the gay dancers, you whose bellies are gone!
You can cut capers on such a long stage!
Hop! never mind whether it's fighting or dancing!
- Beelzebub, maddened, saws on his fiddles!
Oh the hard heels, no one's pumps are wearing out!
And nearly all have taken of their shirts of skin;
The rest is not embarrassing and can be seen without shame.
On each skull the snow places a white hat:
The crow acts as a plume for these cracked brains,
A scrap of flesh clings to each lean chin:
You would say, to see them turning in their dark combats,
They were stiff knights clashing pasteboard armours.
Hurrah! the wind whistles at the skeletons' grand ball!
The black gallows moans like an organ of iron !
The wolves howl back from the violet forests:
And on the horizon the sky is hell-red...
Ho there, shake up those funereal braggarts,
Craftily telling with their great broken fingers
The beads of their loves on their pale vertebrae:
Hey the departed, this is no monastery here!
Oh! but see how from the middle of this Dance of Death
Springs into the red sky a great skeleton, mad,
Carried away by his own impetus, like a rearing horse:
And, feeling the rope tight again round his neck,
Clenches his knuckles on his thighbone with a crack
Uttering cries like mocking laughter,
And then like a mountebank into his booth,
Skips back into the dance to the music of the bones!
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancing
The lean, the devil's paladins
The skeletons of Saladins.
- As translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)
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Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
Messire Belzébuth tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs grimaçant sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noël !
Et les pantins choqués enlacent leurs bras grêles :
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines à jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se heurtent longuement dans un hideux amour.
Hurrah ! les gais danseurs qui n'avez plus de panse !
On peut cabrioler, les tréteaux sont si longs !
Hop ! qu'on ne cache plus si c'est bataille ou danse !
Belzébuth enragé racle ses violons !
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa sandale !
Presque tous ont quitté la chemise de peau ;
Le reste est peu gênant et se voit sans scandale.
Sur les crânes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau :
Le corbeau fait panache à ces têtes fêlées,
Un morceau de chair tremble à leur maigre menton :
On dirait, tournoyant dans les sombres mêlées,
Des preux, raides, heurtant armures de carton.
Hurrah ! la bise siffle au grand bal des squelettes !
Le gibet noir mugit comme un orgue de fer !
Les loups vont répondant des forêts violettes :
À l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer...
Holà, secouez-moi ces capitans funèbres
Qui défilent, sournois, de leurs gros doigts cassés
Un chapelet d'amour sur leurs pâles vertèbres :
Ce n'est pas un moustier ici, les trépassés !
Oh ! voilà qu'au milieu de la danse macabre
Bondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
Emporté par l'élan, comme un cheval se cabre :
Et, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,
Crispe ses petits doigts sur son fémur qui craque
Avec des cris pareils à des ricanements,
Et, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
Rebondit dans le bal au chant des ossements.
Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
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http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Dance.html
The Cheated Heart
My poor heart dribbles at the stern
My heart covered with caporal
They squirt upon it jets of soup
My poor heart dribbles at the stern
Under the gibes of the whole crew
Which burst out in a single laugh,
My poor heart dribbles at the stern
My heart covered with caporal.
Ithypallic, erkish, lewd,
Their gibes have corrupted it.
In the wheelhouse you can see graffiti*
Ithypallic, erkish, lewd.
O abracadantic waves
Take my heart that it may be cleansed!
Ithypallic, erkish, lewd,
Their gibes have corrupted it.
When they have finished chewing their quids
What shall we do, o cheated heart?
It will be bacchic hiccups then
When they have finished chewing their quids
I shall have stomach heavings then
I can swallow down my heart:
When they have finished chewing their quids
What shall we do, o cheated heart?
May 1871.
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[Post 401]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2015 09:26 AM
Dreams, Battles and Waking To Rejoice
Times that my mind wakes to take flight
flying away in spheres of magical dreams
So often are near hour of black midnight
when dark powers dance with their schemes
A journey into the devil's unholy realm
to battle the hordes of his evil beasts
Flying blind with no master at the helm
slaying engorging demons at their feasts
Girded with truth's invincible shield
long sword of bravery in my right hand
Solemn vow to die before I ever yield
cutting out the heart of Lucifer's band
Every battle goes on in a nip and tuck
slaying the filthy beasts left and right
Always my feet seem to get me stuck
as daylight rises to defeat dark of night
Times that my spirit chooses to wake
victory is rewarded for valorous deeds
I rejoice deeply for goodness sake
as God's truth met my fighting needs
Robert J. Lindley
04-21-2015
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[Post 402]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2015 08:08 AM
Keith Douglas (January 24, 1920 - June 9, 1944), was an English poet of World War II.
He was born in Tunbridge Wells, Kent, and educated at Christ's Hospital and at the University of Oxford. He had a difficult childhood, his father deserting the family when Douglas was at preparatory school and his mother unwell for long periods. In one of his letters written in 1940 he looks back on his childhood: 'I lived alone during the most fluid and formative years of my life, and during that time I lived on my imagination, which was so powerful as to persuade me that the things I imagined would come true'. Within days of the declaration of war he had reported to an army office with the intention of joining a cavalry regiment. Like many others keen to serve he had to wait and it was not until July 1940 that he started his training. On the 1st February 1941 he passed out from Sandhurst, the officer training school, and was posted to the Second Derbyshire Yeomanry at Ripon. He fought in North Africa in 1941. In 1944, he took part in the D-Day invasion of Normandy, in the course of which he was killed.
How To Kill
by Keith Douglas
Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.
Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
The wires touch his face: I cry
NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears
And look, has made a man of dust
of a man of flesh. This sorcery
I do. Being damned, I am amused
to see the centre of love diffused
and the wave of love travel into vacancy.
How easy it is to make a ghost.
The weightless mosquito touches
her tiny shadow on the stone,
and with how like, how infinite
a lightness, man and shadow meet.
They fuse. A shadow is a man
when the mosquito death approaches
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Such depth to this write and speaks volumes about the inner workings of the human mind while engaged
in war and facing death to do ones duty!
People reject the answer thus war exists !
Yet the answer can only solve all when its accepted by ALL...--Tyr
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[Post 403]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2015 08:42 AM
Inspired by the poem , How To Kill , by Keith Douglas....
This is my tribute to that man, that poet, that soldier , that fallen hero, that thinker....--Tyr
Once Touched All Time Stands Still
Death again, the glorious symphony
mortal man has found his destiny
Once touched all time stands still
darkest hand exists only to kill
Spring, the time of earth's seeds
man rots helplessly in his needs
A few souls live in blessed relief
resting within their holy belief
Summer, life races into high gear
Sun shines, man has very little fear
His life is like a smoothed stone
Harshness seen only after he is gone
Fall, seeds planted for fair or ill
man still imposing his evil will
The stone moans with its new cracks
coldness coming with its attacks
Winter, the season so damn unfair
darkness coming fast from everywhere
Death trumpets its arrival with cold
man meets Fate, be he young or old
Death again, the glorious symphony
mortal man has found his destiny
Once touched all time stands still
darkest hand exists only to kill
Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015
Note: The Hand of Fate and the dark Hand of Death both
travel with man as giver of fruits from his bitter harvest.
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[Post 404]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2015 10:04 AM
New poem , written this morn for a contest. Based very loosely upon my poem titled , A Golden Steed Gallops.
Hope you may enjoy this one....-Tyr
The White Stallion Arrives
The White horse came in so very fast
with purpose and great deeds to last
Arriving in a spirited tour de force
evil alerted, took notice of course
Sitting upon its huge, stalwart back
knight ready for any vicious attack
Dark forces were quickly sent to meet
the fighters to engage and deadly greet
Stallion knew the lay of the land
also the power of the warrior's hand
Racing to meet dark and deadly foes
with courage only the brave knows
Warrior with sword of truth in hand
slew hundreds in the dark demon band
The charging stallion knew his job
slay those whose aim was to soul rob
As the enemy lay in forced disarray
the white stallion reared up to bray
A signal he was in tune with his knight
that he knew victory was soon in sight
When the last dark beast met its fate
sun was about to rise and not to late
The knight planted the victory flag
as he slew the last flying demonic hag
As sun and its glow lit the waiting sky
White stallion flew into the bye and bye
Echoes blasted back a victorious sound
promising Hope would always be around
Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015
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[Post 405]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 04-25-2015 02:58 PM
Dreams, Battles and Waking To Rejoice
Times that my mind wakes to take flight
flying away in spheres of magical dreams
So often are near hour of black midnight
when dark powers dance with their schemes
A journey into the devil's unholy realm
to battle the hordes of his evil beasts
Flying blind with no master at the helm
slaying engorging demons at their feasts
Girded with truth's invincible shield
long sword of bravery in my right hand
Solemn vow to die before I ever yield
cutting out the heart of Lucifer's band
Every battle goes on in a nip and tuck
slaying the filthy beasts left and right
Always my feet seem to get me stuck
as daylight rises to defeat dark of night
Times that my spirit chooses to wake
victory is rewarded for valorous deeds
I rejoice deeply for goodness sake
as God's truth met my fighting needs
Robert J. Lindley
04-21-2015
`....I like this one Tyr...very good....
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[Post 406]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2015 03:56 PM
Just finished another contest poem. This contest has some unusual requirements but the sponsor is a great poetess and a honorable judge so I decided to bite. I had to edit my poem to fit said restrictions.. still it came out well methinks.. -Tyr
Father's Advice On Being A Man
("For Adult Contest")
Father said to son never be ashamed to be a man,
should you get married, live your life with a plan.
Not too harsh or rigid, else failure you will see,
be a good decent man, the one you admire in me.
Life can be so very cruel, the world can be too,
live deeply as you love, loving family as we do.
You see, it is the responsibility to be as good
as your life will permit and you know you should.
Never be ashamed for the world to see you cry,
cry for joy, as life does go on even after you die.
Write your core principles deep into solid stone,
for there are no overs after we are passed on.
Know that love is truly the great tie that binds,
watch whom you embrace, the world has all kinds.
Mothers are to be held in a very special embrace,
with love in your heart and a smile on your face.
If life ever gives you far more than you can bear
ask family to help, just you remember to share.
Remember the love coming from Mother and I,
walk a good path in this world and know the why.
Robert J. Lindley April 25, 2015
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[Post 407]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2015 07:50 PM
Had to crank out a sonnet today. Sometimes I miss doing them.
This one was written from a pleasant memory of a day spent with Nature just to recharge my batteries...--Tyr
Gentle Wind Sonnet
East wind blew this far south today
gusts that soothed my weary soul
There at my sweet spot on the bay
sitting there in tree filled knoll
Songbirds singing to Spring's step
a melody of sun's splashing light
Beauty so fantastic I openly wept
dreading days ending into the night
Blossoms giving that fragrant smell
jostling branches right in tune
As if the earth rejoices to tell
fair weather right on into mid-June
Wind gusts that eased my old pains
gentle ones bringing no hard rains!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015
Note: syllable count is totally ignored with this sonnet and I plan on no editing to meet such a requirement.
Not for any poetry contest, so why mess it up as it came out great IMHO.
Most poets say sonnets are very hard to write but to me they are by far the easiest form ..
Most of my first place wins in contests have been with sonnets. -Tyr
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[Post 408]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-26-2015 03:02 PM
Another sonnet. This one is for a contest and will post it here first as I have been doing the majority of my contest entries.
Have yet to proof it ..
Fairest Summer Weather, O' What A Boon
After the dawn of the summer light
emerges rise of a sweet summer day
Early birds take food hunting flight
enjoying this weather in a cool May
Sunny rays warm up my tired bones
trekking into the morning delights
Soft breeze, sets pleasant tones
as I look down from lofty heights
Earth and Sun,team by grand design
to supply the wants of this man
Natures wonders awe me, I do opine
while magically enjoying all I can
Fairest summer weather, O' what a boon!
Grab all you can, it ends far too soon!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-26-2015
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[Post 409]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2015 10:30 AM
Lament Of A Former Dark Soul
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
I was: the partaker of my own laments
A demon hellbent on satisfying my lust
Broken down, scarred covered in dents
Charming for sure but not one to trust
I was: a mist that wraps and engages
Smooth talker, master of the love arts
A dark, evil force when in my rages
Ripping many kind, loving hearts apart
I am: now an angel that found the Light
A prayer offered, the blessing found me
Seeking truth and mercy, all thats right
Away from darkness my soul did then flee
I am: a voice that cries to be so kind
Once wretched spirit giving out pain
Light brought truth invading my mind
That darkness, never shall return again
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
Robert J. Lindley, 04-27-2015
Note : A sinner was I. Not as bad as my write portrays(poetic leeway) but
bad enough to see my former self in true light.
Don't blame me, my muse forced this one out of me!
I hope I did not shatter any images of my kind, and generous
self... :laugh:
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[Post 410]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2015 08:00 PM
Weep For Your Sweet Hand
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
if only your enticing lips gave a sign
Sun rise, I wake only to think of you
yet you baby, never give me that cue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
your curves and my motor do so fine
Each night, my dreams wrap me in you
yet you my darling, have not a clue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
to just touch you my heart does pine
You give, my soul a reason to believe
yet you baby, my love can not conceive
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
my prayer, cries love you in every line
04-27-2015
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Contest:
Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade , may be any subject but romance and dark seem best to use in this form.
Date only-- no names, other details are on the contest page.
Note: Form- Ballade, my change was to repeat the first rather than the last line.
And third verse each stanza the combined first four words forms this verse
Sun rise I wake,(and) each night my dreams, you give my soul , my prayer cries love
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[Post 411]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2015 12:53 AM
Up late, had to do a major rewrite. First poem was good but too short. Looked like a converted sonnet.
Poet friend pointed out the other entries were all much longer, a ballade are not that short..
I used the entirety of the first draft just added more verses. Came out very good methinks.
Quite a striking difference it seems.. -Tyr
Weeping For Your Sweet Hand
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
if only your enticing lips gave a sign
Sun rise, I wake only to think of you
yet you baby, never give me that cue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
your curves and my motor do so fine
Each night, my dreams wrap me in you
yet you my darling, have not a clue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
to just touch you my heart does pine
You give, my soul a reason to believe
yet you baby, my love can not conceive
Shall I plead my case on bended knees
Buy a huge mansion give you the keys
Spend millions on even more treasure
steal the night stars to gift you pleasure
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
my prayer, cries love you in every line
Hear me cry, a desperate would be lover
my hot desires, beauty you may discover
Baby, let me stroke your every desire
burn this world down, lighting that fire
Burn the flames hotter than any candle
I have so much, more than you can handle
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
a night of dancing, roses and red wine
This big world, yours just for the asking
In your light, my love shall be basking
04-27-2015
Contest:
Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade
Note: Form- Ballade, my change was to repeat the first rather than the last line.
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First draft....
Weep For Your Sweet Hand
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
if only your enticing lips gave a sign
Sun rise, I wake only to think of you
yet you baby, never give me that cue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
your curves and my motor do so fine
Each night, my dreams wrap me in you
yet you my darling, have not a clue
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
to just touch you my heart does pine
You give, my soul a reason to believe
yet you baby, my love can not conceive
I weep for your sweet hand to be mine
my prayer, cries love you in every line
04-27-2015
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Contest:
Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade , may be any subject but romance and dark seem best to use in this form.
Date only-- no names, other details are on the contest page.
Note: Form- Ballade, my change was to repeat the first rather than the last line.
And third verse each stanza the combined first four words forms this verse
Sun rise I wake,(and) each night my dreams, you give my soul , my prayer cries love
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[Post 412]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2015 04:50 PM
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
Robert J. Lindley, 04-28-2015
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[Post 413]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2015 09:20 PM
This Blessing, Angel That Was Sent
Past bridges he burned to the sky
past trails he wanted no more
She, the angel was the reason why
he wanted to close every past door
Never intending to get this deep
found he the sweetest little thing
Pray he, her heart to always keep
no more with any one night fling
She that put a spring in his step
visions of her in his every dream
Her love so great he openly wept
together they were the perfect team
Sun, moon and stars all were pale
as her glow found his loving eyes
Past sins, he never dared to tell
pray he that he never have to lie
This blessing, angel that was sent
his redemption found in her grace
Her true love for him was meant
to heal him of his past disgrace
Heaven, he never thought to gain
now that promise seared his mind
Gone were days of the darkest stain
saw her, never again was he blind
Angels sang with joy as they eloped
she shining with her fantastic smile
This treasure all he had ever hoped
beauty, grace and dressed in style
Past bridges he burned to the sky
of past trails he wanted no more
She, the angel was the reason why
he wanted to close every past door
Robert J. Lindley , 04-28-2015
Note: This poem was written long ago, in my private journal. Dated for today as that is its first public posting.. (original date May 25th, 2004)
Decided to share it here since I am likely to enter it in a new contest being offered at my poetry site.
Only the second poem from those I keep private that I've ever offered publicly. Hope you may enjoy it..... -Tyr
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[Post 414]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-29-2015 05:50 PM
Giorgio A. V. Poems
The Ship - long version
When the foretelling dusk arose immense,
magnanimous the skylines sent the ship,
its ebon sight to boss the thoughts and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.
The Northern wind was cutting like a knife,
and hurtful were the messages it howled,
equilibrating on the brink of life
of the begone to seas, the thinking prowled.
The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog,
bestowing sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.
The tidal and enshrouding ocean spills,
advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's
unworldly calling up and splashing rills,
resembling the acuteness of thorns.
In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching hence, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, and eulogy that killed,
relentlessly enticed through dark allures.
Pristine the sea, baptized the scene
in depths where souls abide in sunken rusted keels;
deceptive was the reasoning our septs
instilled where our catastrophe conceals.
The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.
Across the Straits, young Lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and life's demise.
© 10-15-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)
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Smoke (Charades)
Abaft the weather bent the time
around the ship, transmitting yore
its smoke that rose on airy climb,
to ebonize the air and shore.
The fume was rising from the two
tall funnels covering its shape
with darkened soot, while dead its crew
was calling us behind its drape.
The smoke was dancing back and forth
persuading us to move and sway;
Ironic shined the star of North
reluctant breeze slid down the brae.
We thought it was the ship's horn or
three sailor ghosts that danced charades,
behind the smoke, our nightly chore
performed the mimes, outside of Hades.
As smoke was covering the land,
some scattered lights that blink'd and cried,
diffused away at its demand
until forgotten, sank and died.
We followed thence, the engines' chug
to dance around two skyward lines
where hung the ship's torn island flag
and our charades that drowned in brines.
© 10-14-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Tetrameter)
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Great examples of current poetry written in (Iambic Pentameter) and (Iambic Tetrameter)...........
My good friend and fellow poet Giorgi Venetopoulos kindly gave his permission for me to post both poems here.
First poem floored me when first I read it this morn. Ending stanza pure brilliance IMHO..
Giorgi kindly offered the second one to use as an example of (Iambic Tetrameter)...--Tyr
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[Post 415]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-29-2015 10:58 PM
I had great fun writing this one..... hope you may enjoy it..-Tyr
The Old Prospector, The Crazy Old Fool
Folks said that nasty fool is a damn old bat
times the bastard knows not where he is at
Rumor is he lives in shame for murdering a man
eats lizards and snakes, drinks from rusty can
He eats snails, claiming it slows his pain
wore a sombrero, his umbrella for the rain
Chewed on his grubby food lightning fast
swore hell was his garden if it only last
Claimed he slept on a pleasant cactus bed
had genius ideas always running in his head
Knew the earth was only alien hunting ground
had hid every strange thing he ever found
On cold nights slept naked as he could be
swore it put better leaves on his tree
Always used a large rock for his pillow
ate boiled bark from his weeping willow
When asked how he knew this earth was flat
said, if were round I not be where I am at
Kept a rattle snake for his waking alarm
declared it to be a friend doing him no harm
Yet when he passed on they soon did find
not all was crazy as all hell in his mind
For hidden under his massive cactus bed
buried deep were 700 bars not of lead
Gold this old timer had been finding there
his crazy act was to keep all thieves unaware
Gold mine hidden underneath his shabby shack
tunnel underground to rocky hill outback
Lawyers found that he had a grandson at Yale
claimed to be an orphan was his tale tale
He had paid that boy's way into a great life
making sure the kid experienced no strife
His hoard tallied out to be five million bucks
mine still producing hauled out by trucks
Town-folks all were shocked and so damn amazed
this old man they had thought to be so crazed
In his will he left a note for his tombstone,
Hell with you fools, my old tired ass is gone!
I had fun seeing what dumbasses you all were
my trick playing you ALL caused a big stir
Grandson put the biggest tombstone on his grave
wrote a best selling book on how gramps gave
Exposed the bias of the arrogant fools in town
folks laughed so hard they couldn't put it down!
Robert J. Lindley
Note: Poem is loosely written on the life of an old man about my home-town, called "Crazy Jim".
One day, I talked to crazy Jim, he stopped acting crazy walked about town with me a teenager explaining all about the
places and people for the last 40 years there. Not a single crazy word did the man utter.
As we arrived back where our walk started he shook my hand and said, son I knew your dad well, he was an honest man, a good man.
Then he walked off jabbering, back into his act...
Later when I told people about it all -none of them believed me...
I learned that people will absolutely refuse to accept when they've been played for fools. Will prefer to keep believing the lie.. -Tyr
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[Post 416]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2015 08:30 AM
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/ralph_waldo_emerson/biography
RALPH WALDO EMERSON, the most original of American philosophers and essayists, was born in Boston, Massachusetts, May 25, 1803, and he died at Concord, in his native State, April 27, 1882.
His father was a Unitarian minister, and the boy was trained for the same profession. Emerson entered Harvard University at the age of fourteen and graduated at eighteen. He was ordained minister of a Boston Unitarian congregation in 1829, but changes in his religious views led to his resignation of his charge in 1832.
In 1833 he visited England, where he spent a year, then returned and lived a quiet, retired life at Concord, Massachusetts.
His pen first attracted attention in 1837, through two orations entitled `Nature and Man Thinking," delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Cambridge. In 1838 appeared his "Address to the Senior Class in Divinity College, Cambridge," also "Literary Ethics," an oration. In 1841 he brought out "The Method of Nature," "Man the Reformer," the first series of his `Essays," and several lectures; 1844, "Young America," and the second series of "Essays."
For four years, from 1840 to 1844, Mr. Emerson was associated with Margaret Fuller, Countess d'Ossoli, in conducting a literary journal, entitled `The Dial;" and on the death of the Countess, he joined with Mr. W. H. Canning in writing a memoir of that learned and remarkable woman, which was published in 1852. In 1846 he brought out a volume of poetry. In 1848 he revisited England and delivered a course of lectures in Exeter Hall, London. "The logicians have an incessant triumph over him," said Harriet Martineau, "but their triumph is of no avail; he conquers minds as well as hearts." In the succeeding year he delivered another course of lectures upon "Representative Men." These lectures are considered among the greatest of his works. In 1856 appeared "English Traits;" 1860, "The Conduct of Life;" 1865, an "Oration on the Death of President Lincoln;" 1870, "Society and Solitude," twelve essays; 1875, "Parnassus," "Selected Poems," and a volume of "Essays." In 1866 Harvard College conferred upon Mr. Emerson the degree of LL.D.
For profound and original thought he has but few equals and perhaps To superiors. He is known as the American Carlyle. No man has made greater or more lasting impression upon the literature of the age than has he great American essayist and poet.
It is impossible not to be refreshed and gratified by Emerson's prose; but perhaps his poetry more completely carries the reader with it, as being a higher and purer production of genius. The best passages of it are indeed is unmitigated poetry as ever was written; they are poetry down to the last syllable; they are verses which, as he himself expresses it, seem to be found not made. Their meaning is as intimately connected with their form as sound with speech. The mystic obscurity of some of the poems, however, and he unfamiliar subjects treated, have discouraged or repelled many from the study of any of them. In reading poetry the mood and the point of view of the poet must be caught, otherwise all is in vain. Emerson's point of view is so far from being conventional or obvious, and is, besides, so lofty and abstract, that the careless and hasty glance of the general reader cannot be expected to apprehend it. Yet such lines as those which compose the poem called "Forerunners," (to select an instance) cannot be paralleled by any contemporary poet; they even recall, in elevation of motive and sustained beauty of symbolic expression, Shakespeare's matchless sonnet which begins, "Let me not to the marriage of true minds," etc. Every word tells, and there is a grand space and breathing room around every word. The movement of the verse is pliant and varied; the choice of words is felicitous and naive, and there are kindlings of imagination worthy of the greatest masters.
Emerson was a fearless critic, and such men as Longfellow, Lowell, Holmes and Whittier, were never offended at his apparent severity in reviewing their writings. He was rarely assailed for his criticisms. Speaking of the magical suggestiveness of Shakespeare's expression, he said: "The recitation begins; one golden word leaps out immortal from all this painted pedantry, and sweetly torments us with invitations to its own inaccessible homes." The scholarly critic and essayist, E. P. Whipple, thus writes of Emerson: "After his return from his second visit to England, in 1847, I had a natural wish to learn his impressions of the distinguished men he had met. His judgment of Tennyson was this, that he was the most `satisfying' of the men of letters he had seen. He witnessed one of Macaulay's brilliant feats in conversation at a dinner where Hallam was one of the guests. The talk was on the question whether the `additional letters' of Oliver Cromwell, lately published by Carlyle, were spurious or genuine. `For my part,' said Emerson, `the suspicious fact about them was this, that they all seemed written to sustain Mr. Carlyle's view of Cromwell's character. But the discussion turned on the external evidences of their being forgeries. Macaulay overcame everybody at the table, including Hallam, by pouring out with victorious volubility instances of the use of words in a different meaning from that they bore in Cromwell's time, or by citing words which were not in use at all until half a century later. A question which might have been settled in a few minutes by the consent of a few men of insight opened a tiresome controversy which lasted during the whole dinner. Macaulay seemed to have the best of it; still I did not like the arrogance with which he paraded his minute information; but then there was a fire, a speed, fury, talent, and effrontery in the fellow which were very taking.'"
When Emerson, on his return, made in his "English Traits" his short, contemptuous criticism on Macaulay as a writer, representing the material rather than the spiritual interests of England, it is evident that the verbal bullet hit the object at which it was aimed in the white. "The brilliant Macaulay, who expresses the tone of the English governing classes of the day, explicitly teaches that good means good to eat, good to wear, material commodity; that the glory of modern philosophy is its direction or `fruit,' to yield economical inventions, and that its merit is to avoid ideas and to avoid morals. He thinks it the distinctive merit of the Baconian philosophy, in its triumph over the old Platonic, its disentangling the intellect from theories of the all-Fair, and the all-Good, and pinning it down to the making a better sick-chair and a better wine-whey for an invalid; this not ironically, but in good faith; that `solid advantage,' as he calls it--meaning always sensual benefit--is the only good." This criticism, though keen, is undoubtedly one-sided. Macaulay felt it. In the height of his fame, in January, 1850, he writes in his diary: "Many readers give credit for profundity to whatever is obscure, and call all that is perspicuous shallow. But coragio! and think of A. D. 2850. Where will your Emersons be then?" Well, it may be confidently predicted, they will at least march abreast of the Macaulays.
His works are translated into all the languages of Europe, and are read by thinkers and scholars all over the world. The thinking portion of society will always treasure up the memory and the works of "the sage of Concord."
Two Rivers by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain.
Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:
The stream I love unbounded goes
Through flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward flows.
I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the spending of the steam
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.
Musketaquit, a goblin strong,
Of shard and flint makes jewels gay;
They lose their grief who hear his song,
And where he winds is the day of day.
So forth and brighter fares my stream,--
Who drink it shall not thirst again;
No darkness taints its equal gleam,
And ages drop in it like rain.
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Emerson criticized those poets slavish to form, that worshipped manners over matters!
I too, hold to this philosophy. As the message and inspiration in any poem should always trump the
slavish homage paid to perfection of form!
My rebellion in this matter has cost me several wins in poetry contests.
Yet, I yield not , to those that are so damn desperately in the wrong!
A principle that I refuse to tarnish by temporary convenience and sought after victory.
A man must stand for principle over that of ego every damn time... -Tyr
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[Post 417]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2015 09:55 AM
Poem written for a contest. Loosely based upon a past experience back when I was 22 years old.
No bad physical pain can hurt more that a heart totally broken over the loss of a deep love IMHO.
And I have had several of each in my long life and wild days.. -Tyr
Broken Trust, Dying Of Love
Baby, nobody came when I cried out for you
if I were a lawyer maybe I would just sue
if a doctor, would heal my sad heart too
Nobody came baby, when my hot tears fell
this 'ole world has completely gone to hell
they say the sun is shining but I can not tell
Baby, nobody came, what the hell do I do
Oh my sweet darlin', what shall I ever do
Crying in my cereal, tears falling in my tea
baby, this damn hurtin', is all over me
I miss your lovin', that was so damn good
I'd crawl back to you, if only I ever could
prayin' you will come back, if only you would
Watched you leave, be damned if I know why
this damn hurtin' makes my soul want to die
tears are fallin' like raindrops from the sky
Taking my medicine, out back on the patio
drinking my whiskey, with Petty on the radio
my livin' without you, so damn sad you know
saddest sight I ever saw, was watching you go
I remember your touch, each and every kiss
Baby, thats the pain in what I so dearly miss
Darlin', I forgive you every lie you ever told
if only you'd return here for me just to hold
we can forgive each other, never again scold
Hurtin' all over me, has me in such despair
got me starving to death, whiting in my hair
return to my love and end this eternal scare
Baby, you broke my heart, shattered my mind
got me drinkin' whiskey, the strongest kind
Darlin', you got me crying all the damn time
writing all of this pain out in sad poetic rhyme
Still nobody comes, as I scream out your name
come on back, on me place all the damn blame
Without your sweet love, nothing is the same
baby move back in, my wild ways you did so tame
O' Baby, baby, I simply have to tell you this
Every damn good thing about you is what I miss!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 418]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2015 10:57 AM
I am going to post this one at my Poetry site later today. Talk about a damn sh!tstorm, just wait until that 90% liberal gaggle of geese read this! I will lose about two-thirds of the poets that call me a friend there. I do not care, I am sick of this crap, this government and the damn lying media.
Besides a dose of TRUTH, will do them good to have to swallow methinks.- :laugh:
As my old Marine buddy used to say, "ffkk 'em, feed 'em fishheads"!! -- :laugh:--Tyr
Taxed Too Damn Much Already
Go ahead, shoot the sh!t, "shooooot tha breeze"
so long as your dumbass isn't shooting at me
I know your damn kind, stupid and lazy as hell
try to hide it, but anybody truly looking can tell
You cry the world sucks, you can't make alivin'
while you live it up on others that are agivin'
I know, been aslavin' to pay it for forty years
my workin' family taxed so bad, almost in tears
Don't look at me working as an easy nine to five
I work twelve hour days to keep my family alive
I know, you worms want it now, just can not wait
working the hell out of us just to pay your freight
You moan and cry how you got it so damn rough
try working sixty hours every week, thats truly tough
Makes me sick to read how much you bellow and moan
be a bitch we when we workers are all dead and gone
Media lies and so damn foolishly toots your horn
lying about your worries since the day you were born
When so many haven't worked a day in their life
yet cry and moan about all their worries and strife
Go ahead, shoot the sh!t, "shooooot tha breeze"
so long as your dumbass isn't shooting at me
I know your damn kind, stupid and lazy as hell
try to hide it, but anybody looking can tell
Know this, this man knows how to shoot back too
harm my family, that is just what I will do!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-02-2015
Note: Taxed too damn much already!
I've worked for over forty years and will likely die while getting
far less back than some of these lazy bums draw from the government freebie
programs in a year.
Some of these damn vote buying freebie programs have got stop !
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[Post 419]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2015 12:42 PM
Here are my current stats at my Poetry site.
Posting here to show how they will be affected by this latest poem speaking the cold hard TRUTH will get me castigated and punished by the so-called tolerant liberals there. -Tyr
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Total Community Points: 61615
# Poems Posted 528
# Unique Comments Made * 3322
# Blog Comments Made 186
# Member Contests Entered 105
# Top 10 Finishes 79
# Contests finalized 101
# Times you are a favorite poet 27
^^^^ I took a big hit back in September for speaking my mind about the bias and little group there that rub each others backs to stay at as
the top poets, top wins and their little drone accounts to use against newer better poets. Typical ego laden crap..
Typical corruption some people just gravitate to like a fly to a damn turd. ..-Tyr
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[Post 420]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2015 06:29 PM
O' How I Hated That Damn Ground
I stood there raining my tears
utterly broken at fifteen years
Thinking of all that dad gave
now newly laid in a lonely grave
O' how I hated that damn ground
screaming but with no sound
My family broken up as can be
yet none as destroyed as was me
Now in lonesome grave he lies
severed from all loving ties
I cry there standing so alone
bright world crashed, he is gone
Misery came summer of sixty-nine
too young to get drunk on wine
I stayed out all that dark night
waging my own long futile fight
I did my battle with dark spirits
coming softly but I could hear it
They placed deep hate in my heart
punish somebody, myself to start
My youth suddenly away had flown
my hate forced me to be grown
Some body will pay coming years
no more sobs, no more hot tears
Bark has now so wrapped my tree
my hate ate out the best of me
Ran alone in this blackened world
hate, my blazing banner unfurled
Bitter ash came from my burnt stone
compassion leeched from every bone
Years raced onward into my old age
time finally healed my bitter rage
Yesterday, talked to father again
told him I wash my leaves in rain
This tree bears no more bitter fruit
clear water finally found gnarly root!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-02-2015
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[Post 421]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2015 10:05 AM
Evil That Always Takes Its Toll
Remember where hot lightning bolts flash down,
Its sun-fire heat burning in a tragic strike!
There perished mother and her little tyke;
Tragedy there, where the angels cry and frown,
And sing their saddest songs upon the waves:
Doom and gloom a sad fruit to be born
Taken long before Gabriel blows his horn.
Judged by Fate no power in Universe ever saves,
Yet no man lives that can ever be so sure,
That misery will forget to take its toll
Upon the peace that stirs the blessed soul!
There was peace: yet no peace can insure,
Paradise will be waiting for its fair guests,
The great promise, its most fantastic lure!
Security of life and limb of angels so pure:
Or protection from Evil that eternally infests.
Robert J. Lindley, August , 1973
Note: A poem from my private journal, from back when I wrote a bit more in the old style.
Sometimes I dearly miss writing like this..... and that muse that raced so far away!
p.s. My first wife(future ex) thought this my best poem ever.
At that time I had several hundred written. -Tyr
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[Post 422]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2015 07:53 PM
I Walked A Long Summer Lane
I walked a long summer lane
immune from the usual pain
A spirit was inside of me
so dark but good as could be!
Awaiting that call to fight
embraced by courage of light
As I strolled grace emerged
all my fear soundly purged
No rhyme or reason of the why
just no damn fear to ever die
I had a purpose to sacrifice
fight it dirty hell with nice
Was it the future, was it now
be damn if it mattered anyhow
What mattered was win the fight
battled as day turned into night
Only remember felt good to kill
evil and its dark was a thrill
Never wrong when defending good
would have died if I ever could
Woke to the alarm clock ring
I remembered almost everything
Slay the evil darkened forces
call upon the guardian forces
Was it real or just more dreams
so very real each time it seems
Why me, I certainly am no saint
not evil but very good I ain't
I walked a long summer lane
immune from the usual pain
A spirit was inside of me
so dark but good as could be!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-03-2015
Note : A recurring dream that baffles me all to hell.
Imagination or a real trip into hell. I know there are
other dimensions, alien worlds and spiritual realms.
I wonder, what if?
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[Post 423]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-04-2015 08:17 AM
In Due Season
by John McCrae
If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil
Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught
If only one poor gleaner, weak of hand,
Shall pick a scanty sheaf where I have sown?
"Nay, for of thee the Master doth demand
Thy work: the harvest rests with Him alone."
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Eventide
by John McCrae
The day is past and the toilers cease;
The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey,
And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace
At the close of day.
Each weary toiler, with lingering pace,
As he homeward turns, with the long day done,
Looks out to the west, with the light on his face
Of the setting sun.
Yet some see not (with their sin-dimmed eyes)
The promise of rest in the fading light;
But the clouds loom dark in the angry skies
At the fall of night.
And some see only a golden sky
Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide
To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly
At the eventide.
It speaks of peace that comes after strife,
Of the rest He sends to the hearts He tried,
Of the calm that follows the stormiest life --
God's eventide.
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Anarchy
by John McCrae
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.
"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.
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[Post 424]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-04-2015 08:44 AM
Pity, The Bread Where Sorrow Rests
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
We see with eyes filled with sin
this world our heart rests within
Never seeing the sun in every sky
Or the promised life after we die
The night is long, I beat on stones
with burning ache deep in my bones
The crying rocks scream for more
from behind that blue misery door
I that knows why the eagle flies
cloak myself in dark little lies
Pity, the bread where sorrow rests
a poor fare for any wayward guests
I ponder thoughts best hidden away
unforgiving this night, thus I pay
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
Robert J. Lindley, 05-04-2015
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[Post 425]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-05-2015 08:15 AM
To Althea, From Prison
by Richard Lovelace
When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.
When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty
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To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more
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[Post 426]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-06-2015 08:19 AM
Woke up and wrote this about 3 am this morning. Had refused to write it when earlier inspired that day.
I tell you, my muse is one very forceful and stubborn ruler!--Tyr
Off With Their Filthy Heads
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Those that say nay are simply afraid
going against the massive power laid
What power, have any over the Soul
death is always the unavoidable toll
A man walks his very own selfish path
bringing on misery and darkened wrath
Why not step off that selfish trail
avoid the sending one deep into Hell
Every king served a spiritual master
bad deed brought judgment ever faster
Yet having power over life and death
was a stone choking their every breath
Shall you be stalwart and honor true
let your gentle heart judge only you
Leave others to see your honoring him
or walk blindly with their light so dim
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Yes, we dare to oppose those tyrant Kings
Slay them , give that filthy crown a fling
Off their heads with true justice abated
justice the goal never with vengeance hated!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-06-2015
Note: The term King is used to denote great power and not necessarily royalty
in its usual interpretation.
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[Post 427]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-06-2015 09:21 AM
Just wrote this for a contest.
Hope you may enjoy and be it known that "free verse poetry" is not my usual fare...,. Tyr
A Tomb Built For A Fool
Where shall I rest my head,
Upon a lofty mountaintop with snow
In a green valley far, far below
Or buried deep within the evergreen pines
Nestled in with sleeping cones
Racing about with morbid afterthoughts.
With dark fire of delightful vengeance
The manna of desperation and glee
A fury of dead tortured spirits,
Eating upon a plain of loneliness;
Nay, the bitter is not in the brine,
A basket of rotten fruits still serves,
The appetite of the flies,
And the sickness that it deserves
vomits out the sins of the tiresome day,
A relentless thirst never satisfied,
Ever leaps into darkness,
Of despair and greedy lusts built on it
Where shall I rest my head,
Within a dark corner behind that stone
A shelter that eats my decaying heart,
This darkness of my Soul being all alone
A tomb built for a fool,
sour grapes smashed into wine
A CHILD born out of time,
With a needle in its right eye-
seeing, seeing but only halfway blind...
Robert J. Lindley, 05-06-2015
Note: Free verse, my muse warned me not to wade into such waters....
I being a stubborn mule , shot back-- "so what my feet are dirty, need
cleaning and water is so damn often so very , very coooooooooool"..
A fool an his folly may embrace same as a great lover and his lady...
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[Post 428]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-06-2015 11:08 PM
Where The Owls Roost, The Moon Shines Brightest
Where the owls roost, the moon shines bright
The old withered oak stands beaten and proud
Scars, proud medals of its strength and might
night owls hooting , often not so very loud
Where the moonlight streams onto life below
Seas move with that mighty Titan's commands
In wonder, the earth watches the light show
Racing, racing onward across all the lands
Where the sky dances with glowing splendor
The night paints shadows with joyous glee
In awe, man watches stars as they surrender
Moonbeams shining upon owls in ancient tree
As dawn approaches the Titan slips on away
Gracefully as King retreating to another view
Generous to the Sun's birth of each new day
And brighter light that sustains me and you!
Robert J. Lindley-- 05-06-2015
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[Post 429]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2015 09:33 AM
Where The Owls Roost, The Moon Shines Brightest
Where the owls roost, the moon shines bright
The old withered oak stands beaten and proud
Scars, proud medals of its strength and might
night owls hooting , often not so very loud
Where the moonlight streams onto life below
Seas move with that mighty Titan's commands
In wonder, the earth watches the light show
Racing, racing onward across all the lands
Where the sky dances with glowing splendor
The night paints shadows with joyous glee
In awe, man watches stars as they surrender
Moonbeams shining upon owls in ancient tree
As dawn approaches the Titan slips on away
Gracefully as King retreating to another view
Generous to the Sun's birth of each new day
And brighter light that sustains me and you!
Robert J. Lindley-- 05-06-2015
Edited version, changed the closing verse.... ------------------------------------------
Where The Owls Roost, The Moon Shines Brightest
Where the owls roost, the moon shines bright
The old withered oak stands beaten and proud
Scars, proud medals of its strength and might
night owls hooting , often not so very loud
Where the moonlight streams onto life below
Seas move with that mighty Titan's commands
In wonder, the earth watches the light show
Racing, racing onward across all the lands
Where the sky dances with glowing splendor
The night paints shadows with joyous glee
In awe, man watches stars as they surrender
Moonbeams shining upon owls in ancient tree
As dawn approaches the Titan slips on away
Gracefully as King retreating to another view
Generous to the Sun's birth of each new day
Upon green grass thirsty for its morning dew!
Robert J. Lindley-- 05-06-2015
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[Post 430]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2015 10:19 AM
The Lonely Hill
Wild grow the poppies in Tunisian vale
Gracing the green of a fertile land
And here comes "Peace" to lay her veil
On the hill of the foes last stand. .
Out of the Plain reared the lonely hill
Like a breast bared to the sky
Its slopes clasped the fallen ever still
And its bosom echoed the swallow's cry. .
Small sanctuary of a fallen dream
Last bastion to Enfidaville
Your crumbled fort is a desolate scene
Where all but the winds are still. .
The winds will rise and the tall grass bend
To ripple like waves of the sea
And time will take the scars to mend
On the lonely hill of the free.
- RA Harris
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[Post 431]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2015 10:19 PM
In That Red Haze, Brave Men Weep And Moan
Blast your trumpets, on blood soaked ground!
In that red haze, brave men weep and moan,
Yet, brutal war echoes pain in every sound.
Down lay spirits of mortal men forever gone
Days of youthful hopes turned to patches of dust,
dirt covered , forever residing all alone
fool's gold now turned to blackened rust.
Look ye, for a reason for fools to fight and die
sing out to duty , duty of warriors bold
remain aloft, blind to widows left to cry.
Price matters not, heroes destined to never grow old
War, testament to courage and man's great folly
sacrifice, death feeding tales retold
life goes on, this world is quite jolly.
War, the engine driving men straight into hell
For breakfast and eggs, must first break the shell!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-07-2015
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[Post 432]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-08-2015 08:32 AM
http://www.cprw.com/stalking-the-typical-poem
Stalking the Typical Poem
Posted on 15 May 2014
When I tell people I teach and – God help me – even write poetry, they often say, “I wish you could explain modern poetry to me. I just don’t understand most of it.” My response is usually to talk to them about the kinds of modern poem you can understand, among which I include my own, and to give reassurances that with sufficient patience and care they’ll find it’s not such a jungle out there after all.
But that’s a cop-out, in a way, because when you look at the scene squarely, you have to recognize that many modern poems are enigmatic in the extreme, and this quality is – let’s be generous – not the result of incompetence but a deliberate choice stemming from a particular aesthetic. What does that aesthetic consist of? Let’s step back for a moment and consider the qualities of language that poets and readers pay particular attention to. I would isolate three dimensions: diction, rhetoric, and form. Diction can range from colloquial to elevated, rhetoric from plain to figurative or ornate, and form from relatively unstructured to tightly structured.
Let’s talk about diction first. American poetry of the twentieth century (and the twenty-first so far) operates in a very narrow range of diction: virtually all poets publishing in journals write the standard English of educated speakers. This diction contrasts markedly with that of, say, country-and-western songs, which imitate a semi-literate rural dialect, or certain types of rap, which are based on an inner-city patois. But within the precincts of this standard form of the language, great variation is still possible and often in evidence. The diction may be more or less formal (the less formal style permitting casual usages and eschewing inversions), more or less latinate; it may use longer or shorter sentences, academic precision or a studied approximation of workaday prose. The contrary tendencies can be illustrated in a quotation from Louise Bogan showing the use of the offhand colloquial style –
And like as not when they take life over their door-sills
They should let it go by.
(“Women”)
– and in a passage from a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks in which she explains why white soldiers during the Second World War put up less resistance than expected to black soldiers in their midst:
… Besides, it taxed
Time and the temper to remember those
Congenital iniquities that cause
Disfavor of the darkness.
(“The white troops had their orders
but the Negroes looked like men”)
A few stylists deliberately distort syntax, invent words, scatter puns, and in other ways make linguistic contrivance an expressive tool, as does John Berryman in “The Poet’s Final Instructions”:
Dog-tired, suisired, will now my body down
near Cedar Avenue in Minneap,
when my crime comes. I am blazing with hope.
Do me glory, come the whole way across town.
Similarly, the poems of Seamus Heaney abound in old words, regionalisms, and onomatopoeia: “Old cobwebbed reins and hames and eye-patched winkers” (“The Harrow-Pin”); “a wiper’s strong absolving slumps and flits” (“In Iowa”). But such exuberant invention is exceptional. The banishment of rhyme from much poetry of the twentieth century severely curtailed the possibilities for such frivolities as Frost’s “The first tool I step on / Turned into a weapon.” The recent restoration of meter as a principle governing the verse line has encouraged poets to rediscover the range of effects possible when phrases are stretched across line endings (though parallel effects are also possible in free verse). In this passage from Derek Walcott’s “The Arkansas Testament”) the meaning of the question is transformed by the phrase at the start of the fifth line:
Can I bring a palm to my heart
and sing, with eyes on the pole
whose manuscript banner boasts
of the Union with thirteen stars
crossed out … ?
… a wily description of the Confederate flag.
As to rhetoric, it is possible, both in metered and in free verse, to write a language unadorned by rhetorical tropes, a language that nevertheless, in its very simplicity and its judicious choice of words, carries considerable emotional force. Such a style is often called, for lack of a better term, the plain style. Louise Glück, in her book Vita Nova, provides a striking example:
We are all human—
we protect ourselves
as well as we can
even to the point of denying
clarity, the point
of self-deception
And yet, within this deception,
true happiness occurred.
So that I believe I would
repeat these errors exactly.
Nor does it seem to me
crucial to know
whether or not such happiness
is built on illusion:
it has its own reality.
And in either case, it will end.
Contrast this with the final three stanzas of Robert Lowell’s “Water” :
The sea drenched the rock
at our feet all day,
and kept tearing away
flake after flake.
One night you dreamed
you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf pile,
and trying to pull
off the barnacles with your hands.
We wished our two souls
might return like gulls
to the rock. In the end
the water was too cold for us.
The subject is closely related to Glück’s theme: the near-impossibility of sustaining intimacy (though Glück more explicitly contrasts the ethic of traditional marriage with the more fluid mode of the contemporary “relationship”). But Lowell’s verse deals with the difficulty metaphorically – with references to the sea, to gulls, a mermaid, barnacles, rocks, and a wharf. The point of juxtaposing the two rhetorical styles is not to express a preference for one over another – each can be handled well or badly – but to illustrate the range of options open to poets in our time, together with the challenges these options pose to readers.
But form is where the real battles begin. Traditionally form has been considered a defining characteristic of poetry, in that poems were compositions in metered lines. However, in the twentieth century a concerted effort was made to alter the definition, removing meter as a criterion. The effort was so successful, in fact, that in many quarters traditional metered verse came to be considered a kind of anti-poetry – the very model of unacceptable writing.
Nevertheless, a few extremely dexterous practitioners of the craft were born and flourished in the twentieth century, keeping the tradition alive against heavy contrary pressures. Richard Wilbur’s “Hamlen Brook” may be profitably compared with the Louise Glück poem quoted above, as an example of writing within the confines of rhyme and meter that remains as comfortably idiomatic as Glück’s writing outside those confines. In this poem Wilbur is describing the action of looking into a brook that reflects the world above it –
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[Post 433]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-08-2015 08:45 AM
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
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[Post 434]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-08-2015 06:14 PM
My Last Sonnet
Friends of yesteryears, so long ago
Faded spirits often dance in disrepute,
Sadly, the best of people that I know,-
Tossed away honor in favor of the loot!
Friends of yesteryears, now a dream
Lingering ghosts racing deep in my head,
Truly, walking dead or so it did seem,-
Rambling where even angels fear to tread!
My friends of yesteryears, know so well
Courage I clung to from my great fears,
Shame, the elixir of my darkest hell-
Adding bitter salts to my dreaded tears!
Ghosts of moments, set in hardened stone.
Ghosts of moments, will I die all alone!
Robert J. Lindley , 05-08-2015
Note: This is my last sonnet.. Written on
the relationship I had with some very bad friends,
over 40 years ago. All four of them have passed on
now and trust me that is a blessing for this world.
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[Post 435]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-08-2015 06:42 PM
My Last Sonnet
Friends of yesteryears, so long ago
Faded spirits often dance in disrepute,
Sadly, the best of people that I know,-
Tossed away honor in favor of the loot!
Friends of yesteryears, now a dream
Lingering ghosts racing deep in my head,
Truly, walking dead or so it did seem,-
Rambling where even angels fear to tread!
My friends of yesteryears, know so well
Courage I clung to from my great fears,
Shame, the elixir of my darkest hell-
Adding bitter salts to my dreaded tears!
Ghosts of moments, set in hardened stone.
Ghosts of moments, will I die all alone!
Robert J. Lindley , 05-08-2015Yes the Ghost pof
Note: This is my last sonnet.. Written on
the relationship I had with some very bad friends,
over 40 years ago. All four of them have passed on
now and trust me that is a blessing for this world.
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`...Ahhhh...enjoying `my` cup of Friday evening Coffee Tyr....and decided I would pay your page a visit...
...Yes..."The ghosts of moments, set in hard stone...Ghosts of moments....will die in hard stone" ..."Friends of yesteryear's now a dream"....what a delightful poem brought to my mind of days gone past....well done!:cool:http://whatdidyoubringme.homestead.com/files/tshirts/plant/images_troll/DeadmansReach.jpg
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[Post 436]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2015 02:11 AM
A sonnet, why not?
I write them with such ease and even a bit of joy..-Tyr
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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[Post 437]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-09-2015 07:30 AM
A sonnet, why not?
I write them with such ease and even a bit of joy..-Tyr
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
Good morning Tyr!
`....Get out of bed....Get your Coffee and head to the range!:laugh:
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[Post 438]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2015 09:14 AM
Good morning Tyr!
`....Get out of bed....Get your Coffee and head to the range!:laugh:
Good morning...
Can not shoot today--its raining cats and dogs here !!!
Me not ever mistreat my weapons that way my friend.. ;)
When I shoot I rarely ever go to a range. I go to one of several friend's farms, set up targets at specified distances and fire away.
Or long ago went to certain snake infested places and shot poisonous snakes , with points for clean head shots...
Trust me, a snake head at those distances ,out in that swampy water is a mighty fine and small target to hit.
Record kills on a single day, back in early 70's was 21 snakes killed-- 17 clean head shots!!
Younger eyes , make all the difference in tha world my friend......--Tyr
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[Post 439]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2015 09:54 AM
The Search
Searching heaven
birds flying south
Trees are singing
ants toil free
Mysteries galore
ships over the horizon
Shout, shout freedom
pay a toll
Ink so stains
words cut deep
Darkness spits
people abstain
Intensity, no purpose
God loves rain
Ships sailing
clouds in my eyes
Searching heaven
birds flying south
R.J. Lindley
Note: No date, likely written in early(late?) 80's,
found this in back of an old photo alblum.
Edited a small portion this morn.
Form is free verse methinks...
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[Post 440]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2015 06:15 PM
The Farmer's Lament
Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil
Just no damn use for us to be ahidin'
Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil
Laziness, a farmer will never be abidin'
Crops planted,tis sweet rain we need
Hot sun about to start beamin' down
Soil is a cryin', awaitin' its new seed
We get to farmin', sunrise to sundown!
Work! Work! Work!
More food for people we are amakin'
Eating well,kids growin' so strong
Be time later for silly hand shakin'
Work needs the doin' our day is long
Dirt on faces, sweatin' in our hair
Farming calls for pain and workin'
Nobody ever said life would be fair
Hard chores we will never be shirkin'!
Work! Work! Work!
Harvest time,tis our Lord we thank
Split ground, growin' one sure thing
Money be acomin' taken to the bank
We be aworkin',later we shall sing
Bad storms come, bad storms may go
No time for any foolish idle talkin'
Hold ur mouth,good crops will grow
Our backs for breakin',legs for walkin'!
Work! Work! Work!
By Robert J. Lindley, 05-09-2015
Note: Written in my old style.
I decided to crank one out today.
Last night was thinking back to my being raised on a farm..
And how very hard it was on everybody I knew back then!
Old times, written in old style, by an old man....
My tribute to the great poet, Frank L. Stanton, that so influenced me and
wrote in a similiar form but on a much, much higher level!
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[Post 441]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2015 10:23 PM
Rudyard Kipling
We and They
"A Friend of the Family"
From "Debits and Credits"(1919-1923)
Father and Mother, and Me,
Sister and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
And They live over the sea,
While We live over the way,
But-would you believe it? --They look upon We
As only a sort of They!
We eat pork and beef
With cow-horn-handled knives.
They who gobble Their rice off a leaf,
Are horrified out of Their lives;
While they who live up a tree,
And feast on grubs and clay,
(Isn't it scandalous? ) look upon We
As a simply disgusting They!
We shoot birds with a gun.
They stick lions with spears.
Their full-dress is un-.
We dress up to Our ears.
They like Their friends for tea.
We like Our friends to stay;
And, after all that, They look upon We
As an utterly ignorant They!
We eat kitcheny food.
We have doors that latch.
They drink milk or blood,
Under an open thatch.
We have Doctors to fee.
They have Wizards to pay.
And (impudent heathen!) They look upon We
As a quite impossible They!
All good people agree,
And all good people say,
All nice people, like Us, are We
And every one else is They:
But if you cross over the sea,
Instead of over the way,
You may end by (think of it!) looking on We
As only a sort of They
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Kipling's genius was simply off the charts IMHO!!!--Tyr
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[Post 442]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-10-2015 10:10 AM
Ode
by Philip Freneau
GOD save the Rights of Man!
Give us a heart to scan
Blessings so dear:
Let them be spread around
Wherever man is found,
And with the welcome sound
Ravish his ear.
Let us with France agree,
And bid the world be free,
While tyrants fall!
Let the rude savage host
Of their vast numbers boast--
Freedom's almight trust
Laughs at them all!
Though hosts of slaves conspire
To quench fair Gallia's fire,
Still shall they fail:
Though traitors round her rise,
Leagu'd with her enemies,
To war each patriot flies,
And will prevail.
No more is valor's flame
Devoted to a name,
Taught to adore--
Soldiers of Liberty
Disdain to bow the knee,
But ateach Equality
To every shore.
The world at last will join
To aid thy grand design,
Dear Liberty!
To Russia's frozen lands
The generous flame expands:
On Afric's burning sands
Shall man be free!
In this our western world
Be Freedom's flag unfurl'd
Through all its shores!
May no destructive blast
Our heaven of joy o'ercast,
May Freedom's fabric last
While time endures.
If e'er her cause require!--
Should tyrants e'er aspire
To aim their stroke,
May no proud despot daunt--
Should he his standard plant,
Freedom will never want
Her hearts of oak!
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Great poem and it applies so greatly to the times we find ourselves in yet again in this great nation...
Philip Freneau is so massively underrated as a great poet in favor of the European poets that were so favored in his time...
Historic contempt and bias that exists to this very day IMHO..-Tyr
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http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/philip_freneau/biography
Philip Freneau was born in New York of Huguenot ancestry in 1752, and died near Freehold, New Jersey, in 1832.
Well versed in the classics in Monmouth County under the tutelage of William Tennent, Philip entered Princeton as a sophomore in 1768, but the joy of the occasion was marred by his father's financial losses and death the year before. In spite of financial hardships, Philip's Scottish mother believed that her oldest of five children would graduate and join the clergy. Though he was a serious student of theology and a stern moralist all his life, Freneau found his true calling in literature. As his roommate and close friend James Madison recognized early, Freneau's wit and verbal skills would make him a powerful wielder of the pen and a formidable adversary on the battlefields of print. Freneau soon became the unrivaled "poet of the Revolution" and is still widely regarded as the "Father of American Literature". Although Freneau had produced several accomplished private poems before college, it was the intense experience of pre-Revolutionary-War Princeton that turned the poet's interest to public writing. Political concerns led Madison, Freneau, and their friends Hugh Henry Brackenridge and William Bradford, Jr., to revive the defunct Plain Dealing Club as the American Whig Society. Their verbal skirmishes with the conservative Cliosophic Society provided ample opportunities for sharpening Freneau's skills in prose and poetic satire. Charged with literary and political enthusiasm, Freneau and Brackenridge collaborated on a rollicking, picaresque narrative, Father Bombo's Pilgrimage to Mecca in Arabia, which presents comic glimpses of life in eighteenth-century America. This piece, recently acquired by Princeton and published by the University Library (1975), may well be the first work of prose fiction written in America.
During their senior year Freneau and Brackenridge labored long on another joint project to which Freneau contributed the greater share. Their composition was a patriotic poem of epic design, The Rising Glory of America, a prophecy of a time when a united nation should rule the vast continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific. At the commencement exercises of September 1771, Brackenridge read this poem to a "vast concourse of the politest company," gathered at Nassau Hall. The poem articulated the vision and fervor of a young revolutionary generation.
After he graduated from Princeton in 1771, he was author, editor, government official, trader, and farmer. He tried teaching and soon found that he hated it. As regards the genesis of his poems, two facts in his life are especially important. His newspaper work encouraged a fatal production of the satirical and humorous verse that gave him reputation; and his trading voyages inspired poems descriptive of the scenery of the southern islands, and made possible what is perhaps his most original work, his naval ballads.
He felt a deep obligation to perform public service, and his satires against the British in 1775 were written out of fervent patriotism. At the same time he distrusted politics and had a personal yearning to escape social turmoil and war. The romantic private poet within him struggled against his public role. Thus, paradoxically, in 1776 the "poet of the revolution" set sail for the West Indies where he spent two years writing of the beauties of nature and learning navigation. Suddenly in 1778, he returned to New Jersey and joined the militia and sailed the Atlantic as a ship captain. After suffering for six weeks on a British prison ship, he poured his bitterness into his political writing and into much of his voluminous poetry of the early 1780s.
By 1790, at the age of thirty-eight, with two collections of poetry in print and a reputation as a fiery propagandist and skillful sea captain, Freneau decided to settle down. He married Eleanor Forman and tried to withdraw to a quiet job as an assistant editor in New York. But politics called again. His friends Madison and Jefferson persuaded him to set up his own newspaper in Philadelphia to counter the powerful Hamiltonian paper of John Fenno. Freneau's National Gazette upheld Jefferson's "Republican" principles and even condemned Washington's foreign policy.
After another decade of feverish public action, Freneau withdrew again in 1801, when Jefferson was elected president. He retired to his farm and returned occasionally to the sea. During his last thirty years, he worked on his poems, wrote essays attacking the greed and selfishness of corrupt politicians, and sold pieces of his lands to produce a small income. He discovered that he had given his best years of literary productivity to his country, for it had been in the few stolen moments of the hectic 1780s that he found the inspiration for his best poems, such as The Indian Burying Ground and The Wild Honeysuckle.
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The Wild Honey-Suckle
by Philip Freneau
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
...No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the gaurdian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
...Thus quietly thy summer goes,
...Thy days declinging to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died--nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evenign dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
...The space between, is but an hour,
...The frail duration of a flower.
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[Post 443]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-10-2015 10:17 AM
Ode
by Philip Freneau
GOD save the Rights of Man!
Give us a heart to scan
Blessings so dear:
Let them be spread around
Wherever man is found,
And with the welcome sound
Ravish his ear.
Let us with France agree,
And bid the world be free,
While tyrants fall!
Let the rude savage host
Of their vast numbers boast--
Freedom's almight trust
Laughs at them all!
Though hosts of slaves conspire
To quench fair Gallia's fire,
Still shall they fail:
Though traitors round her rise,
Leagu'd with her enemies,
To war each patriot flies,
And will prevail.
No more is valor's flame
Devoted to a name,
Taught to adore--
Soldiers of Liberty
Disdain to bow the knee,
But ateach Equality
To every shore.
The world at last will join
To aid thy grand design,
Dear Liberty!
To Russia's frozen lands
The generous flame expands:
On Afric's burning sands
Shall man be free!
In this our western world
Be Freedom's flag unfurl'd
Through all its shores!
May no destructive blast
Our heaven of joy o'ercast,
May Freedom's fabric last
While time endures.
If e'er her cause require!--
Should tyrants e'er aspire
To aim their stroke,
May no proud despot daunt--
Should he his standard plant,
Freedom will never want
Her hearts of oak!
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Great poem and it applies so greatly to the times we find ourselves in yet again in this great nation...
Philip Freneau is so massively underrated as a great poet in favor of the European poets that were so favored in his time...
Historic contempt and bias that exists to this very day IMHO..-Tyr
...Yes it is!:clap:
~ "And bid the world be free,
While tyrants fall!
Let the rude savage host
Of their vast numbers boast--
Freedom's almight trust
Laughs at them all!" ~
~ "In this our western world"
Be Freedom's flag unfurl'd
Through all its shores!
May no destructive blast
Our heaven of joy o'ercast,
May Freedom's fabric last
While time endures." ~
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[Post 444]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-10-2015 12:13 PM
I consider this my best poem written in many a year..
Just finished moments ago...
Here it is, hope you may not only enjoy this write but consider as well whatever TRUTH you may be able to glean from it..-Tyr
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O Truth, Where Is Thy Needed Sting
O Truth, where is thy dear lead?
Sad day that thy heart be cut
Can racing Sun slow its speed,
the mighty buck ignore the rut?
Nay, the world must still face,
the power of earthly reality.
The ending of even longest race
principles that hold off insanity!
O Truth, can man ever learn?
life sings for the sweet sanity
Dark and evil we must spurn
for the sake of all humanity!
Yes, knowledge begs to be known
candles exist to be burned
Light cries out to be shown
Truth must again be learned!
O Truth, can pure heart win out?
integrity make its best play
Spirit, sends its greatest scout
to show courage the best way
Will man rise up from the dirt?
stand foot upon solid rock
Can honor withstand massive hurt?
to return saved ship to dock!
O Truth, will bravery soothe?
pains of deep wounds folly birth
Pray we for seas soft and smooth
love of Life for all its worth!
As the Sun breaks upon each dawn
children wake to learn and play
Can we ignore each speckled fawn?
to pursue our own selfish way!
O Truth, where is thy needed sting?
pain which wisdom so often makes
With spirit of love in everything,
stay the course for goodness sakes!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-10-2015
NOTE: This poem, written for a very special contest
reflects the depth of my heart and poetic soul.
I make no claim to fame but so very proud to present
this under my name!
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[Post 445]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-10-2015 07:34 PM
Monkey Eating Figs
There was a monkey on my back eating figs,
Screaming, cursing as sunlight hit its beady eyes,
Slowly this thought came to my sleepy head,
Be calm, let the beast finish its meal
For even imaginary beasts have to feed in peace
Perhaps he is a god in another form. A spirit
seeking to play a game. He must have a purpose.
Go on you apparition, take my bedroom,
Try on my clothes, use my comb and live. Sally forth
into a kitchen filled with good food.
Let familiarity become your stock and trade,
while I seek to please your vanity. Call out
for the gold hidden in my books, the treasures
resting in my over crammed brain,
Search for my key to Pandora's box.
A calm resolve eased over my soul,
could this be my chance to step back,
Look inward to find another opened door
Laughter burst forth like series of cannon shots
Yes,there came a marching band on street parade
Hold on now, the ride is about to get good!
Suddenly darkness exploded everywhere.
There was a monkey dreaming of a man on his back,
silly dream the monkey thought as it laughed heartily
Men are such nasty beasts, with such savagery
Why ever carry one around so?
Robert J. Lindley Oct 20th 1991
Note : Free verse written in 1991.
From my private journal. Care to guess what it meant??
I remember, remember it so very well.
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[Post 446]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-10-2015 08:56 PM
I Like This......
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"Desiderata" is a 1927 prose poem by American writer Max Ehrmann. Largely unknown in the author's lifetime"
`Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#), however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#); for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#).
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#) strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#). Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#) and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy....`
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Max Ehrmann 1927
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[Post 447]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-11-2015 08:08 AM
I Like This......
***
"Desiderata" is a 1927 prose poem by American writer Max Ehrmann. Largely unknown in the author's lifetime"
`Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#), however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#); for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#).
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#) strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#). Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors (http://www.cs.columbia.edu/~gongsu/desiderata_textonly.html#) and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy....`
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Max Ehrmann 1927
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8574001-Dark-Days-by-Max-Ehrmann
By Max Ehrmann
Dark Days
What fool shall say, "My days are fair,
God's in his world and all is well,"
When half mankind shrieks in despair
Worse than in Dante's flaming hell!
I cannot sing in happy mood
While hostile armies take their toll.
On these dark days I toil and brood
With starless midnight in my soul.
And yet, O World, O Life, O God!
I find myself, jest as the fool,
Believing in thy chastening rod,
Believing still that love must rule.
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I knew that name and poem title was familiar to me so went looking to jog my memory.
Sure enough, I had that poem and the one posted above in my bookmarks from over 2 years ago.
Thats the thing about Poetry--great talent often goes pretty much not well known.
As opposed to that of great book authors such as Hemingway, Faulkner, Twain, Conrad , etc
By the way my friend, great choice in presentation. I had bookmarked both poems to present here
but never got back to them..-Tyr
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[Post 448]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-11-2015 05:28 PM
Invictus: The Unconquerable
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Written by William Ernest Henley,
William Ernest Henley [1849-1902] was an English schoolmaster who became a successful poet, critic and editor. He is probably best known for his poem 'Invictus' and for the fact his daughter first coined the name Wendy to describe J. M. Barrie who used it in Peter Pan.
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[Post 449]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-11-2015 08:20 PM
Invictus: The Unconquerable
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Written by William Ernest Henley,
William Ernest Henley [1849-1902] was an English schoolmaster who became a successful poet, critic and editor. He is probably best known for his poem 'Invictus' and for the fact his daughter first coined the name Wendy to describe J. M. Barrie who used it in Peter Pan.
Nice!
http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/32/c5/3632c5b501bd349500098fc170f4be92.jpg
http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/71/5c/1f/715c1f9f7ba06f150676d323aed34a90.jpg
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[Post 450]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-11-2015 08:50 PM
I Prefer Those Daring To Just Write
I prefer my poetry very raw and real
giving life and emotion to be seen
A prize, a parade - the real deal
not words delivered merely to preen
Stand back and give true strokes
reactions,good or bad are alright
Do that,touching the right folks
deep pleasure for we that write!
I prefer my poetry easy and deep
a young sparrow about to fly
Sad that will make your heart weep
so damn tragic makes you ask why
Or Love in any of its many forms
dead,lost or in sweet display
Forget the cry for all the norms
be daring, do it your own damn way!
I prefer rejection over false yays
a poet must say,look into my soul
There could well be millions of ways
to arrive at the true and right goal
Give poetic words that sing a dance
swimming in our big hearts and ears
Matters not if its all about romance
or dark tales of our greatest fears!
I prefer those daring to just write
or ask the reader to think very deep
Shoot words strong and out of sight
sing out, laugh , dance or even weep
A poet often cries,eat into my Soul
see what happens when we write pain
Tear our hearts out and stomp the hole
no heart,no sacrifice we reap no gain!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-11-2015
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[Post 451]
Author : KitchenKitten99
Date : 05-11-2015 09:51 PM
Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
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[Post 452]
Author : darin
Date : 05-12-2015 06:34 AM
Tyr -
I think you're a fiction but you don't know it.
Your poetry seems to want to tell stories and perhaps it's just easier to go with poetry vs a real story with character development and whatnot. It seems to me you have a point to make with each writing - pre-determined point you craft the words around. Because of that feeling I have, i struggle to read the poetry always wondering when I'm going to get to the point. The bottom-line.
You may want to consider taking some of those and building upon them - really fleshing out the details of the story. The lesson you're teaching and all that.
Does that make sense?
Truth-in-Lending - I didn't read but a handfull. Futher, I tend to hate poetry for the same reason I hate photography. People who construct images or words tend to self-credential. I'm NOT saying you do this - I'm saying I'm jaded from the start!
:)
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[Post 453]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2015 07:13 AM
Tyr -
I think you're a fiction but you don't know it.
Your poetry seems to want to tell stories and perhaps it's just easier to go with poetry vs a real story with character development and whatnot. It seems to me you have a point to make with each writing - pre-determined point you craft the words around. Because of that feeling I have, i struggle to read the poetry always wondering when I'm going to get to the point. The bottom-line.
You may want to consider taking some of those and building upon them - really fleshing out the details of the story. The lesson you're teaching and all that.
Does that make sense?
Truth-in-Lending - I didn't read but a handfull. Futher, I tend to hate poetry for the same reason I hate photography. People who construct images or words tend to self-credential. I'm NOT saying you do this - I'm saying I'm jaded from the start!
:)
Poetry is actually another form of story telling. Truth is , its the telling of ones private thoughts, hopes, pains, loves and imaginations , etc.
It is left deliberately "vague" precisely because its so individualistic and presented not geared to please or entertain "masses" but rather express a thing and leave it open to the reader's various interpretations.
Believe it or not I once hated poetry--and trust me , I know how to hate. At age 10 my fourth grade teacher had us(made us) write poetry. I hated it dearly. Later, I started reading the great poets and saw much, much deeper.
The poet writes in a personal way without regard to appealing to others as would a writer of fiction writing for a book.
Tis why the two never compare well my friend.. A poem does not always tell a story, sometimes(most often) it merely conveys an emotion, a pain, a love or an imaginative thought, etc..
Appreciate your reply and honest criticism. :beer:
Has been asked often--"Why don't poets just write "books"?
Answer is -- then they would not be poets, they'd be "book authors".....
I think you're a fiction but you don't know it.
^^^^ Think that myself very often.... ;)--Tyr
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[Post 454]
Author : darin
Date : 05-12-2015 08:02 AM
Good stuff - but I think your forte might be in the whole story vs the poem. If it's not YOUR forte, it's A Forte of yours I bet. :)
Maybe we start a "Creative Writing" subforum - People can submit for review/critique or for whatever. Hrm....Maybe you Moderate it?
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[Post 455]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2015 08:10 AM
Good stuff - but I think your forte might be in the whole story vs the poem. If it's not YOUR forte, it's A Forte of yours I bet. :)
Maybe we start a "Creative Writing" subforum - People can submit for review/critique or for whatever. Hrm....Maybe you Moderate it?
Subforum? "Creative writing"?
I could go with that but seems we have very few writers here.
By the way, Ive written short stories ,long ago....I am just lousy at editing and proper grammar. :laugh:-Tyr
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[Post 456]
Author : darin
Date : 05-12-2015 08:26 AM
Subforum? "Creative writing"?
I could go with that but seems we have very few writers here.
By the way, Ive written short stories ,long ago....I am just lousy at editing and proper grammar. :laugh
:-Tyr
yes, A subform for Creative writing.
You wouldn't have to edit or anything - just step in when feelings get hurt and shit starts flying.
:)
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[Post 457]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2015 09:21 AM
yes, A subform for Creative writing.
You wouldn't have to edit or anything - just step in when feelings get hurt and shit starts flying.
:)
I see, one can learn a lot if they engage the other person long enough. -Tyr
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[Post 458]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2015 09:52 AM
Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
Haikus are a form of poetry used by the Japanese--no rhyme and no action.
Just vague comparisons primarily, usually between three or more objects or ideas.
I rarely ever write in that form but did for a few contests.
Probabilities
fallen fruit exists
earthen harvest and ground meet
jars in the pantry
07-24-2014
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Summer
World glimmers boldly
Summer sets sails to full mast
Eagles soar on high
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Life Reflects
bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void
Haiku, contest entry
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All placed in top ten but first Haiku took first place in that contest.--Tyr
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[Post 459]
Author : darin
Date : 05-12-2015 09:56 AM
Bro - she was just being a little shit - in a good way. :-)
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[Post 460]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 05-12-2015 10:00 AM
yes, A subform for Creative writing.
You wouldn't have to edit or anything - just step in when feelings get hurt and shit starts flying.
:)
Awesome idea!
Tyr, so long as you like the idea, we're gonna create a 'creative writing' forum just beneath the lounge, solely for writers. I know I'll see if I can chime in a bit here and there, maybe it'll give me a little incentive. We'll make you mod of that forum, meaning it's your forum to run. I never did this before so it'll be a game in progress!! You'll be able to control all aspects, within reason of course. Hopefully no moderation really necessary, but if it is, you can handle. Sound like something of interest to you?
I wouldn't want to do this a ton of times, but I think it's a good idea. Members get what they want and have input for their forum and run it as they choose for the most part, and less work for staff. :) :laugh2:
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[Post 461]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2015 01:26 PM
Bro - she was just being a little shit - in a good way. :-)
Yes, already knew that but no reason why I have to return the favor.
I love how people so greatly underestimate me. Must be my Southern charm and gentle nature..--Tyr
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[Post 462]
Author : darin
Date : 05-12-2015 02:05 PM
I dont understand anymore. :)
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[Post 463]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2015 07:11 AM
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk
War in Europe long anticipated
Posted on 8 May 2014 by David Roberts
UK Parliament often discussed war in Europe before 1914
Both Winston Churchill and his father, Lord Randolph Churchill, warned of the dangers of a war in Europe. This was clearly a common topic for discussion amongst politicians, the media and the general public in the decades before the First World War. Here is a statement made in a letter by Lord Randolph Churchill and another by Winston Churchill in the UK parliament.
Premonitions of war with Germany evident in the media and popular literature are discussed in Minds at War.
Randolph Churchill on avoiding war in Europe, (1866)
On the 22nd of December, 1886, the Chancellor of the Exchequer,Lord Randoph Churchill, wrote to Lord Salisbury, who had pointed out the desperate state of Europe and the possibilities of immediate war:
“A wise foreign policy will extricate England from Continental struggles and keep her outside of German, Russian, French, or Austrian disputes. I have for some time observed a tendency in the Government attitude to pursue a different line of action, which I have not been able to modify or check.
This tendency is certain to be accentuated if large Estimates [for Government spending] are presented to and voted by Parliament. The possession of a very sharp sword offers a temptation which becomes irresistible to demonstrate the efficiency of the weapon in a practical manner. I remember the vulnerable and scattered character of the Empire, the universality of our commerce, the peaceful tendencies of our democratic electorate, the hard times, the pressure of competition, and the high taxation now imposed: and with these facts vividly before me I decline to be a party to encouraging the military and militant circle of the War Office and Admiralty to join in the high and desperate stakes which other nations seem to be forced to risk.”
Winston Churchill, speaking in Parliament on a European War, 13 May 1901
The enormous and varied frontiers of the Empire, and our many points of contact with barbarous peoples, will surely in the future, as in the past, draw us into frequent little wars. Our military system must therefore be adapted for dealing with these minor emergencies smoothly and conveniently. But we must not expect to meet the great civilized Powers in this easy fashion. We must not regard war with a modern Power as a kind of game in which we may take a hand, and with good luck and good management may play adroitly for an evening and come safe home with our winnings. It is not that, and I rejoice that it cannot be that. A European war cannot be anything but a cruel, heartrending struggle, which, if we are ever to enjoy the bitter fruits of victory, must demand, perhaps for several years, the whole manhood of the nation, the entire suspension of peaceful industries, and the concentrating to one end of every vital energy in the community.
I have frequently been astonished since I have been in this House to hear with what composure and how glibly Members, and even Ministers, talk of a European war. I will not expatiate on the horrors of war, but there has been a great change which the House should not omit to notice. In former days, when wars arose from individual causes, from the policy of a Minister or the passion of a King, when they were fought by small regular armies of professional soldiers, and when their course was retarded by the difficulties of communication and supply, and often suspended by the winter season, it was possible to limit the liabilities of the combatants. But now, when mighty populations are impelled on each other, each individual severally embittered and inflamed—when the resources of science and civilization sweep away everything that might mitigate their fury—a European war can only end in the ruin of the vanquished and the scarcely less fatal commercial dislocation and exhaustion of the conquerors.
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http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/Owena.html
Dulce et Decorum Est page link
(poem, notes on the poem and videos of readings of Dulce et Decorum Est)
Wilfred Owen is one of the principal poets featured in the anthologies of First World War poetry, Minds at War and Out in the Dark.
Introduction to Wilfred Owen
Few would challenge the claim that Wilfred Owen is the greatest writer of war poetry in the English language. He wrote out of his intense personal experience as a soldier and wrote with unrivalled power of the physical, moral and psychological trauma of the First World War. All of his great war poems on which his reputation rests were written in a mere fifteen months.
From the age of nineteen Wilfred Owen wanted to become a poet and immersed himself in poetry, being especially impressed by Keats and Shelley.
He was working in France, close to the Pyrenees, as a private tutor when the First World War broke out. At this time he was remote from the war and felt completely disconnected from it too. Even when he visited the local hospital with a doctor friend and examined, at close quarters, the nature of the wounds of soldiers who were arriving from the Western Front, the war still appeared to him as someone else's story.
Eventually he began to feel guilty of his inactivity as he read copies of The Daily Mail which his mother sent him from England. He returned to England, and volunteered to fight on 21 October 1915. He trained in England for over a year and enjoyed the impression he made on people as he walked about in public wearing his soldier's uniform.
He was sent to France on the last day of 1916, and within days was enduring the horrors of the front line.
SHORT BIOGRAPHY OF WILFRED OWEN
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, 1893 - 1918
Born Oswestry, Shropshire. Educated at Birkenhead Institute and Shrewsbury Technical College.
From the age of nineteen Owen wanted to be a poet and immersed himself in poetry, being especially impressed by Keats and Shelley. He wrote almost no poetry of importance until he saw action in France in 1917.
He was deeply attached to his mother to whom most of his 664 letters are addressed. (She saved every one.) He was a committed Christian and became lay assistant to the vicar of Dunsden near Reading 1911-1913 – teaching Bible classes and leading prayer meetings – as well as visiting parishioners and helping in other ways.
From 1913 to 1915 he worked as a language tutor in France.
He felt pressured by the propaganda to become a soldier and volunteered on 21st October 1915. He spent the last day of 1916 in a tent in France joining the Second Manchesters. He was full of boyish high spirits at being a soldier.
Within a week he had been transported to the front line in a cattle wagon and was "sleeping" 70 or 80 yards from a heavy gun which fired every minute or so. He was soon wading miles along trenches two feet deep in water. Within a few days he was experiencing gas attacks and was horrified by the stench of the rotting dead; his sentry was blinded, his company then slept out in deep snow and intense frost till the end of January. That month was a profound shock for him: he now understood the meaning of war. "The people of England needn't hope. They must agitate," he wrote home. (See his poems The Sentry and Exposure.)
He escaped bullets until the last week of the war, but he saw a good deal of front-line action: he was blown up, concussed and suffered shell-shock. At Craiglockhart, the psychiatric hospital in Edinburgh, he met Siegfried Sassoon who inspired him to develop his war poetry.
He was sent back to the trenches in September, 1918 and in October won the Military Cross by seizing a German machine-gun and using it to kill a number of Germans.
On 4th November he was shot and killed near the village of Ors.
The news of his death reached his parents home as the Armistice bells were ringing on 11 November 1918.
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http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/dulce-et-decorum-est
Wilfred Owen, 1893 - 1918
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
This poem is in the public domain.
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[Post 464]
Author : KitchenKitten99
Date : 05-13-2015 07:19 AM
Yes, already knew that but no reason why I have to return the favor.
I love how people so greatly underestimate me. Must be my Southern charm and gentle nature..--Tyr
I much prefer sarcasm and smart-assery.
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[Post 465]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2015 08:47 AM
Michael Brett
Boston Bombing
What haunts you after an explosion
Is the eggshell nature of things,
The art forms and the dreams of madness:
The red pools, the Jackson Pollock zigzags
On grey paving slabs;
The houses sliced like cake; paper doorways;
The darkness, shock and night snapped shut
Like a pocket watch whose machinery
May be glimpsed like anemones
Waving –phosphorescent- on the darkened floors
Of barroom confessionals and consulting rooms
Whose bulbs overwinter in silent places:
Basements, lock-up garages, rucksacks and holdalls;
Or sometimes in those man-made wild places
Where no-one goes
Save the homeless and detectives, pathologists,
Under motorway ramps and railway arches.
These and subleased apartments, paid for in cash
Are sometimes states in waiting,
Like Lenin’s in Percy Street
With a policeman hiding in the grandfather clock
Who does not speak Russian;
These are the invisible other cities
Plotting against our kingdoms of the necessary nonsense,
The fables agreed upon
That stop all Romes collapsing beneath the weight
Of Sistine ceilings and marble angels, oil;
The Dr Dee levitation of shared assumptions and paper money
For –in truth-bombs show us everything we need to know:
That everything is just a house of cards
Save our need to eat and who we love.
Michael Brett 2013
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[Post 466]
Author : KitchenKitten99
Date : 05-13-2015 09:29 AM
There once was a Senator from Mass
who was searchin around for a young Lass;
He lucked out and found it;
He fucked up and drowned it.
And that was the end of that fine young ass.
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[Post 467]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 05-13-2015 09:35 AM
Moved thread to appropriate forum. :)
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[Post 468]
Author : KitchenKitten99
Date : 05-13-2015 10:28 AM
Moved thread to appropriate forum. :)
But what if I don't want to be appropriate???
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[Post 469]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 05-13-2015 11:10 AM
But what if I don't want to be appropriate???
Only the thread needed to be appropriate, YOU are free to now be inappropriate within. :beer:
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[Post 470]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2015 04:44 PM
Narrative...
The View
At the end of Mulberry street
stood a massive old and weathered oak.
With an owl rested there every night , just waiting
for the right meal to wander by,
then silent wings swooped effortlessly down
the massacre hardly made a sound at all.
I watched from my bedroom window each night to
see this act of natural savagery and the feast
Even saw a black kitten become the monster's meal
Yet never did I think of it as barbaric savagery
because man eats whatever he wants with arrogant glee
As master over all creatures and with contempt
for the weak and lame,
Throat cut and bloodied the cow so peaceful
becomes next day's burgers and we bat not an eye.
Unholy indifference reasoned to be a normal act
by we lords of the earth, we takers of all weaker
things.
Great to find the old Mulberry still a launching pad
after these past decades.
And man changes not except his clothes and his
ideas on his superiority over known and unknown Universe.
Robert J. Lindley
April 7th. 1992
note: Rarely ever do Narrative poetry as it is unrhymed but can be informative and very plainly stated.
Depends on the message one wants to convey..
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[Post 471]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2015 07:49 PM
Written by: Wystan Hugh (W H) Auden
The Fall of Rome
The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.
Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.
Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.
Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.
Caesar's double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.
Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.
Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.
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Sure seems to describe USA today, with the want to be King in charge........--Tyr
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[Post 472]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-13-2015 10:14 PM
~ Destroyer-in-Chief ~
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`Destroy America, his rule number one,
Obama is not an American son.
Killing jobs with Obamacare,
Full time and part time so be aware.
He has lied to us from day one,
And even trying to get our guns.
The Constitution means nothing to him,
Along with Reid, Pelosi and Dick Dur-bin.
The democrat party has ceased to exist,
Full of Communists and social-ists.
Take from the makers all they can,
To give it to the losers of this once great land.
Weaken America in numerous ways,
Cutting the military day by day.
Muslim by birth and still today,
“The Messiah” Obama needs to go away.
Obama’s corrupt as one can be,
From the IRS, Benghazi and AP.
Fast and Furious was number one,
And lives were lost under this Muslim.
Spying on us any way he can,
The NSA is leading the way.
The FBI are flying their drones,
Over America and all of our homes.
MOLON LABE is the battle cry,
Gun from my hand you will have to pry.
The oath I took on another day,
Is still in force this very day !!`
John D USN RVN 71, 72, 73, evac 75
9/29/2013
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[Post 473]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-14-2015 07:43 AM
~ Destroyer-in-Chief ~
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`Destroy America, his rule number one,
Obama is not an American son.
Killing jobs with Obamacare,
Full time and part time so be aware.
He has lied to us from day one,
And even trying to get our guns.
The Constitution means nothing to him,
Along with Reid, Pelosi and Dick Dur-bin.
The democrat party has ceased to exist,
Full of Communists and social-ists.
Take from the makers all they can,
To give it to the losers of this once great land.
Weaken America in numerous ways,
Cutting the military day by day.
Muslim by birth and still today,
“The Messiah” Obama needs to go away.
Obama’s corrupt as one can be,
From the IRS, Benghazi and AP.
Fast and Furious was number one,
And lives were lost under this Muslim.
Spying on us any way he can,
The NSA is leading the way.
The FBI are flying their drones,
Over America and all of our homes.
MOLON LABE is the battle cry,
Gun from my hand you will have to pry.
The oath I took on another day,
Is still in force this very day !!`
John D USN RVN 71, 72, 73, evac 75
9/29/2013
I salute the author of that fine write as a poet, a patriot and an honorable man that served this nation..--:salute:-- :beer:-Tyr
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[Post 474]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-14-2015 07:44 AM
My Girlfriend's Legs
A woman, so lovely my mind waltzed in a haze,
as the sun rose she glowed in rainbow hues;
As she stepped from bed my heartbeat would raise
into a crescendo of blasts two by two!
An image that sent waves of sweetest delight,
romance misting in the air she trailed
Save me, save me forever that glorious sight
(With her in my world I never failed.)
She that touched my inner spirit with her grace,
soft spoken words that had a sexy ring;
Memories my mind could never dare erase,
dreams so fantastic that nighttime would sing.
First time I saw those tanned sexy legs so long
I knew paradise was showing its wide open hand
Then I begged her to grab and bring me along
as she danced her way across this great land.
Those eyes that twinkled at my stumbling fall,
shine with starlight spreading unselfish cheer
Yes, sweet memories my heart captured it all
melted down every time I heard my love say, my dear!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-13-2015
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[Post 475]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-15-2015 01:03 PM
A Servant When He Reigneth
Three things make earth unquiet
And four she cannot brook
The godly Agur counted them
And put them in a book —
Those Four Tremendous Curses
With which mankind is cursed;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Old Agur entered first.
An Handmaid that is Mistress
We need not call upon.
A Fool when he is full of Meat
Will fall asleep anon.
An Odious Woman Married
May bear a babe and mend;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Is Confusion to the end.
His feet are swift to tumult,
His hands are slow to toil,
His ears are deaf to reason,
His lips are loud in broil.
He knows no use for power
Except to show his might.
He gives no heed to judgment
Unless it prove him right.
Because he served a master
Before his Kingship came,
And hid in all disaster
Behind his master's name,
So, when his Folly opens
The unnecessary hells,
A Servant when He Reigneth
Throws the blame on some one else.
His vows are lightly spoken,
His faith is hard to bind,
His trust is easy broken,
He fears his fellow-kind.
The nearest mob will move him
To break the pledge he gave —
Oh, a Servant when he Reigneth
Is more than ever slave!
© by owner. Added by volunteers for educational purposes and provided at no charge. Dmca
For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress. -- Prov. XXX. 21-22-23.
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[Post 476]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-16-2015 06:20 AM
Bad Blood
From my ancestors the Gauls I have pale blue eyes, a narrow brain, and awkwardness in competition. I think my clothes are as barbaric as theirs. But I don't butter my hair.
The Gauls were the most stupid hide-flayers and hay-burners of their time.
From them, I inherit: idolatry, and love of sacrelige; - oh! all sorts of vice, anger, lechery, - terrific stuff, lechery; - lying, above all, and laziness.
I have a horror of all trades and crafts. Bosses and workers, all of them peasants, and common. The hand that holds the pen is as good as the one that holds the plow. - What a century for hands! - I'll never learn to use my hands. And then, domesticity goes too far. The propriety of beggary shames me. Criminals are as disgusting as men without balls: I'm intact, and I don't care.
But! who has made my tongue so treacherous, that until now it has counseled and kept me in idleness? I have not used even my body to get along. Out-idling the sleepy toad, I have lived everywhere. There's not one family in Europe that I don't know. - Families, I mean, like mine, who owe their existence to the Declaration of the Rights of Man. - I have known each family's eldest son!
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If only I had a link to some point in the history of France!
But instead, nothing.
I am well aware that I have always been of an inferior race. I cannot understand revolt. My race has never risen, except to plunder: to devour like wolves a beast they did not kill.
I remember the history of France, the Eldest Daughter of the Church. I would have gone, a village serf, crusading to the Holy Land; my head is full of roads in the Swabian plains, of the sight of Byzantium, of the ramparts of Jerusalem; the cult of Mary, the pitiful thought of Christ crucified, turns in my head with a thousand profane enchantments. - I sit like a leper among broken pots and nettles, at the foot of a wall eaten away by the sun. - And later, a wandering mercenary, I would have bivouacked under German nighttimes.
Ah! one thing more: I dance the Sabbath in a scarlet clearing, with old women and children.
I don't remember much beyond this land, and Christianity. I will see myself forever in its past. But always alone; without a family; what language, in fact, did I used to speak? I never see myself in the councils of Christ; nor in the councils of the Lords, - Christ's representatives.
What was I in the century past: I only find myself today. The vagabonds, the hazy wars are gone. The inferior race has swept over all - the People, as they put it, Reason; Nation and Science.
Ah, Science! Everything is taken from the past. For the body and the soul, - the last sacrament, - we have Medicine and Philosophy, household remedies and folk songs rearrainged. And royal entertainments, and games that kings forbid! Geography, Cosmography, Mechanics, Chemistry!...
Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world moves!... And why shouldn't it?
We have visions of numbers. We are moving toward the Spirit. What I say is oracular and absolutely right. I understand, and since I cannot express myself except in pagan terms, I would rather keep quiet.
Pagan blood returns! The Spirit is at hand, why does Christ not help me, and grant my soul nobility and freedom. Ah! but the Gospel belongs to the past! The Gospel! The Gospel.
I wait gluttinously for God. I have been of an inferior race for ever and ever.
And now I am on the beaches of Brittany. Let cities light their lamps in the evening. My daytime is done; I am leaving Europe. The air of the sea will burn my lungs; lost climates will turn my skin to leather. To swim, to pulverize grass, to hunt, above all to smoke; to drink strong drinks, as strong as molten ore, - as did those dear ancestors around their fires.
I will come back with limbs of iron, with dark skin, and angry eyes: in this mask, they will think I belong to a strong race. I will have gold: I will be brutal and indolent. Women nurse these ferocious invalids come back from the tropics. I will become involved in politics. Saved.
Now I am accursed, I detest my native land. The best thing is a drunken sleep, stretched out on some strip of shore.
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But no one leaves. - Let us set out once more on our native roads, burdened with my vice, that vice that since the age of reason has driven roots of suffering into my side - that towers to heaven, beats me, hurls me down, drags me on.
Ultimate innocence, final timidity. All's said. Carry no more my loathing and treacheries before the world.
Come on! Marching, burdens, the desert, boredom and anger.
Hire myself to whom? What beasts adore? What sacred images destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lie maintain? - Through what blood wade?
Better to keep away from justice. - A hard life, outright stupor, - with a dried-out fist to lift the coffin lid, lie down, and suffocate. No old age this way, no danger: terror is very un-French.
- Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.
Oh my self-denial, my marvelous Charity! my Selfless love! And still here below!
De Profundis Domine, what an ass I am!
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When I was still a little child, I admired the hardened convict on whom the prison door will always close; I used to visit the bars and the rented rooms his presence had consecrated; I saw with his eyes the blue sky and the flower-filled work of the fields; I followed his fatal scent through city streets. He had more strength than the saints, more sense than any explorer - and he, he alone! was witness to his glory and his rightness.
Along the open road on winter nights, homeless, cold, and hungry, one voice gripped my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse." In the morning my eyes were so vacant and my face so dead, that the people I met may not even have seen me.
In cities, mud went suddenly red and black, like a mirror when a lamp in the next room moves, like treasure in the forest! Good luck, I cried, and I saw a sea of flames and smoke rise to heaven; and left and right, all wealth exploded like a billion thunderbolts.
But orgies and the companionship of women were impossible for me. Not even a friend. I saw myself before an angry mob, facing a firing squad, weeping out sorrows they could not understand, and pardoning! - like Joan of Arc! - "Priests, professors and doctors, you are mistaken in delivering me into the hands of the law. I have never been one of you; I have never been a Christian; I belong to the race that sang on the scaffold; I do not understand your laws; I have no moral sense; I am a brute; you are making a mistake..."
Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am an animal, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are fake niggers; maniacs, savages, misers, all of you. Businessman, you're a nigger; judge, you're a nigger; general, you're a nigger; emperor, old scratch-head, you're a nigger: you've drunk a liquor no one taxes, from Satan's still. - This nation is inspired by fever and cancer. Invalids and old men are so respectable that they ask to be boiled. - The best thing is to quit this continent where madness prowls, out to supply hostages for these wretches. I will enter the true kingdom of the sons of Cham.
Do I understand nature? Do I understand myself? No more words. I shroud dead men in my stomach.... Shouts, drums, dance, dance, dance! I can't even imagine the hour when the white men land, and I will fall into nothingness.
Thirst and hunger, shouts, dance, dance, dance!
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The white men are landing. Cannons! Now we must be baptized, get dressed, and go to work.
My heart has been stabbed by grace. Ah! I hadn't thought this would happen!
But I haven't done anything wrong. My days will be easy, and I will be spared repentance. I will not have had the torments of the soul half-dead to the Good, where austure light rises again like funeral candles. The fate of a first-born son, a premature coffin covered with shining tears. No doubt, perversion is stupid, vice is stupid; rottenness must always be cast away. But the clock must learn to strike more than hours of pure pain! Am I to be carried away like a child, to play in paradise, forgetting all this misery!
Quick! Are there any other lives? - Sleep for the rich is impossible. Wealth has always lived openly. divine love alone confers the keys of knowledge. I see that nature is only a show of kindness. Farewell chimeras, ideals and errors.
The reasonable song of angels rises from the rescue ship: it is divine love. - Two loves! I may die of earthly love, die of devotion. I have left behind creatures whose grief will grow at my going! You choose me from among the castaways, aren't those who remain my friends?
Save them!
I am reborn in reason. The world is good. I will bless life. I will love my brothers. There are no longer childhood promises. Nor the hope of escaping old age and death. God is my strength, and I praise God.
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Boredom is no longer my love. Rage, perversion, madness, whose every impulse and disaster I know, - my burden is set down entire. Let us appraise with clear heads the extent of my innocence.
I am no longer able to ask for the consolation of a beating. I don't imagine I'm off on a honeymoon with Jesus Christ as my father-in-law.
I am no prisoner of my own reason. I have said: God. I want freedom within salvation: how shall I go about it? A taste for frivolity has left me. No further need for divine love or for devotion to duty. I do not regret the age of emotion and feeling. To each his own reason, contempt, Charity: I keep my place at the top of the angelic ladder of good sense.
As for settled happiness, domestic or not... no, I can't. I am too dissipated, too weak. Work makes life blossom, an old idea, not mine; my life doesn't weigh enough, it drifts off and floats far beyond action, that third pole of the world.
What an old maid I'm turning into, to lack the courage to love death!
If only God would grant me that celestial calm, etherial calm, and prayer, - like the saints of old. - The Saints! They were strong! Anchorites, artists of a kind we no longer need!
Does this farce have no end? My innocence is enough to make me cry. Life is the farce we all must play.
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Stop it! this is your punishment. - Forward march!
Ah! my lungs burn, my temples roar! Night rolls in my eyes, beneath this sun! My heart... my arms and legs...
Where are we going? To battle? I am weak! the others go on ahead. Tools, weapons... give me time!...
Fire! Fire at me! Here! or I'll give myself up. - Cowards! - I'll kill myself! I'll throw myself beneath the horses' hooves!
Ah!...
- I'll get used to it.
That would be the French way, the path of honor!
Arthur Rimbaud
- As translated by Paul Schmidt, and published in 1976 by Harper Colophon Books, Harper & Row.
His version of living hell, trust me on this if nothing else, I have been in a worse place once long ago and survived it....
As my dearly departed uncle often declared, "If I were not so damn crazy, I'd go insane"!- ;)--Tyr
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[Post 477]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-16-2015 09:15 AM
http://www.poetryexplorer.net/poem.php?id=10059980
Poetry Explorer
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TO MY INGENIOUS FRIEND MR. WILLIAN FAITHORNE, ON HIS BOOK OF DRAWING, by THOMAS FLATMAN Poem Source Poet's Biography
First Line: Should I attempt an elogy, or frame
Last Line: From dull oblivion, and a gaping grave.
Subject(s): Engraving & Engravers; Faithorne, William (1616-1691)
SHOULD I attempt an elogy, or frame
A paper-structure to secure thy name,
The lightning of one censure, one stern frown
Might quickly hazard that, and thy renown.
But this thy book prevents that fruitless pain.
One line speaks purelier thee, than my best strain.
Those mysteries (once like the spiteful mould,
Which bars the greedy Spaniard from his gold)
Thou dost unfold in every friendly page,
Kind to the present, and succeeding age.
That hand, whose curious art prolongs the date
Of frail mortality, and baffles Fate
With brass and steel, can surely potent be,
To rear a lasting monument for thee:
For my part I prefer (to guard the dead)
A copper-plate beyond a sheet of lead.
So long as brass, so long as books endure,
So long as neat-wrought pieces, thou'rt secure.
A [Faithorne sculpsit] is a charm can save
From dull oblivion, and a gaping grave.
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Another one---Tyr
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A THOUGHT OF DEATH, by THOMAS FLATMAN Poem Source Poet's Biography
First Line: When on my sick bed I languish
Last Line: That lies on th' other side death's rubicon.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
WHEN on my sick bed I languish,
Full of sorrow, full of anguish,
Fainting, gasping, trembling, crying,
Panting, groaning, speechless, dying,
My soul just now about to take her flight
Into the regions of eternal night;
Oh tell me you,
That have been long below,
What shall I do!
What shall I think, when cruel Death appears,
That may extenuate my fears!
Methinks I hear some gentle Spirit say,
Be not fearful, come away!
Think with thyself that now thou shalt be free,
And find thy long-expected liberty;
Better thou mayst, but worse thou canst not be
Than in this vale of tears and misery.
Like Caesar, with assurance then come on,
And unamaz'd attempt the laurel crown,
That lies on th' other side Death's Rubicon.
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[Post 478]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-17-2015 11:24 AM
The Darkness Comes, Revelation Part One
The sky opened to a new cascade
a revolution in discord came down
Crystals shattered then remade
all cried, even the jolly clown
A great sword cut all the land
spirits rush forth in dark display
Only the strong took a stand
so easily were they swept away
What difference was death and life
earth had no meaningful replies
Each cut with twist of the knife
sent more pain before victim dies
Revelation,time had now brought on
this blackness seeped in sin
Pain lay under every unturned stone
cursed , were the souls of men
Angel of vengeance then rode forth
fire blazing from his dark eyes
This the prophesy of the far North
of plagues falling from the skies
Dying swiftly became a new relief
disease came forth in each wave
Useless were these pagan beliefs
only sweet death now could save
Yet far worse loomed just ahead
greater misery on a train was there
Such that was better off to be dead
torment spread and ruled everywhere
Down roaring tracks the evil acomin'
echoes sounded of the deepest of doom
Futile those that set out arunnin'
this darkness found every known room
Robert Lindley
August, 1989
note: Another poem from my private journal.
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[Post 479]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-17-2015 08:11 PM
Five Dark Devils
The last was deeper than the first
he for blood always ravenously thirst
Every cry was for innocent to die
demanded I give it my best try
The fourth came in like a lion
swore my soul was then dyin'
Promised relief if I but retreat
into his cold, dark cave to eat
Third was as slippery as an eel
his every dark sin I would feel
When I refused his every dark wish
made me eat raw meat from a dish
Second, a dancing ghost was he
forced me to laugh and lie by three
Every morn my head felt like lead
as he tossed me out of my bed
First was worst of the bad lot
burned my heart and all I got
Stayed until he was forced out
left with a boom and mighty shout
Five dark devils did torture me
each kept me from living free
All eventually had to fly on away
for light told them not to stay
Robert Lindley, Sept 14th 1980
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[Post 480]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-19-2015 02:33 AM
No More Stones
No more stones,my dinner plate is full
my teeth broken on that hardened heart
Broken,the heavy chain you loved to pull
dead,the horse that dragged your evil cart
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this damn misery- meal that you made
No more rocks, I am much wiser and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings
I need a sweet companion just to hold her
with fiery spirit that makes my soul sing
No more cuts, the knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deep into my brain
Holes you drilled into my sleeping skull
birth dark echoes with each aching pain
No more stabs, the kind you do so well
secrets we shared call out but I refuse
Tender were kisses and sweet your smell
now darkness looms,one I did not choose
No more cries,cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot,in this living Hell
Mercy arrived today,came from far above
told me,see her as dust in a dry well
No more shouts,soft words decorating you
songs I wrote,in praise of your romance
Foolish me,gave you more than your due
wrapped in love,so deep in a blind trance
No more stones,my dinner plate is full
my teeth broken on that hardened heart
Broken,the heavy chain you loved to pull
dead,the horse that dragged your evil cart
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this damn misery- meal that you made
Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.
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[Post 481]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-19-2015 09:46 AM
Huge Blue Eyes That Speak
I heard your bright eyes, they speak
your lusts they did so softly leak
Penetrating my best hidden shield
seeking,long night's greatest yield
Searching for touch to find it all
a rapture that does then enthrall
Speak more with those blue eyes
painting days of sweet sunny skies
The images those thoughts project
stirs my love to hold and protect
I would crumble in your soft embrace
happily lose myself without a trace
Eyes saying,I want your hot passion
me replying but I am so old fashion
Cries for me to melt deep into you
know your soul,finding every clue
Should you speak that way again
you will be far more than a friend
I will seek to make you all mine
on our love we shall forever dine
Those eyes place passion in my heart
each blink cranks up the loving start
Even your breath now sings to me
this my darling is how it should be
Eyes that sparkle and deeply shine
begging for nights of roses and wine
Life's love mysteries are no more
tonight I shall land upon your shore
I heard your bright eyes, they speak
your lusts they did so softly leak
Penetrating my best hidden shield
seeking,long night's greatest yield
Searching for touch to find it all
a rapture that does then enthrall
Speak more with those blue eyes
painting days of sweet sunny skies
Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015
Note: One not dark, a request from a dear friend...
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[Post 482]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-21-2015 08:42 AM
The poet Thomas Moore (1779-1852) was born in Dublin but lived in Sloperton, near Bowood House, where he was a frequent visitor at the social gatherings of his patron, the Marquis of Lansdowne. Together with the Marquis of Lansdowne and the Wiltshire poets Crabbe and Bowles, he was present at the grand opening of the Bath Royal Literary and Scientific Institution in January 1825. From his diaries we get a flavour of this evening:
The grand opening today of the Literary Institution in Bath. Attended the inaugural lecture by Sir G. Gibbs, at two. Walked about a little afterwards - and to dinner at six. Lord Lansdowne was in the chair [...] "Lord L. alluded to us in his first speech, as among the literary ornaments, if not of Bath itself of its precinct [...].
Thomas Moore then himself gave a speech, received by "a burst of enthusiasm" by his audience in which he talked of the "springs of health with which nature had gift the fair city of Bath".
Thomas Moore and his wife Bessie were frequent visitors to the city, as their beloved daughter Anastasia went to school here. His poetry was loved by his contemporaries, especially his Irish Melodies, Lalla Rookh and the Loves of the Angels. In Prose he wrote the Life of Sheridan and as a friend of Lord Byron, he published The Letters and Journals of Lord Byron and in 1830 edited Byron's collected works. He was a frequent guest in aristocratic circles at Lacock Abbey and Bowood, dining, dancing, singing, reciting poetry and talking about politics.This was witnessed by an astonished 6th Duke of Devonshire, visiting Bowood in April 1826, who wrote in his diary that Thomas Moore, "the little urchin" was shown straight into Lord Lansdowne's room without any ceremony.
The Bath Royal Literary and Scientific Institution is fortunate in having in its collection a bust of the poet Thomas Moore.
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After the Battle
by Thomas Moore
Night closed around the conqueror's way,
And lightnings show'd the distant hill,
Where those who lost that dreadful day
Stood few and faint, but fearless still.
The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal,
For ever dimm'd, for ever crost --
Oh! who shall say what heroes feel,
When all but life and honour's lost?
The last sad hour of freedom's dream,
And valour's task, moved slowly by,
While mute they watch'd, till morning's beam
Should rise and give them light to die.
There's yet a world, where souls are free,
Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss; --
If death that world's bright opening be,
Oh! who would live a slave in this?
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An Expostulation to Lord King
by Thomas Moore
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all
The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn,
When you know, if one hasn't a very high rental,
'Tis hardly worth while being very high born?
Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life,
On a question, my Lord, there's so much to abhor in?
A question - like asking one, "How is your wife?" --
At once so confounded domestic and foreign.
As to weavers, no matter how poorly they feast;
But Peers, and such animals, fed up for show,
(Like the well-physick'd elephant, lately deceas'd,)
Take wonderful quantum of cramming, you know.
You might see, my dear Baron, how bor'd and distrest
Were their high noble hearts by your merciless tale,
When the force of the agony wrung even a jest
From the frugal Scotch wit of my Lord L-d-d-le!
Bright Peer! to whom Nature and Berwickshire gave
A humour, endow'd with effects so provoking,
That, when the whole House looks unusually grave,
You may always conclude that Lord L-d-d-le's joking!
And then, those unfortunate weavers of Perth -
Not to know the vast difference Providence dooms
Between weavers of Perth and Peers of high birth,
'Twixt those who have heir-looms, and those who've but looms!
"To talk now of starving!" - as great Ath-l said --
(and nobles all cheer'd, and the bishops all wonder'd,)
"When, some years ago, he and others had fed
Of these same hungry devils about fifteen hundred!"
It follows from hence - and the Duke's very words
Should be publish'd wherever poor rogues of this craft are --
That weavers,once rescued from starving by Lords,
Are bound to be starved by said Lords ever after.
When Rome was uproarious, her knowing patricians
Made "Bread and the Circus" a cure for each row;
But not so the plan of our noble physicians,
"No Bread and the Tread-mill" 's the regimen now.
So cease, my dear Baron of Ockham, your prose,
As I shall my poetry -- neither convinces;
And all we have spoken and written but show,
When you tread on a nobleman's corn, how he winces.
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[Post 483]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-21-2015 09:52 AM
Never shown this poem to anybody before but feel its time.. -Tyr
Death of My Father
Sunrise seen from hospital window view
his body wasting away nearby
Nothing! Nothing, I could ever do
death was coming and I knew not the why
Strong man lay there in misery and pain
cancer eating away his precious life
Teenage son about to go completely insane
coming fate was just too damn much strife
Darkness played deep in that small room
of what use speed, strength and skill
Against cancer and its mad racing doom
reality was, it is soon going to kill
Now those past memories savagely haunts
with mornings of morbidly saddened blues
After nights of dark spirits giving taunts
pray no others walk in these tired, sad shoes!
Robert J. Lindley
Note: I was 15 and spent 72/96 hour shifts in hospital with my dad as he was dying with cancer.
My brother Ricky and I stayed there during the weekdays and mom came for weekends.
Those 4 months felt like 40 years! I could do nothing to stop what was coming.I vowed then to make
somebody pay for this and it turned out to be me that I punished.
Here I am 46 years later and still see this as the greatest test of my soul ever. Also I see how
it changed me forever.
My dad was sent home to die after his operation. He lasted 6 times longer than they said he would.
Tough as nails was he.
I wrote that poem at age 35, 20 years after his passing.
I think of my dad every day, every day...... Sixty-one and still miss him...
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[Post 484]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-21-2015 08:26 PM
Three Moons Barking
Three moons barking, silvery shadow each
midnight echoes seek the night-lark glow
shining right there,yet just out of reach
Silver mist enchants the lovers scene
touching to increase the memories
moonbeams wrap all in a brilliant sheen
Midnight dance,three moon plays the part
gifting a mood meant only for lovers
each sharing the others softly aching heart
Summer night set to hold this long embrace
deepest in the long tender kisses
love so set in stone,nothing can erase
Three moons barking, silvery shadow each
midnight echoes seek the night-lark glow
shining right there,yet just out of reach
Robert J. Lindley, 05-21 -2015
Note: Written for a contest.
16 LINES OR LESS, SUBJECT LOVE AND MOONLIGHT
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[Post 485]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2015 11:17 PM
This from my private journal. Hope you may enjoy...-Tyr
Where Led That Path Not Taken
Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain
How stands the present crop
thistles and thorns by the wayside
Will this marathon stop
seeking my shelter calm Bay-side
Will time dare to yield
harvest of sweet, delightful fruits
Can I drop my old shield
steady in faith of my parental roots
Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain
Robert J. Lindley
02, 23, 1990
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[Post 486]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-23-2015 11:06 AM
Greed, Man's Affliction
What world will mankind create next
using his arrogance as a pretext?
Another sham to satisfy his greed
stealing daily from those in need
Will man next conquer the moon
steal and sell all too soon
Reach out to space to grab more
selling stars from galactic shore
When will the greed ever stop
or man dare reap an honest crop
Could be only after death rebukes
greed's power far greater than nukes
What world will mankind create next
using his arrogance as a pretext?
Another sham to satisfy his greed
stealing daily from those in need
Robert J. Lindley, 05-23-2015
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[Post 487]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-23-2015 06:50 PM
Posting a poem written by my poet friend , Lindsay Laurie, an Australian that inks the page quite well.
Hope you may enjoy this write as much as I did. Added this poem to my fav list and he kindly gave his permission just this morning for me to present the poem here. -Tyr
Poems by Lindsay Laurie
Sunrise on the Living Desert
Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies.
Land shaded lemon; last star dies…
Lightening blue spreads far and wide,
a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived.
This living desert yawns and wakes.
A foreign sparrow flits and takes
what morsel that darkness denied
to night feeders who now hide.
The sun begins its golden rise.
Shadows bear before my eyes.
Range of mountains now in view
look purple hazed and crumpled too.
A gentle breeze blows cool and soft.
A drifting hawk soars past aloft.
A static call echo's the morning.
Somewhere close, the first days warning.
There's golden bloom on mulga's face,
saltbush combines in shadow space,
a rabbit warren mounds the sand!
Three's company seems hand in hand.
The rugged hillside carved away,
gorged and furrowed brown and gray.
Eroded sand displays the shale,
where layered seams look to impale.
Tufted grasses dry and withered,
amongst that broken shale that slivered.
Stand out quartz already bright;
The rising sun turns glistening white.
A different swallow, black and white;
blue backed wrens dart out of sight.
Sunning now on walking tracks,
lay together; shingle backs.
And now the scene spreads far and wide,
to struggling wattle; sheer cliff side.
On closer look near at the base,
three kangaroos take a two-step pace.
Stillness lingers, there's an unknown call,
what bird is that? I love them all!
And the red plain grows beneath blue skies,
as the living desert welcomes sunrise.
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[Post 488]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-24-2015 12:38 PM
The Goddess of Nature, A Visit
The depth of the journey ventured!
Across the vast plains I glide: the sky beaming down upon my back.
This my trek-- sends tingles into my hardened soul.
A feast! A galactic flight into the realms of Nature's mysteries.
I stand upon a forested shore, the sun speaks;
the wind beckons me forward into the welcoming glen.
I tread lightly and silently to observe without damage or distress,
the wildlife that now stirs my dreams.
As waves of purest delight enter my mind, the birds sing out in tune.
A melody so fine the earth snatches at the moon!
I hold my position to absorb this enchantment longer.
I am open my heart to grab the spirit,
the olden deity that sees my true soul.
I float in a mirage that mists my face with colors, smells and kisses of glory!
The she appears!
The Goddess of Nature, a raven haired beauty of grace.
Touching my heart as it races to catch her majesty!
This is the scene I saw in my dream before the adventure and day's sojourn.
The beauty of She that holds the sky, the woods , mountains and the seas in her hands.
Time stands still for an eternity , then...
She lets me go,
A release back into my reality.
I again see her handiwork and marvel at this gift.
This creation that mankind fails to appreciate or understand!
All is stored in a memory for replay and wonderment.
A carved image of Nature and her majesty that soothes the ever yearning heart!
Robert J. Lindley
Sept. 1993
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[Post 489]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-24-2015 01:01 PM
A haiku, contest write.. -Tyr
Sky pose on paper
eternity in a breath
broken shoes both blue
Syllable count, 5 7 5... 3 lines,
standard English haiku
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[Post 490]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-25-2015 10:04 PM
Remove Illusion And Its Dark Mask
A nail in each eye may gift light
for to see without eyes is sight
One must hold the heart to task
remove illusion and its dark mask
Ears become echo chambers of fact
heart and soul both remain intact
Spiritual knowledge soon appears
in volume when there are no fears
Clear the mind of selfish thought
victory in battle faithfully fought
Allow the soft breeze to rush on in
Truth of life only then will begin
Defining moment,a magnificent start
divine guidance will play it's part
A dark veil will have been lifted
bumper crop harvested,wheat sifted
Light of Truth requires a new clean slate
our blessing is the power to change our Fate!
True life,true love both are difficult tasks
neither can be had while we wear our masks!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-25-2015
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[Post 491]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-26-2015 07:59 PM
Forgotten Love, So Deeply Regretted
After the fire has burned very low,
the shadows move with sinister look,
You see the place you fear to go
think of the truest lover you forsook;
Did not that Love manifest its worth,
a touch that reached your needy soul,
Embraced your heart giving a rebirth,
remove that all too heavy deadening toll;
And sleep within your dreams a delight,
golden kiss wrapped in softest touch
The greatest Lover never given sight
As you so loved yourself far too much.
Robert J. Lindley
OCT, 14TH 1979
Note: Bringing this out from my private journal to see the light of day.
Hope you may enjoy it as I remember being very sad when writing it.
Only one other ever saw it(a copy), sent it back with tear stains on it
but took no action. Such is life, we win some , we lose some..
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[Post 492]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-27-2015 08:20 PM
Poetry, Lost In My Thoughts
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost,listening to a vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
Words given by ancient gnarly trees
echoes embraced from tumbling seas
Sounds of silence in forested glen
far away from greed and wiles of men
Cry from distant star or cold stone
shadows dancing by moonlight shown
Fleeting grabs at moments of serenity
promising future gift of infinity
I am giant tree reaching to the sky
spreading my limbs out and so high
Mirror of Life's fantastic desires
a creature cast from heavenly fires
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost,listening to a vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
Imagination brings sweet words to ink
volleys from ship impossible to sink
Heart beaten into indestructible bell
Sounding red rose,eating its smell
I am a river,flooding poetic page
servant of Nature,slave to my sage
Erupting volcano spewing heated ash
darkness that dares to live to smash
The great joy of seeing a newborn son
elation of finishing a marathon run
Memories of dancing in pouring rain
blessing of finding lost love again
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost,listening to a vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-27-2015
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[Post 493]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-28-2015 08:33 PM
Because Baby, I Sit Here Naked And Alone
Sweet baby, you can curse me when I am gone
you can scream it out, kick my headstone
But baby, you really should pick up the phone
because baby, I sit here naked and alone!
Crank that Mustang and fly on over here
I have my lust for you and cold beer
Candle in the window for romantic lights
longing for one of our not sleeping nights!
Darling, rip off your clothes on your way in
mad passion explodes on us as we begin
Remember your promises from our last dance
your swore forever to this hot romance!
Just now I put your favorite beer on ice
when we rest the taste will be so nice
Bring your best see-through just to tease
all your sexual desires I plan to please!
Sweet baby, you can curse me when I am gone
you can scream it out, kick my headstone
But baby, you really should pick up the phone
because baby, I sit here naked and alone!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-28-2015
Note - Written for contest, theme is Get Your Romance On.
Any rhyming form of 32 verses or less. The sexier the better.
Dazzle me.
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[Post 494]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-29-2015 09:45 PM
The Mystic Scene
The glow of a summer day breaking,
whispers of clouds drifting in,
Rose bushes rising in deep beauty,
symphony to the angels of morn.
Sun gifts the rays of natural life
around We that seek the longing day,
A dance of intensely strong melody,
enters souls ripened for the beauty.
Robert J. Lindley, May 9th, 1975
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[Post 495]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-30-2015 10:13 AM
Off With Their Filthy Heads
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Those that say nay are simply afraid
going against the massive power laid
What power, have any over the Soul
death is always the unavoidable toll
A man walks his very own selfish path
bringing on misery and darkened wrath
Why not step off that selfish trail
avoid the sending one deep into Hell
Every king served a spiritual master
bad deed brought judgment ever faster
Yet having power over life and death
was a stone choking their every breath
Shall you be stalwart and honor true
let your gentle heart judge only you
Leave others to see your honoring him
or walk blindly with their light so dim
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Yes, we dare to oppose those tyrant Kings
Slay them , give that filthy crown a fling
Off their heads with true justice abated
justice the goal never with vengeance hated!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-06-2015
Note: The term "King" is used to denote great power and not necessarily royalty
in its usual interpretation.
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My popularity took a 90% hit after I dared to post this poem on my poetry site.
I knew my popularity would take a major hit , posted the poem anyways. Thats just how I am.
However had not a clue it would be that big of a hit. Now I simply must write a poem far more scathing
of the corrupt obama regime.
Folks, speaking truth always comes at a high cost. People, many people hate to hear or read it..
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[Post 496]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-01-2015 11:29 PM
Within The Mind, A Storm Blasts Out Flashes
Inside the head, the brain, the human mind
are passageways filtered in dark stains,
Thoughts deep, dark and so ravenously unkind
sit like waste stuck in kitchen drains.
Within the soul, longings await a new life
with love that is so rightly sealed,
Dreams of sweetest pleasure with no strife
and old wounds that have been healed.
Inside the heart, mists of soft dreaming love
yielding to the lusts of flesh so weak,
Stares out upon the sky filled with stars above
daring only to imagine but never speak.
Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes
brilliance wrapped in hardened shells,
Fueled by great pain and bad emotional crashes
fear sounds out like loud warning bells.
Behind the eyes, sits a screen showing all
movies and plays of dreams not born,
Danger creeping down a darkened castle hall
bringing death some future winter morn.
Robert J. Lindley
Nov. 18th, 1986
Note: From my private journal, an old poem written during a very bad time in my life.
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[Post 497]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-02-2015 07:21 PM
I Will Rise, Above Heart's Weakness
Shall I bend, to your massive will
break chains of my aching heart
Or with infinite time wait until
life gives love's sweet restart
Shall I cry, into your bad heart
show pain dripping in blood
Or wait until we dare race apart
in a deluge waiting to flood
Should I weep, for your mistakes
eat truth to save your soul
Beg forever even more hard retakes
and love burning like a coal
Should I grovel, in abject shame
a man dying in his despair
A fool uncaring of his family name
begging again without a care
I will look, again into dark eyes
fight blackness that stares back
Choose to forget your very bad lies
seek deeper love that you lack
I will rise, above heart's weakness
cut out my longing love needs
Forget your sexy body and sleekness
which my dream forever feeds
Robert J. Lindley
Note: Written decades ago but edited
this morn to remove too many very personal verses.
The original stays private within my journal.
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[Post 498]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-02-2015 10:46 PM
Introductory Note
THESE verses and brief pieces of prose, which one might call prose poems, are selected from the two books of his poems Ernest Dowson saw published in his short lifetime (1867-1900). First published was Verses (1896); second was Decorations in Verse and Prose (1899). The two longer prose selections included here are from his book Dilemmas: Stories and Studies in Sentiment (1895).
In presenting any considerable selection of Dowson’s work to readers familiar only with his few widely anthologized poems, or but slightly acquainted with his tragic life, one can hardly do better than to quote from the introduction to the biography researched and written by Mark Longaker:
“Although by no means a poet of the front rank,” Longaker wrote, “Ernest Dowson’s place in literature is secure. No anthologist who presumes to select the best poems in the language can possibly ignore him, and no literary historian who is concerned with true poetic values can identify him with a movement and pass on. That his verse profits by selection cannot be gainsaid, but there is more lyric beauty in his slender volumes than is generally believed. He is far more than a one-poem poet: exquisite as the ‘Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae’ is, it is by no means all of Dowson, or all we need to know.
“Nor is the view of the vexed and torn spirit, the refugee in cabmen’s shelters, East End dives, and dimly lighted cafes around les Halles a complete and balanced portrait of Dowson. It is true that his life was lived amongst shadows rather than light, but on occasion sunbeams filtered through the wall of cloud with which his heredity and environment surrounded him. His life and character cannot be called exemplary, but it can readily be shown that he was far from the wastrel that he is often pictured. Without laboring the point, one who has familiarized himself with the facts can readily conclude that Dowson was more a victim of circumstance than one who deliberately cultivated nostalgie de la boue and chose the path which led to evil and destruction. Of admiration for his character and life there can be little; but it is easy to like Ernest Dowson, and to wish that something might have been done to give him sanctuary from the world and from himself.”
And for a comprehensive, balanced account of the life of Dowson, one could hardly do better than to buy or borrow a copy of Professor Longaker’s Ernest Dowson, published by the University of Pennsylvania Press, Third Edition, April 1967.
—Wiley Clements
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He wrote so many truly great poems! I chose this one to present tonight. Very likely will feature much more of his work as I just found him last week and am now a huge fan.-Tyr
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Impenitentia Ultima
BEFORE my light goes out forever if God should give me a choice of graces,
I would not reck of length of days, nor crave for things to be;
But cry: "One day of the great lost days, one face of all the faces,
Grant me to see and touch once more and nothing more to see.
"For, Lord, I was free of all Thy flowers, but I chose the world’s sad roses,
And that is why my feet are torn and mine eyes are blind with sweat,
But at Thy terrible judgement-seat, when this my tired life closes,
I am ready to reap whereof I sowed, and pay my righteous debt.
"But once the sand is run and the silver thread is broken,
Give me a grace and cast aside the veil of dolorous years,
Grant me one hour of all mine hours, and let me see for a token
Her pure and pitiful eyes shine out, and bathe her feet with tears."
Her pitiful hands should calm, and her hair stream down and blind me,
Out of the sight of night, and out of the reach of fear,
And her eyes should be my light whilst the sun went out behind me,
And the viols in her voice be the last sound in mine ear.
Before the ruining waters fall and my life be carried under,
And Thine anger cleave me through as a child cuts down a flower,
I will praise Thee, Lord, in Hell while my limbs are racked asunder,
For the last sad sight of her face and the little grace of an hour.
Ernest Dowson
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[Post 499]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-03-2015 09:56 AM
Memories Of Crossing Fires And True Romance
Upon the deep waters of life long endured
are joys and pains of we that did dance
Testament that we did indeed live is assured
are memories of crossing fires and romance
Place and time of true living rightly secured
In the great divide, death's lonely separation
darkness and regret often loom so large
Our loved ones lost need no bold proclamation
made by we in great despair left in charge
Rather we hold onto sweet memories so dear
rainbow rays of love and celebrations
Yield not to the misery of many sad tears
dance gaily with thoughts of our consolations
Acknowledge happiness in the passing years
Songs bring memories we eternally cherish
a chorus of moments we joyfully shared
This our sacrament shall not ever perish
memories of those loved, that lived and dared!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 500]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-04-2015 08:14 PM
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
What to Submit?
One Cinquain Style Poem
Only one stanza, just one, 1, one, one stanza,
The theme is your choice but within the guidelines of the site..
There two types of Cinquain Poems this is what I want
An example of Modern Cinquain poem..
Author: Adelaide Crapsey
Title: Three Silent Things
These be
Three silent things
The falling snow...the hour
Before the dawn..the mouth of one
Just dead..
Take notice:
First line..two syllables or two single syllable words
Second line: Four syllables or four single syllable words
Third line: Six syllables or six singled syllable words
Fourth line: Eight syllables or eight single syllable words
Fifth line: Two syllables or two single syllable word
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[Post 501]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-06-2015 12:12 PM
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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[Post 502]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 06-06-2015 10:18 PM
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
....My friend....Check this out...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQs6s6mZd6I
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[Post 503]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2015 08:05 AM
....My friend....Check this out...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQs6s6mZd6I
:beer: :beer:..... Tyr
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[Post 504]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2015 08:10 AM
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
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[Post 505]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2015 07:16 PM
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.
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[Post 506]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-08-2015 07:22 PM
Dear Mr. Robert J. Lindley,
You made me a fan of your poetry! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/good.gif
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[Post 507]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2015 08:09 PM
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
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[Post 508]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-09-2015 07:02 PM
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
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[Post 509]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-10-2015 02:36 PM
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
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[Post 510]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-10-2015 04:51 PM
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
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[Post 511]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-10-2015 08:57 PM
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
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[Post 512]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-10-2015 11:08 PM
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
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[Post 513]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-11-2015 07:28 PM
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
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[Post 514]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-12-2015 02:32 AM
A Germ Of Hope
Just a little thought this very bright day
a ray of Hope wrapped in forgotten dust
Shall we dare to dance as they so often say
step into sweet heart of endearing trust
Tiny step, one that precedes a coming leap
not waiting for the fine music to play
Germ of Hope aching for a harvest to reap
in solemn trust of a united future day
Born of Hope the coming great romantic affair
a solid tree grown from the smallest germ
Fruits to eat within the two hearts we share
glorious sweet apple minus the nasty worm
Sweet little germ, fine and most neat one
uniting two souls moment they first met
Growing fantastic romance just set to run
with happiest moments two lovers ever get
Just a little thought this very bright day
a ray of Hope wrapped in forgotten dust
Shall we dare to dance as they so often say
step into sweet heart of endearing trust
Robert J. Lindley
Note: First seeing the light of day. Was written
in my private journal back in 1973 .
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[Post 515]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-12-2015 08:17 PM
Blue Eyes That Her Glory Reflects
(Through Your Eyes)(Visual# 4)
Bright glittering gold bleeds into blue eyes
heart's beauty reflected in calm skies
Magnificent splendor of my lover's face
her memory eternity can not erase
Robert J. Lindley, 06-12-2015
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Written for contest..
Nette's contest, "Through Your Eyes"
Number of words used was max, 25 words.
Visual 4..
Note-I was inspired and wrote a much longer poem but this is the short
version allowed by contest requirements.
The long poem is in my private journal.
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[Post 516]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-13-2015 12:44 PM
You Can Never Truly Go Back
Life is forever changing its stripes
very few things stay the same
Time flows on, most things it wipes
often we are the ones to blame
Racing back to relive memories dear
a failed trip into happier day
Suddenly we must face what we fear
time makes most things go away
When we go to most cherished places
found changes hurting our souls
Not there are the old well loved faces
sadness replaces longed for goals
If only, just a moment when a lost Dad
could be found by journeying back
I would give all wealth that I ever had
for his touch that kept me on track
Life is forever changing its stripes
very few things stay the same
Time flows on, most things it wipes
often we are the ones to blame
Robert J. Lindley , 06-13-2015
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[Post 517]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-17-2015 08:46 AM
A Shining Light To Those Still Lost
In that moment, between day and night
the time you may choose to sacrifice
your own spirit, heart, soul or mind
Goodness breaks out with the light
far more than enough just to suffice
seeing past the apathy of the blind!
That moment, you choose to freely give
greatness be it very large or small
wraps you in a magic, fleeting embrace
Perhaps even daring to allow to live
momentary giant that stands so tall
great credit to life and human race!
That moment, the blessing of Love
splendor of giving at great cost
seals great reward to all it reaches
Shall be praised, recorded from above
a shining Light to those still lost
example of true Love that teaches!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015
Note: Came to me this morn , this thought ,
this poem was born.
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[Post 518]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-17-2015 07:18 PM
Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal
Dark shadows of death it enshrouds,
roaring lightning in storming clouds
Flames it destroys as it dares burn
Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn
Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills
long before creeping dawn-time chills
Yet its mercy screams out very loud
candlelight given unto good and proud
Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs
echoes songs of glistening waking frogs
Far above the ancient nighttime croaks
angels remove earthly blinding cloaks
At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks
Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015
Note: A sonnet written to ease hearts pain
and shatter the slow purple haze.
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[Post 519]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-18-2015 04:31 AM
Blank verse
(from reflections of my gone youth)
I have not forgotten and will never forget you, even when I stop remembering your name...
We've become stupid train passengers careening in an endless thread of Time.
Once we were in different cars and this can not be helped...
Because of the hardships and mad hustle everybody is shaken by the road fever
Especially because the cries of speakers and drum rumble burst into car windows...
The train is rushing as it should be, by his spiral way,
And if it has a stronger drifting on turnings we must not be afraid,
As it is run by people paid for it...
I do not believe in terrible, but if it happens and I can get out of the wreckage
I still can find you among thousands of others,
As I remember the smell of your hairs.
Sorry if my translation is poor. In Russian it sounds pretty good and I tried to do my best.
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[Post 520]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-18-2015 08:09 AM
Blank verse
(from reflections of my gone youth)
I have not forgotten and will never forget you, even when I stop remembering your name...
We've become stupid train passengers careening in an endless thread of Time.
Once we were in different cars and this can not be helped...
Because of the hardships and mad hustle everybody is shaken by the road fever
Especially because the cries of speakers and drum rumble burst into car windows...
The train is rushing as it should be, by his spiral way,
And if it has a stronger drifting on turnings we must not be afraid,
As it is run by people paid for it...
I do not believe in terrible, but if it happens and I can get out of the wreckage
I still can find you among thousands of others,
As I remember the smell of your hairs.
Sorry if my translation is poor. In Russian it sounds pretty good and I tried to do my best.
Very nice.....I hope you found her and married her!-Tyr
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[Post 521]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-18-2015 09:46 AM
Very nice.....I hope you found her and married her!-Tyr
Oh, No! It is dedicated to the First Love.
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[Post 522]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-18-2015 03:40 PM
Darkness Devours Another Soul
(Tenebris deuorat supervenit alia anima)
Deep into his soul, he drank the bitterest brew
reeking of pain and spilled blood in sad wine.
All went so well with this black torturing stew
heartaches and terror fruits now so very fine!
Past sins ripped his heart into pieces of regret
his miseries birthed nothing that changed life.
Prayers given failed and changed nothing yet
storms ate his soul and cast forth future strife!
Laments of crying pain stirred no hearing soul
As the great monster sat for a satisfying feast.
Stopping deep and savage hurt was the only goal
slaying the heart of the massive destroying beast!
Deep into his soul, he drank the bitterest brew
reeking of pain and spilled blood in sad wine.
All went so well with this black torturing stew
heartaches and terrors fruits now so very fine!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015
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[Post 523]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-18-2015 05:49 PM
The Bloom Off The Flower,The Dying Rose
Old,blind and very ill,they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night
In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body,so silent we never hear it
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam
As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip,to Heaven or Hell
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap
What was once singing,love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on these dying old
The bloom off the flower,the dying rose
cries all face it,venturing where it goes!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015
Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.
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[Post 524]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-18-2015 05:56 PM
The Bloom Off The Flower,The Dying Rose
This is Great! It is a real talent, gift to be able to choose proper words to make a person feeling. Thank you again!
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[Post 525]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 06-18-2015 06:36 PM
This is Great! It is a real talent, gift to be able to choose proper words to make a person feeling. Thank you again!
Balu....yup....Tyr is good like that...:cool:
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[Post 526]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-18-2015 08:28 PM
Balu....yup....Tyr is good like that...:cool:
Thanks, fifty years writing I should at least know something... ;)
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to LongTermGuy again.--- :beer: :beer:
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[Post 527]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-18-2015 08:36 PM
Thanks, fifty years writing I should at least know something... ;)
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to LongTermGuy again.--- :beer: :beer:
And the most fascinating thing is that you know HOW to deliver what you have in your Soul. And you really have. :clap:
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[Post 528]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-18-2015 08:54 PM
Dear Robert,
Unfortunately I am not allowed to raise your reputation, though I am eager to. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/sad.gif
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[Post 529]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-19-2015 10:06 AM
A Look Inward
For all I ever once was
all I ever want to be,
fleeting mists singing
and rising fogs in morn
sunset views triumphant;
resting deep inside of me
shadows of a spirit
cold and stark in reality.
R. J. Lindley,
March 11, 1976
A Look Backward
For all I ever once did
and all my heart sees,
glowing memories
and loves beyond measure
days the sun stirs;
rainbows softly drifting
spirit patiently waiting
love's hopes sweetly livin'.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-04-2015
Found this old poem(very rare free verse from 39 years ago) and decided to give
a new and up to date answer/reply.
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[Post 530]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-19-2015 05:32 PM
Spouts A Very Small And Magical Fountain
There is a mystical land in this world
where compassion is increased in scope
There rests a shining banner unfurled
holding heart's greatest gift in Hope!
High upon a snow-laden majestic mountain
in a hidden cave very deep within
Spouts a very small and magical fountain
that serves to shrink living men!
A mere taste of its free flowing gift
casts forth a great magical spell
Father time is then eternally set adrift
rose fragrance comes forth the smell!
A new man found suddenly small his size
cutting his arrogant follies down
Instantly his heart grew so very wise
and no longer lived he as a clown!
His short stature forced him to look up
thus Heavenly look was his new view
Love of All filled his heart's new cup
he saw things bright and brand new!
High upon a snow-laden majestic mountain
in a hidden cave very deep within
Spouts a very small and magical fountain
that serves to shrink living men!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-19-2015
NOTE: This was a unfinished poem written back in 1983,
I just finished it today after finding it late
last night tucked in an old letter in a box of books.
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[Post 531]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-20-2015 12:39 AM
Restored Was His Heart, Soul And Might
(The Woodsman)
Hollow place in the woods most deep,
now unmolested by man or by beast.
Reserved for a wise visitor's return,
a promise he swore one day to keep,
when starry night holds a big feast!
Life called the woodsman far away,
into a war he was so sadly cast.
He simply had rushed to take his turn,
sacred duty in life he had to pay,
while praying it not to be his last.
Shell and shock had laid him so low,
laying in a hospital back East.
That vow was not forgotten by he,
April, time came for him there to go,
to partake in a moonlight feast!
Arriving back there with setting sun,
he trekked into forest all alone.
Returning king was this brave man,
a true woodsman and Nature's son,
above him glory of moonlight shone.
Found again the hollow so very deep,
his throne nestled, cozy and fine.
Moonlight and Nature did so conspire,
as he laid down to peacefully sleep,
to ease his tired and troubled mind!
Waking with the soft, wet morning dew,
this king greeted Nature and the day.
Smile that gave all there such delight,
so his life danced and began again anew,
restored was his heart, soul and might!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2015
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[Post 532]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-21-2015 09:29 AM
Thoughts On The Rail
I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!
I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!
May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Above the din of sin and earthly strife!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015
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[Post 533]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-24-2015 02:06 PM
Thunder In My Faithful Heart
How dare the God of Thunder to strike
this mountain top I so happily rest
Has he no fear of my greatest dislike
of disturbing me while at my best?
Behold! A spirit that strikes him back
A defiance of his mad arrogant power
He dares launch such surprise attack?
where I rest my weary bones that hour?
Nay! I defy him to dare to strike me
soul filled with courage of my mind
His mistake he shall in the future see!
He dares to disturb now another kind!
I that, hold Thunder in my faithful heart
Scoff at this futile war he dares to start!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-24-2015
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[Post 534]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2015 09:32 AM
I Shall Not Embrace Your Cold Heart
I shall not embrace your cold heart
Nor look into those vicious eyes
Love exists not on a scientific chart
But in passion and heart's ties
I shall not eat of the jaded fruit
Offering you set at my place
Nor fall for your so sexy and cute
Smile upon such a pretty face
I shall not lie upon the bed you offer
Nor drink from the cup you stain
O' yes, I am now your biggest scoffer
Love broken was my greatest pain
I shall not embrace your cold heart
Nor look into those vicious eyes
Love exists not on a scientific chart
But in passion and heart's ties
Robert J. Lindley , 06-28-2015
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[Post 535]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2015 02:15 PM
The Song Of The Vietnam Vet
As blood comes pouring from his bowels
The skin all broken open
The itching that does never stop
The anger that was spoken
At the vet from Vietnam
The scars so deep within
The awful pains of memory
The mind all filled with din
The self hatred, that fills his heart
The anger, oh, the anger
Though he is very far away
From all that senseless danger
The war goes on, and on, and on
Until his dying day
That’s the vet from Vietnam
And he must live this way
He gave his life to serve his country
Though he is not quite dead
His life will never be the same
Each day is filled with dread
And no one really cares at all
Although they say they do
About that poor old veteran
Who fought for you, and you
Peter Duggan 28 June 2015
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This great poem is by my very good friend, the Australian poet , Peter Duggan that served in Vietnam.
I checked in today and saw this and snatched it. I Didnt even ask!!!! haha..
He previously told me not to ask each time but instead to just copy and then present any of his poems I wanted to present here!
Got from him in private conversations that Vietnam did a number on him for decades afteward but he is alright now.--Tyr
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[Post 536]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-28-2015 02:22 PM
The Song Of The Vietnam Vet
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This great poem is by my very good friend, the Australian poet , Peter Duggan that served in Vietnam.
I checked in today and saw this and snatched it. I Didnt even ask!!!! haha..
He previously told me not to ask each time but instead to just copy and then present any of his poems I wanted to present here!
Got from him in private conversations that Vietnam did a number on him for decades afteward but he is alright now.--Tyr
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[Post 537]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2015 07:27 PM
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Yes, it was damn tough on those caught in the middle but then again so is every damn war.
Women , children and the old and weak suffer the most it seems.
but,
What did you think about the poet's poem? -Tyr
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[Post 538]
Author : Balu
Date : 06-28-2015 09:10 PM
but,
What did you think about the poet's poem? -Tyr
It is a VERY difficult question for me as I am not able to FEEL the poetry abstract. Russians live our own way, by feeling of fairness. This is our advantage and our drawback at the same time. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/sad.gif We are NOT Jews. We are NOT measuring EVERYTHING for money.
P.S.
The illustration to my words:
The Monument in Berlin.
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[Post 539]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-01-2015 08:02 AM
A Look Back
Fleeting the moments of laughter and joy,
Love promises so much more:
There is no finality in the life garnered
Once we see the dread of its end.
So short were the days in the sun:
Where shining dawns offered deep hope
All we once were has now been done
We live and loved in a misty dream.
Robert J. Lindley. 06-30-2015
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[Post 540]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-02-2015 11:50 PM
Let This, Our Hearts Save
In such dreams no light is shone,
When this, our life, is done,
And these, our days, are gone
We look back for the fun
As shadows cross the blue moon:
Again we may find loves of the past,
Hearts not mended too soon
Shadow ships sailing at full mast!
And memories seeking the light,
Dances upon a new shore,
Starlight in the calm night
Serenity forgiving forevermore!
Of all the good and sad this life gave
Let this, grace and honor, our hearts save!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-02-2015
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[Post 541]
Author : Balu
Date : 07-02-2015 11:57 PM
Let This, Our Hearts Save
You doubled your poem from the the neighboring thread?
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[Post 542]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-03-2015 12:08 AM
You doubled your poem from the the neighboring thread?
Yes, was too busy to write one for this thread tonight so placed this poem twice.
I have about two dozen sticks in the fire now --so my time is severely limited.
I am losing about 3/4 hours sleep now by being on and posting.....
I should be sleeping. --- :sleep: Tyr
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[Post 543]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-04-2015 03:43 PM
The Shadow Realm
Life has been light passes slowly within time
Dreams of racing shadows within faint light
Some sound off in sweetest songs so sublime
Others terrorize jubilantly in the late night
Sweet shadows speak of softest love and joy
Replaying moments that family held so dear
These are fun like a child's favorite toy
Never the dark ones that bring deepest fear
Night midway often sends its darkest beasts
Leaping, screaming and crying shadows abound
The scratchers look for human flesh for feasts
The criers and moaners play for horrific sound
Crawlers move about scarring the bedroom wall
While gnashers wail, chatter their teeth loud
Bed shakers push it up until its ready to fall
The hideous ones show ugliest faces so proud
Surviving is calling light of day shadows in
Each one forces a dark shadow to quickly flee
Those that ease life and are always a friend
Bring love, relief and joy that so frees me
Robert J. Lindley, 07-04-2015
This poem is written for a very important contest.
A contest that interested me quite deeply.
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[Post 544]
Author : WiccanLiberal
Date : 07-05-2015 01:38 PM
Title : Other reading
I have been enjoying a lot of your poetic posting Ty. I appreciate well expressed language but can never seem to put my own imaginings down as poetry. I have recently been rereading some of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's published diaries. I had always been impressed by her imagery and phrasing and wondered whether you had read anything of hers and, if so, what you thought of it.
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[Post 545]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-05-2015 06:14 PM
I have been enjoying a lot of your poetic posting Ty. I appreciate well expressed language but can never seem to put my own imaginings down as poetry. I have recently been rereading some of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's published diaries. I had always been impressed by her imagery and phrasing and wondered whether you had read anything of hers and, if so, what you thought of it.
Interior Tree
Burning tree upon the hill
and burning tree within my heart,
what kinship stands between the two,
what cord I cannot tear apart?
The passionate gust that sets one free,
– a flock of leaves in sudden flight –
shatters the bright interior tree
into a shower of splintered light.
Fused moments of felicity,
when flame and I and heart unite,
come they from earth, or can they be
the swallows of eternity?
Within the Wave
Within the hollow wave there lies a world,
gleaming glass-perfect, rising to be hurled
into a thousand fragments on the sand,
driven by tide’s inexorable hand.
Now in the instant while disaster towers,
I glimpse the land more beautiful than ours,
another sky, more lapis-lazuli,
lit by unsetting suns, another sea
by no horizon bound, another shore,
glistening with shells I never saw before.
Smooth mirror of the present, poised between
the crest’s “becoming” and the foam’s “has-been” –
how luminous the landscape seen across
the crystal lens of an impending loss!
Bare Tree
Already I have shed the leaves of youth,
stripped by the wind of time down to the truth
of winter branches. Linear and alone
I stand, a lens for lives beyond my own,
a frame through which another’s fire may glow,
a harp on which another’s passion, blow.
The pattern of my boughs, an open chart
spread on the sky, to others may impart
its leafless mysteries that I once prized,
before bare roots and branches equalized,
tendrils that tap the rain or twigs the sun
are all the same, shadow and substance one.
Now that my vulnerable leaves are cast aside,
there’s nothing left to shield, nothing to hide.
Blow through me, Life, pared down at last to bone,
so fragile and so fearless have I grown!
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Her other writings I am not familiar with other than memories that she was a very good author.
However , her poetry is of the first rank IMHO. -Tyr
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[Post 546]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-11-2015 12:08 AM
Live Life, Love Deeply
Life is sweet mists in the trees
rides on a floating rainbow
Smooth sailing on calm blue seas
sunshine to make Love grow!
A dance that spreads pure joy
music soft, slow with wine
Duets with a girl and a boy
flowers blossoming so fine!
Promises of the romantic nights
days filled with epic song
Tours of many wonderful sights
love deep and forever long!
Paradise exists for each heart
a crown for true pleasure
Believe in it, give it a start
life is the greatest treasure!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-11-2015
Note- Contest write.
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[Post 547]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-11-2015 11:10 PM
The Piper Played On And On
The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
strange tunes he did so often choose
Notes that ring so loud and so clear
wiping away doubt and darkened fear
Yet each found this a false delight
shadows that lurched in evil night
Music set to lowly goals and greed
easing pains from a desperate need
Dancing in a deepened hollow ring
woes trailed all that shout and sing
Piper plays on in his standard way
as his victims spin and gaze far away
Stars spin away so very far, far above
this world needs more, always more love
Mystical Pipers may come and may go
evil the dark wind they belch and blow
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 548]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-13-2015 10:59 PM
The Long Road To Her Heart
As I trample my sweat into reddened dust
walking down this long winding road I must
Seek her soothing heart laced with glee
ripened fruit hanging upon a fantasy tree!
Blowing petal to petal , heart to heart
welcoming breeze guides me from the start
Time holds no wonders that she can not give
paradise awaits with its glory as we Live!
Although the morn is long, the sun so hot
my life is wonderful knowing what I got
A treasure sent to hold me in my place
moonlit eyes upon her soft glowing face!
As I trample my sweat into reddened dust
walking down this long winding road I must
Seek her soothing heart laced with glee
ripened fruit hanging upon a fantasy tree!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-12 2015
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[Post 549]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-15-2015 08:21 AM
The Gift, Then The Complaint
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or plead
Yet time brings its own eternal whip
a cut each little time you dare slip!
No great solace lasts more than a week
future may grant but tis' only a peek
A sight given to beg the mind to see
To climb the tallest mountain to plea!
Of course the world cries out to stop
toss away the fine broom and dirty mop
With much deeper sinister cry and hue
dire threats blast you right on cue!
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-15-2015
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[Post 550]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2015 09:47 AM
All The World Races Away , While I Pause
I will write yet again this sweet night,
cows need milking , the barn cleaning.
Sunny morn but this place is a sore sight,
critters need feeding, fence is leaning!
I will hold my thoughts until sunset,
a chore that allows me to still give.
Sure life is a gamble, a very sad bet
yet we must learn to love and let live!
Do not sorrow for my poor saddened cause,
there is gold in the clouds, a kiss awaits.
All the world races away , while I pause
to tempt her and curse the darker fates!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-16-2015
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[Post 551]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2015 09:38 PM
A Storm, A Tempest And A Hope
Remorse hangs like dark and bitter fruit
A tragic voyage far off the right course
Cuts to the mind with an evil root
Blood-lust still in the crying remorse
Defeated
Alone
A shot into this darkened lost world
Future clouded in a racing mist
A boulder into a grave now hurled
More pains added to the emerging list
Volley blasted to summon a darker Fate
Deep bath in seething, rich hate!
Ship sent to give a last chance
Treasure laid for the roving eye to see
Nights promised with engulfing romance
Endless pleasures for our loving tree
Then the shadow raced into a new sight
Trumpet sounded to eat away your face
Darkness soon ate away the splendid light
Revealing my saddened soul in its deep disgrace!
No stars shine upon this torture heart
The world shudders without you in my life
We die a thousand deaths when we are apart
You my love were to be my eternal wife!
Now time eats into the void of our loss
As our future certainty is a great unknown
On this stormy sea, swells give us a toss
Where such dark evil plans are blown
Pray for mercy to be downward cast
A miracle to be given and sent
If our love was ever meant to last
The Light must return and give blessed consent!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-16-2015
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[Post 552]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-17-2015 09:25 PM
Stand Next To This Given Fire
In that olden time, the world was so new,
The trees glowed, roses were only blue,
Within the heart of man Hope was born:
Eureka!
Her heart spoke to my long lost soul,
Her eyes said this command to me,
Stop! Your hate takes an evil toll,
your darkness is bitter froth in the sea!
Lay your head on my comforting breast,
your spirit needs a deep rest
A fire started by God's own hand,
a storm loaded with greatest joy
Heal now, be your very best,
find that loving dream as a little boy!
Bring along the new found inspiration,
a promise cures now your desperation,
Stand next to this given fire
Rest your bones, hold on before you tire!
As the flames warm your soul, touch mine
you found love and eyes that do still shine!
Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2015
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[Post 553]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-18-2015 10:05 AM
Thunder Gives Its Preceding Applause
The Rain gifts blessings multi-fold,
aided by its sister Wind, earth reaps.
Bounties plentiful, harvests gold ,
as into awaiting soil it seeps.
Fields cry for the coming spray,
showers sent to man and beast.
If withheld we begin to truly pray,
so that we live and may have a feast.
Echoes in Heaven announce the Rain,
thunder gives its preceding applause.
A gift, same as in our births pain,
we must conform to Nature's laws.
Skies above gift this blessing down.
Upon earth's thirsty, waiting gown.
Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015
Note-
Nature's gift, this bounty we receive,
Gods love, even as Satan deceives
Look up to give returning praise,
for from death only He was ever raised....
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[Post 554]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-20-2015 09:27 PM
Here is one I just finished a few minutes ago.
Down To The Last Gulp
This tired, old lake, down to the last gulp
cold, like last drink in a coffee cup.
Once streams flowed in with great speed,
now banks bare and deeper life is in need!
Trees shading have all withered and died,
too busy holding on to have ever cried.
While back, storm brought such sweet relief.
Now drought eats its dinner, gifting grief!
Time was once a dear and trusted friend,
now it is just a messenger of a sad end.
Fish are dying in the ever expanding mud,
heart slowing down begging for new blood!
This old lake, down to the last dance.
Drought singing out, no rain, no romance!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2015
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[Post 555]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-24-2015 09:45 AM
Now, Just Let It Be
Far behind, dear life stood very still.
Cry went out- Save me please!
From ashes to heart raced that chill,
shaking he stood, weak at the knees!
No medicine could grant needed relief,
where spirit fell on its own sword
Only faith, steadfast in holy belief
could defeat the darkest invading horde!
Across the new found meadow was HOPE.
Miracle sent forth from up on high .
Horizon opened up, given greater scope
Soul breathed easier and began to fly!
Far ahead, sweet life could then see.
Beautiful scenes promised to reward.
HOPE spoke out, now just let it be
Soft and easy what was once very hard!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015
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[Post 556]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-24-2015 11:57 PM
Lamentations, Pleas Of A Desperate Man
Give me fire so I may warm my bones,
hold me steady to stop my bleeding.
There is a cry in my begging tones,
and deepest pain laced in my pleading!
Has not the angry sky beat me down?
Earth holds my spirit in disregard.
Am I not now a broken, crying clown?
A joker on a torn and stained card!
Let the night eat my foolish pride,
beat me until I wail and then moan.
Drown me in a stormy ocean tide,
let my sins cry out and be shown!
O' God! Hear this fool's sad plea's,
I bow to your judgment from above.
A rascal fallen upon bended knees,
Fill my soul with life and your love!
Robert J. Lindley , 07-24-2015
Note--Once long ago, I uttered these words.
As sure as water is wet, HE that heard,
gifted his Holy word....
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[Post 557]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-26-2015 10:09 AM
Goddess Of Sweetest Desire
Eternally strong, forever soft and free,
Her life spread as wings of a dove.
Fragrant fruit on Nature's fairest tree.
She that so displayed her true love.
Earth could not hold her dancing glee,
Even within its throngs of spirits fair--
music gifted from Heavenly song,
angels thrilled to her image see,
became brighter that moment and more aware;
While happiness came racing on in,
She the fantasy of mortal men.
Hoping that Fate to her life be so kind,
her admirers sent their praise and thanks.
Sight given to those formerly so blind,
miracles sent from majestic heavenly banks!
To her Nature bowed its lofty head,
with pluck sang a streaming, gentle song
And increased her deep love instead--
this she knew, gift so very great and long,
found a path where angels and Gods tread!
Mists of time gentle to her beauty were,
all yielded to the hands of Fate,
such were the great blessings given her--
vanished any vestige of mortal hate,
She the sympathy of the Fates did stir!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015
Written for contest.
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[Post 558]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-28-2015 10:44 PM
What Bell Rings Out So Clearly For You?
Hells bells, the ringing always carries on
Life be it beautifully great still endures
Ravages, we in this dark world, are cast upon
Temptations, great multitude of dark allures.
What bell rings out so clearly for you?
Massively sad are the long and crying bells
Peeling out that string of long blue notes
The ringing sends the message that tells
Nobody needs to send out words they wrote.
What bell rings out so clearly for you?
We may hear, not know for whom the bell tolls
Dire such bells ring in with a call to alarm
Such is how Fates streams in rushing flows
So unlike cow bells singing out on the farm.
What bell rings out so clearly for you?
For many happy events beautiful bells extol
Signal to join in the joy or meet to pray
This the sound that all God's children know
Calling out, walk calm in the Christian way
What bell rings out so clearly for you?
When loved one is sick, off goes alarm bells
Ringing in your mind like a dropping shoe
Then the call to prayer rushes and so impels
Miracles often brought if your faith is true!
What bell rings out so clearly to you?
Xxxxxx - X - XXXXXXX, 07-28-2015
Note- Written for Debbi Guzzi's contest
For Whom The Bell Tolls, give date--no names
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[Post 559]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-01-2015 01:48 PM
Just Not Meant To Be
Stars glaring down on a hot summer night
pain and heartache eating in her soul
He had stormed off after a bitter fight
Dark of this night now taking its toll!
Memories, other nights and blissful days
Echoes of kisses tasting long and deep
Why could he not change his savage ways
Was it a jump he was so afraid to leap?
Did I demand he change too damn much
placing a chain on his freedoms then
All dark and I am clueless about such
the more savage ways of boys and men!
Haunting voice from the past replied
He said he always loved you but he lied!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015
Note. Sonnet written for a contest.
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I just saw that the contest requires the poem meet the ten syllable count. So I just did a quick rewrite to meet that requirement.
Here it is...-Tyr
Just Not Meant To Be
Stars glaring down on a hot summer night
pain and heartache eating into her soul
He had stormed off after a bitter fight
Dark of this night now taking a huge toll!
Memories, other nights and blissful days
Echoes of kisses tasting long and deep
Why could he not deny his savage ways
A jump he was just too afraid to leap?
Did she demand his changing too damn much
placing a huge chain on his freedoms then
All dark , she was clueless about such
denying savage ways of boys and men!
Haunting voice from the distant past replied
He said he always loved you but he lied!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015
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: N/A
Total # Words: 109
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[Post 560]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-04-2015 07:39 PM
From the graveyard of old poems written decades ago. A sonnet , a dark one! -Tyr
Revenge, Often A Great Meal
His hot gun was empty, one more life now black
He thought only a moment, never looked back
Why bother to dare question what had to be done
Death was grisly business, not meant to be fun!
The moment before he shot, a silence came on
this the execution, was a light to be shone
Murder of mother and father, a most grisly tale
now the guilty was dead, sent on into hell!
The dead tell no tales, they can hurt no more
down that dark path, sent on to Hell's door
Cold chill did its very best to wake him again
tell he had just executed his former friend!
Fate, master of sad, long and agonizing decrees
Nobody escapes, no matter how great are their pleas!
Robert J. Lindley
April 7th, 1973
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[Post 561]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-04-2015 07:59 PM
Just A Natural Thing
Emerging into the coolness of the frost on the ground,
Nature calls deeply to my soul with its sweetest sound
Fall has sunk in with its widespread leaf killing bite
The wild woods so naked present a less appealing sight.
Sunset breeze stings much more in its calm and cool way,
Nature demands more from furry critters in hardship pay
Owls know the coming change will bring them more meals
Drastic change spreads across meadows, woods and hills.
This coming bleak and savagely measured epic onslaught,
a lethal trap to the many critters unprepared and caught
No mercy given in Nature's most wrathful and cold season
Nature demands weak and sick die, survival is the reason.
Spring awaits killing off of the useless, and its unneeded.
Its garden must flourish with beauty after its been weeded!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015
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[Post 562]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-05-2015 08:32 PM
A Darkness Comes This Day
By all the bad signs that tap me
From this shell that now wraps me,
Hard as rock from bottom to top,
Great the God of war that did see
The spark resting deep within me.
Courage still rages, will never stop
These hard years that burnt my mind,
Pains etched into this aching soul,
Were no miracles to hunt or find.
Just punches one learned to roll.
Blackness now descends to engulf me,
Dark blood stirs in my weary head.
Beneath the massive armor wrapping me,
Lies the soldier long since dead!
R.J. Lindley
Sept 19th , 1969
From the graveyard of my early writes, age 15..
My dad had died a few months before this poem
was written.
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[Post 563]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-06-2015 11:21 AM
A Darkness Comes This Day
From the graveyard of my early writes, age 15..
My dad had died a few months before this poem
was written.
http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif :clap::clap::clap:
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[Post 564]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-08-2015 01:22 PM
I just wrote this.. Needed a distraction from the crap in this world and the trash last night.
Prayer To The God Of Winter
Ye foolish God of Winter,
How dare you paint this land in white
Tis enough the wind and brutal cold
The cold raging in, seeping in at night
Pains that rake deep this body old!
Why think thou the beauty overrides,
Are not the aches we cry often about
Witness to your malicious white attack
Shall we gather here to scream out
Or silently moan behind your back?
Cease now, with this cold fluffy stuff,
Think thee , all so dearly love snow
While you send this floating rain
We dare to curse, so you will know
And perhaps, not send the white again!
Pray Ye, merciful God of Winter,
A reprieve from bitter slicing cold
A time to warm old bodies and bones
Here us, honor this plea, don't scold
We that beseech thee in desperate tones!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2015
Note- Fall is here, winter is just around
the corner. I love the beauty and majesty
of snow but the cold often can be brutal.
This poem is about that brutality when
it is extreme and so harms so many.
Thus the great beauty does not compensate.
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[Post 565]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2015 12:40 PM
God's Poetry Of Stars And Its Deep Verse
God's poetry of stars, and its deep verse
a play HE need not ever rehearse.
Heavens filled with stars shining,
poets sweetly writing ,loving and opining.
God's poetry of earth, and its deep verse
healthy love and life needing no nurse.
Majestic rivers, lakes and cool, cool streams
endless wonders and heads filled with dreams.
God's poetry of mankind, and its deep verse
ever forward, no need to reverse
Roads to travel, love and promised paradise
needing no more, such will surely suffice.
God's poetry of earth, a well for our thirst.
God's poetry of earth, in his Love we are first!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2015
Note- A new sonnet, written just because I can..
And because acknowledging God as the Creator can not
be done too often IMHO....
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[Post 566]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-09-2015 01:12 PM
As far as there are those, who are able to write such a poetry, your country is not hopeless. And NO matter how many there are those like you, and understanding you, Robert! :slap: :clap:
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[Post 567]
Author : Drummond
Date : 08-09-2015 01:35 PM
As far as there are those, who are able to write such a poetry, your country is not hopeless. And NO matter how many there are those like you, and understanding you, Robert! :slap: :clap:
Your idea of 'praise' ? To find a way of including totally gratuitous (if indirectly expressed) disparagement, in offering it ?
My understanding of the purpose of this thread was, and is, that it was meant to be unconnected to any debate or reference concerning geopolitical issues.
You should have respected that .. as low in 'respect' as you are otherwise.
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[Post 568]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2015 02:09 PM
Guys both comments push the envelope here a bit ..
This Creative Writing sub-forum is to be free of this .
Please refrain from doing so in future posts. A request.
Lets not disparage either country, not in here , ok? --Tyr
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[Post 569]
Author : Drummond
Date : 08-09-2015 02:53 PM
Guys both comments push the envelope here a bit ..
This Creative Writing sub-forum is to be free of this .
Please refrain from doing so in future posts. A request.
Lets not disparage either country, not in here , ok? --Tyr
Fine by me, Tyr.
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[Post 570]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-10-2015 02:29 PM
Guys both comments...
My expressions of my Love to your poetry and what i though of it was expressed me as I could.
Hope YOU understand what i meant.
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[Post 571]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2015 07:26 PM
My expressions of my Love to your poetry and what i though of it was expressed me as I could.
Hope YOU understand what i meant.
Both comments understood. And neither comment was deleted.
Just stay in the writing and poetry venue here , all will be fine.
Do you have any other great Russian poet to present their works from?
I can think of another great one but would rather you give another.. ----Tyr
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[Post 572]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2015 09:00 PM
Satan Bellows Out, God Answers
Hear me, Satan bellowed out in a mighty shout
I Rule the Universe and all must bow to me
I that stalk the earth spitting volcanic fire out
stir deep oceans and swirl up the raging seas.
My hand that paints this earth with its fears
can destroy millions with a single damning curse
I that the stars must envy and shine to see
Mankind fears my wrath knowing it to be the worse.
Every being alive sees and so greatly fears me
Master of disease, pestilence and all bloody wars
Man has been made a slave and a slave shall he be
I Shoot - death,sickness,torture,pain and scars.
Behold my majestic splendor, all my awesome might
Death rests in my words,burning flames in my mind
I decide what shall be unholy good or evil night
Even God fears me and all of my dark demonic kind!
Suddenly a voice boomed out and light beamed down
God spoke,yes you are arrogant in casting fears
Your wickedness sorrows me and sadly I now frown
You fail to learn Love and for that I shed my tears!
Mankind fallen and with death you had their Fate
my Son's mercy and grace has now redeemed them
No longer chained by the darkness of your hate
Salvation and paradise by his side now awaits them.
Now bow to the Heavens and the stars now shining
bow to man and the glory by faith he has awaiting
You that bellow and sicken all with your whining
Banished are you and yours for all the dark hating.
Begone from my sight, back into your hellish pit.
I'll endure no more of your hateful,childish fit!
Satan retreating,shot back in a loud screeching hiss.
I shall shoot again and by all Hell I will not miss!
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 22,1973
Note- posted as written long ago , no editing.
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[Post 573]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-12-2015 10:57 PM
Spring Once Called Out Her Plan
Spring once called to the rocks and streams,
your cries bring me again in cool, cool dreams.
Nature my mother, sends me now to comfort you
to each its benefits from seasons so true.
Spring once called to the forest and fields,
your cries bring me in an anxious rush.
Nature my mother, sends Her love in my yields
as my beauty explodes in a silent hush.
Spring once called to the moaning skies,
your cries bring me to wet your big rains
Nature my mother, Her love never denies
although renewal brings its own deep pains!
Spring once spoke, this into the heart of man
your cries for blessings sent to your God
Nature my mother, holds you so dear in Her plan
has gladly and forever been given Divinity's nod!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-12-2015
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[Post 574]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-13-2015 11:49 PM
Autumn Revisited , A Look Back
Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly
no respite from Winter's friend
Over heading the wild birds soar on by
almost time for this season's end.
This stream , banks covered in green moss
shall very soon flow deeper and cold
This forest will reflect more of this loss
musings I find deeper as I grow old!
What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair?
a short gust in a fast receding storm
Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair
survival searching now is the prime norm.
As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast
Slowing moving Rime suddenly races so fast!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015
Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension
goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were
brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection
from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered.
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[Post 575]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-14-2015 09:05 PM
Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top
I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!
Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep like a speeding car!
Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!
Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and take my chances!
R.J. Lindley
Oct. 16th, 1973
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[Post 576]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-15-2015 12:34 AM
... Do you have any other great Russian poet to present their works from?
I can think of another great one but would rather you give another.. ----Tyr
There are plenty of them, but... to find a proper translation, handing over the full aroma of the composition is a damned difficult thing, but I'll try.
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[Post 577]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-15-2015 02:05 AM
Dear Robert,
I would recommend you to follow the links:
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/fet-tutchev.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/fed-rus-eng.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/blok.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/miscellenious2013.shtml
http://vagalecs.narod.ru/Index.html (http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/miscellenious2013.shtml)
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[Post 578]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-15-2015 02:40 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wRLUYf2A98
The cranes
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers,
Which haven't returned from blood's fields,
Haven't layed in our land,
But have turned into white cranes.
From those distant times
They fly and we hear their voices.
Is it because so often and so sadly
We are falling silent and looking into heaven?
The tired crane flock flies, flies through the sky,
Flies in the mist at the end of the day.
And it is a small gap in this order -
Perhaps this place is for me.
The day will come, and in such crane flock
I'll swim in the same blue-gray haze.
Calling out like a bird from the heavens
All of you who are left on earth.
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers,
Which haven't returned from blood's fields,
Haven't layed in our land,
But have turned into white cranes.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/zhuravli-zhuravli-cranes.html#ixzz3irpCaKK0
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[Post 579]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:13 AM
There are plenty of them, but... to find a proper translation, handing over the full aroma of the composition is a damned difficult thing, but I'll try.
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Balu again.
As it is even when not translating(!), since each poem has so much hidden and openly intended nuances to interpret and imagine too.
Thanks! -Tyr
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[Post 580]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:14 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wRLUYf2A98
The cranes
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers,
Which haven't returned from blood's fields,
Haven't layed in our land,
But have turned into white cranes.
From those distant times
They fly and we hear their voices.
Is it because so often and so sadly
We are falling silent and looking into heaven?
The tired crane flock flies, flies through the sky,
Flies in the mist at the end of the day.
And it is a small gap in this order -
Perhaps this place is for me.
The day will come, and in such crane flock
I'll swim in the same blue-gray haze.
Calling out like a bird from the heavens
All of you who are left on earth.
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers,
Which haven't returned from blood's fields,
Haven't layed in our land,
But have turned into white cranes.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/zhuravli-zhuravli-cranes.html#ixzz3irpCaKK0
Thats a top level poem my friend.
Will check the links you gave after I finish reading here and will bookmark them too!
Many thanks!-Tyr
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[Post 581]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:17 AM
Dear Robert,
I would recommend you to follow the links:
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/fet-tutchev.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/fed-rus-eng.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/blok.shtml
http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/miscellenious2013.shtml
http://vagalecs.narod.ru/Index.html (http://samlib.ru/a/as_w/miscellenious2013.shtml)
Awesome sources my friend. Here from first one I linked to.
Федор Тютчев
Последняя любовь
Fyodor Tutchev
The Last Love
(translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov)
О, как на склоне наших лет
Нежней мы любим и суеверней...
Сияй, сияй, прощальный свет
Любви последней, зари вечерней!
Полнеба обхватила тень,
Лишь там, на западе, бродит сиянье,-
Помедли, помедли, вечерний день,
Продлись, продлись, очарованье.
Пускай скудеет в жилах кровь,
Но в сердце не скудеет нежность...
О ты, последняя любовь!
Ты и блаженство и безнадежность.
Между 1852-1854
Oh how in our declining years
We love with tenderness and bias!...
Keep shining, farewell light, oh yes,
Shine on, you light of final love of ours
There`s only light there in the west,
Half of the sky is in a cloud,-
Slow down, evening, don't make haste,
Continue, charm, do not die out.
The blood in veins may be abating,
But tender heart will always flare...
Last love, you're really amazing!
You're both enjoyment :and despair...
Between 1852-1854
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[Post 582]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:22 AM
Константин Бальмонт
Русалка
Konstantin Balmont
The Mermaid
(Translated from the Russian
by Alec Vagapov)
Если можешь, пойми. Если хочешь, возьми.
Ты один мне понравился между людьми.
До тебя я была холодна и бледна.
Я -- с глубокого, тихого, темного дна.
Нет, помедли. Сейчас загорится для нас
Молодая луна. Вот -- ты видишь? Зажглась!
Дышит мрак голубой. Ну, целуй же! Ты мой?
Здесь. И здесь. Так. И здесь... Ах, как сладко
с тобой!
I'll be yours if you want. Understand if you can
If I like anyone in this world, you're the one.
I'd been cold, pale and feeble before I met you.
Well, I come from the bottom, deep, quiet and blue.
No, don't hurry. The moon will be shining for us.
There it is! Can you see it? New moon. Now it shines!
Look, the darkness is breathing. Come. Kiss me. You're mine.
Here and there. That's it. You are sweeter than wine!
Great poem. This will be a goldmine for me to read and inspire to write too!
I owe you amigo.... --Tyr
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[Post 583]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-15-2015 09:23 AM
Thats a top level poem my friend.
Will check the links you gave after I finish reading here and will bookmark them too!
Many thanks!-Tyr
Thank you, Robert, that you liked it and will find the time to see what is in the links. :beer:
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[Post 584]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:28 AM
Thank you, Robert, that you liked it and will find the time to see what is in the links. :beer:
I already bookmarked every linked source you provided. Tonight I'll dive in for a feast of reading and perhaps writing a few inspired Russian poems..... Poets take their inspiration from any great poem they find! - :beer: -Tyr
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[Post 585]
Author : Balu
Date : 08-15-2015 09:36 AM
I already bookmarked every linked source you provided. Tonight I'll dive in for a feast of reading and perhaps writing a few inspired Russian poems..... Poets take their inspiration from any great poem they find! - :beer: -Tyr
Please, search the links thoroughly, as there are cross-links to many other poets. Do treat them (the links) as a 'launching site'.
:beer:
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[Post 586]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 09:42 AM
Please, search the links thoroughly, as there are cross-links to many other poets. Do treat them (the links) as a 'launching site'.
:beer:
Yes thanks, already made that connection my friend. I am very fast/astute when it comes to connectivity and gathering/storing information. :beer:-Tyr
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[Post 587]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2015 01:20 PM
Beauty Grows Roadside Flowers In May
Why worry about the vast dark terrors unseen
when man himself walks often as a raging beast
The beautiful peacock struts and does so preen
as rising sun shines its glory from the East.
Does not an eagle fly next to the shining Sun
where spirits unseen rest within its fire
Tempt the worst to better enjoy the very best
do not great poets love and so richly inspire.
Far above, stars and heaven exist, to look down
upon man's prideful loves, lives and affairs
So true! Far too many seek an undeserved crown
strut about in arrogance and prideful airs.
If truth be sought, such vanities race away
as sweet beauty grows roadside flowers in May!
R.J. Lindley
Feb, 11, 1976
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[Post 588]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-18-2015 08:51 PM
I Was An Artist
I was an artist before this world was old
painting in colors, splashing and bold
Scenes from Nature, God's painted scenes
inspiration seized by any artistic means.
Green meadows blowing in the wind
stars shining, in Heavens with no end
A dreamer painting in the deep blue sky
a seeker, never wondering exactly why.
I'll be an artist, when this world is no more
a drifter splashing colors , shore to shore!
Moving from magical realm to realm
in a flying chariot, unicorns at the helm.
I was an artist before this sad world was old.
A good and noble act or so I have been told.
R.J. Lindley
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[Post 589]
Author : Kathianne
Date : 08-19-2015 03:50 AM
I didn't know which thread to post this on, but thought you poetry folks might find this interesting, I stumbled upon it:
http://nypost.com/2015/08/16/the-famous-robert-frost-poem-weve-read-wrong-forever/
The famous Robert Frost poem we’ve read wrong forever (http://nypost.com/2015/08/16/the-famous-robert-frost-poem-weve-read-wrong-forever/)
By Stephen Lynch (http://nypost.com/author/stephen-lynch/)
August 16, 2015 | 6:04am
It is the most famous poem in American literature, a staple of pop songs, newspaper columnists and valedictorian speeches. It is “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost:
https://thenypost.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/capture4.jpg
Everyone can quote those final two lines. But everyone, writes David Orr in his new book “The Road Not Taken” (Penguin Press), gets the meaning wrong.
The poem is praised as an ode of individuality, to not follow the pack even though the path may be more difficult.
Except Frost notes early in the poem that the two roads were “worn . . . really about the same.” There is no difference. It’s only later, when the narrator recounts this moment, that he says he took the road less traveled.
...
Wrongly referred to by many as “The Road Less Traveled,” the poem’s true title, “The Road Not Taken,” references regret rather than pride. That’s by design. Frost wrote it as somewhat of a joke to a friend, English poet Edward Thomas.
...
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[Post 590]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-23-2015 01:38 PM
Blackness Descending
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Lay on these hands to spare no relief
shatter hell and rip his sick belief
Yet control says, hold your hate
while anger says, crush do not wait!
This storm forever stays inside me
I race away but tis futile to flee
The monster digs in its cutting grip
I fear actions, as sadly often I slip
Once darkness invades this angry soul
nothing satisfies but a bloody goal
I must stop and reach for the Light
to hold back and not something fight!
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Robet J. Lindley
No note!!!!
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[Post 591]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-23-2015 01:43 PM
Blackness Descending
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Lay on these hands to spare no relief
shatter hell and rip his sick belief
Yet control says, hold your hate
while anger says, crush do not wait!
This storm forever stays inside me
I race away but tis futile to flee
The monster digs in its cutting grip
I fear actions, as sadly often I slip
Once darkness invades this angry soul
nothing satisfies but a bloody goal
I must stop and reach for the Light
to hold back and not something fight!
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Robert J. Lindley
No note!!!!
typo, edit....
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[Post 592]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-24-2015 09:49 PM
Forever Lost Within Her Evil Dreams
Life raced on merrily away, as it should:
Heartache, grief and rejected love ran
Forever striking all the dreamers it could,
shaken and shocked lay the sad heart of man.
This world, rages and breaks the weakest:
Looking for souls to cut and break
Found first are the soft and the meekest,
nightmares burning all at the stake.
Dark nights, she enters to dare tempt:
A vixen built to heart so swell
Hidden quite well her hate and contempt,
And sins she brings straight from Hell.
She, darkness coming as a heated flame:
With lies splashing in her streams
When embraced one forgets even their name,
Forever lost within her evil dreams!
Life raced on merrily away, as it should:
Heartache, grief and rejected love ran
Forever striking all the dreamers it could,
shaken and shocked lay the sad heart of man.
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 22nd 1991
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[Post 593]
Author : Perianne
Date : 08-24-2015 10:06 PM
Blackness Descending
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Lay on these hands to spare no relief
shatter hell and rip his sick belief
Yet control says, hold your hate
while anger says, crush do not wait!
This storm forever stays inside me
I race away but tis futile to flee
The monster digs in its cutting grip
I fear actions, as sadly often I slip
Once darkness invades this angry soul
nothing satisfies but a bloody goal
I must stop and reach for the Light
to hold back and not something fight!
My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!
Robet J. Lindley
No note!!!!
Dark poetry. I certainly hope I am not that future victim.
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[Post 594]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2015 06:48 PM
Hero's Night, The Silver Spirit Healing
As a great hero, retires to his night bed
brave warrior haughty and filled with pride.
Suddenly gripped from behind, bound instead
by great power that can never be denied!
What great power holds me hard and fast?
voice whispers back, Silver Spirit holds.
You evil days may very soon become your last
binding your arrogance as it now scolds!
What invisible power, can ever bind me thus
am I not a most powerful courageous man?
Yes, your infected black heart is full of pus
that infection to be removed as is the plan!
Powerless, hero awaits the next strong act
a wait soon to be very painfully known.
Body deeply racked with soul still intact
his dark pride he was immediately shown.
Next his heart was cut and magically bled
spirit's blade dealing painful blows.
Voices then invaded his now weeping head
scourged all the way down to his toes.
As a calm then blasted into his new heart
the guilt and intense pain flew away.
He rose , embracing his blessed new start
Spirit, gifted him this sweetest day.
Silver Spirit to him then suddenly appeared
with angelic smile on its powerful face.
Broken warrior now healed, divinely seared
with humility, rejoining the human race!
R.J. Lindley
May 14th, 1971
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[Post 595]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-28-2015 10:57 PM
Golden Were The Moments Stolen To Be Alone
Yesteryears, full of life and memories of gold
long nights dreaming of glories ahead
O'yes, forgotten were our dreams so sadly sold
or many useless hours we played in bed!
Looking back,the fog of regret appears there
so much to hold to feel yet again
Like the pretty girl's legs, lips and her stare
fantasies there for both boys and men.
Sweetest lips and blond hair of Tammy Faye
short skirt, imagination ran so wild
Her soft voice, sexy smile stirs me still today
she that was by no means still a child!
Golden were the moments stolen to be alone
each girl, fine and very full of life
A short tryst, night deep hot time, then gone
long before my wild life found a wife.
Yesteryears, full of life and memories of gold
long nights dreaming of glories ahead
O'yes, forgotten were our dreams so sadly sold
or many useless hours we played in bed!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-28-2015
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[Post 596]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-30-2015 10:00 AM
Our Private Moments, Dreams In Fairy Fields
All of you, your smile, captured all of me
Was no mistake, my heart was not denying
Your love-kiss had power of a splashing sea
You captured me, this heart tis' not a'lying!
Fairest of all, with red rose in your hair
Cursing the world every time you walked away
Missing you hurt and gave me a mighty scare
My heart ached, as walking away you did sashay.
Our private moments, dreams in fairy fields
Nights there on your softest satin sheets
Such depth, pleasured love giving its yields
Ecstasy raging in, as passion flows and heats.
What we once had, fleeting but so very rare
Rainbow treasure, gold heaped in mythical pots
Life gave, heartlessly took away, tis' not fair
Fate's savage firing hit me with all its shots.
All of you, your smile, captured all of me
Was no mistake, my heart was not denying
Your love-kiss had power of a splashing sea
You captured me, this heart tis' not a'lying!
R.J. Lindley
April 17th 1983
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[Post 597]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-30-2015 11:23 AM
Greatest Monster From Heaven Ever Fell
Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.
Satan hits the ground with crackling thud
raging about seeking victims to devour
Hate, sin and curses in dark, bloody mud
savaging the innocent with his power.
No mercy given to those he tempts to deny
the life of the Saviour and his gifts
Across this world in lightning he can fly
trying to destroy Light that so uplifts.
In the deepest darkness he does his best
luring millions to follow his lead
All that succumb fail the greatest test
with no shield are ripened to bleed!
Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.
R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1969
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Note- This poem is presented as was written, with no edits..
Another one from my private poems collection. I was 15 years old
when I wrote this poem. My dad had not died yet..
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How Poetry Began
Gentle spirit came to visit noble man
sent poetic verse throughout the land
Declared she, I am the original Muse
your heart , soul and mind seek to use
Write and sing,love so deeply with me
we together shall plant a poetry tree
As our hearts join to this world sail
love and hope shall forever prevail
The Universe I have long ago tread
every galaxy my words have been read
You , mankind are the last I will meet
the poetic ground now underneath my feet
Open your hearts and see with new eyes
this new way will defeat all the lies
Beam of true light shall open your mind
you will be the first in all poetic kind
With this visit the original Muse departed
poetry spread in each heart it was started
Now we seek ever to find this greatest Muse
to prove how brilliantly she did choose!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014
This is was written as an entry in the
How Poetry Began contest....
Has not been entered. Seems the deadline has now passed..
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[Post 598]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-31-2015 07:30 PM
What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves
Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile, a man's imagination could fly
Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye!
What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves
Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves
That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing
When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing!
There was such treasure in the sight of her legs
So much that sooner or later every man begs
The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts
Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests!
Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known
She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone!
Note, A sexy sonnet about ***** ******** -- I met her last night.
R.J. Lindley
July 27th, 1979
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PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note.
Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...:whistling2:
I can still see her image from that first night!
Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.
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[Post 599]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-03-2015 10:25 PM
A Night Walk, Nature Then Talks
Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!
Forrest path was wide and very well worn
I had walked hundreds of time before.
This night my mind and my heart both torn
my wife had just walked out the door!
My flashlight was not needed much at all
full moon spraying light on the ground.
I reflected back to our love and its fall
how love troubles follow me around!
Yet farther I went,calmer my soul became
mother Nature sensed my agonizing pain
She was assuring that she'd be the same
giving me a renewed spirit like rain!
I saw night creatures scurry all about
watching me with those glowing eyes.
My heart almost happily sang to leap out
beauty came and my mind felt the skies!
Starlight merged,shining moon cried aloud
trees then began to very softly speak
Starlit night-sky without a hiding cloud
warm tears were now wetting my cheeks!
Why O' why did my dear wife wish me to die
had not I bought her this sweet land.
Nature showed me lonely in the night sky
sometimes leaving is taking that stand!
Then an owl called out its lonesome hoot
there was healing in that great call.
Had I not my life and good health to boot
life again could be a dancing ball!
Nature moved me to settle this great hurt
to enjoy so deep the God gifted scenes.
Allow the heart to again dance and spurt
Grab onto hope by any and all means!
Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!
Returning now,down this old well worn path
stars and moon spraying ever brighter.
Gone were pains and my dark and evil wrath
heart and soul soothed and much lighter!
R.J. Lindley
Sept,3rd 1975
Note-- Presenting this poem , a gem from my private
journal. Forty years ago today! Written when I was
a healthy, robust young 21 years old and so full of piss and vinegar.:laugh:
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[Post 600]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-07-2015 06:30 PM
Skies Raining Down On Thirsty Ground
Softest blue sky, sweeter than apple pie
warming sun rays waking the ground.
Earth anticipating where seeds lie,
cycle that spins on around and around.
Ground begs for cloud's sweetest relief
water streaming down to thirsty soil.
Heaven rains even for those in disbelief,
golden crops reaped by sweat and toil!
Plants break ground, gather first gasp
Nature rules the earth's green fields
Man works to harvest in very firm grasp,
all that fertile earth's bounty yields!
Softest blue sky, sweeter than apple pie
warming sun rays waking the ground.
Earth anticipating where seeds lie,
cycles that spin on around and around.
R.J. Lindley
Aug. 22nd, 1979
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Hero's Night, The Silver Spirit Healing
As a great hero, retires to his night bed
brave warrior haughty and filled with pride.
Suddenly gripped from behind, bound instead
by great power that can never be denied!
What great power holds me hard and fast?
voice whispers back, Silver Spirit holds.
You evil days may very soon become your last
binding your arrogance as it now scolds!
What invisible power, can ever bind me thus
am I not a most powerful courageous man?
Yes, your infected black heart is full of pus
that infection to be removed as is the plan!
Powerless, hero awaits the next strong act
a wait soon to be very painfully known.
Body deeply racked with soul still intact
his dark pride he was immediately shown.
Next his heart was cut and magically bled
spirit's blade dealing painful blows.
Voices then invaded his now weeping head
scourged all the way down to his toes.
As a calm then blasted into his new heart
the guilt and intense pain flew away.
He rose , embracing his blessed new start
Spirit, gifted him this sweetest day.
Silver Spirit to him then suddenly appeared
with angelic smile on its powerful face.
Broken warrior now healed, divinely seared
with humility, rejoining the human race!
R.J. Lindley
May 14th, 1971
Note- Pride goeth before the fall. Shall I someday feel
that searing blade?
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[Post 601]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2015 07:54 AM
Faith In A Dream A'calling
I thirst,
give me water from the tree,
of divine knowledge and light.
I desire,
wisdom to live and be free,
light to make keen my sight.
I pray,
pure heart to faithfully give,
thoughts that hold so true.
I beg,
true love to hold and live,
heart and soul set to renew.
I feel,
happiness floating in time,
family that holds me steady.
I know,
heaven to be so very sublime
and this spirit sits on ready!
No doubt,
we going into another realm,
where light gifts eternal joy.
I await,
ship with Master at the helm,
spirit nothing can ever destroy!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2015
Note--Most came to me in a dream last night.
I can only hope that I filled in the spaces correctly....
Edit...
Just saw this new contest at my poetry forum..and decided to enter this poem.
It was not written for any contest but seems like a contest was waiting on it to me!
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Sponsor Name
Laura Leiser
Contest Name
Where Do You Think You Will Spend Eternity?
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[Post 602]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2015 06:18 PM
Brave Men Wade Into Shadows On Death's Ground
Power of one secret word can shatter all,
send men into war and deadly harms way.
Dead and dying on battlefields they fall
for dead glory and pittance of pay.
Brave men wade shadows on death's ground
duty bound, praying for divine reprieves.
Bloodshed reigns, ghastly deaths are found
Dark Lord lies, that eternally deceives!
Curse not legions of those fallen brave,
honor rests in dying for a true cause.
Heroes die in pain, as madmen simply rave
wasted lives best give deeper pause!
Blood gushes from spears with iron tips
lives depart in battles forgotten.
Charon sings out about his many trips
ferrying bodies gashed, dead and rotten!
Honor embraced those that fought dying well,
others lay in dark forgotten graves.
Charon took their lost souls deep into Hell
where misery lives, nothing ever saves.
No records exists of battlefield dying words
testaments of mouths gurgling red blood.
Rotting flesh, meals for hell's carrion birds
maggots feasting upon blood soaked mud!
Fear one secret word that can shatter all
duty, honor fail when wrapped in lies.
True warriors live to answer a just call
seeking life later in Vahalla's skies.
Serving truth in defending freedom's fate
they may find death to not be so hard.
Each knows with death they do have a date
and joker resting on at least one card!
Power of one secret word can shatter all,
send men into war and deadly harms way.
Dead and dying on battlefields they fall
for dead glory and pittance of pay.
Brave men wade shadows on death's ground
duty bound, praying for divine reprieves.
Bloodshed reigns, ghastly deaths are found
Dark Lord lies, that eternally deceives!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-11-2015
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Poet's Dream, Lover's Lament, Loss Echoes Into Dark Pits
Poet's dream, lover's lament and loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Upon the highest mountains we climb just to see our souls
fate delivers deep misery written in its rolls.
As we counter with our sincere prayers and desperate cries
love so often burns up and then quickly dies.
When we settle into those sweet valleys so far down below
beg for fair weather, a blizzard brings its snow.
Storms race in delivering sunken ships on a storming sea
pains grows like leaves on huge spreading oak tree.
And if ever we find a shining cloud we hope saves our love
we soon see hail blasting down from darkness above.
Bleak future begins to invade our lives and sweetest dreams
only bad luck embraces us or so it always seems.
Poet's dream, lover's lament, loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Robert J. Lindley, 02-11-2015
Another poem from my private journal...
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[Post 603]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-20-2015 11:56 AM
Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear
Cool flowing brook, clear water up to my knees
This day, vacation into mother Nature's lair
Wading in, beautiful stream wrapped in trees
This morning's softest breeze, blowing my hair.
A step on back, into this my favorite wild woods
Enjoying life, pleasures in such gentle things
Wandering and admiring, all of Nature's goods
Each moment embracing, treasures the forest brings!
Beautiful vista begging me to shade and rest
Soft green, flowers telling me, lay right here
This fine comfy bed, part of Nature's best
Where I rest my tired Soul and dream with no fear!
My Soul begging me, never to dare ever miss.
Mother Nature's sweet embrace, a kiss like this!
R. J. Lindley
June 14th, 1981
Note- Another poem from my private journal.
While looking for a poem on darkness and death there
I found this one and thought, just present this...
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[Post 604]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2015 07:29 PM
Tired Old Man Awaiting His Flight
Old man sat there sad,worn,torn and broken
Shell of the vibrant man that once was he
Pondering wisdom in words long ago spoken
Love one,love all- seek love and be free.
Gone,youthful days of summer's sweet blazes
Days when he chased stars and the moon
Now known wild with fools and the crazies
Faded shallow glories gone far too soon.
Late afternoon shadow gave its usual chill
Lost in thought he closed his ragged coat
Life now he viewed as hollow and surreal
Now too late to abandon his old sinking boat.
Hours flew by, his heart heard its last call
Soon tired soul was told,rise up to depart
Finding warmth and glitter in Heaven's hall
Old battered heart refused to ever again start.
Spirit glowing in a magnificent golden home
He found old friends and family again near
Assured of happiness,no need to ever roam
No memories of sad loss, deep pain and fear!
Robert J. Lindley
11-25-2001
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[Post 605]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2015 10:03 AM
Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View
Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.
Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.
Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.
Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015
Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born.
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[Post 606]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2015 08:45 PM
Final edited version.-Tyr
Dream Weaver
Beside still waters and pastures lush and green
I wander into a late summer night dream.
She appears with her eyes so beautiful and deep
a vision that forever tempts me in my sleep.
Long flowing gold adorned her jet black hair
chasing me showing how much she does care.
Caution for beauty sometimes lead men astray
yet her laughter begs me to forever stay.
An image that so sweetly burns into my brain
I pray it return forever again and again.
Into those eyes of one that knew love
looking for eternity from high above.
As I feel myself slipping and start to wake
offering my true heart for her to take.
She flies away laughing, dancing as she goes
will she ever return again, nobody knows.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015
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[Post 607]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-25-2015 08:33 AM
Bitter Tears Will Never Stain Your Face
You broke this loving heart, knowing not how
bitter tears will never stain your face.
As you seek love's pleasure only to take a bow
I realize my own, my own foolish disgrace!
Within memories of long and hot steaming nights
pierce shards of jagged and broken glass.
You that promised faithful love and shining moon
turned vicious, wicked and so damn crass!
Our last night, you promised deep love forever
instead I found your sharpest gut shots.
Hit me, sent me into dark and sad world I never
knew was full of your hates and evil rots!
My disgrace was still giving you another chance
a night for you to again slash me deep.
I gave my all, this heart dwelt in true romance
while yours lived in treachery you keep!
You broke this loving heart, knowing not how
bitter tears will never stain your face.
As you seek love's pleasure only to take a bow
I realize my own, my own foolish disgrace!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2014
Note- Contest write but was never entered.
Death of a friend put me in a blue mood and I
shelved this poem.
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[Post 608]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-27-2015 08:33 AM
River Sonnet, Number One
When river cuts its first great course
Carved into racing curves, solid stone.
Too late, for the much needed divorce
Great power over vast time was shown.
Where rushing waters now swiftly flow
Life swelling in its tumbling currents.
Hungry ocean awaits its endless goal
Always thirsting for rain fed torrents.
Whether sandy beaches or rocky shores
Wildlife seek its many fertile bays.
Man looks on and in great awe adores
Its wild and many snake dancing ways.
Racing into gasping oceans and seas.
So often refusing dry desert pleas.
Robert J. Lindley, 06-27-2015
Note: number two, fragment started,
Against a sad life's extra heavy toll
rivers can soothe man's aching soul.
We love the crashing way they roll
splashing fish- cereal in their bowl.
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[Post 609]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-27-2015 10:03 AM
The Shining Mr. Black
Mr. Black, a clever and insidious little man
had a very dark and wicked little Muse.
Deception the primary weapon in his sad plan
aways holding another slick trick to use!
Wearer of such a superb deceiving face mask
he practiced reciting lies two by two.
Always ready with a lie should you dare ask
confident he can always deceive you!
Wrapped in clouds with many halo's to spare
so many admired his falsely laid path.
With absolutely no honor, he hadn't a care
no fear of retribution delivered wrath.
Yet truth, as so often, hits him with fact.
Glaring mistake, such he can never retract!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2015
Note: Truth has a way of making itself known,
even about clever little deceivers.
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Our Games Played Between Soft Sheets
Life held fast by a long golden rope,
glittering in brilliant light.
Scenes racing by in panoramic scope,
retracing moves made that great night!
Infinite joy rests in that dream cloud,
colors splashing in majestic hues.
Love you, my sweet soul cried out loud,
why did you not see the clues?
Dare I proclaim your sexiest feats,
purple gold wrapped in pure silk.
Our games played between soft sheets
I cereal, you the sweetest milk!
All saw you, as apple in God's eye,
yet only my heart knew it true.
You the great beauty played so shy,
thus me falling, right on your cue!
Life held fast by a long golden rope,
glittering in brilliant light.
Scenes racing by in panoramic scope,
retracing moves made that great night!
R. J. Lindley
AUG. 19TH 1980
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[Post 610]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-28-2015 08:32 AM
An old poem that I have edited for new presentation.-Tyr
The Saving Grace
Dark night wind blows from the east
bringing flavor to the beast.
As bad creeping nights slowly creep,
many sad widows endlessly weep!
Dark powers greater than burning sun
leave no place to ever hide or run.
Nay! Not even the deepest cave,
will come to your spirit and flesh save.
As the beast sets to ravage and roam
destroying life , love and home.
No brave hero races into hopeful sight,
nothing can stop its fury tonight!
Yet there still is one true saving grace
ever present for the human race.
And it must not be foolishly denied,
embracing the promises so cleverly lied.
Just a few simple faithful words given
can yield a blessed eternity of livin'.
And the dark beast shall then be slain
blessed are those words again and again!
Robert J. Lindley 04-18 -2014
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
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Magic Road, Where Will It Lead
Magic road, I wonder where its curves lead
Seeping into the mists of future time
Sacrifices that dares make the heart bleed
Love so deep some may call it a crime!
Are you my hard path to my darling so true?
Weeping willows at every turn must foretell
Greater chances to encounter danger and you
Shall I break into that hard outer shell?
Alas! This fork leads me into a darker state
Tall oaks wrap its castle shining from afar
Surrounding its walls, guards with eyes of hate
Warriors all, built with hair as black as tar!
Walking away, road sings take this next turn
There awaits sweet hope and miracles galore
And sad days dearly needed to make you learn
Tarry not long or there you stay forever more
Looking back I seem to have lost my own past
Seeker leaving cool days of soft Spring behind
Now worried that hope shall never live to last
I cry and weep for any help I may ever find!
Abrupt turn, there sets the sun gracing life
Gentle winds blow and here voices enter me
Promising this fine spot shall I find my wife
Her true love destined to heal and set me free!
Robert J. Lindley , 10-04-2015
Note-- First half of this poem came to me a week ago
and I wrote that fragment down. Last night the other
half came to me again in a dream. I spent most of the
day slowly adding verses as I could remember them.
My muse,lazy vixen she be --gave me no help at all!
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[Post 611]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-29-2015 04:54 PM
Risking A Loss At First Sight
I walked around a grimacing wall
surrounded by sharp razor wire.
I so wanted her and thats not all
she had ignited my love fire.
Facing a massive, old rusty gate
giant oaks towering each side.
This very moment deciding my fate
in her light I could confide.
Gate rusted so damn firmly shut
I decided to jump the wall.
Then came charging an angry mutt
made me there trip and fall.
Laughing as it licked my face
that dog became my friend.
Fear vanished, no big disgrace
all went well in the end.
That sweet voice yelling at me
who dares invade my space?
And climb my favorite oak tree
show me this daring face.
My fear gone and my courage up
I replied, look it is I.
Your beauty fills my loving cup
like stars in a night sky!
That smile sending me into spin
sweet joy rushing my heart.
Our eyes met, I was brought in
thus our love got its start.
Finding a kiss our first night
soon united love did grow.
Laughing now about my big fright
pure love now, we both know.
Facing a massive rusty old gate
giant oaks towering each side.
This very moment deciding my fate
in her light I could confide.
R.J. Lindley
Jan7th, 1971
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[Post 612]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-30-2015 07:18 PM
I Saw Butterflies Drinking Rain
As a kid, I raced to climb a tree
with joyful spring in my steps.
With sweetest youthful life in me
like wonders from ocean depths.
Loving sunshine and chasing bees
bold was my adventurous play.
Mysteries lurking in the tall trees
new treasure found every day.
I saw butterflies drinking rain
red hawk flying in the air.
Images stored in my young brain
life was sweet and so fair!
Nature taking me into its fold
sent wildlife to show me how.
To touch wisdom before being old
start truly loving life now.
Crossing streams, leaping stones
such pleasures came my way.
Careful to not break tender bones
kneel down and softly pray.
Skies of blue gracing my flights
with cheer in the clouds.
Life was loving these fine sights
gladly avoiding city crowds!
Home is food and safety for me
mother and father so true.
Finding treasure upon open seas
could never compare to you!
R.J. Lindley
April 25TH, 1970
NOTE- I WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN I WROTE THIS ONE.
Found today while searching old poems, had forgotten
it was even there.
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[Post 613]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2015 02:19 PM
Those Exotic Enchanting Eyes And Long Dark Curls
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Deepest trepidation when I dared to ask you out
your, "of course", made heart and soul shout.
Joy rained down back in those blessed miracle days
with my saying, "I love you", a thousand ways!
You filled my sails, sending my world into motion
flying to you, I crossed the Pacific ocean.
Tender and sweet, moment of our first embrace
dear love found, my mind holds every trace.
Once my days were sad and filled with dark curses
now they shine while writing you verses!
Future promises, in only death, shall we ever part
that promise sings so poetic in my heart!
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2004
Note- A poem I wrote to my darling wife after only
nine days as husband and wife. A private poem that
she has so graciously allowed me to post.
In my humble opinion, my best ever love poem.
Which is why I wanted it posted here.
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[Post 614]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2015 07:46 PM
An Invitation To Poe's Dark Prison
When you walk in those nether worlds
no more bikini's, no more girls.
Just darkness eating away at light
every long corridor too damn tight.
Back there, will your heart hurt
cut the bone, bleed and spurt?
Rake your corpse, waiting its rot
endless sleep give it a dark shot.
You know, mortal life is a dream
curse you wear in another stream.
Light holds you in its sad sway
follow us into a dark realm's way.
Here evil rules without a fight
ripping claws gouge out your sight.
No pain, as death rests within you
armored vicious body, all brand new.
Hidden wings sprout to let you fly
into a dark and transforming sky.
Toast if you come, may you dare
nobody leaves, all is a nightmare.
This shadow realm, holds its dark
no fire exists, not even a spark.
Fantasy swims, in its morbid way
Soul is dead yet it yearns to play.
Black deepness inhales each soul
bringing new flesh is our goal.
Dare if you must, eternity with us
eating victims we rarely discuss.
Know before you leap into our pit
we are the darkness in every fit.
We exist and blood we cry for more
deny your prayer, open our door.
Our raging master we know as Poe
blasted here, how he doesn't know.
Once blood and flesh he was graven
heart and soul ate with the Raven.
Every night he moans Annabel Lee
and each door tries his black key.
None open and he cries in sad rage
why, O' why hold me in this cage?
Then to our blood thirsty delight
Poe bellows, we eat flesh tonight.
Then he mounts a red, fiery throne
sits there gnawing on an arm bone.
Now we wait your first hungry urge
the ache for flesh starts to surge.
Weeping will never stop its spasms
flesh waits in these hellish chasms.
Poe now wakes his Raven to guide
you have not a safe place to hide.
We feel joy as your heart goes black
soon your beast will be on track.
Tonight you'll be his Annabel Lee
your soul he holds never to free.
Soon you will forget that sad place
his touch makes hideous your face.
A door opens, we hear your flight
your arrival, his greatest delight.
Yet again he will dine with you
rotten flesh you'll both then chew!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2015
Note-- A HALLOWEEN POEM HONORING
THE GREAT EDGAR ALLAN POE.
This is my third Halloween poem written
for Justin.
I think this one just may do...
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[Post 615]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-03-2015 03:49 PM
Weary Nights And Hopelessly Sad Morn
Weary nights and hopelessly sad morn
my life torn, ripped and nailed;
each day dark hours sliced and dice,
misery applauding as I failed
not once nor even twice but thrice!
Each day, worries eat into this fate
watered soup- soul needs more;
so lost, lost as three blind mice,
this aching heart dares score
as if my deep pain does not suffice!
Dare I question my dark lot in life
In ashes pray a blessing sweet;
nay, such a supplication reflects,
forlorn spirit admits defeat
epic moaning that never connects!
Tomorrow hints at miracles to come
fine ship, vast oceans to sail;
winds blowing, waters calm and blue,
relief given from a dark hell
a destined pilgrimage seeking you!
Robert J. Lindley , 10-03-2015
Note--" Thrice" | Define Thrice at Dictionary.com
three times, as in succession; on three
occasions or in three ways. 2. in threefold
quantity or degree. 3. very; extremely.
Origin of thrice. Expand. Middle English
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[Post 616]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-04-2015 09:45 AM
Tyrian Sails Across Stormy Seas Sailed
Tyrian sails across stormy seas sailed,
and a bold prince they deliver
At every port cheerily he was hailed,
as an arrow straight from its quiver
Bade he the pilot to next morn tarry,
as he late morn gathered her so true
A pretty queen stolen for he to marry,
their dear life in Troy to begin anew.
Hoisting ship's tyrian sails and fast away,
that morn his mighty ship flew
Blessed they thought that sweet day
"our life in Troy together we two"
Hearing loving angels sing, they wept
hearts united in enchanted glee
Life started a love vow then kept
on to great Troy they both did flee.
There by King Priam the son received,
far from harm all began rejoicing
Worrying not, ire of a Greek king deceived
heedless of dire curses he was voicing
They carried on their sweet romance,
as vessels carrying a fatal coming doom
by ships so packed each had no more room.
Far away, forces gathering to set sail
Vowing and cursing to send Troy to hell,
Agamemnon sailed on to Troy's shore
There Homer's storied legend does tell
how Troy's destruction evens the score
As savage as a king's vengeance may be
there rests a justice in Troy's defeat
For no thief be allowed to safely flee,
to enjoy any treasure gained by his cheat!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-04-2015
Note- No attempt made by me to specifically
copy or - dare try to match the majesty and
splendor of Homer's classic , world famous
tale of the Iliad and the Odyssey,
(WHICH NO MAN CAN EVER DO!)
The theme was used to present a short version
of a righteous but very tragic and savage justice
delivered for stealing another man's wife.
The Iliad (/'?li?d/;[1] Ancient Greek: ?????
Ilias, pronounced [i?.li.ás] in Classical
Attic; sometimes referred to as the Song of
Ilion or Song of Ilium) is an ancient Greek
epic poem in dactylic hexameter, traditionally
attributed to Homer. Set during the Trojan
War, the ten-year siege of the city of Troy
(Ilium) by a coalition of Greek states, it
tells of the battles and events during the
weeks of a quarrel between King Agamemnon
and the warrior Achilles.
Although the story covers only a few weeks
in the final year of the war, the Iliad
mentions or alludes to many of the Greek
legends about the siege; the earlier events,
such as the gathering of warriors for the
siege, the cause of the war, and related
concerns tend to appear near the beginning.
Then the epic narrative takes up events
prophesied for the future, such as Achilles'
looming death and the sack of Troy, prefigured
and alluded to more and more vividly, so that
when it reaches an end, the poem has told a
more or less complete tale of the Trojan War.
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[Post 617]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-07-2015 07:03 PM
Blue Hills Sing To Me
Those blue hills seem to gaze back at me
covered forests filled with glee.
Early morn the fog wraps their beauty so
such beauty sings don't you know?
In snow they look like ice cream cones
singing music in rhyming tones.
When looking for perfect Christmas tree
in season's jolly holiday spree!
Without fail hills so blue give to all
splashing colors each Fall.
From their beauty and deep snow drift.
later race streams so swift.
Spring wraps them in her beautiful heart.
Where new life sings out to set them apart!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-1993
Note- Sonnet on the Blue Hills, where
blue skies look down with envy.
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[Post 618]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-08-2015 10:19 PM
Bitter Memories of A Dark Rain's Wrath
There was such warmth in your winter fires
enchanting love in your daily talks.
Sweetest glory in all your fantasy desires
such treasured memories in our walks.
Spring held the beauty of that smiling face
as rising flowers burst the ground.
Renewal of life matched your loving grace
as classical music was your sound!
Yet cold Winter came as it always must do
bringing in chills that ate away.
The breath of life in hearts and in you
sick and foreboding a dark day.
Previous joys and pleasant days cherished
dearest touches grew so old.
A darkness formed, soon our love perished
love's ashes rest there so cold!
A nightmare, such bitter and cutting stains
death brought its deep cutting pain.
Eternal epic loss, that nothing ever explains
why our love drowned in dark rain!
R. J. Lindley
June 02- 1973
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Blade of Hate
Rip out my bruised and battered heart
fire that shot, you must start.
The cuts have soaked the floor so red
hell no, not yet am I, the fool dead!
Slide back into this bloody little room
give some more pain and slashing gloom.
You laugh so gleefully at my great pain
as if your heart isn't a stinking stain.
Spit out that blackened heart you chew
this world weeps at the evil you do.
Shove in more deep, slicing razor blades
stab into more late midnight raids.
Now you can walk on the blood that has dried
spin your lies and pretend this soul has died.
Stand in false pride at the gory little scene
eat out my heart , liver and my busted spleen!
Stab me with a blade of hate burned in so deep.
Finish me as now weak and dying, I go to sleep!
10-21-1973. robertjlindley
This is from long, long ago. Back when anger and passion
flowed like a river from me! My first wife tore my soul out
and stomped on it. Even in pure anger I loved her still.
I sent a copy of this to her her . She sent back a note ,
saying F.U.
This is from my journal that I have to date never shared
a single poem from.
Why not I asked myself. Life holds no truly great memories
if they are about such great pain...Pain that destroyed
a true love and glorified her use of drugs and torture..
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[Post 619]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-10-2015 10:31 AM
If Young Lambs Bleat Too Loud
By all this is mighty and old
may dear life be so bold.
Greater than the tie that binds
honor rests in our minds.
Call once that Truth prevails
life begets,no more hells!
Fear not,the brink that looms
heaven has enough rooms!
Let not,your courage faileth
hold that hope availeth.
A clear dawn,rights the day
let freedom hold sway.
If young lambs bleat too loud
about one rainy cloud.
Remind, silver linings exist
as vapors in morn's mist.
Bind not life in wicked ropes
sing of future's hopes.
And family and days in love
dreams to be proud of!
By all this is mighty and old
may dear life be so bold.
Greater than the tie that binds
honor rests in our minds.
R.J. Lindley
July 22, 1971
Note-- Very old poem, I was 17...
Edit - Words and phrases whose definition
contains availeth:
(1 result) = righteous
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[Post 620]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-11-2015 02:24 PM
Ancient Tree, How Inspiring It Be
The old tree stood beaten, weathered- Alone
were bent and twisting limbs ablowin'.
Within storm's deepest fury its majesty shown
deep was its great endurance ashowin'.
Burnt and so gnarly around its massive base
new sprouts growing from its seeds.
Beautiful widespread canopy was its face
flying like the manes on racing steeds!
With large broken limb hanging across another
huge awesome image it presented so- Epic
So easily viewed with love as if from a mother
gold poetry sung by this ancient relic!
That old tree hurt, in pain and- Enduring.
Gave solace for mankind's hope so- Assuring!
R.J. Lindley
March 2nd, 1970
Note- From my private journal. I was 16 then and
was too see that tree cut down a few months later!
Thats when I knew, man was basically ignorant and
heedless of Nature's beauty, necessity and great
dependence upon trees! I have never forgotten
that hard learned lesson.
My favorite tree, in ignorance destroyed to gain
a few more feet to plant cotton! To plant cotton!
That can be be grown by the billions with such ease
in one season but suddenly more important than a
hundred and fifty year old tree!
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[Post 621]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2015 08:58 AM
Where Now Shines Light and Love
Far, far, far away rejected darkened hate
now banished into its own gloom.
That black fog that did so dictate
the misery in my lonely room!
Pain, pain, pain was its desired fruit
I, a mere vassal to its decrees.
Finally found was its bitter root
hiding down deep as the seas!
Swift, swift, swift came the decision
to rip out one nasty, evil tree.
With deepest thought and precision
soul ripped the seed from me!
Hope, dearest hope now rests in that hole.
Where now shines love, always a worthy goal!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015
Note- A sonnet to remind me, darkness has a seed that
grows from within. Cut out the seed--light and love comes in.
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[Post 622]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2015 08:51 PM
Ghost Of My Ghost, A Much Safer Me
Ghost of my ghost, a much safer me
hiding in shadow's deepest holes.
No more fighting, I just let it be
gifting me my vaulting poles!
Heart of my heart, a calmer grace
resting within a learning soul.
The memory of her touch and face
yet again made my life whole!
Spirit within spirit, embraces life
key found to that golden gate.
Healed are cuts from an evil knife
released from chains of hate!
Solace within solace, glows with dreams
basking in a Springtime sun.
Walking in cool, clear flowing streams
with joy never to be undone!
R.J. Lindley
Nov 16th, 1990
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[Post 623]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-13-2015 11:40 PM
Written for contest- Ten lines or less, no names
Must be new poem, never entered in a contest here before.
Dreams Of The Conquerors, Monsters Marching By
(Dogs of War)
Along dusty narrow road they passed
Marching ever onward impetuously,
Nor saw they trembling flowers.
In panoply they rode
With music swift and loud,
And I knew not whether they went,
Nor who shall restore
The broken ways, nor where is well to hide,
Should they return in glory wrapped
Maddened with another victory.
Note- "panoply"- definition
pan·o·ply
ˈpanəplē/
noun
a complete or impressive collection of things.
"a deliciously inventive panoply of insults"
synonyms: array, range, collection
"the full panoply of U.S. military might"
a splendid display.
"all the panoply of Western religious liturgy"
synonyms: trappings, regalia; More
historical literary
a complete set of arms or suit of armor.
Results in--Took 5th place.....
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[Post 624]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-16-2015 08:37 PM
Old Maid Hadder Got Madder And Madder
Old maid Hadder got madder and madder
wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it.
Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder
taken aback, next she fell doggone it!
Did not matter, her day in a tatter
rain pouring down, gave her another frown.
Wind drove and gusted all the more at her
in her shame she felt even more a clown!
She could never rise not that it matters
her sad life now placed her in such tatters.
Her legs exposed showed fatter and fatter
with no lover, simply did not matter!
Sad tale of a mad, old lady Hadder.
To get up, had to use a step ladder.
Robert J. Lindley
English sonnet- (modern)un-metered, so shoot me.
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: N/A
Total # Words: 109
For contest---
MAD AS A HORNET - SONNET - poetry contest
Blog Posted:10/16/2015 2:48:00 PM
MAD AS A HORNET – SONNET
One NEW poem on the topic of --- MAD AS A HORNET
Only form acceptable is a SONNET. May be English, Italian, or French style.
See Shadow Poetry for descriptions, syllable and rhyme patterns.
I undertake this endeavor with great trepidation so jump right in and make
some waves.
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[Post 625]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-16-2015 10:44 PM
The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose
Old, blind and very ill, they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie.
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night.
In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body, so silent we never hear it.
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam.
As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip, to Heaven or Hell.
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap.
What was once singing, love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on those dying old.
Bloom off the flower, dying of the rose
all facing it cry so mournfully as it goes!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015
Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
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[Post 626]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-17-2015 10:08 AM
Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark
Where I saw tall trees wearing many crowns
with greatest splendor wrapping spreading limbs.
Early each morn wearing soft, dewy gowns
floating teardrops dropping from brightened stems.
Ancient tree trunks adorned with gnarly knots
such rustic beauty in their thickened bark.
Nature gives majesty as it allots
be it ancient tree or skimming skylark.
Trees holding my heart in sky-filling grasp
sky reaching titans eating my dark gloom.
Nature's beauty awes within me to gasp
and with inspired mind paint a wooded room.
Return I to timeless inspiring scene.
Trees grabbing at the bluest sky to preen.
R. J. Lindley
Sept, 1981
Note- From my private journal, written back in 1981. One minor correction made today.
"Return I --"again"- to timeless inspiring scene." The word "again" removed in order to meet the ten syllable count. Man, how I dearly hate having to do that.......
Exactly why so often I ignore poetry form restricting requirements!
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: N/A
Total # Words: 97
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
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A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made
While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.
Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!
Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.
Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?
Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015
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: N/A
Total # Words: 100
Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr
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[Post 627]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-19-2015 08:03 PM
Red Sunsets On The Blue Hills
What of soft red sunsets on the blue hills
Or true love found in a dusky the light.
Just as night frights give deeper cold chills
Crimson sunsetting views show heaven's might.
Such wondrous blazing stirs in me a dream
Fire cast from Valhalla's great skies.
Reminding of dying brave warrior's gleam
Of truth in death bearing no twisted lies.
Of glowing red sunbeams gracing sweet earth
We can see true courage gifting its hope.
Man cries praying for all that he is worth
For all resting beyond his earthly scope.
When red sunsets tell us life does renew.
We may ponder the path we dare to choose!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2015
(Modern Sonnet)
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: N/A
Total # Words: 108
Note: On sonnets, I hold that the message far outranks the
far too restrictive form of set meter. Thus I refuse to write in such.
I did adhere to the requirement of ten syllables per verse.
http://www.writing-world.com/poetry/schimel1.shtml
Of course, these "rules" for writing a sonnet are meant to be broken.
And even when adhering to the rules, there will be variation; lines
need not be perfectly iambic, so long as the predominant pattern is
consistent enough to be recognized as such. Many modern sonnets no
longer rhyme, or have variant rhyme schemes, but are still identifiably
a sonnet because it adheres to enough of the rules.
(1.) Valhalla---In Norse mythology, Valhalla
(from Old NorseValhöll "hall of the slain"[1])
is a majestic,enormous hall located in Asgard,
ruled over bythe god Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those
who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death,
led by valkyries, while the other half go to the
goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr. In Valhalla,
the dead join the masses of those who have died
in combat known as Einherjar, as well as various
legendary Germanic heroes and kings, as they prepare
to aid Odin during the events of Ragnarök. Before
the hall stands the golden tree Glasir, and the
hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields.
Various creatures live around Valhalla, such as
the stag Eikþyrnir and the goat Heiðrún, both
described as standing atop Valhalla and consuming
the foliage of the tree Læraðr.
Valhalla is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled
in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources,
the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri
Sturluson, Heimskringla, also written in the 13th century
by Snorri Sturluson, and in stanzas of an anonymous
10th century poem commemorating the death of Eric Bloodaxe
known as Eiríksmál as compiled in Fagrskinna. Valhalla
has inspired various works of art, publication titles,
popular culture references, and has become a term
synonymous with a martial (or otherwise) hall of the chosen
dead.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
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[Post 628]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-19-2015 09:12 PM
Twilight Waters Sing
When twilight falls
And running waters sing
For joy of eventide, -
When the moon-gold primrose
Lights the pink dusk
Like pale stars fallen and become
Calm eyes of dreaming earth,-
Then through the holy stillness
Memory flies
To long-forsaken regions,
And the little words of childhood
Echoing sound
As oracles of delight;
The little thoughts
That hovered around our innocent hearts
Come singing through a mist of tears
With silvery messages,
And they we lost in years gone by
Gather around once more,
Old grief all gone, -
When twilight falls
And running waters sing
For joy of eventide.
R.J. Lindley
Aug 7th 1975
Note: "eventide"
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/eventide
e·ven·tide (ē′vən-tīd′)
n.
Evening.
[Middle English, from Old English ǣfentīd : ǣfen, evening + tīd, time; see dā- in
Indo-European roots.]
American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition. Copyright ©
2011 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Published by Houghton
Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.
British Dictionary definitions for eventide Expand
eventide
/ˈiːvənˌtaɪd/
noun
1.
(archaic or poetic) another word for evening
Collins English Dictionary - Complete & Unabridged 2012 Digital Edition
© William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins
Publishers 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012
Cite This Source
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Look up eventide in Wiktionary, the free dictionary.
Eventide is an archaic word for evening.
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[Post 629]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-20-2015 08:44 PM
Dreams of Battle of Thymbra, Lydian–Persian War
In the midst of a battle I awoke thrown
walking over the crimson red dead.
Found and drew the shaft from solid stone
standing on soil blood soaked in red!
My heart afraid but never was it alone
in cold silence stood there dreaming.
My physical body was then so long gone
among the dead, dying and screaming!
Behind lay vultures squawking in feeding
ripping meat from living white bones.
Eating fallen men still alive and bleeding
yelps of pain and muffled crying moans!
Fog of war demanded the fight be engaged
crossing a river of deep flowing red.
With my sword slashing my spirit enraged
no time for sorrow for the new dead!
With each parry my time was just to borrow
a few more cuts just to stay alive.
Hell with pity, I had no time for sorrow
my soul wanted to live and thrive!
Battle won my heart sang out still beating
giving great thanks for still walking.
Glanced back at vultures ravenously eating
death upon the dead, no more talking!
Dawn's light, my sleeping battles long over
still I remembered the red soaked soil.
How soon the fallen to be covered in clover
with no more love, life or work to toil!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-20-2015
Note- Battle of Thymbra Lydian–Persian War Approximately 100,000[1]
The Battle of Thymbra was the decisive battle in the war between Croesus of the
Lydian Kingdom and Cyrus the Great of the Achaemenid Empire. Cyrus, having pursued
Croesus into Lydia following the drawn Battle of Pteria, met the remains of Croesus'
partly disbanded army in battle on the plain north of Sardis on December, 547 BC.
Even though Croesus' army was reinforced with many new men, Cyrus utterly defeated
it, despite being outnumbered more or less 2:1. This proved decisive, and after the
14 day Siege of Sardis,
the city and possibly its king fell, and Lydia was conquered by the Persians.
Cyrus's plan was to catch the Lydian king unprepared for battle, but at
Thymbra Croesus had more than twice as many men as Cyrus. The Lydians marched out
to meet Cyrus and quickly armed all the reserves there, before their allies were to
arrive, which they never did. According to Xenophon, Cyrus had 196,000 men in total,
[1][page needed] [2] which was composed of 31,000 to ~70,000 Persians. This consisted
of 20,000 infantry which may have included archers and slingers, 10,000 elite
infantry/ cavalry, which may have been the Persian Immortals, plus 20,000 peltasts
and 20,000 pikemen. All except the archers and slingers are known to have carried
small to large shields. The others were: 42,000 Arabians; Armenians; and Medians,
which amounted to 126,000 infantry. There were also 300 camel cavalry, 300 chariots,
and 5-6 siege towers, which were known to hold 20 men each. It all amounted to
1,000+ men, partly because there was one citizen, and one soldier on each chariot.
Xenophon tells us that Croesus had an army of 420,000 men,[3][page needed] which was
composed of 60,000 Babylonians, Lydians, and Phrygians, also Cappadocians, plus
nations of the Hellespont. This amounted to 300,000 men which included 60,000 cavalry.
There were also 120,000 Egyptians, plus 300 chariots, which may have been at least
500 men. The numbers of the battle given by Xenophon, even if untrue, are considered
within the realm of possibility, but less than half may have engaged in the actual
battle.
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[Post 630]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-21-2015 11:37 PM
Ransoming Nights, I Write In Rhyme
Deep into ransoming nights, I write in rhyme
a word or two to cry the saddest tales.
Of desperate fears, terrors of ending time
my mind rebels but my soul so wails.
Bleakest shadows follow me to my old bed
speak to me in the night about hell.
And remind me how damn soon I will be dead
then send me a taste of death's smell.
I so embolden, such can not birth my big fears
thus the monsters rise to touch me.
Then scratch, bite and pinch me right into tears
always promising to never let me be.
Nights taunt me into another darker world
full of evil gnashing demons at play.
Among these blood suckers my soul is hurled
with my only rescue the break of day.
Deep into ransoming nights I write in rhyme
a word or two to cry the saddest tales.
Of desperate fears, terrors of ending time
my mind rebels but my soul so wails.
Robert Lindley, 10-21-2015
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[Post 631]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-22-2015 09:45 AM
Three AM And This Heart Goes Numb
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
A shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
Useless were lies myself I did tell
as my horse now rides into a hell.
Pains are mental and so very damn cold
no longer am I strong or bold.
This old image looking right back at me
of a ship sinking on a stormy sea.
Why did my life wreck and go astray
can not grab to remake yesterday.
Damn the pity and damn my old tired soul
life is the pits and takes its toll.
Clock now strikes that wicked number four
I see ghosts racing in my front door.
Time to laugh out as they try to haunt me
they can not hurt this shell of me.
Leaving one always cries his wicked curse
I laugh as it can never get worse.
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
Only a shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
R.J. Lindley
June,14TH 1989
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[Post 632]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-23-2015 10:13 AM
Drink, Drink Of Life's Ale
Take my measure; eat of my tree
Be gone sweet sorrow; life lives in me
Stand that axe against fallen tree, let sun arise
mercy in me, paints a jaded sky.
Cast your spear into abandoned ground;
Let love hold sway and stay around,
Gulp that sweet flagon of ale,
Life is rich and hot is Hell.
Ah, the gold in life eludes thee,
Take no great heed.
Damn it all, just set another course;
lay your gold on another horse,
Eat from the mythical tree-
And place more faith in me.
And place more faith in me.
And place more faith in me.
R.J. Lindley
1975
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[Post 633]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-23-2015 10:10 PM
Solitude and Nature Please
S olitude and Nature are friends that please
N ature, nothing can ever top its gifts.
O nly cold truth in wizened, wintry trees
W ithin lies wondrous hearts that so uplifts.
10-23-2015
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 29
10-23-2015
For contest, WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN
Rules-
1) One 'acrostrain' poem titled either WIND, RAIN OR SNOW ACROSTRAIN
2) No names
3) Please date your poem
4) Post the poem as an acrostic
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Deep In My Heart, Sweet Redemption Dwells
(Three lines in verse)
In my song, then : "Love was so sweet"
Yet it never ever dares
gives sad soul too much to eat.
In my tale, now : "Life stays so true"
Although it never spells
out all the evil we so often do.
In my life, then : "Fate delivered pain"
Yet it rarely gave out
the blessed gifts of Spring rain.
In my spirit soon : "Mercy will give"
Although it reminds us
faith, by faith it tis' best to live.
Robert J. Lindley 02-19-2001
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A mist, a memory;
A song in a dream that was wrapped in purple cloak
So great the relief felt
joy and happy tears merged with love
I cried out with praise and sobs so great
deep feelings swelled my breasts and made me choke.
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Destiny and The Great Gamble
Destiny's reality invades Isle of Hope and Spirit
roaring echoes from cavernous pits.
Crowds out night-bird's song, none can hear it
epic song of relief wherein mercy sits!
A missed storm wraps time and fortune;
life bestows blessings in glimmering shades-
To those that seek a fairer trail,
world gifts sweetness in love's parades.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
R.J. Lindley
early 70's..
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[Post 634]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-24-2015 04:54 PM
In Her Veil Of Morning Blue
Whence came those winsome
Asteria of my dream
With laughter laden,-
In a bright land a white band
Dancing by a mossy stream?
Once more she cometh
In her veil of morning blue
Singeth, and is gone
Happy are they who see the glint
Of her swift and silvery feet!
My dream dancer
Go ease thy hunger;
Rest and laughter make thee strong
Unto much love and learning.
Yet when love is truly understood
Dar'st thou dance in this wild world?
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2015
Note- "Asteria"
Asteria (mythology)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For the band, see Asteria (band). For the medieval music
ensemble, see Asteria Medievale. For the type of gemstone,
see Star stone.
Asteria and Phoebe on the Pergamon Altar.
In Greek mythology, Asteria (/əˈstɪəriə/; Ancient Greek:
Ἀστερία, "of the stars, starry one") was a name attributed
to the following eleven individuals: the daughter of
Coeus, an Amazon woman, Heliad, Danaid, Alkyonides, the
Consort of Phocus, the consort of Bellerophon, the daughter
of Coronus, the daughter of Teucer, an Athenian maiden,
and a character in the opera "Telemaco". Each of these is
detailed below.
In Gluck opera[edit]
Christoph Willibald Gluck gave the name Asteria to one of
the characters in his 1765 opera "Telemaco", though the
name did not appear in Homer's Odyssey on which the opera
was based.
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[Post 635]
Author : Russ
Date : 10-24-2015 07:00 PM
Three AM And This Heart Goes Numb
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
A shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
Useless were lies myself I did tell
as my horse now rides into a hell.
Pains are mental and so very damn cold
no longer am I strong or bold.
This old image looking right back at me
of a ship sinking on a stormy sea.
Why did my life wreck and go astray
can not grab to remake yesterday.
Damn the pity and damn my old tired soul
life is the pits and takes its toll.
Clock now strikes that wicked number four
I see ghosts racing in my front door.
Time to laugh out as they try to haunt me
they can not hurt this shell of me.
Leaving one always cries his wicked curse
I laugh as it can never get worse.
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
Only a shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
R.J. Lindley
June,14TH 1989
A bit on the depressing side, Robert, but very well done. You have much going for you now in 2015, and this was written in 1989 - an unhappy year?
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[Post 636]
Author : Russ
Date : 10-24-2015 07:01 PM
Solitude and Nature Please
S olitude and Nature are friends that please
N ature, nothing can ever top its gifts.
O nly cold truth in wizened, wintry trees
W ithin lies wondrous hearts that so uplifts.
10-23-2015
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 29
10-23-2015
For contest, WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN
Rules-
1) One 'acrostrain' poem titled either WIND, RAIN OR SNOW ACROSTRAIN
2) No names
3) Please date your poem
4) Post the poem as an acrostic
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Deep In My Heart, Sweet Redemption Dwells
(Three lines in verse)
In my song, then : "Love was so sweet"
Yet it never ever dares
gives sad soul too much to eat.
In my tale, now : "Life stays so true"
Although it never spells
out all the evil we so often do.
In my life, then : "Fate delivered pain"
Yet it rarely gave out
the blessed gifts of Spring rain.
In my spirit soon : "Mercy will give"
Although it reminds us
faith, by faith it tis' best to live.
Robert J. Lindley 02-19-2001
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A mist, a memory;
A song in a dream that was wrapped in purple cloak
So great the relief felt
joy and happy tears merged with love
I cried out with praise and sobs so great
deep feelings swelled my breasts and made me choke.
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Destiny and The Great Gamble
Destiny's reality invades Isle of Hope and Spirit
roaring echoes from cavernous pits.
Crowds out night-bird's song, none can hear it
epic song of relief wherein mercy sits!
A missed storm wraps time and fortune;
life bestows blessings in glimmering shades-
To those that seek a fairer trail,
world gifts sweetness in love's parades.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
R.J. Lindley
early 70's..
Really well done.
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[Post 637]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-24-2015 08:47 PM
Really well done.
Thanks. Which one?
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[Post 638]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-24-2015 09:45 PM
A bit on the depressing side, Robert, but very well done. You have much going for you now in 2015, and this was written in 1989 - an unhappy year?
Yes, that year was terrible. Can not reveal all that happened, far too personal.
Can reveal this, our precious daughter was only a year old and we almost divorced-- had nothing to do with me being unfaithful.. lets just say--some women are worthless and unfaithful even when treated like princesses. -Tyr
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[Post 639]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-25-2015 05:37 PM
Dimissione War
I will seek the silent ways
Unknown in sunnier days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things,-
The clouds that in the morning sun
Vanish in beauty and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the ways of trusty men.
I would forget, that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.
I will rise
And leave you, and so find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your war-torn ways;
My days
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours
And war shall see its last
Endless number of victims from its evil past.
10-25-2015
Silent One
Contest Deadline:
11/22/2015 12:00:00 AM
Welcome to my 17th contest. Promote peace
not war...
Let your muse flow..
Any form
No names
New poems dated from 22 October 2015.
Please put date on the bottom.
Edit- This poem took 1st place....
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[Post 640]
Author : Russ
Date : 10-25-2015 06:42 PM
Thanks. Which one?
Well, I meant all of them, but I will pick Destiny and the Great Gamble as my favorite.
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[Post 641]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-26-2015 05:54 PM
Well, I meant all of them, but I will pick Destiny and the Great Gamble as my favorite.
Thanks amigo. Kinda partial to that one myself... :beer: :beer: -Tyr
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[Post 642]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-26-2015 05:56 PM
Mixed Up Words Twonite
I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.
I ache to write a great song
a little ditty to thus amuse.
Yet my words hide in a throng
of trash I am loathe to reuse!
Another word like ocean, I sea
burning in crimson color read.
Gotto, got to go, need to pea
then rewrite those words I red.
I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.
R.J. Lindley
Dec, 6th, 1983
A bit of levity in title and the third
stanza, too cold to go buy more whiskey.
I wander iffn' my spillin shood be
chekked twonite.
Note- THE ABOVE IS POSTED COMPLETE AS
WAS WRITTEN 32 YEARS AGO.SEEMS LIKE I
WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND WHILE DRINKING
SOMETHING TO KNOCK DOWN THE CHILL.
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[Post 643]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-28-2015 01:57 PM
As Flowers Asleep In Starlight
In my dark chamber starlight through one chink
Brings near the Heavenly regions and the deep
Eternity beyond, the while I think
Dim thoughts of waters lulling flowers asleep.
I would be free from ghosts of space and time
That walk familiar regions of the night;
In my dark chamber, to a simple rhyme,
The world is rolling onward into light.
To be quiet- there too is beauty- and to breathe
On those around the fragrance of the dreams
That lie about thee in thy solitude,
Lovelier than thou can be told. The hearts of men
By silence are made stronger to endure,
By silence wherein tremble beyond sound
The fairest symbols of eternal pity,
As flowers asleep in starlight.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2015
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[Post 644]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-29-2015 08:22 PM
The Priest's Love
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back his loving tears
Pray he all, blessed and godly new start.
Through infinite quiet and its deep sound
Into darkness and its hollow hold.
He won battles with truest faith unbound
And prayers of epic blessings retold.
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-29-2015
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[Post 645]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-31-2015 10:39 PM
The Rustic Old Miner
He lived in the hills in a little shack
traveled he slowly back and forth.
Heavy load resting upon his weary back
back to his mountain in far North.
Had no family that he dare call his own
solitary soul living life lonely.
Amid wild animals and hard mountain stone
thought about love but once only!
Love held no candle to his mountain view
where sun rose but ever so slowly.
Had all his old tools, needed nothing new
one old bible and it was very holy.
He made do with just one worn out pick
dawn to dark, hard stones he broke.
Staying tough and very hard was the trick
quick into work every morn he woke.
He felt no rough weather deep in his mine
just sweat and pains stone breaking.
No complaints, his life to him just fine
never one to be lousy belly-aching.
Years flew by and he found a little gold
life and those views held him fast.
One cool morn he woke to find himself old
never dreaming it could be his last.
Afternoon rolled on, his head was spinning
that moment, his last breath taken.
Had he known, he would have called it winning
life over, soul had just been fakin'.
R.J. Lindley
April 24th , 1975
Note- From my private journal.
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[Post 646]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-01-2015 09:25 PM
Soft Wind Grace Shadows Dancing
Shadows- dancing dark mists gliding on by
Lovers in glowing moonlight breezy tryst
Held in love's romance caring but not shy
Mysteries soon solved if they persist.
Moonlight casts shadows so epic and fleet
With loving thrills racing within the scores
Shadows- dance on never daring to eat
Yet leap about enjoying nights outdoors.
Night's serenade- shadow's beauty flying
On sandy beaches gracing foreign shores
Love and life dear, can be no denying
Nature's night, its melody sweetly pours.
And if windy gusts reward with cool air
romantic scene gifts shadows holding more
She of his heart- glowing with raven hair
Yields to softer pleas which he may implore.
Never desired, loss of night's images fair
Lovely couple embraced shadows renewed
Each kiss offers up a dancing prayer
Shadows finding- true love we must conclude.
11-01-2015
Shadows at Night - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
End Rhyming poems only
new poems please
no names
date your poem
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
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[Post 647]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-02-2015 09:39 PM
Lost Love And Dear Time Flies
My love, wondrous mysteries of words unsaid
Heart echoes of our afternoon trysts
Soft memories of your majestic, silkened bed
Bursts from heated love's glowing mists
Not a dream- kisses that made my heart cry out
Tasting all of your sweet delights;
Promises of moonlight and another midnight bout
You showing me all those private sights.
Last morn at our private hillside cabin retreat
You danced on that huge backyard porch
Gracefully naked from pretty head to dainty feet
Beauty firing up my loving and eager torch.
Such times, remind me that my life has been good
And an angel graced my fast, racing skies
With greatest regret I now mourn what I should
O' my , how lost love and dear time so flies!
R.J. Lindley
April 23rd,1993
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[Post 648]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-03-2015 07:38 PM
Where Darkest Grain,Weakens The Wood
Retelling the story of lost loves in life
recovery from such saddened tales.
Thoughts of why,what if she were my wife
and memories of a leaving hell.
Winds that have driven cold hard rain
wrecking havoc upon paradise.
Fire arrows burning in that tragic brain
where love did not suffice!
And hearts torn like useless paper plates
nightly anger - no provocation.
No mercy from culminations of the hates
deep pain- never any salvation!
Dark realms, red and bloodied in intensity
past fantasies that hold deep the good.
Yet anger waiting in BOLD, epic propensity.
where darkest grain,weakens the wood!
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 10th, 1978
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[Post 649]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-04-2015 08:01 PM
The Reward
Thou shalt lean thy little hand upon a tree
Mighty and aged; thy most lovely robe
Shall gently press the soft and silent earth;
The evening clouds shall float in the dark pool
Before thy beauty with a dreamy light.
None shall be with thee; none shall break the spell
That draws together the entwining splendor
Of branches black as a deep mountain cave,
Where rests- the soft moaning breeze
Of silvery curving sea and winding bays
Where sand and wavelets kiss, of twilight shadows
That deeper grow about thy loveliness.
For this is thy rich hour, this thy reward
When mindless things in the all-folding Mind
Become the glad companions of they heart
In its deep quest beyond the tide of sorrow.
R.J. Lindley
Jan.18th 1973
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[Post 650]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-05-2015 08:22 PM
The Ascent And The Arrival
I,
Who am of the ancient tribes of trees,
Climb slowly.
Aeons unguessed, ere I shall see the crest
Of the blue towers, love's high citadel
Hath reared, unutterably beautiful,
Unutterably holy.
With eternal harmony- Time peregrinates
Where inaudible - Gasps
Find Elysian fields.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2015
Note-
1. Aeons
e·on
ˈēən,ˈēˌän/
noun
plural noun: aeons
an indefinite and very long period of
time, often a period exaggerated for
humorous or rhetorical effect.
"he reached the crag eons before I
arrived"
2. peregrinates
per·e·gri·nate
ˈperəɡrəˌnāt/
verbarchaichumorous
3rd person present: peregrinates
travel or wander around from place to place.
3. Elysian
General use[edit]
Elysium (or the Elysian Fields), in Greek
mythology, the final resting places of the
souls of the heroic and the virtuous.
It was ruled by Cronus.
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[Post 651]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-07-2015 03:33 PM
Nature's Lament
Alas! Was once greatest echo of time,
When all the days were bold;
Sky and storm cried out with ferocity
And its heart newborn was old.
Bound by chains and its beauty denied,
Earth ripped deep in savage glee,
And wickedness its glory, as it lied
A Titan knocked upon its heels.
Never more! Resting in its realm pure
Nature's fate never told;
The time of mortal man's rise,
Or at what cheap price it was sold.
Seasons racing into everlasting joy,
When its age was newborn;
Now darkness invades its golden realm
Its pure heart forever torn!
LO! I am Nature, my spirit daily cries.
And hidden cuts can be seen in my skies!
Robert J. Lindley
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[Post 652]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-08-2015 01:53 PM
Songs Of Power
(Lost As Blackness Invades)
Where the agony invades life seems in blurs,
And the long nights eat the fruited trees,
And later, night dreams stalk barking curs
Where blue-red tides overcome futile pleas.
Across infinite space--thoughts dreaded
And blood-lust seeking new infesting homes,
Deeper into darkness the Soul is headed
against its will- the mind wickedly roams.
Bright roses once bloomed in this castle dark,
Violets arose to soon die in vanished splendor
Where shadow raced to eat resting meadowlark,
Bound and chained heart goes with its sender.
Sorrow alights- in its ebony spreading cloak,
as storms slash across the turbulent seas,
Speared in the chest and rotting shaft broke
cried for and nothing found to appease.
No relief! Falling stars batter forsaken mind,
fiery reds cover vanishing jungles greens
Life in its mysteries, finds room to be unkind
as purple hearts- grace such melancholy scenes!
Death of innocence, once dark strain all too real
jungles evergreen, turn to exploding reds,
Where death invades innocent sleeping heads,
war, its eternal darkness, with indescribable pains.
While man thus cursed, seeks illusionary gains!
Darkness cast forth from Souls that can not feel!
11-08-2015
For contest- Songs Of Power
Song chosen-
Paint It Black - Rolling Stones:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InRDF_0lfHk
Not a song but rather a new poem from an old sadness.
Cut from original due to contest length requirements set.
Death of innocence, once dark strain all too real
jungles evergreen, turn to exploding reds,
Where death invades innocent sleeping heads,
war, its eternal darkness, with indescribable pains.
While man thus cursed, seeks illusionary gains!
Darkness cast forth from Souls that can not feel!
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[Post 653]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2015 11:03 AM
At An Ancient Warrior's Grave
Grave deeply, as storm-gods clamor round:
Here lieth a mortal whom the thundering sound
Of heroes maddened, one whose heart took fire
At their slow march about the headland pyre,
Chanting their sorrow in the noblest tongue
Earth ever knew, one who had once been among
The sailors in the living ships of old,
Tugged at the oars with them, and felt the cold
Of wintry night-seas heaving over the prow
In the shadows of the moon; and now
He hath no fear of any death,
For he hath seen men pitifully die
A thousand ways, and patiently awaiteth
What ever draweth nigh.
R.J. Lindley
July 23rd, 1971
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[Post 654]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2015 08:35 PM
In Quiet She Rests, Now Forever Lost
Through her soft heart passes
The love that sent the seasons to our service
Lighted the day with joy, the night with wonder,
And leads through the mystic door of death
To happiness beyond mortality.
Among the wind-strewn blossom
She knelt, that sunrise hour,
With happy brow and bosom
Wreathed in a snowy shower.
Her soul, so calm, so brave,
Still keeps trysts she haunted;
Deep rest is hers for all the rest she granted;
She sleepeth in her quiet woodland grave.
Robert J. Lindley
Feb. 11th 1984
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[Post 655]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-11-2015 07:39 PM
Unknown Singer, Set My Heart Alight
(One Winter's Night)
It was a beautiful poem I found
One winter's night,
So beautiful that it suddenly set
My heart alight.
And I closed the book, and went out
Into cold falling, there and then,
And wandered hour on hour
Through dreaming men.
Never aware of the terrible cold,
Or winter snow melting on my hands
Nor images of Thor's ice giants of old
Casting winter's wrath from their lands.
I have never opened that book again,
Nor will;
The poem is gone and forgotten,
But through me still
There flows the laughter of immortal joy
I heard one night,
When the Unknown Singer
Set my heart alight.
Robert J. Lindley, 11/11-2015
Broken Wings--
Write Me A Winter Poem - Poetry Contest
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[Post 656]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-12-2015 09:09 AM
Sad Past That Haunts These Halls
Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed majestically- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.
And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?
Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
In that vastness keeping souls far apart
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
They that know of the past in its glory
Some few kneeling in their sadness to pray-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!
Robert J. Lindley 11-12-2015
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10 12 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
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[Post 657]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-14-2015 10:14 AM
Earth, Its Ancient Wonders And Mysteries
After the storm, miracles so 'oft grow
gifting healing that mankind finds so strange.
We foolishly think every thing we know
is written in solid stone, can not change.
That deluge that washed up the distant past
snaps cuts into our rigid, raging minds.
Living in this world blind, racing too fast
looking for treasure within all our finds.
After floods, treasure often comes forth
with shock and majesty we are in awe.
Very frigid the whipping winds from the North
Nature's gems so shiningly come to call.
Wherein, earth holds wonders and mysteries.
shimmering gold rests in its histories!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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: N/A
Total # Words: 100
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[Post 658]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-16-2015 11:07 PM
Filling The Sails And Not Asking The Why
Alas! I have found raging seas my home
Set into sail, amidst the longest wails
Deep into turbulent splashing sea foam
Stalwart , desperate clinging to the rails.
Far and away rest family and shore
Winded sails,seeking chiming landing bells
And love this beautiful life all the more
Daring adventure and sailor's tales.
Every new journey an enchanting trip
Across heaven and the vast wind-blown seas
Never to jump and dare abandon ship
Even if found are golden treasure Keys.
While floating underneath, Heaven and Sky
Filling the sails and not asking the why.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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: N/A
Total # Words: 94
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[Post 659]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-19-2015 10:44 AM
Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow
Yesteryear her heart slept upon my pillow,
there warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Her life gone now, cut the weeping willow
shred the shadows dancing in my dismay.
Those magnificent nights we shared our all
drank in love, life and sweetest wine.
Holding on to her precious memories I recall
feasts upon which I again want to dine.
Forever faithful in our true love's passion,
eager for each new dawn's wondrous day.
Her touch and style never out of fashion,
I dare to plead for again whenever I pray.
There warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Two hearts melted together each new day.
R.J. Lindley
June 11th 1976
NOTE--
Life and Time destroyed the beauty of that rose,
a flower plucked from its heavenly spot.
Sad, a living death that in addiction she chose
and all our life and future she then forgot.
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[Post 660]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-20-2015 09:26 PM
Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats
Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.
And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975
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[Post 661]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2015 05:03 PM
Within A Dream, I Love You , Was Heard
Of short duration, joy in our loving dreams
Of Lust and Love- Both fuel deeper desires
With Loss, wading behind in the flowing streams
And Longing- flaming it its own Fires.
Yet where fine and fair weather holds its sway
We sing and dance never seeming to tire
And upon that sweet beach in heavenly bay
Nothing can make us think of future rage and ire.
Wanting to be that permanent snow far up top
And a mountain in its great majestic power.
Our Love swears that nothing, can ever it stop
Until doom, doom dares to invade its bower.
Once upon that sweet beach in heavenly bay.
I heard her, "I love you", so tenderly say!
R.J. Lindley,
Spring 1972
Note- This one, was a golden angel that in
my foolish youth I messed up!
Yet life had so much more in store , for living
is about mistakes, learning and surviving.
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[Post 662]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-22-2015 01:27 PM
She Passed Unto Her Own Beauty
They bore her in a golden palanquin
Down to the dusky ford;
They bent in tears before her sandaling,
Nor uttered a word
As through the forest-shadowed water-way
She passed unto her own beauty,-
Unto the loveliness of things remembered
Beyond the light of day.
The silent prayer-
Never fear; the long sad years
With their yearning and their tears,
Crush not, only purify
That of thee which can not die.
Bow thy head and bide the hour
Of thy plenitude;
Round thee, when they need thee most,
They will come, the friendly ghost.
R.J. Lindley,
Dec. 7th, 1972
(1.) palanquin
pal·an·quin
?pal?n'ken/
noun
(in India and the East) a covered litter for one passenger, consisting
of a large box carried on two horizontal poles by four or six bearers.
(2.) sandaling
dictionary.reference.com/browse/sandal
Dictionary.com
verb (used with object), sandaled, sandaling or (especially British)
sandalled, sandalling.
* to furnish with sandals. Origin of sandal 1. Expand. Middle English.
(3.) plenitude
plen·i·tude
'pleni?t(y)o?od/
noun
an abundance.
"the farm boasts a plenitude of animals and birds"
synonyms: abundance, lot, wealth, profusion, cornucopia, superabundance; More
the condition of being full or complete.
"the plenitude of the Pope's powers"
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[Post 663]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-23-2015 11:45 PM
Through The Deep Forest, Bubbling And Cool
Through the deep forest, bubbling and cool
Beneath low-dancing ferns, the hollow brook
Murmurs its memories of caverned earth
To those beloved sisters of the stars,
The golden celandine, far-lineaged,
And the pale wood-anemone that brings
Fragrance from some forgotten world of wonder
The years have drifted over. All the night
They slumber side by side, and through their dreams
Wander the shy ones, lovely and elusive
Beyond the utmost winsomeness of words.
Once we are told by that unwearying nurse
Who watched our steps from the beginning, we
Were even as they, had wisdom such as theirs,
And silence, and the gift of deathless song,-
Were children once, with laughter in our hearts
Of sunrise leaping the surges of the seas.
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 19th 1972
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[Post 664]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-24-2015 08:29 PM
The Outcast
A lonely figure, at the setting of the sun,
Bending beneath a frozen wooded-load,
Draws like a dark grief over the shadowy moor
To an unseen abode.
And lo! against that glory of the west,
More wonderful than paradisal dreams,
The beauty of her soul, unveiled at last,
With holy mystery gleams.
To shape that sad vision of loveliness
Deep in the glow of eventide, this earth
Hath borne from the beginning of all sorrow
That ever came to birth.
Labor and love and loneliness; within
These sanctuaries they find the wells of peace
Who move in silent tribulation to
Their last release!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-24-2015
Note- Started this poem early this morn, finshed it
7:12 pm. I wanted to write in my old form again just
to see how hard it is to do after abandoning for so
very many years now!
Started with a sonnet in mind but my muse knew
better methinks.
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[Post 665]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-25-2015 07:51 PM
Wild Roses In The Thunder
They are quivering
With beauty and strange alarm,
Wild roses in the thunder.
The great sea drowned
Those tiny footprints
On the sands
Of my lonely heart.
He who uttereth
Thoughts that blend with the silence
Maketh a poem.
Even the plum-boughs
Dreaming in the frozen dawn
Stir with enchantment.
In dreams of mystic earth
Raptured glory adorned her face
Sentinels sang with glee.
They are quivering
With beauty and strange alarm,
Wild roses in the thunder.
R.J. Lindley
Aug.3rd 1974
Old Note- Yes, even in my sad state of painful memories--I can see her face....
her face... her face..
Note today-- Yes, even in my current fog of memories- I still see that vision....
that vision... that vision..
Edit- I am sorely tempted to expand this poem with more details of this love
that crashed and burned in the blue flames of misery.
However, I feel my writing abilities now so weakened , are not strong enough for that task.
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[Post 666]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-26-2015 11:32 AM
Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born
That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low
yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show.
For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed
And mother dog had given, each beautifully made.
Six little furry bundles soon appeared in sight
all pretty except the runt, I later named Midnight.
Momma dog was so careful to tend to them all
even Midnight although he was so very small.
Five were quite healthy and look so very great
except for Midnight and he hardly ever ate.
Born so small,left paw deformed,looked so bad
one less left toe it most assuredly had.
Father said, Midnight simply would not survive
I took it upon myself to prove that a lie.
Three weeks I diligently set him in place to feed
taking care of his every want and great need.
He had started out looking like a disaster
now suddenly he had grown into a little master.
With that white shining spot just above his eye
dad said, he will do , son you are the reason why.
A year flew past like a quick, brief summer rain
all pups beautiful, nary a one was just plain.
Yet Midnight all agreed was now the great prize
I had done it, proved my Dad's prediction a lie!
He had a shiny coat that glowed, limps as he walks
his bark was so beautiful, I swear I heard him talk.
Neighbors swore nothing like him did they ever see
Dad said, "son gets the credit" then point at me.
All the dogs were soon trained to track and hunt
Midnight excelled, the very best of the bunch.
Fellow hunters bragged all about his great skill
one offered to buy him for a hundred dollar bill!
Dad would always smile, wink and just politely say
not for any amount, not now or on any other day.
That dog was reared and fed lovingly by my baby son
I'd not sell him for diamonds nor gold by the ton.
Midnight began a runt and little could I ever see
but my boy saw and proved my error lovingly to me.
That pup began a sickly runt, a diamond in the rough
my boy healed him, making a top winner sure enough!
R.J. Lindley
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[Post 667]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-27-2015 01:53 PM
Darkness And Its Deep Covering Cloak
Nightfall comes, darkness precedes the wetness of dew
There rises visions and stranger rampaging things
That cause a desperate heart to fear for you;
For who may know the terror this sad night brings,
Perhaps mercy cometh only as your great honor's due.
Shine, shine on bright stars predicting another Fate
Crashing upon foreign shores, blackness at play
As darkness eats into soul's deeper first estate;
Search yet again for relief from Light of day,
And pray for mercy, as if reprieve is not too late.
Pray we, that do know darkness and its deep covering cloak.
Seekers of righteousness before serenity and faith are broke.
Robert J. Lindley, 05-27-2005
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[Post 668]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-28-2015 11:31 AM
Upon What Distant Shores Dare We Tread
On what shores, do the soft, bouncing gleams of sad moonlight,
Wander through the misty gloom to glow upon the dark retreats,
Where the leaves only serve to scatter the sweetest gathering
Of mythical forested creature from the ancient days of yore;
No earthly wisdom can explain this mystery to friend or foe,
Or travelers through the fantastic spiritual realms at midnight
Often seeing the miracles of creatures that man can not explain,
Or the wonders within a fairy's multi-colored, majestic gleams.
Traveling, within such vast, unexplored and magical realms,
Into the congregation of creatures our minds so often fear.
Within such wooded and mystical terrain rests our hidden dreams,
Such that often we never ever dare to reveal to even ourselves,
Aching dreams of love and fantasy desires resting upon our minds
With images glistening of ancient trolls, dwarfs, fairies and elves;
Mere fodder to set our minds into a far deeper,inspiring landscape,
In a desperate search to meet higher beings to explain this place;
And as those bouncing gleams highlight the spiritual in the night,
That we may see, that God that we so dearly want to see face to face.
Traveling, within such vast, unexplored and magical realms,
Into the congregation of creatures our minds so often fear.
R.J. Lindley
Jan20th,1989
Note- A rare offering of my actually writing a poem back then that was not primarily rhyme based.
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[Post 669]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-29-2015 09:17 PM
Blessed Be
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
as whistling rain pelted majestic oaks.
And, the soaked birds began to cry for you
as Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks,
thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttered in the wind
where fast asleep the rabbits hid away;
all the beauty we wish would never end,
the brightened colors of each joyful day,
as Nature's glory flowed out to transcend.
Still, in the silence, a flowing stream sang
a melody of bygone days and stones
skipping from little hands as flat slates sprang
and lent a lilt of laughter to each tone.
Can you taste the winds as the seasons flow?
The comfy scent of wood smoke on the breeze
recalls the snap of pine cones in the hearth
or trudging through forest deep for downed trees
to bring home for a Yuletides start.
Water, wood, metal, fire, are God’s gifted plan.
Robert Lindley & Debbie Guzzi
11-29-2015
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[Post 670]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-29-2015 09:18 PM
Nature's Beauty, Wonderful World
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks.
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks.
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttered in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day.
As Nature's beauty flowed out to transcend.
Dappled sunlight flickers in swaying trees
Squirrels forage for their winter food store
Shadows dancing in warm autumnal breeze
The beauty of nature holds me in awe
Man must protect earth; we are its trustees
God blesses us with four seasons each year
Each one brings its own delightful beauty
Gardens grow, pretty flowers soon appear
Bringing joy to our world for all to see
Please cherish the world that we hold so dear
Robert Lindley & Jan Allison
11-29-2015
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[Post 671]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-29-2015 09:19 PM
From Earthen Bed
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttered in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day
As Nature's beauty flowed out to transcend.
As sky greets the land like a golden thread
I cry for my heart is truly Broken
Muted memories from the day we wed
The future was promised by words spoken
Your pure soul taken from our earthen bed
Bird like angels transport you to the sky
Weeping willows now join in my sorrow
Unable to give me an answer why
Today is lost I long for tomorrow
There within the Heavens we will both fly!
Robert Lindley & Richard Lamoureux
11-29-2015
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[Post 672]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-29-2015 09:20 PM
Zephyr's Kiss
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttered in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day
As Nature's beauty flowed out to transcend.
Blazing red the delicate maple stands
Gently kissed by Zephyr's uplifting breeze
As frost comes touching each leaf with cold hands
During night's darkest hour leaves damp to freeze
A deep pain felt by one who understands
Ginko's golden hair full of color fair
Tossed about by the nor'easter force
Weeps to sympathize with Maple's affair
Soon ribbons snatched, hair detached a worse course
Winter blows with ice and cold uncomparable
Robert Lindley & Sara Kendrick
11-29-2015
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[Post 673]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2015 11:58 PM
Thy Silent Thoughts
So beautiful are thy unspoken thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy unspoken thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.
R.J. Lindley
Aug, 11th, 1977
Note- Yes, I can still see her face and her
shining , beautiful eyes. That image has yet
to ever fade!
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[Post 674]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-01-2015 11:14 AM
Will That Music Sing Sweetly To Us Forever
Out there comes music from the emerald hills,
Where rabbits, foxes and wildcats roam,
And great scenic views that a sad heart thrills
When seeking Nature far from sweet home
Summer morns the forest sings to be so alive
And meadow flowers dance as they are blown
Busy bees go about making honey for the hive
While snakes crawl through the brush overgrown
Will that music sing sweetly to us forever,
Or fall to cutting axe with a sharp blade,
God forbid! Pray we that comes true never!
As our hearts find the beauty Nature hath made!
R.J. Lindley
June 9th, 1974
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[Post 675]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-01-2015 11:34 PM
The Dark Mystery
Deep lies the anchor,
Deep in the sand;
No winds arise,
Far is the land;
The captain sleeps,
The shipmen blink,
All slowly doth
The great moon sink-
For ever and ever
The night will last,
For ever and ever
Dreams go past,
In silence of
The outer sea,
Dim-blended and
Forebodingly.
And ship and sea
And purple sky
Shall pass away,
And voyagers die;
And all that was
Be born again
Within a sunlit
Drop of rain.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-01-2015
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[Post 676]
Author : Balu
Date : 12-02-2015 01:00 AM
Dear Robert,
Thank you again for your wonderful poems, my grandchildren and me keep on reading with Great pleasure.
I think you will be pleased to learn, that my grand daughter, having learned some of your poems by heart, read a couple of them at school. Her teacher was shocked (in a positive meaning) very much, as it was her first acquaintance with nowadays American poetry.
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[Post 677]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-02-2015 09:03 AM
Dear Robert,
Thank you again for your wonderful poems, my grandchildren and me keep on reading with Great pleasure.
I think you will be pleased to learn, that my grand daughter, having learned some of your poems by heart, read a couple of them at school. Her teacher was shocked (in a positive meaning) very much, as it was her first acquaintance with nowadays American poetry.
Thanks my friend as that is good news for me and made my day.
Please relay my thanks and congratulations to your precious grand daughter for me.
Poetry as a positive influence can and does bring people together, despite their differences.
We are all the same my friend= human.
I hope that your grand daughter decides to write her own poetry.
And she may present any of my poems to her class, relatives and/or friends.
I have produced a rather large amount of it and only recently started putting it out publicly.
God bless you and yours ..
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[Post 678]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-03-2015 12:36 AM
I Once Walked Scenic Woodland Trails
In the utter darkness of great forested nights,
those sounds call and beckon to me about life;
I am finding again my way into a bushel of lights,
a child, fleeing from this world and its strife.
Years of my youth, I walked scenic woodland trails,
a voyager across ancient and stoic seas;
Nature's beauty reigns supreme, all others fail,
wonders await amongst the tall, majestic trees.
Alas! Dark-winds come to shatter this beauty renown,
where my young feet danced and gladly roamed;
Man's arrogance and stupidity wants to tear it down,
After seeing it before, my heart sadly moaned.
Dare we, cry out for a much more enlightened ways,
with greater understanding and loving hearts;
And seek always, for ever brighter forested days,
with this dream fulfilled, it surely restarts.
Robert J. Lindley , 12-02-2015
Note- So busy but my muse demanded I write this today,
this late at night. I need sleep!!
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[Post 679]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-03-2015 11:44 PM
The White Bird Of The Soul
A few wild strains that lingering sound
Like music from a dream-born land,
Vast ocean solitude around,
Storm brooding and no friendly strand,-
The gleam of sunset waves as on they roll
About her folded wings, her quiet heart,
The white bird of the soul.
There is none like thee underneath the sun,
Nor ever hath been; all too weak our eyes
To read thy vision of the Glorious One,
The mystic utterance of thy soul's surmise.
R.J. Lindley
Feb, 24th 1974
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[Post 680]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-06-2015 04:04 PM
A Mother's Love And Her Lament
Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly she got so old!
Up she races in her worn, torn gown
for her children must soon be fed.
With more food to be bought in town
tonight late, she falls into her bed.
Daily repetitions bring her down
but the kids keep on calling.
No time to stop or wear a sad frown
and the baby keeps on bawling!
There rests hope in her sweet dreams
and energy in her worn out shoes.
She fights the wild, onrushing streams
and resists singing the sad blues.
Tomorrow will be more of her loving
as the kids seem to need it so.
Even when they are racing and shoving
her deep love they need to know!
Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly she got so old!
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 27th, 1971.
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Note- Written for mom. I know she works
so hard and loves we kids. If only she'd
let me tell her so. Sadly, she's just too
tired to hear and too distant to ever listen..
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New note- poem above is presented as written,
I was 17 years old.
My dad had been dead 2 years and my mother was
so distant from me.
Sharing today.. My friend's death still on
my tired 'ole mind.
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[Post 681]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-07-2015 10:32 PM
She Fled Into A Dark Oblivion On The Rise
She fled into a dark oblivion on the rise
mad race into its dark devil's eyes.
Just another fix, her body it did so need
who cares if everything else bleeds?
Needle and a spoon - O' what a damn song!
clown in love, sadly tagging along.
Oh baby! I will love you even more tonight
I need my fix, so we don't fight.
And the wicked demon, he was not evil rum
a beast with her under its thumb.
Not a conman selling his slick little lies
nor hidden storms in gentle skies.
Just a needle with its pointy little head
her laying in a haze upon our bed.
Now I was there, the sad clown holding on
a future day, my smile- it was gone!
And that dark demon, flew in every day
held her captive every damn way.
And the clown tried to hold that place
with tears streaming down his face!
One day- The sad tears all dried on up
he refused to be her empty cup.
And away he flew to another dear Fate
and then she held her bitter hate!
Another excuse, needle to meet her arm
just one more, for whats the harm.
Resting there- beautiful eyes all a'glaze
soon the comfort of a dead haze!
She fled into a dark oblivion on the rise
a mad race into its dark devil's eyes.
Robert J. Lindley , 12-07-2015
Note- My first wife, her drug addiction, destroyed marriage and
our sad history.
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[Post 682]
Author : Balu
Date : 12-08-2015 12:59 AM
She Fled Into A Dark Oblivion On The Rise
A very sad story, Robert. I feel so sorry for you. But, alas, life is life. Everything may happen, and it's a pity that this happened with you. I can imagine how painful it was. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/sad.gif
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[Post 683]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-08-2015 08:54 AM
A very sad story, Robert. I feel so sorry for you. But, alas, life is life. Everything may happen, and it's a pity that this happened with you. I can imagine how painful it was. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/sad.gif
Thanks. That is ancient history to me now my friend. I was married then from almost 4 years to her and her drug addiction was bearable the first year--it got worse and was unbearable the last three years.
I finally gave up on her and I hear now - 36 years later- that she(now in her sixties) finally got off drugs and is in extremely bad health.
We all bear the consequences of our actions--she is no exception to that..-Tyr
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[Post 684]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-10-2015 09:22 AM
My Soul Walked In Shadows Dark And Deep
Then my soul walked in shadows dark and deep,
Holding desires that walked in desperate fires
In slumber, they raged on and on they creep,
With a darkened vigor that never, never tires:
For dreams are vast growing and eternal things
That often fly about on dark mystical wings.
Morn's reflections brought great anguish anew,
When dreams linger on to chastise and invade
That rest my mind desperately wanted to view,
In a lighted real world , so shiningly made:
For my escape rests within each bright new dawn
And Nature's view of its beautiful newborn fawn.
As red sun glides into another mysterious realm,
Again I must face the fires burning in my dreams
Ship sailing oceans of fires, nobody at the helm
O' to ever find the calm of gentle flowing streams:
To destroy this power in each dark night's grip,
Rescue the lone traveler on that fiery ocean trip!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-10-2015
Note: My muse returned this morn. For my sojourn
into deep woods yesterday has born some fruit.
Still weak, I may need another break soon, for
anguish in my life still blows a little sad horn.
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[Post 685]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-11-2015 12:02 AM
How An Eager And Rash Young Fool So Often Feels
She raced into the room like her high heels were on fire
As if some lusting demons had chased her into that bar
She look so willingly at me and then asked me for a light
Then I knew this was to be my very lucky scoring night!
Until I saw four more female demons waiting out in her car
I asked , where are we going ladies, is it so very far
Then I made my first mistake and climbed right on in
After that sudden darkness sprang forth, then that spin.
I woke later in a darkened and silent bloodstained room
Feeling came over me, as if my body was there to consume
Not that lustful love they had happily and previously shown
Looking back in time, I should have at that moment known.
The promised deep rich satisfying sex-filled hot desires
Were to cost me my body roasting over their blood-lust fires
Quick as a flash, away I raced, she demons at my fleeing heels
And thats how an eager and rash young fool so often feels.
She raced into the room like her high heels were on fire
As if some lusting demons had chased her into that bar
She look so willingly at me and then asked me for a light
Then I knew this was to be my very lucky scoring night!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-02-2015
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[Post 686]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-11-2015 09:07 PM
In Simple Wonderment She Came To Me
In simple wonderment she came to me,
heart in hand and spirit so low,
Precious fruit graced her beautiful tree
and my mind paid that heavy tow.
Summer warmed with its shining gleams
wind cooled that beauty in repose
Then she came to me in my fevered dreams
Softness in her eyes and dainty nose,
Newly discovered things we both sought
eagerness in touches betraying our love
Night coming our time was dearly bought
we gazed at our star shining bright above;
In simple wonderment she came to me,
an open wish softly whispered in my ear,
Nothing was ever, as pretty as was she
afterwards absolutely nothing ever as dear!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2015
Note: Muse said, just shut up and write.
With tight lips, my hand moved about and
this came out....
My muse returneth and she is as bad as
ever !
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[Post 687]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-14-2015 11:09 PM
Wrapped In Sweetest Ecstasy From The Start
For you my darling the gift of my devotion,
and far more tender and sweeter things.
Our love sails the great islands of our ocean,
with those hot nights deep romance brings!
And softest kind of love deep with kisses,
cruising on our sailing ship together.
With my loving arrows shot and no misses,
we will enjoy life and its sunny weather!
You lay there, stark naked upon our night bed
passionate, lusting for coming hot pleasure.
I follow where your moaning gasps have led
softest touching, bring that great treasure.
For you dearest darling, gift of true love,
eternal love coming gently from my heart.
All the happiness in life you ever dreamed of
wrapped in sweetest ecstasy from the start!
For you my darling, the gift of my devotion,
and far more tender and sweeter things.
Our love sails the great islands of our ocean,
with hot nights that deep romance brings!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2015
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[Post 688]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-15-2015 10:58 PM
Dessert, A Memory You Have, Balloons
(We Met, We Soared And You Flew Away)
A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!
Your joy at prizes worn popping those balloons
sweet kisses atop that stopped ferris-wheel.
They made me so dizzy I saw two bright moons,
as if heaven had suddenly came down for real!
Every day for that month we ate love's dessert
and savored each new and promising sweet dawn
I have never since felt that epically deep hurt,
you waving sad goodbye to me on my front lawn!
A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!
Robert J. Lindley
12-15-2015
Combination of Three Words - Poetry Contest
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[Post 689]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-16-2015 06:22 PM
Playing The White Notes
I play the white notes, they keep my on my toes
blue notes often chase me into another key.
Life once existed where everything, anything goes
strange what once, lost hope sadly did to me.
Cast my pride and compassion into a dark force
set my senses and nerves upon brittle edge.
A journey of pain devoid of guilt or its remorse
or dark step down from Hell's steepest ledge.
No casts into a clear and calm life-saving pond
too many diversions that gave so little time.
Many thrilling vices, so very sweet to respond
escapades of lusts, temptations in my prime.
I play the white notes they keep me on my toes
blue notes send my mind into a dark spin.
Sad bad choices that I once so stupidly chose
almost brought my young life an early end.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-16-2015
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[Post 690]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-17-2015 10:26 AM
O' Broken Heart, What Shall All This Now Bring
Burn away, festering skies filled with pain!
Cast forth burning embers onto the bleating flock!
Let loose, sky demons to purge this dark place
And flying beasts to punish all that complain!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
No saving dawn will cool this raging hot fire!
Nor calvary arrive in sweet time to save the flock!
Unchained beasts will eat happiness away
Replacing with torment, misery and sad pleas!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
O' sacred revenge, stab the innocence of tomorrow!
Send darkness and plagues to scorch this sad flock!
Let loose demons to destroy the young and weak
And dance upon death,deep pain and sweet sorrow!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
O' broken heart, what shall all this now bring!
Burning to death the innocent people of the flock!
Destroying sweet life and beauty of this place
How sad that this evil you now stoop to sing!
Giving in to vengeance to satisfy sad lusts,
And cheering those wretched that aid and mock.
May divine grace and mercy heal raging pain!
Cast forth burning love for sweet innocent flock!
Let loose, angels to heal and renew this place
And flying comforters to give mercy in his name!
Destroy this vengeance that satisfies your lusts,
Heal those that in darkness would aid and mock.
R.J. Lindley
March 5th, 1977
Note- Another oldie from my private journal.
Today just seemed a good day to openly post this.
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[Post 691]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-19-2015 12:08 PM
In The Valley Of Avalon
This day the master of my Fate
Is none of those who lead shuddering
Through mazes of wizardry,-
Nor Trachmyr the hunstman,
Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir,
Nor Penpingyon the porter of the palace,
Nor the muttering hag of the hall of Heilyn Goch,-
Peace to them all until we met again,-
This day the summoner of all my song
Is Hyveidd Unllen, the golden vavasoar
Of Arthur, the lord of nations.
Ye have heard
How he came hasting, broke upon our king
And Owain at their game, and how his tidings
Wounded the heart of Arthur that he paled,
Crushed into dust the chessmen, and besought
The word of Owain that could lower
The Banner of Death, and stay the dire blood-madness
Of his fell Ravens scattering from mid air
Red limbs of trusty warriors, red armor
In rain of ruin. And the banner fell,
And this day Hyveildd Unllen in his splendor
Of crystal studded, griffin-crested helm,
In robe of honor, hued as day and night,
Bordered with sunlit purple, and his belt
Clasped with eyelid of a black sea-horse,
Leadeth me from out these latter days
Into peace that followed, and will gaze
Into my tranced eyes, and fill my heart
With lost desires, that I may seek again
The glory of our great king and his host
In the valley of Avalon.
R.J. Lindley
April 17th, 1974
Poetry form- Romanticism(classic)....
Notes- Hyveildd Unllen
V. HYVAIDD HIR.
Five battalions fell before his blade Of the wailing men of Deira and Bernicia^;
Twenty hundred were destroyed in one hour.
Sooner art thou flesh for wolves than for thee the nuptial feast; Sooner art thou
food for ravens than for thee the marriage altar ; Before the nuptial dowry^
came his bloody bier, The price of mead in the hall among the drinking throng :
Hyveidd the tall will be celebrated while a minstrel lives. of gold, of greater
or less artistic ornamentation, terminating at the end in a cae-ad, a clasp or
hook, and an eye. It was not a chain. See Stephens' Lit. of the Kymry [2nd ed.,
p. 46, notej.^
Beads also were worn in wreaths by British warriors, as appears from the fact of
beads of amber being found in the barrows on Salisbury Plain, which had been dug
about 1800. In several of these graves pieces of amber like beads have been met
with; and in one, as many beads were found as would have made a wreath.
(Turner's Vindication of the Bards, 208-209. See also Williams' Biog. Diet,
sub Benlli
Gawr.)
" Haearnddur and Hyveidd and Gwallawg, And Owain of Mon of Maelgwnian manner,
Would prostrate the ravagers": was not Hyveidd Unllen, but Hyvaidd Hir, the
son of Caradawc Vreichvras. This may however be called in question. So young
a man as Hyveidd Hir could not well have been the contemporary of Gwallawg ;
and the safest conclusion appears to be that Taliesin's hero was Hyveidd Unllen,
and that of Aneurin Hyveidd ab Caradoc " the affix Hir being added for
distinction. The son of Caradoc also resembles our hero in this " he died
childless.
Hyveidd and Gododin, and the lion leading (i.e. L'rien)": and also in the lines:
" " Haearnddur, a Hyfeidd a Gwallawg, Ac Owen mon Maelgynig ddefawd, A wnaw
peithwyr gorweiddiawg". " I hid., i, 64.
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[Post 692]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-21-2015 11:38 AM
The Night Winds Visit
It is the middle of the night,
And I am startled from my dreams;
Great winds, roaring roof are a fright,
They would speak with me it seems.
So windows rattle, high rafters creak,
And the dark room is full of dread;
Yet I can not understand their speak;
The strange things they have said.
Nor will that secret message be known
Or reasons why they writhe in pain,
For had I been where they had blown
I could not sleep again.
I close my eyes, thinking of other pleas
No winds can ever waken more,
Dear ones who brought the golden keys
Of laughter to my door.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2015
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[Post 693]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-21-2015 09:17 PM
Victory From A Divine Quiver
Its massive heart was now just solid bone,
the kind immune from it ever breaking.
All vestige of sweet love forever gone,
and all dear mercy completely forsaken!
Flesh had turned to gray hardened rock,
teeth into fangs made for flesh eating.
Awake now, in pain around the clock,
look for more opponents to be defeating!
Warriors came with swords and shields,
all seeking victory in great battle.
Left were bloodied bones in the fields,
it savoring sounds of death's rattle!
Seeking an end to its painful torments,
roaming far and wide for a tougher foe.
Found an army sleeping in their tents,
and won a victory with only a cut toe!
Kingdom begged for warrior that could win,
priest came with only holy book to take.
Swore to stop this killing of braver men,
or else his sweet God he would forsake!
Searching he soon found the beast sleeping,
shouting his words, a warning to deliver.
I will stop your setting widows to weeping,
with true arrows from this book's quiver!
Great beast rose up to there defeat him,
stone armor guarding its bone heart.
Before great savage beast could eat him,
divine arrows shot forth like a dart.
First words, beast's armor began breaking,
cracks raced into its heart of bone.
Its weakness, God's word it was forsaking,
and the great truth that stands alone.
Priest next began in deep faith praying,
for help defeating this beast there.
And God's merciful victory in the slaying,
garnered by divine faith and prayer.
As its armor had cracked and shattered,
beast fell down in its dying throes.
Its bone heart was torn and tattered,
evil eyes now dead and black as coals!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2015
Note: I sat down today to write one more message of faith and prayer.
As the world needs both now more than ever.
I once had dark monsters to slay. And found man alone can never do such..
However, sincere Christian prayer works every time it aligns with God's words
and wishes.
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After The Golden Sunset Gleam
Here beneath the stars,
Far from the whispering eaves,
Tell me thy tidings.
Be they dark as northern light
I will not fail or falter.
I have built for thee
A dwelling of green pine boughs,
O silent guest.
A light to guide thy coming
Have I set : here to take my rest.
After the golden sunset, gleam
Cool silvery tones of waning light;
The Winter-lonely fallows dream
Into the ghostliness of night.
Far off, yet looming strangely near,
With starry heaven aureoled,
Dark mountain ranges westward rear
Their guardian towers as of old.
R.J. Lindley
Feb 20th , 1976
"And a new dawn brought forth new dreams,
the delight in finding cool flowing streams."
fragment, finish later.
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Note- Presented as was written long ago- with no editing..
that fragment mentioned, I believe was later a finished piece,
one of those that were burned...
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[Post 694]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-24-2015 09:49 PM
Christmas, Standing Guard
He walked hallowed halls in his brave life
far too busy fighting to have a wife.
His men he fought quite hard to keep alive
for their safety he did valiantly strive!
Dedication to soldiers out in harm's way
never given enough praise or even pay.
A leader sacrificing for that elusive peace
only death, would his duty ever release!
Praying for a time when war never returns
his safety and comfort he always spurns.
Man among very brave men, stands he so tall
protecting freedom and giving his all!
He walked hallowed halls in his brave life
far too busy fighting to have a wife.
His men he fought quite hard to keep alive
for their safety he did valiantly strive!
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -24-2015
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[Post 695]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-25-2015 06:59 AM
The Past, Our Ancestors Gifted Us As Our Future
There are no words we know, fragrant and green,
Wherewith to show how welcome you have been.
You solaced us with many a song-caress,
O' marvelous was your music's loveliness.
You have called back from the unknown
Lost hours our hearts would fain have held our own.
In your souls life's echoes rang as sweet
As silver bowls dream-children gently beat.
Laughter of harvest lighting and the glee
Of tingly frosty nights ran joyously.
Among our shadowed memories,when you
Revealed the gladness we are born unto.
There are no words swiftly luminous
As those white birds your joy released to us.
Such gifts you bought and freely bade us share
As kings have sought and found not anywhere.
No day will end, all of your days that be
Some far off friend will not have memory.
How you guide us from a dreary road
Into a wide and wonderful abode.
No close will come to any bitter night
But someone will live again delight.
Roused at golden touch of gracious hands
That weave in swallow-flight their myriad strands.
Praiseworthiness our children shall attain
May be no less the fruit of some rich strain.
That once was yours and gladly lingered on,
As love endures, long after you were gone.
So dear ones, fare you well, and nobly well
Beyond the rare things silence has to tell.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-24-2015
Poem written about this past year and my thoughts as to what my children and grandchildren will remember of me.
As I remember that of my grandparents and my ancestors.
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[Post 696]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-27-2015 05:31 AM
Upon Beowulf's Trail
Dare I attempt to travel upon Beowulf's trail
slay dark beasts and sweetest glory seek.
Walk within deep shades of both Heaven and Hell
sword protecting innocent, lame and meek.
Sing under stars the night's great moon gifts
sleep in long shadows of giants among men.
Telling epic tales of fierce battles that uplifts
hearts, souls and spirits until time's end.
Where to now find fiery dragons on the prowl
or evil tyrants using darkness to destroy.
Hell's raging anger brought by beasts most foul
rescue fair maidens, so alluring and coy.
Could our world again, offer such heroic tales
as Beowulf's slaying Grendel singlehanded.
Are we mere remnants of former warrior's shells
and just shadow ghosts now falsely branded.
Seeking victories, matching heroes now long dead
a quest noble or on fool's errand it may be.
Should I be content to sing under stars instead
and let my heart dance on, just being free.
Dare I attempt to travel upon Beowulf's trail
slay dark beasts and sweetest glory seek.
Walk within deep shades of both Heaven and Hell
sword protecting innocent, lame and meek.
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -27-2015
Note- Had a dream, could not sleep,
woke three a.m. to pound out this inspired write
Honor those that protect,
the lives of the innocent, lame and meek
pray they now rest in comfort six feet deep.
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[Post 697]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-28-2015 10:41 PM
Return Of The Wayward Traveler
He in building his castle, surrounded by his moat
in resting repose, abandoned all he had wrote.
No rhyme or reason could he in confusion thus find
perhaps it was the gremlins invading his mind.
Rebel at heart, he had joined the crowd in its glee
and in his shame cried out,"Look, look at me".
When the light struck him, in his trembling heart
he then vowed to abandon his shame to restart!
Yet dusty treasures glared and made their calls
return and stroll our vain and hallowed halls.
And just like that, he grabbed his ever handy pen
returned to the cage of raging and writing men!
He in building his castle, surrounded by his moat
in resting repose, abandoned all he had wrote.
No rhyme or reason could he in confusion thus find
perhaps it was the gremlins invading his mind.
Soon his happy heart pointed to his new healings
and poetic words raced forth in epic feelings.
Yet in the shadows, plotted that darkness again
seeking to pry him from each and every friend!
And as his new lyrics graced these rhyming walls
his return proved again, the master falls.
Newfound knowledge, sent his soul back our way
we seeing light and dark in a different way!
He in building his castle, surrounded by his moat
in resting repose, abandoned all he had wrote.
No rhyme or reason could he in confusion thus find
perhaps it was the gremlins invading his mind.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-28-2015
Note:
We that fall and stay down, find no reprieve
we that rise to fight again another day.
Find great rejoicing and joy we may then believe!
I have risen so many times in so many ways.
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[Post 698]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2015 10:30 PM
I Have Your Hand And I Will Never Let Go.
When I have your heart holding me that deep
I see bright colors dancing in my mind.
Where once were great walls far too steep
a darkness that kept my soul so blind.
I have your hand and I will never let go!
These months have sent me into a fast spin
your visits are my days made in heaven.
I long for your soft touch and now I am in
I now beg a week be longer than seven.
I have your hand and I will never let go!
Each dawn, I hear soft echoes of your voice
singing, "rise my darling, just for me".
As if my massive love gives me another choice
when your beautiful face is all I can see.
I have your hand and I will never let go!
Hold me tight, promise these are not dreams
for that horror rips my longing soul.
When I hold you the world stops, so it seems
your love, treasures making me whole.
I have your hand and I will never let go!
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 27th 1973
Note: This poem was burned by her during our bitter divorce.
I had it framed and placed in our living room ,
She later burned it frame and all, in a drugged fueled rage.
I rewrote it in my fourth journal 3 years later and
planned on never presenting it here or anywhere.
Times change and so do people, me included, so here it be.
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[Post 699]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-01-2016 11:42 PM
Walking In Such Green Paradise
On a clear and frosty morn
I climb yet another hill
Below smokes flows from homes
This life gives another thrill.
Clouds float by east to west
Sun peeks shyly in and out
Early red sun came too fast
In joy, I give out a shout.
Walking in such green paradise
This heart feels another prayer
Lord of each and every tree
Counsels me each and every hour.
As darkness races on to spread
I descend down from the hills
Thanks to He that blesses me
I find joy, life and such thrills.
Walking in such green paradise
This heart feels another prayer
Lord of each and every tree
Counsels me each and every hour.
Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015
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[Post 700]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-02-2016 07:44 PM
[QUOTE]
A New Dawn I Found
New dawn I found
the grass was dying,
trash littered the yard
my soul was deeply crying
for life so, so very hard.
New dawn I found
emptiness was my reward,
dark misery was flying
feet cut on a glass shard
strangers sat there lying.
New dawn I found
shadows fleeing by the score,
truth life was denying
desperate heart wanted more
than heartache and crying
New dawn I found
my lost soul speaking,
find any path far away
hurt badly but seeking
joy's return some day.
New dawn I found
light there was streaming,
glimpses of promise
I was not just dreaming
given was sweet solace.
New dawn I found
path beckoning my spirit,
onward into the light
music sweet, I can hear it
clean soul took flight.
New dawn I found
I was back in my home,
family by my side
never again will I roam
never again will I hide.
Robert J. Lindley, 01-02-2016
Copyright © 2016 Robert Lindley
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[Post 701]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-02-2016 08:31 PM
A New Dawn I Found
New dawn I found
the grass was dying,
trash littered the yard
my soul was deeply crying
for life so, so very hard.
New dawn I found
emptiness was my reward,
dark misery was flying
feet cut on a glass shard
strangers sat there lying.
New dawn I found
shadows fleeing by the score,
truth life was denying
desperate heart wanted more
than heartache and crying
New dawn I found
my lost soul speaking,
find any path far away
hurt badly but seeking
joy's return some day.
New dawn I found
light there was streaming,
glimpses of promise
I was not just dreaming
given was sweet solace.
New dawn I found
path beckoning my spirit,
onward into the light
music sweet, I can hear it
clean soul took flight.
New dawn I found
I was back in my home,
family by my side
never again will I roam
never again will I hide.
Robert J. Lindley, 01-02-2016
Copyright © 2016 Robert Lindley
edited
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[Post 702]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-04-2016 09:52 AM
Mourn Not, Death Can Be A Gift
I die more wrapped in stone each day
storms batter my empty seas.
Shield broken, now red blood to pay
I dare to fight on my knees.
Death, holds its long, dark salute
where banners fallen burn.
In life, its the last savage brute
this kettle and stew I spurn.
What of skies so brightly flying by
summer's soft gentle replays.
I hold on, dare I not to ever cry
time is just painful delays.
Hope once told me it was my friend.
Now I see how, it brings closer the end.
Robert J. Lindley, 08-22-2015
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[Post 703]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-06-2016 12:42 AM
I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By
Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O' how big that giant metal beast once seemed
with great men steering it by our poor home.
Dare I hope one day it be me, as I dreamed
big engine, black iron rails on which to roam.
Tracks leading into adventure far, far away
maybe robbers holding up a gold ladened train.
Reality, daydreams or inspiring child's play
imagination and hope some may dare call insane.
Iron wheels, they once moved my imaginative soul.
Now to regain that lost blessing, my great goal!
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
Note: that train just went by. My old mind jumped
aboard, took a seat and started writing!
Was truly great to be that poor kid again, holding
onto hope's eternal promise of a future not so damn
hard....
I can remember me looking at my dog, Buster and saying
--"Someday buster, some future day"!
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[Post 704]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-07-2016 09:54 PM
Her Beauty Stands Apart
Beauty stands apart, giving those golden gifts
taking one's spirit and soul as it uplifts
My spirit viewed her grace that hour and day,
stood like a mountain no clever words to say.
Child lost in wilderness soaked with fears
words raced from her lips to my eager ears
Happiness sprang from joy and eager mind
greatest treasure, a man could hope to find.
She showered me with her love and soft glow
I begged and prayed for a never ending show.
Fickle fate, recklessly mirrored my shallow way
cast apart and apart we forever had to stay.
Years did not banished my love for her show
blessings can not erase memories I know.
Days and nights waking her right by my side.
pain so deep its more than this man can abide.
Regrets, daggers slice deep into a man's heart
demands that ending held as was our joyous start
Never let sad thoughts force me to weep and moan
my selfish deeds that forced her to be forever gone.
No power to reclaim her faithful love came to me
just sadness that seeks to cast my spirit into the sea
Dark spirits, casting doubts and sins back into my face
lost wild horse, that never finished first love's race.
R.J. Lindley
1970
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[Post 705]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2016 07:31 PM
Magical Mountain Where Blue Cat Resides
This Majestic mount made of magic stone;
I climbed every night as a lonely child.
Tall and regal, it stood there all alone,
symbol of a world fantastic and wild!
Atop the peaks in my racing night dreams,
I looked across earth's fantastic skies.
Resting below, forests and flowing streams
lay magic's realm where a blue cat resides.
Deep within each night's visionary quest,
I'd pray for family sleeping nearby.
Brave climber, courageous, daring his best
fantastic thrills rewards every night's try!
This Majestic mount made of magic stone
was conquered by a child of flesh and bone!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2016
3rd poem.
Inspired by
(The Blue Cat by Pamela Colamn Smith 1907)
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: 98
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[Post 706]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2016 07:32 PM
The Swirling Green Storm
Sea foam splattered upon his panicked face
his boat sank and life was torn asunder.
He had run away, he was a disgrace;
the storm worsened with a crack of thunder.
Each new wave tore at his weakening hold
yet he recovered, now he longed to live.
Wanting to hold her as he had of old
to taste sweet love only Kara could give.
The words formed inside, then out swift they rushed
Jacob prayed for rescue and a new start.
Dear God, let live, let my life not be crushed
please save me, please enter this aching heart.
Suddenly, silence, the sea stopped raging
as he had prayed he would get a new chance.
He could picture them together aging
he felt blessed by their renewed romance.
A ship rescued him, new life he could see
with many new paths to embrace with hope.
All that was needed was his heartfelt plea;
God's answer given when he could not cope.
Robert J. Lindley
Poem 1
Inspired by-
(After: Blue and Green Music - Georgia O'Keeffe 1921)
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 161
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[Post 707]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2016 08:25 PM
A Painted Gaze
Sitting alone in soft and easy chair
rustic gaze in artistic, painted scene.
Yet, gentle beauty leaps from face and hair
colors speaking, so softly blue and green.
Were you happiest in your painted gaze
with gentle look of a young girl so free.
Wrapped by beauty in a colored haze
your future promise holding loving key.
Sitting there in your soft and easy chair
rustic look in brilliantly painted scene.
Graceful beauty leaping from face and hair
colors speaking softly in blue and green.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2015
Painting number two
Poem number two.
Inspired by -
(Portrait of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)
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Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
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[Post 708]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2016 11:27 PM
Hidden Lake Resting Between Snowy Peaks
Cold lake in the clouds soothes his weary soul,
among towering, silent, mountain peaks.
Life's troubles have taken a heavy toll,
sadness rasping in his voice when he speaks.
He conjured better images of calm sound
on glistening snow-white sandy rock slopes.
Gentle waves, lapping over boulders round
when seen this close, no need for telescopes.
Icy chills stir fresh mountain lake airs
as he camped at his cherished hiding spot.
Here he could rest, abandoning his cares
forgetting reasons why she loves him not!
Magnificent reward for climbing here,
holding clear lake view beautifully deep,
in solitude he could abandon fear,
entering heaven's realm in restful sleep.
Robert J. Lindley
Inspired by-
Painting number four
Poem number four
Inspired by-
(Lake by Georgia Engelhard )
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge.
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 21 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 108
Final draft:
Representing a safe haven, cherished refuge for his mind
to heal its emotional wounds. Mixing Nature's beauty and
man's imagination with painted scene and the artist's
canvas captured image.-Tyr
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[Post 709]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-09-2016 10:32 AM
Colorful Fantasy Flights
You brought color to life;
a soul seeking newer forms.
Into bright red sandy realms
holding rainbows in disguise,
you instead slept not
yet endured all—
with honor.
Blank canvas speaks to you
about its great thirst
and splashed colors galore.
Your firm belief in honor and
beauty satisfies.
Did you not find heart in
brush strokes?
Sending painted glee
and with art have you not flown deep
into life's mysteries?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2016
Painting number five
Poem number five, Ekphrasis (Free verse)
Inspired by-
Autumn in France by Emily Carr 1911
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge.
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[Post 710]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-09-2016 07:51 PM
Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief
Pretty young lady, my how you steal the show
how many admiring eyes look back at you?
Perhaps a secret admirer is gazing back you know
longing to be in your private booth too.
With that handy fan hiding your shy smiles
you're features are an enticing mystery.
Clever use of your female charms or wiles
denying him such an early discovery.
What of the high stage, you alone dare grace,
could your setting look more like a throne,
or your beauty reveal more of a loving face,
while desiring you, should he walk out alone?
Alas! Society restricts such daring bold acts.
Yet, a longing mind can always find some way,
to defeat the prudish rules society enacts
she's sure there's time to steal away to kiss and play!
Robert J. Lindley, 1- 10-2016
Inspired by-
Painting number six
Poem number six, Ekphrasis (Rhyme)
Inspired by-
(Theater, by Mary Cassatte 1879)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
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[Post 711]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-10-2016 01:09 PM
Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior
This was his virtue, that with head and heart
He saw life sanely, from all mist apart,
And spoke with such assurance that he showed
Our way as straight as an old Roman road.
This was his beauty, that with bird and flower
He loved the strange revealings of each hour;
From wandering stars, from waywardness of earth,
Fountains of poesy quivered at his birth.
This was his grandeur, that in all he saw
Or dreamed, he bowed before eternal law,
Knowing his soul the vassal of that King
Whose realm is established by our laboring!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016
Painting number seven
Poem number seven
Inspired by - the painting
(Twilight Confidences by Cecilia Beaux 1888)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
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[Post 712]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-12-2016 10:19 AM
Mourn Not, Death Can Be A Gift Too
Mourn Not, Death Can Be A Gift
(Collaboration)
I die more wrapped in stone each day
storms batter my empty seas.
Shield broken, now red blood to pay
I dare to fight on my knees.
Death, holds its long, dark salute
where banners fallen burn.
In life, its the last savage brute
this kettle and stew I spurn.
What of skies so brightly flying by
summer's soft gentle replays.
I hold on, dare I not to ever cry
time is just painful delays.
Hope once told me it was my friend.
Now I see how, it brings closer my end.
Now that the cold arrested my warmth
My shield has repaired my tragic youth.
The kettle starts to swirl and swarm
Hiding this loneliness from the truth.
Above pale skies the storm retreats
banners wave flying above the sunset.
My stew of hatred has cried defeat
Although my dying stone, I won't forget.
Death, holds its long, vivid salute
I have learned down on my knee's.
For the pain of losing may pollute
but my misery has now broken free.
A friend once told me hold on to hope.
The end is distant...I let go of the rope.
Robert J. Lindley and Laura Loo,
1-11-2016
Note
Thank you my friend for such lovely verses!
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[Post 713]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-13-2016 09:14 PM
Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets
Are you still lurking, in sad corners of many minds
taunting them with your charms;
wrapping their lonely hearts into deep dark binds
while desperately laughing at deserted farms?
Are you still cursing sweet red sunsets
with salty voice and fast fleeing jabs;
shouting into blowing winds filled with jets
and still practicing with sharp dagger stabs?
Do you still chasing fantastic shadow dancers
across those wide and deadly dark fields,
summoning up friendly demon prancers
clashing in battle with swords and bloody shields?
Yes! Your evil life has been all misery and sad woes
worn shoes with no heels and cut out toes!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2016
Note --Re-worked a very old sunset poem today.
With hindsight I asked different questions of that past ghost.
Answers were echoed back in laughs, sneers and wicked little snickers.
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[Post 714]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-14-2016 09:29 AM
There Was A Valley Meadow Resting There
There was a valley meadow resting there,
plant life flourishing in its golden views.
Painted on canvas brings awe inspired stare
marveling at multi-colored hues.
Dancing beneath a decorated sky,
were vivid colors bouncing back and forth.
Artist, image, soft colors blend to tie
with clouds breezing above from the cold North.
Captured beauty, splashed on by artist's paints,
breathlessness in its tantalizing scenes,
paradise complete yet where are the saints
praising it by any and every means?
Splashed canvas held scenes of grass and flowers.
We gasp at all those colored showers!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Painting number 10
Poem number 10, Ekphrasis, (sonnet)
Inspired by-
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge.
Note: Tenth and final poem written for Debbi Guzzi's ten/ten/ten challenge.
Has been a most rewarding venture and Debbie has been exceptional in editing, advising and generous tips, etc....
I thank my friend for all her time , generosity and kindness.
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[Post 715]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-16-2016 11:25 AM
Bluest Blues While Looking Back
All my victories have been shallow stains
shadow lights bent by use of greater force.
Time that culprit, shows just decayed remains
of white bone set upon a stone-cut course!
Looming so large once were joys in pleasures
now enhanced by a vain mind's need to gloat.
Truth is life was ruled by twisted measures
me sailing this cold world in leaky boat!
Sad thoughts, my poor soul now has so many
each one holding dark, miserable keys.
Life's real sweet treasures I haven't any
except days fishing under shady trees!
Decades have culminated in this thought.
Fishing for nothing and nothing I caught.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2016
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
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[Post 716]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-18-2016 06:37 PM
A Warrior's Blood In His Old Age
Warriors bled, most now are dead and gone
tales read of blood, guts and dried bone.
Those that found residing in sad old age
were few comforts for lost youth's bitter rage!
Tired of waiting for another call to arms
not satisfied by women's alluring charms.
Holding onto craziness of courageous times
of forays into dark lands and hot desert climes!
Waiting for last mark on a white tombstone
resting in quiet solitude, shadows all alone.
Warriors bled and gave away such brave hearts
You'll not find that on any military charts!
We that fought not should see deep sacrifices
thus consider the costs and bloody prices.
Such they see in vivid dreams of and battle cries
are memories honored with that heavy sigh!
Warriors bled, most now are dead and gone
tales read of blood, guts and dried bone.
Those that found residing in sad old age
were few comforts for lost youth's bitter rage!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-18-2016
Note- Dedicated to two of my deceased friends, now gone but not forgotten!
Both combat veterans, one in the Korean War, the other in the Vietnam War and to all their military brethren that have sacrificed so much in order that we may
live free...
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[Post 717]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2016 11:39 AM
I Rested Upon A Tall Mountain Top
I journeyed into a one-eyed pristine land,
nobody could see to destroy its beauty.
There lay rose inspiring colors on demand,
there was, keeping Nature intact as a duty.
I journeyed into that heavenly soft dream,
nobody there was in a wasteful hurry.
Goodness always rained down it did seem,
like snow falling in a gentle flurry.
I rested in that clear and mellow view,
lone traveler seeking no other new path.
Embracing beauty's hold that is so true,
and seeing eternity in its endless math.
I rested upon a tall mountain top,
from there I saw spreading beauty nonstop.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2016
Note. My muse accused me of being lazy and told me to get up and write you clod.
I typed the first verse--then suddenly the rest flowed like a gentle clear stream..
I said thank you muse, she replied, "next time don't be so damn lazy."
"Next time I'll give the first verse and your next thirteen verses had better be great!"
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[Post 718]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-29-2016 07:38 PM
First draft--good but does not meet syllable count required for a sonnet(couple verses slightly off. .Tyr
Where The Bluebird Sings
Often I travel where the bluebird sings
upon clear morns through long dewy grass.
Just to smell the deep woods and things
and maybe catch a few splashing bass.
Such days send my soul onto mystic shores
engulfing my mind in Nature and trees.
To feel new day's sun I journey outdoors
under blue sky and with the birds and bees.
When found, that sweet spot sings to me
a tune ripping with such gentle flows.
There aching heart and mind can truly see
where life's titanic stream restlessly goes.
Bluebird then sees my longing resolutions.
Sings inspiring those elusive solutions.
Robert J. Lindley , 1-29-2016
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Fixed but prefer the first draft myself. -Tyr
Where The Bluebird Sings
Often I travel where the bluebird sings
upon fantastic morns through dewy grass.
Longing to smell heavenly woods and things
and maybe catch several splashing bass.
Such days send my soul onto mystic shores
engulfing my mind in Nature and trees.
To feel new day's sun I journey outdoors
under blue sky with the birds and the bees.
When entered, scenic sweet spot sings to me
a tune ripping with moving gentle flows.
There aching heart and mind can truly see
where life's titanic stream restlessly goes.
Bluebird feels my darkest lamentations.
Sings elusive magical solutions.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2016
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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Note:
Took a trip this morn to my woods. Entered to rest my soul.
Found a saving place and there peace came--my goal.
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[Post 719]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-30-2016 09:57 AM
A Warrior's Blood In His Old Age
Warriors bled, most now are dead and gone
tales read of blood, guts and dried bone.
Those that found residing in sad old age
were few comforts for lost youth's bitter rage!
Tired of waiting for another call to arms
not satisfied by women's alluring charms.
Holding onto craziness of courageous times
of forays into dark lands and hot desert climes!
Waiting for last mark on a white tombstone
resting in quiet solitude, shadows all alone.
Warriors bled and gave away such brave hearts
You'll not find that on any military charts!
We that fought not should see deep sacrifices
thus consider the costs and bloody prices.
Such they see in vivid dreams of and battle cries
are memories honored with that heavy sigh!
Warriors bled, most now are dead and gone
tales read of blood, guts and dried bone.
Those that found residing in sad old age
were few comforts for lost youth's bitter rage!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-18-2016
Note- Dedicated to two of my deceased friends, now gone but not forgotten!
Both combat veterans, one in the Korean War, the other in the Vietnam War and to all their military brethren that have sacrificed so much in order that we may
live free...
"A Warrior's Blood In His Old Age"
Huh! Nice....!
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[Post 720]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-30-2016 08:57 PM
The Deliberate Coin Flip
Wrote a letter to a longtime friend now dead,
asking about other side, what he could tell.
Please my friend, send me a signal if this read
and also let me know to postmark, Heaven or Hell.
Seven years passed, I received not a single word
although I thought I had got several hints.
The was this strange late night squawking bird
that beat on my new car leaving bad dents.
Finally it came, a deep voice asking me this,
why on earth are you still waiting there?
I died, we all are taken right on to heavenly bliss
you should come, leave your worries and cares.
Confused, I asked why he had not replied before
answer came back, "your letter you never sent".
Now that innocent reply my heart it deeply tore,
truly I had not known where his soul had went.
I shot back, friend the postmark you did not tell
so in my usual deliberation I flipped to see.
If tails its heaven and if heads its depths of Hell
now fate is the culprit, certainly its not me.
Now I find its always heaven and you want me to now join
And just to think, I did deliberately use my two-headed coin!
R.J. Lindley
Aug. 9th, 1982
Note- A little humor tossed in, written 7 years after my buddy had died in 1975. He would have laughed and loved it. Guy told the best jokes I've ever heard, he knew hundreds and hundreds of them. Drunker we got, the funnier it all was. If only to be young once again and also see my departed friend.
From my private poetry journals.
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[Post 721]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2016 09:40 AM
Sometimes Nature Joins Life's Celebration
Sometimes Nature joins life's celebration
giving generously beautiful scenes;
relief from man's saddest tribulations,
such rewards are worthy by any means.
Where morning sun glistens on dewy grass
glowing blue sky graces the live long day;
rests valley meadow in a mountain pass
where Nature dances forth in its own way.
When man finds this epic, beautiful view,
his first thought is this jewel to then own;
such lusting reveals his brain is askew,
and his head is as a dead and dry bone!
Nature is not ours to greedily tame.
For we as mortals, are one and the same!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2016
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
NOTE: Wrote this from memory of a mountain meadow I once visited decades ago.
A memory so awesome that its not been lost, a view vividly burned into my mind.
Finished it, then I checked for the hundred one word count and found it was
dead on! My intuitive brain must have been counting all along.
Writing about Nature is a healing action for me, my day has brightened already.
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[Post 722]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-04-2016 10:55 AM
Vanishing The Sky's Majestic Blue
Pristine views of sunset's glows,
Where sky flashes out its best,
No storming waters or undertows
Just beauty sinking in the west;
Nature wraps this scene in splendor,
Fading tree lines give gasps anew,
Day's demise a beautiful tail-ender
Vanishing, the sky's majestic blue.
R. J. Lindley,
AUG. 20TH 1986
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[Post 723]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-06-2016 07:54 PM
Under These Slow And Sinking, Pale Half-Moons
Angel of soft, ever wanting touch;
Delivers with serenity in tow;
That this sunken vessel needs very much-
Set thy eyes upon my dark, fleeting soul!
Will this humble plea strike upon thy heart;
Shall from it, thee ever gift joyous tunes?
Or force in me yet another sad start-
Under these slow and sinking, pale half-moons.
Angel of my heart's desperate desires;
Will thee ever prepare that blessed meal,
Roasting delicately upon hot fires-
Aye, thy gentle hand my soul doth now feel!
Angel sent this sad and desperate plea,
Will thy hand thus, reach forth to comfort me?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-06- 2016
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
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Note: A new sonnet dedicated to this excerpt--
In Section LXIX of In Memoriam, Tennyson dreams an allegorical angel who may or
may not be the transformed Arthur Hallam:
I found an angel of the night;
The voice was low, the look was bright;
He look’d upon my crown and smiled:
He reach’d the glory of a hand,
That seem’d to touch it into leaf:
The voice was not the voice of grief,
The words were hard to understand.
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Second draft--
Under Slow And Sinking, Pale Half-Moons
(Number one, of Debbie's 6/6 challenge)
Angel of soft and much wanted touch,
she delivers serenity in tow;
Can this sunken vessel proclaim as much-
agree, lifting pain from my fleeting soul!
Will this humble plea strike upon your heart;
shall from it, you then gift joyous tunes?
Kill my spirit, force another sad start-
how under slow and sinking, pale half-moons?
My angel of my heart's heated desires;
could you ever prepare that blessed meal?
By roasting delicately on hot fires-
would not your gentle hand my soul then feel?
Hearing now this sad and desperate plea,
Fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
Note: A new sonnet dedicated to this excerpt--
In Section LXIX of In Memoriam, Tennyson dreams an
allegorical angel who may or
may not be the transformed Arthur Hallam:
I found an angel of the night;?
The voice was low, the look was bright;?
He look’d upon my crown and smiled:??
He reach’d the glory of a hand,?
That seem’d to touch it into leaf:?
The voice was not the voice of grief,?
The words were hard to understand.
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[Post 724]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-10-2016 08:59 AM
Contest poem, edited , retitled and rewritten to meet contest requirements.
You Gave Me No Second Chance
All that I once so dearly loved,
sweet joys blessedly known;
crashed when push came to shove,
are poor fair now that you are gone!
Pain rips the cool from the winds,
great sorrows fill my heart;
once we were lovers, now it all ends
as I pray for yet another start!
An arm offered for your sweet kiss,
you refused with a locked gate.
All of you is what I dearly miss
and I cry now because you hate!
I begged for compassion yet again,
your heart laughed with glee;
I have no desire to only be a friend,
you scoff at my tortured plea!
Pain rips the cool from the winds,
great sorrows fill my heart;
once we were lovers, now it all ends
as I pray for yet another start!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2016
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[Post 725]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-14-2016 01:16 AM
My Bones Under Trees With Very Deep Roots
My life flown past is only a pane of glass,
My joys mere coffee dregs to be tossed,
My victories were not gold but mere brass,
And my awesome tales enlarged and embossed;
Yet earth gave me of its wondrous fruits,
All memories, in trees with very deep roots!
My dances all were on beds of hot stones,
None were happy scenes in majestic dreams,
I relished eating empty ice cream cones,
As I crawled along barn splintered beams;
Fleeing owls screeched out their hoots,
Racing into tall trees with very deep roots!
I begged for the roasted bread of life,
I took so much more than ever I gave,
My cuts were bruisings with a dull knife,
And soon I shall sleep in an unknown grave;
Where dirt will fill my sadly torn boots,
My bones under trees with very deep roots!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2016
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[Post 726]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-14-2016 03:02 PM
All That He Ever Craved
As her lover he walked on a razor thin edge.
His thick rubber-bands in his pockets groaned,
yet his walk a dance of hottest thrills;
for her honey she spread on thick, in a glaze.
Time. What of it, should he ever deign to care?
No, his beating heart told him satisfaction awaits,
in her labyrinths of treasure filled dreams;
a testament to mind over matter and reality,
with its sad, sickening and indulging torments.
Each new morn he walked that thin red line,
a traveler on pleasure's secret paths,
complete with rubber-bands in his empty pockets.
The edge's cuts were all that he ever craved!
The wickedly deep cuts were all that he ever craved!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2016
Note: A rare free verse from me today.
Do not blame me, my muse forced it out..
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[Post 727]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-15-2016 09:11 AM
First draft..
When They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss
With heart of a lion, the feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the wicked gates of hell;
men and women honorably carrying the Cross,
when they perish we dearly feel the loss,
yet in heaven they shall eternally dwell.
With earth behind them, gone is the gloom,
living in paradise above their earthly tomb,
each will find that serenity sweetly calls;
great are the mansions, gold in their walls,
no longer worrying of Fate's impending doom.
With heart of a lion, the feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the wicked gates of hell;
men and women honorably carrying the Cross,
when they perish we dearly feel the loss.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2016
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2nd draft= Finished poem..
Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss
With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss,
yet within heaven they shall eternally dwell.
Their earthly fears behind them, gone is any gloom,
living in paradise above their earthly tomb,
each will find heaven's serenity sweetly calls;
magnificent the mansions, golden are their walls,
no longer worrying of Fate's impending doom.
With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2016
Sonnet in 12 syllable verses,
with perfect 110 word count...
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
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[Post 728]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2016 11:43 AM
A Diamond Shattering Death
Diamonds shattering just behind her family's door
for the life of her dear father is no more!
Fate set it's seal too early upon her young life,
results of a great tragedy born of mental strife.
Death brought shadows blocking out healing light
no more beautiful sunrise, as all is darkest night.
Wickedly, it's daggers into that soul deeply cut,
aches and pain sole companions in that black rut.
So very relentless are such deep heartache blues,
often birthed on strange paths one did not choose.
Father lost in desperation of mental illness's haze
poison taken ending his painful and confusing days.
Silently reading from the one great spiritual book
a mourning, soulful repose daughter then took
Seeking solace as she gazed into another realm,
seeking rescue ship, her beloved Savior at the helm!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2014
Note: Poem is about one of the greatest and most grievous
tragedies in life. Although nobody in my family from either
side ever did such a thing, I saw its devastation on my
best friend/schoolmate back when I was only 12 years old.
His father ended his own life in that way(shot himself).
After that his character completely changed and since that
day in 1966 sadly, two of his brothers and four of his cousins
have done the same. Such tragedy in one family is impossible
for me to truly understand.
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[Post 729]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-27-2016 04:09 PM
Man Of My Own, part 3
My son, your wedding approaches now so fast
we proudly share in your love and coming joys.
Please, be kind to her always and make it last
and gift us several little girls and boys!
Never forget your dear father's sage advice,
hold on to our family's principled views.
Never sacrifice honor at any price,
eternally give her the love she is due!
As life brings its trials and great tribulations,
look to heaven when in dark desperate straits.
There gifted to us are true celebrations,
often with the shields that ward off evil fates.
As my dearest son, you have now made me proud,
with family you are now about to start.
In life celebrate and sing out to her loud,
soon you will be joined with another dear heart!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Father, how much I miss you words can't say,
since your death life has never been the same.
First it was difficult and skies seemed grey,
I should have been with you, not seeking fame.
Beautiful memories of times gone by,
sadden me as you are not by my side.
Each photograph I look at makes me cry,
fills me with guilt for every time I lied.
When I have a problem I look for you,
but then realise you're not here to talk.
Your words of wisdom will always be true,
that made me strong since the day I could walk.
Father your legacy lives on with me,
despite my destiny not being known,
I will continue our family tree,
your love has made me a man of my own.
27 February 2016,
Robert Lindley(first 16 verses)
SilentOne (second 16 verses)
Last poem of a three part series, completed today.
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[Post 730]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-04-2016 10:40 AM
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
Robert J. Lindley and Keith O.J. Hunt, 3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
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[Post 731]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-08-2016 10:32 PM
Your Cold Heart Denies My Love
I can not change your cold heart,
Or force you to again lovingly speak.
Sad your choice is we remain apart.
That again, our love I dearly seek:
I can not change your cold heart!
I can not change your cold heart;
Nor storm the many castles you build.
Despite my sad pleas for another start,
you hating me, refuse to ever yield,
I can not change your cold heart.
I can not change your cold heart;
Change your mind, if only I ever could,
forever hold you and never part!
Rejoin our love by any sacrifice I would
I can not change your cold heart.
I can not change your cold heart,
Or remove that hate in your dark eyes:
Behind that stare awaits a poison dart,
to fling at me based upon many lies;
I can not change your cold heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2016
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[Post 732]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-10-2016 11:26 PM
To A Wren
They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier shadow flits
Beside the pathway; friendly in thy flight;
No wrath of Heaven scares thee from thy wits,-
Thou art a brave and homely little wight.
What man can tell the meaning of the tongue
Thy presence in our memory uttereth?
What say you the thoughts of thee that wind among
Our travels on the ways of life and death?
If our hearts knew that secret we should be
Lords of the legend of our destiny.
Robert J. Lindley
presented , 3-10-2016
Note:
1. Wren- The wrens are mostly small, brownish passerine birds in the mainly New World family Troglodytidae. About 80 species of true wrens in roughly 20 genera are described. Only the Eurasian wren occurs in the Old World, where in Anglophone regions, it is commonly known simply as the "wren", as it is the originator of the name. The name wren has been applied to other, unrelated birds, particularly the New Zealand wrens (Acanthisittidae) and the Australian wrens (Maluridae).
Most wrens are small and rather inconspicuous, except for their loud and often complex songs. Notable exceptions are the relatively large members of the genus Campylorhynchus, which can be quite bold in their behavior. Wrens have short wings that are barred in most species, and they often hold their tails upright. As far as known, wrens are primarily insectivorous, eating insects, spiders, and other small arthropods, but many species also eat vegetable matter and some take small frogs and lizards.[1]
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[Post 733]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-20-2016 08:16 AM
O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek
Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.
What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?
Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!
O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016
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[Post 734]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2016 07:46 AM
How Fine Life Is To Man, When His Crops Are All Green
Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, great fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find.
Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope
Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope.
Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail,
Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell.
With that thought, I can find another gentle peace!
Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene.
How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green.
Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul.
He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role.
With that thought, I can find another sweet release!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016
My new sonnet form.
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[Post 735]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-27-2016 11:06 AM
With Nature My Life Stays In Tune
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
On this, my heart holds true and fast
With clear sunshine in month of June
Pains in life my soul seeks to prune
Cuts for the good, thus meant to last
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
Greatness in this, Nature's sweet song
Words my heart holds, praying along
On this, my heart holds true and fast
Cuts for the good, thus meant to last
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2016
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"Sonnetina Rispetto"
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject.
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QUITE A CHALLENGE, WRITING IN 8 SYLLABLE VERSES.
SLAMMED THIS OUT THIS MORN, AS I PROMISED MY VERY TALENTED POET FRIEND
PETER DUGGAN.
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[Post 736]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-27-2016 09:05 PM
FOR A NEW CONTEST. I am not keen on doing 7 verse stanzas myself.
However, I did chose to write these entry of 49 lines in ten syllable verses.-Tyr
Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold
The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such beauty, bees decorate that soft gown
As Nature's music plays, creatures listen
Seeing such, in great awe man can not frown
Be it in wilds of the woods or hometown
Such depth of beauty must always glisten
Such wonders are breathtaking to behold
Wherein life, earth, and brighter blue sky meet
That greatness of all tends to gladly greet
The wise hearts and souls of both young and old
Cold of winter or steam of summer heat
Depths of vivid colors can not be beat
Could man find greater beauty to behold
Where forests meet the rivers flowing deep
Colorful riverbanks birth soft flowers
Light beaming down, feeding glory the hours
Even with moon's glowing while creatures sleep
Some spread colors tall as mountain towers
This shining shows Nature's true life powers
Wisdom man would do well to ponder deep
Upon meadows ranging across this land
Spreads panorama of colors and life
Cutting its scenic views like a sharp knife
With precision through crops and timberland
Nature hands both man and animals strife
Its flows in time, where life and death are rife
Across breadth of all earth's majestic land
Jungles and mountains across its wide space
In Africa's wildness teeming life glows
In fantastic beauty, great spirit shows
Within hardiness of its festive face
Stirs toughness, a higher power bestows
Regardless of how bad the ill wind blows
There growing, its creatures and human race
As winds blow across panoramic views
Life splashes within its colorful deep scenes
Even without mortals or their machines
Nature's beauty casts for its many hues
Despite plunder, man does by other means
Nature's can correct as it grooms and preens
And if not, mankind gets to pay its dues
We may admire scenes of earth and wildlife
Yet ignore the plight of destruction wrought
Great wonders destroyed from changes we brought
Our habit to gift unintended strife
Far more destructive than any dreadnought
Are actions we fail to ever be taught
Costs of our higher quality of life
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2016
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Contest-- Specifications and suggestions from sponsor.
1.HUMAN NATURE
Nature and humanity
FORM : 7 stanza poem that has 7 lines in each stanza and in the following format:
First three lines describe nature, a natural feature, lakes, mountains, forests, game reserves etc. You can personify nature
4th line is a bridge i.e shifting to the human side
5, 6 and 7 lines bring in the human aspect (What people do there, how they interact with nature, fun things to do/see, what you did there what you would like to do there etc)
The poem must have the following rhyme scheme: ABCACBA
Minimum number of syllables per line must be 6 and maximum must not exceed 10
I will be impressed by the use of the following in your poem(but dont over do)
Imagery - Take me there with your words
Alliteration,
Assonance and Consonance
I also love learning new words: Make the dictionary your friend
Cliches knock the stuffing out of me......so
You can submit new and old poems(Just make sure they conform to the format laid out here)
EXAMPLE ONE STANZA
The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned eagle
Takes flight and prowls for prey
And tourists peep and picture the fawn
While their eyes prowl the breakfast tray
Jacaranda festooned fashion regal
Its blue flowers blue snowfall upon dawn
Example poem but this has 8 stanzas
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[Post 737]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2016 10:48 AM
I had to visit my favorite woods yesterday, this came to me this fine morn, a sonnet...-Tyr
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
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[Post 738]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2016 09:20 AM
Life Gives Until Each Spirit Flies Away
(Letting Go )
Life gives until each spirit flies away
Every soul knows that death shall come someday
Tomorrow, stop enjoy life's blessed ride
Today, reaching deep, feel your soul inside
Inspiration flows from that sweet spirit
Not our selfish heart, God never hears it
God knows, we live for our selfish pleasures
Get that joyous happy, its your treasure
Our God- Love impossible to measure.
My pain lived in bad blood that darkly flows,
with that poison which ate away my heart,
living in darkness man can never knows,
why life hits with such hard and heavy blows
under sad, black clouds
darkest rain will someday fall
best shield is god's truth
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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My entry for contest--- The Acrostic and the Quatrain written in ten syllable verses,
the senyru in 5-7-5 (as is required for a senyru) .
And hit my 110 word count too(not contest required). -Tyr
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[Post 739]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2016 04:17 PM
Season's Blend, Variety In Life
Spring's clear thoughts, that so cheers us from cold's grip,
welcomed friend to eager young and frail old;
nicer weather comes in its yearly trip,
its new-birthed joy, treasure for hearts so bold.
Summer waits around that seasonal bend,
sandy beach loafing and sweetest tan lines;
many may find it their favorite friend,
along with pleasure as the hot sun shines.
Autumn cries out its arriving cool glees,
refreshing change from hot summer's late heat;
enjoying its gifting colorful seas,
and cooler weather racing one's heartbeat.
Winter announces cold, deeper coming blues,
dreaded by many that are old and weak;
Of seasons it exacts heaviest dues,
with its bitter, below zero cold streaks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2016
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For Seasons Contest, SPONSORED BY SHADOW HAMILTON.
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[Post 740]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2016 08:12 AM
Now Looking Back At The Stones I Have Laid
Born into sad, dark world as I am,
now looking back at the stones I have laid.
My life- Once was a great and sinful sham,
filled with sex lusts and those dark spots I made.
Adventure in living was to be had
sweetest spice was found at every new turn.
I once was wild, wicked and very bad,
goodness and decency I then did spurn.
Seeing now, fool was so easily played,
my life's sad journey is started anew.
I would if I could go back there to trade,
gold for my living with a better clue.
Born into this sad, dark world I now find,
my loss was only in my state of mind.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2016
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[Post 741]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-13-2016 08:17 PM
You My Son Shall Venture Forth Without Fear
You my son shall wander into vast halls,
sit by craggy rocks upon mountain peak.
Hear the wisdom in Nature's sweetest calls,
wade in deeper where rushing waters speak.
Listen to night owls as they softly hoot,
see the slow sinking moon sparkle anew.
Walk soundly, learning to ride, rope and shoot,
sail daringly upon great oceans blue.
You my son shall venture forth without fear,
face the darkest storm and its mighty blast.
Hold out against great pain without a tear,
catch fish on each and every thoughtful cast.
Yes, you my son, shall do better than I.
This my last prayer asks before I die.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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NOTE- Written 7 years ago(Justin was then two years old)- edited today(shortened) to be a sonnet.
Cut out 14 verses and altered the rhyme scheme to match.
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[Post 742]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-19-2016 08:57 AM
With Fantastic Shields Made Of Doubt Proof Steel
(The Turning Point)
In this my heart, I dare steel my resolve,
never again yield to cowardly fear,
change my life and in truth's wisdom evolve
well lighted path that breeds courage so clear.
In my spirit, a new creature shall dwell,
no more night shadows will dare ever haunt,
no more black nights spent fighting gates of hell
no more bloody demons that cut and taunt.
In hope, life begins its journey anew,
with fantastic shields made of doubt proof steel,
resting upon faithful words - bold and true
no longer in my darkness, life is real.
In true faith, this dark world is seen clearly.
In true light, hope is embraced, held dearly.
R.J. Lindley
June 14th, 1979
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Note- Written in my private journal , long ago.
I fell many times after this (demons that sought my destruction not conquered yet)
but eventually faith brought its just rewards--my current life and family..
Granted- I've still a long way to go--(conquering my temper)..
as my very long family bloodline of warriors /fighters are not easily defeated my friends..
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[Post 743]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2016 07:03 AM
Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam
Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.
Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.
Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.
Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016
Note--- INSPIRED BY THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN..
My poet friends, Peter Duggan, Lin Lane and Seeker.
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[Post 744]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2016 11:38 PM
Every Morn, My Eyes Wake To Seeing You Nude
Naked in bed your rose shines very bright
with leaves that stir imagination right.
Earthen mounds giving me fantasy views,
Took my pants off even before my shoes!
Nude, your imagery casts its searching lights
moon never looked better on loving nights
Soft your body, like cool spring's falling rain
with deep curves that sear my feverish brain.
Tiny supple rounds, hills for me to see
like dropping cherries in sex crazy tree
Every morn, my eyes wake, seeing you nude
and savor long our night's sweet interlude!
Naked in bed your rose brings greatest glee
And that was the thrill you gave only me.
Robert J. Lindley,
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Post 745]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-23-2016 07:55 AM
Like An Old And Worn Battleship Hard And Fast Ran Aground
Walking wearisome road, dollar in pocket, my knife in right hand
nothing in sight but wicked are the many alluring sounds
Hard are long nights rest in this dangerous raging land
for now nothing, nothing seems to be out of bounds.
Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
with no celebration , no parade, no marching bands
Just the hammer blows on and on they wickedly pound
at each winching pain, crowd cheers in the upper stands
Fork ahead, promises mysteries, be they for good or bad
ah but that is the dear spice in life our spirit seeks.
Many are the joys, pains and sad regrets I have had
yet nothing beats kisses laid on my darling's rosy cheeks.
Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
Off beyond the horizon, again comes that fast flowing sound!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2016
Note-- Sonnet written to remind me life holds future surprises , hope and
blessings but one must still remember the hard lessons of the past..-Tyr
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[Post 746]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2016 09:15 AM
They Rage On In Their Jungle Filled Cages
They raging on in their jungle filled cages
this world for each lost soul holding no glee.
We watch, destruction comes in deep rages
poison fruit falling from a poisoned tree.
The world sees, encourages resulting pains
amidst all, we ignore to let it be
Dark are the miserable gashing stains
there shining again that old poisoned tree
Some lucky few do find the lighted path
with ghastly wounds healed they accept that glee.
Thus forgotten is their dark hate-filled wrath
their victory crashing down poisoned tree.
This world holds ready massive dark forces.
Our souls, always facing tempting choices.
R. J. Lindley
May 12th 1979
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[Post 747]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2016 10:13 AM
Earth, Fire And Melted Stone
Before this earth's life ever came to be
space held earth, fire, red-hot melting stone.
Only later came the covering seas.
Still, with no growing life earth was alone.
After man appeared, great changes were brought
destruction began on a massive scale.
Now we can see the trap which we are caught
it damn sure looks like a dark piece of hell.
Could man ever find truth and thus refrain?
Will man's greed then truly be satisfied?
Always his power mad lusts this earth stain
in his black heart thinks he is deified.
Earth, fire, melted stone can not withstand
much more destroying this beautiful land.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2016
Sonnet on Destruction of too much of our forests, rivers, lakes and streams.
We must use it wisely and not destroy that which thousands of years created.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Post 748]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2016 06:41 PM
I Walked A Thorny Path Alone
I walked a thorny path alone,
Bare feet eating dusty ground:
I looked back, you were gone,
Remained only hollow empty sound,
We both racing homeward bound.
That Spring morn, you were all mine,
Smiling with heart all aglow-
Blazing sun you did outshine,
Future love, would we know:
Loving food yet still refuse to dine?
Time told me this pain once before
You had shattered me that day
I wanted you , desired you, all the more
Reunited again each night we could play
Until you departed to another shore.
Now memories show me your smile
Sexy legs and red-hot lips
Soft witchery that so beguiles,
Face that launched a thousand ships
Now I look back a thousand miles!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2016
Note- If ever a man lost a greater treasure I pity him more than me..
She was the moon's sweet light and the cat's soft meow.
My first wife found and burned the only picture I had of her.
All I could say was, "its ok darling--she was in my past"..
Yet now 40 years later, she still haunts my dreams..
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[Post 749]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-29-2016 01:10 PM
Poetry Lives, Dances, Sings and Shouts
Poetry lives, breathes into the soul of all that see
arms wrapping eternity tight and soothes very deep
No end to enchanting verses in its massive sea
magnificent beauty showing great, one may just weep.
Poetry dances , to mellow flows and tunes
colors that fascinate and sing to wanting hearts
Lyrics that rival, romance of Junes brightest moons
begs imaginative reader's love from the start.
Poetry sings, with brilliant notes perfectly in key
about living life, love, heartache and very much more
Gifting joy, healing the sad hurts of spirits lonely
traversing with its happiness distant shore to shore.
Poetry shouts, join in this great marching parade
set your heart out to hug all those needing relief
Its the cake, the apple pie life has sweetly made
rewards generosity and faithful belief!
Robert J. Lindley , 4-29-2016
13/12 rhyme scheme.
Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 12 12 12 12 0 13 13 13 13 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 133
Written for PoetDestroyer's new contest ...
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[Post 750]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2016 08:13 AM
Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground
Majesty of her charms , pale in light now
Love's glow has died, ashes only remain
She was sad , my heart took a fleeing bow
Her cries left only darkened bitter stain
No long goodbye words, we both knew not how
She was mad, I felt no need to explain
What is the past but dead dreams on black ice
Time returns us not to make our amends
Wishful thinking, going back would be nice
Yet new pains could rise, and forward it sends
With no overs, nothing said would suffice
Best journey on, racing around the bends
In hindsight , glory heavily infests
False goodness and sweet touches abound
However, truth lies in dark empty nests
Where heartache and misery were first found
Seek not ye fools gold as wisdom suggests
Withered are memories made on false ground
Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016
Written for contest, slammed out in ten minutes may revise later..-Tyr
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[Post 751]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-02-2016 04:32 PM
Bid Them Return With Knowledge Of Eternity
Send out your best wandering tramps
to the far halls of mortal darkness
Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
and golden words secretly hidden
Beware phantoms will cut and burn
their hides that are soft and tender
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
a few hides will there toughen.
Few return but we the living may profit
from dark and deadly encounters
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
sowed seeds in man's seeking spirit
Forever we seek the golden chalice
at costs far too steep to bear
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands
where in darkness, sparks of life blood is kept
Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands
R.J. Lindley,
June 19th 1971
Note- From my private writes/journal.
Age 17 and walking through dark corridors..
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[Post 752]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-08-2016 06:23 PM
Before My Startled Eyes Ink Turned Blood Red
Having left my war hammer on the bloodied battlefield
I found great cause to my poetic pen then stir.
On paper my dark defiant spirit refused to ever yield
if a fighting dog, I'd been one sour and surly cur.
With ink in my heart and sadness in my veins
my hand made strange gestures in scribbling lines.
At first glance, it seemed like odd little stains
If it were trees it would be, gnarly old pines.
Before my startled eyes ink turned blood red
and sound erupted into shadows on the walls.
I had wanted softness but brutality came instead
where each considered word limps and fall.
There in midnight vale, life's agony showed to me
ideas as slimy and rotten fish in dried up old seas.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016
Note sonnet written today because my muse shouted , "you lazy cur--write thee again today"!
I always grimace,smile and then slavishly obey...
She is a savage master and cunning foe......
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[Post 753]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2016 12:48 PM
Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red
Ancient garden, roses no longer water fed
graves nearby, tombs of the ancient dead
Sky still glows with sunset hues of red
yet barren rests garden's deserted bed
Wind moans as it flies in the night-sky
one can hear the saddest cry
Across the way, ghosts of lost youths lie
war costs, the blood of youth by and by
Where flowers once spoke beauty reigned
now old grow memories of the pain
Small fence separates area where none remain
blotches of earth with tombstones stained
Overlooking hill, there rests a mighty red oak
shadows pass it by, yet none ever spoke
Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2016
Note- Sonnet just came to me and demanded to be written..
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[Post 754]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2016 08:16 PM
In Moonlight She Came, Her Dark Hair Did Shine
Now writing, romantic poem this night
fondly bringing forth memories of youth
Just tweaking to stir far greater delight
no real harm, love lives in passionate truth.
Summoned, thrills of ravishing beauty then
flowers await that first touch of glee
No darkness, no pains of living in sin
Just love, given with romantic hearts free.
In moonlight she came, her dark hair did shine
walking a wide trail between two palm trees
Her everything cried out just to be mine
and her gentle waves foretold pleasant seas.
Beach strolling , holding hands and eager hearts
moon's melody shown for budding new love
Such innocence, so often how it starts
stars in heaven looking down from above.
Years past, my heart longed for her to marry
soon I flew around the world to return
Knowing our love was now, must not tarry
in our souls deepest passion did so burn.
My wife shares our story to one and all
romance that carried her far, far away
We, married twelve sweet years this coming Fall
Depths of joy, such that no words can relay.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016
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[Post 755]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2016 03:25 PM
Last Sunset, Each Heart Torn
Each morn I wake to see your lovely, graceful, smiling face
pure joy invades my heart like swift horses in a race
Day starts with your beauty shining to give me light
as I strive to match your love with all my might.
Cruising the day with you like a classic sports car
ever grateful for just being with you as you are
Together facing life's surprises, hardships and delight
passionately making sweet love to heal each little fight.
Onward we travel down paradise fairly won and met
heading towards the glow , a gloriously happy sunset
No regrets for the life we lived and so lovingly shared
you and I forever, forever lovingly bound and paired.
When our sunsets meet, our last love fills each day
I love you, I love you , in unison we both say
Time noted our journey was met with no great regret
as our love raced joyously into the last sunset.
Robert J. Lindley, revised from earlier poem.
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[Post 756]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-19-2016 09:20 PM
Man Walks In Darkness
Sad excuse, not a plus
just ask Simon Cowell
Freedom found on a bus,
words of Colin Powell
Darkness and deceit, joined happily racing hand in hand
Death, destruction and misery follows war's pounding paths
Such cold-bloodied black that it tarnishes even the land
Encouraging follies from man's feeble, indignant wrath
Lies accepted as art
where educations lays
Those blinded do their part
in clouding sunny days.
World brings its hate and pains
hunger aches, no relief
Wicked births aching stains
living with no belief
Fear ye not, saving light sails forth when sincere pleas abound
destroying vast raging seas of poison and rancid brine
Even without heaven's sweetest angelic trumpeted sound
recoveries and miracles bring blessings very fine
Man will fine lit paths true
shielded from temptations
His word reigns over you
Love's greatest sensations.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2016
Syllables Per Line: 6 6 6 6 14 14 14 14 6 6 6 6
6 6 6 6 14 14 14 14 6 6 6 6
Total # Syllables: 208
Total # Lines: 25 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 136
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[Post 757]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-24-2016 05:37 PM
The Woodland Goddess
Thy mystic news from out the Invisible
Would save all men, were they but content to dwell
In lowly station, proud to share the power
That shapes the world in secret, hour by hour.
Her rosy fingers touched the ancient words
And lo! they quivered with the ecstasy
Of crimson bloom, sun-glances, caroling birds,
On forested green island waking into glee.
R.J. Lindley,
April 17th, 1973
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[Post 758]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-02-2016 09:09 AM
Sea Dangers Braved, Sweetest Treasure Found
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Seeking paradise, his intrepid craze,
another of his treasure finding schemes.
As the gusting, whipping gale force winds blew
ship's main sails were shredded, ripped apart
Every loss his doubts about success grew,
her pretty vision weakened in his heart.
As night brought his mind new terrors to bear
tragic and dreaded thoughts raced through his mind
Of his grave danger he was well aware,
that his sought treasure he may never find.
Dawn's welcomed rise found his ship still afloat
that long sought distant shore now looming near.
Sunshine brought with it a cheery new note,
forced away all of his previous fear.
Within sight was the island of his dreams
there he saw high cliffs towering in white.
Splendid waterfall fed by island streams
he knew his treasure would soon be in sight.
As his battered ship's prow struck sandy beach
over the rail on solid ground he leaped.
Now he knew his princess was within reach
with Eden found, its fruits soon to be reaped.
Her soft sweet Siren call beckoned him forth,
with fast glowing spirit he raced ahead.
Across a lush forest , land to the North
just beyond a magical flower bed.
Over small hill his princess was waving
he soon fell into her waiting embrace.
All his life for her he had been saving,
now her wet kisses rained upon his face.
Thus no great sea-storm surge could ever faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dream.
Seeking heaven, in his hot fevered craze,
love rewarded his treasure finding scheme.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2016
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Total # Syllables: 360
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
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Written for contest, finished version.
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[Post 759]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-05-2016 10:00 AM
Bitter Tears
We are old, laughter and song- memories stored,
Sweetest love and raging desire still burn:
Time- raging bull our souls has now gored,
yet we feel better we have earned.
Soon the darkness will come in to take,
our gold and our memories too.
Yet we long much more to again make-
Sweet love and wake mornings holding you!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2016
Note-- Struggled to write today. Such pain and sadness , as our mother is dying.
She is 88 and will not make 89..
They rushed her from Acute Rehab Center back to the hospital last night.
Heart issues, low oxygen(lung issues) and broken hip have all aided in her rapid decline..
Sadness brought old memories to me this morn...
This poem is about fate, time, death and a lost love from the 70's... Her passing only a few years after our break-up...
And my memories of her loving and kind soul..
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[Post 760]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-11-2016 10:13 AM
She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction
Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.
In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.
She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.
Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.
R.J. Lindley,
1974
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[Post 761]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-19-2016 08:07 AM
Came To Me In A Dream
Through the golden gates of hope and reprieve
race shadows of storm and restless agonies
Mere fleeting wisps that catch roving eyes
on platters of papers meant to deceive
Stories told of monsters, fools and all the like
melting into a cauldron of darkest spittle
Gouging the eyes with a pointy spike
and sending reprieve but only just a little
Where rests,dreams of gold and wanton lusts
among fallen pines and burnt ash trees
Deceptions taught and broken, shattered trusts
sailing chaotic and blind upon falsely stirred seas
All through such nightmares are stark realities of life
vapors of foul and poisonous clouds belching forth
Frozen beams that weigh the misery in agony and strife
against the harshest chills of blasts from the frozen North
Yet among the dead letters and long anguished cries
rest hearts and seeking minds staying on high alert
For true love and deeply moaned contented sighs
to counter the relentless pain of all the world's hurts.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2016
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[Post 762]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-22-2016 05:26 PM
When The Last Grape Withers On The Vine
Soon Fate will diminish my last returns
with all -decaying awaits its fuel
Shall I cry-while my heart still burns
begging reprieve from this last duel?
When the last grape withers on the vine
the last cloud drops its sweet rain
Shall I pray again for me and mine?
Thanking the coming end to my sad pain?
Will darkness merely be groups of long dreams
cavern filled with nothingness and lost desires
Or an endless blue lake fed by eternal streams
of deep love from divinely hot fires?
Soon Fate, wild master and death-slayer too
destroys asking neither the why nor the who.
R.J. Lindley,
Feb16th , 1974
Note- Forty -two years later, --- came and went in the blink of an eye..-Tyr
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[Post 763]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2016 09:29 AM
Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine
Where darkness reigned, mercy found no home
Life there is but a blood bath and a game
Every mountain , cries out displaying its red dome
Every slave walks alone, with one leg lame.
The whole is an island with no sun to shine
Deserts with wicked thorns and no soothing shade
Where vultures await victims on which to dine
And every traveler is blinded and easily played.
Burning rains, soak into rapid decaying bones
fanged monsters hide in every dark cave
No lights, no television, computers or phones
just false promises greedy fools forever grave.
At journey's end, red-hot fire searing away rotten skin
exposing evil in hidden darkness in hearts of fallen men
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2016
Note -Written his morn because my muse demanded I return.
She has her ways to force me to do her bidding.....
I was allowed the luxury to pick the sonnet form but after that very little else..
And I dearly hate when forced to let her do most of the verses with her revisions and LAUGHTER AT MY PREVIOUS FEEBLE EFFORTS....
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[Post 764]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-29-2016 11:39 AM
The Mad Dogs Of My Beaten And Lost Dreams
Flung into the ocean of this streaming and sad fate
once such sweet fruit hung low to be easily eaten.
Now memories vanish and are replaced by anchors of hate
of lost chances and battles in which I was beaten.
Have not clouds of pain reaped such stinging scores
in the midst of lost years of gashed heart and wailing?
Feeling every bad mistake deep in my sweating pores
this body screams back and cuts loud in its yelling.
Racing back to restart each journey's futile quest
are the mad dogs of my beaten and lost dreams.
I once was better and then chasing at my best
down the road of fruitful and smooth flowing streams.
Now Time, that greatest savage master of us all
laughs heartily at my echoed and hopeless call.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2016
Note- Sonnet, mixed syllable count
subject = lost time, life wasted and looking back at my youthful follies..
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[Post 765]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-01-2016 01:44 PM
Only Devil's Own Hears Each Useless Cry
The many that fool the common lot,
overshadow the few that race for good:
I think they know Time takes all they got
yet love to be splinters in the stained wood.
Although short are days of their malice:
Long will be days of burning fire.
No saving reprieve or kiss of silver chalice
can quench the thirst of Justice's raging desire.
In the Time of long laughs and futile treasures
every shadow watches and holds a memory.
All to bequeath cuts in equal measures,
based upon each ones walk in dark history.
When the false Stream finally runs dry
there, only devil's own hears each useless cry.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-01-2016
Sonnet
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[Post 766]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-04-2016 01:40 PM
The Vigilant Struggle
Hopeless now, to fight against Fate and Time
put pen to paper, write verses in rhyme
Battle raging storms and eternal wind
all to hold fast racing dream with no end
Yet no other choice does man's spirit give
except to struggle forever to live
Deep within scenes of longing and praying
poetic mind, reveals what heart is saying
Blind obedience to poet's mystical muse
gifting true seeking soul for her to use
And in that act of writing as a team
may come more than wailing cries, so it seems
For shining trails into the dark unknown
one may through dance and blazing fires have grown
Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2016
edit-revised version--
The Eternal Struggle
Hopeless now, to fight against Fate and Time
put pen to paper, write verses in rhyme
Battle raging storms and eternal wind
all to hold fast racing dream with no end
Yet no other choice does man's spirit give
except to struggle forever to live
Deep within scenes of longing and praying
poet's mind, reveals what heart is saying
Blind obedience to mystical muse
gifts a true seeking soul for her to use
And in that act of writing as a team
may come more than wailing cries, so it seems
For shining trails into the dark unknown
one may through dance and red-fires have grown
Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2016
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 106
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[Post 767]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-05-2016 04:19 PM
Time Runs On Past Every Bend
Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
chasing hope and new morn's glowing smile.
Flowing along with a sunrise breeze
heart stopping awe, every once in a while.
Branches overhead wrapped in deep forest green
bird songs filling this emerald isle.
Sun gracing the screaming sky blue sheen
above this leaf carpeted aisle.
Hoping time here never dares to end
as wanting heart finds its needed glow.
Yet find that time runs on past every bend
and brings Nature's all, along in tow.
Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
spirit flows along with a sunrise breeze.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2016
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[Post 768]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-07-2016 09:10 PM
Whiskey Was Burning, Talking In Third Rate Time
Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.
Stair steps swirling, waiting so far down below
winter was freezing long before this hellish snow.
Midnight has caught me frozen near half to death
her cries were icy and pain in her every breath.
Moon bellowed forth, stick it, twist it in deep
dagger needs its blood before this night's sleep.
Whiskey was burning, talking in third rate time
my soul was broken, not worth a damn dime.
Her heart was cut and her blood ran so cold
She is a devil and my fevered brain now too old.
Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night
she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight.
R.J. Lindley
AUGUST 7TH, 1973
OLD NOTE-- YES, WHISKEY IS STILL SURGING IN MY VEINS
MATCHING BURNING HURT AND ANOTHER LOST LOVE..
SCAR ON MY LEFT HAND STILL REMINDS ME,
LIFE IS OFTEN JUST CRAP AND LOVE TOO DAMN OFTEN JUST A BURNT TREE...
NEW NOTE- Written at age 19, young and full of piss and vinegar.
Can I recall that night? Yes, and the blood and the scar still reminds me,
mental pain is so often worse than physical pain.
A wild mustang that paid some very heavy dues and fought a world hellbent on destroying me...
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[Post 769]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-13-2016 02:19 PM
In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding
I linger far too long in past glances
repairing my heart from such ancient pains.
I that carelessly took too many chances
now look back at far, far too many stains.
No shadows that follow bear good tidings
where tired spirit seeks safe shade and deep rests.
In each dark battle are gems still hiding
in green forests upon snow covered crests.
Long has been the widening path taken
where night-moon and bright sun upon man shine.
All seems so lost but hope is not forsaken
death is dark-food upon which Fate does dine.
Tarry not, road slows, end-game is in sight.
There sleep, basking in its eternal light.
R.J. Lindley
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[Post 770]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-22-2016 11:33 AM
Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop
Seed was planted, man's heart found death is dark,
where great truth was recanted,
misery brazenly stark.
Black hearts race forth , never getting their fill,
falling forever downward,
where Fate delivers its kill.
Robert Lindley, JULY 22- 2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Syllables: 48
Total # Lines: 6 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
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[Post 771]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-24-2016 09:29 AM
Weep Ye Not At Death's Dark Release
Fear ye not, life and heartache fly away,
past and future blend to give hope.
We are flesh and remain weak that way,
so often hung high with a new rope.
New dawn and clouds bring what they may,
day races into night's awaiting dreams.
We are flesh and too often fail to pray,
chasing our greed and foolish schemes.
Bright stars cast forth a comforting glow,
beneath world and its rushing hurts.
In blindness we crawl and fail to show,
but very little in fleeting spurts.
A curse embraced, results we do not know,
graveyard beckons, deep is the lost sea.
Never sought, never found, loves true glow,
we water nothing but greed's barren tree.
Weep ye not at death's dark release,
journeying into that unknown place.
Jason found no treasured golden fleece,
nor love's beauty in death's dark face.
In hell, man walks looking for that out,
cries sad tears, hope his only aid.
As he battles, begs with pleading shout,
save me from this death I've made.
Alas, Fate hears too and tags along,
casting its pains and well tangled nets.
Man dreams and may even sing a song,
life dances on and he gets what he gets.
Life may be but long shadowed dreams,
false gold found in empty chests.
Happiness grabbed in rarest moonbeams,
where mercy gives its gifted rests.
Fear ye not, life and heartache fly away,
past and future blend to give hope.
We are flesh and remain weak that way,
so often hung high with a new rope.
R.J. Lindley
Sept 9th, 1977
Old note--
Future seems a fleeting dream.
Each day a fight to battle night's shadows.
New note--
Future has come.
Battle rages on and Time (the true enemy) has its new weapons .
For rust and blood stains my old, battered shield
cuts scar my shining armor 's long lost glow.
I refuse to fall, vowing to never willingly yield
to this Fate's loss and its fast melting snow.
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[Post 772]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-25-2016 01:39 PM
When May I Rest
Hard upon faded earth
Tombstone rests there
Greatest gems, not her worth
Love we did share
Heaven sent treasure found
Once her sun shone
Beneath earth she lays bound
Our time now gone
Fallen sky weeps her loss
Rivers her dream
There sailing her white cross
Green grass her stream
Where shall peace now be had
When may I rest
My death, I will be glad
My last request
R.J. Lindley
Feb. 27th 1978
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[Post 773]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-29-2016 09:31 AM
Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give
Give kind words to one in desperate need
till the hungry ground for a fertile crop.
A life can be saved by casting that seed
yielding forth sweet fruits that may never stop.
Each new day, look for the good to be done
by shining light on others in dark night.
Salvation tis' not measured by the ton
but by the greatness of pure love's bright light.
Planting hope's first crop and seeing it grow
often the greatest treasure one may find.
Do that for faith and love, and not for show
be thee blessed and rewarded in kind.
Kindness is fruit one may easily give.
True journey and path to forever live.
R. J. Lindley
Aug. 12th 1976
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Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
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[Post 774]
Author : Gunny
Date : 07-29-2016 09:43 AM
Tyr, I'm getting ready to join your poetry BS if it'll get me away from all these damned Trump and Hillary threads. Jesus H. Christ.
I got your number now though ... this is how you keep your sanity. :laugh:
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[Post 775]
Author : Black Diamond
Date : 07-29-2016 09:45 AM
Tyr, I'm getting ready to join your poetry BS if it'll get me away from all these damned Trump and Hillary threads. Jesus H. Christ.
I got your number now though ... this is how you keep your sanity. :laugh:
Don't be a grump
Vote for Trump
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[Post 776]
Author : Gunny
Date : 07-29-2016 09:53 AM
Don't be a grump
Vote for Trump
Dude, don't mess up tyr's poetry threads. They're his he's in charge. And he likes them. You can can screw with me somewhere else. I did catch the rhyme. but unless you're doing actual poetry, jerk with me elsewhere.
He's a happy guy with his little world and I can totally understand. I apologize for injecting politics. The juxtaposition was me trying to get away from it.
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[Post 777]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-31-2016 01:40 PM
A Brave Warrior Passed On His Battle Scars
Great warrior gave me his used battle sword
battered and bloody stained with glowing red.
Greatest of gems in hidden treasure hoard
now his adventure is long gone, long dead.
There was deep kindness in his last giving
generous, bound with honorable pride.
Superb gem, passed on to one now living
respect well earned, he had nothing to hide.
Ages have swiftly flown by, and his gem shines
mirrors the seeking light in my tired soul.
As the end approaches, past fights refines
the depths of my long journey's desired goal.
A brave warrior passed on his battle scars.
Adding again, treasures to distant stars.
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Robert J. Lindley, 7-31-2016
Note- A genetic legacy from one of my Viking ancestors....
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[Post 778]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-05-2016 10:08 AM
Looking Back At Time's Receding Echoes
I write so that my mind will thus obey
Commands that memory and heart reveal
Rare gems reside in every dawn's new day
Increasing passion in all we may feel
I look back at Time's receding echoes
With pain for losses sadly meant to be
Walking back, bare-footed with seeking toes
caressing sands of future dying sea
What of glories fallen and now long gone
Deep loves that too soon withered on the vine
Mere mortals, weak beasts wrapped in flesh and bone
Forever beg, more rot on which to dine
Where will a man's path deliver his heart
If carrion fills his deep trailing cart
Robert J. Lindley , 8-05-2016
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Note- To navigate the approaching future storm, one must look back at the landmarks and path that led to the destination and the
last boulder to move..
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[Post 779]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-13-2016 07:31 AM
When Her Own Payment Came Due
Came torturing moment that she just knew
he could never be her eternal love
No old age, everlasting for the two
their love would die, no reprieve from above
Yet his touch scorched her into frenzy
days were spent fighting loss's sad arrival
His kiss sent her world into a tizzy
afterwards she'd fight for her survival
Finding Fate hard, seeing future regrets
nights now spent enjoying lover's touch
Present time was just as good as it gets
for burning love seared her far, far too much
Dawn broke, came that sad moment she just knew
Years flown by, now her own payment came due
R.J. Lindley
Sept 20th, 1978
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[Post 780]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-15-2016 05:59 PM
Cursed With These Black Mid-Nights And That Sinister Call
Past midnight, gloomy sky and red flailing moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call
Soon that black soul would invade this sanctuary of my weary mind
utterly shatter yet again my long aching heart's brief rest
Waiting for the anguished moans and nail scratching sounds
I sought courage to survive tonight this demonic test
and before dawn dear magnificent sleep my soul thus find
Moaning and chain rattling echoes arrived at my bedroom door
My thoughts turned to her and why she still cursed me so
Had not I gave her my true love and my cherished all
Only to see her in blood-soaked dress out the door go
Yes, my loves had always wept and demanded too much more
In a bright flash through the bedroom door she flew
Willing moonlight shining upon her long , dagger-like nails
I stepped back, again I yielded to regret and abject fear
odors of rotting meat and stingers in her three tails
Pierced my side as scorching hot pain in my mind grew
Nay, never again would I allow her these great strikes back
And smile of victory her new black heart so dearly sought
For in my hand, was the dagger of my stone cold truth
with the ring of relief my blood had previously bought
Stabbing in deep, dagger stopped her in her evil track
With that anguished and screeching cry she flew away
giving rise to the glory of sunrise and newborn hope
Today I recall - that evil beaming from her cold dead eyes
and her death- the night I hung her with a new rope
For darkness in my burning soul had always held its sway
Past midnight, gloomy sky and flailing red moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call
Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2016
FOR THE NEW, write like your favorite poet contest SPONSORED BY SEEKER.
I chose Poe..... because he held the same darkness that once plagued me so much- so, so long go..
Hell, I may even actually enter it... -Tyr
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[Post 781]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2016 07:20 AM
The Final Vow
When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .
Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.
My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.
As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976
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[Post 782]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2016 12:36 PM
Guile And Merciless Lies
I spared her my guile, my merciful lies
she was just fallen from Heavenly skies
Stone-cold heart in me, I abused so well
was destroyed under her angelic spell.
No reprieve could my lone spirit seek
for now love was strong, my darkness weak
As each new dawn raced to bring its sweet joy
returned I, to innocence when a boy.
Yet savage darkness in me did not leave
it would far too soon give me cause to grieve
I fought that blackest of all mankind's sins
that deed punished with Hell that never ends.
On blackest of nights, our first loving year
she saw my evil wrath, felt her last fear
I slashed and cut until all life had bled
looked I into, bluest of eyes now dead.
Again, my heart felt eternal torment
facing this misery of wrath hell sent
She that held my heart in its finest hour
destroyed under my cruel dark power.
Another dawn, there stood my angel anew
she was just fallen from Heavenly skies
Had Fate now turned, changing winds blew
torture, for my guile and merciless lies.
R.J. Lindley
JAN 22ND, 1978
(OLD) NOTE- Darkness this week, my good friend took her own life, far away in another state..
I once held her close but life saw us part..
She went to find her dreams and I stay here to play my sad part.
NEW NOTE-
Life full of mystery and living long, brings memories of a very old pain.
Living these extra years but what does one finally gain?
Perhaps peace and a time to understand,
that man is fallen, and to often walks about blindly, in his own dark land..
A dark poem from long ago.
Shared now because we all have past pains that need to see the light of day..
Always I wonder, could I have saved her if I had not been so selfish, wild and crazy back then..
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[Post 783]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-22-2016 09:51 AM
Nature's Gift
Windy night's storm passed, now came soothing breeze
embraced, fallen flowers sprang up with ease.
Where night's fury had vent awesome wrath
dawn's joyous return gave another path.
As clouds parted and glowing sun beamed down
busy was blessed day in this, my town.
Streets were flooded with shopping underway
packed crowds very eager to find and pay.
Breeze picked up, sending cool, brief shower
Nature yet again showed healing power.
Crops soaked in gift of sweet, refreshing rain
so soon, washed away dark storm's enraged pain.
Night's storm flown away, now came soothing breeze
flying everywhere were the birds and bees.
R.J. Lindley,
April 15th, 1974
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[Post 784]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-24-2016 07:02 AM
War Demanded
If only man were like a stout oak tree
Standing proud and tall for the world to see
Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last
Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast
Reality presents a very different and forceful demand
Greed calls for taking others blood , treasure and land
No small trick starting another evil and bloody war
With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar
Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded
Up is down when right becomes so underhanded
Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken
Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken
Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside
Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride
Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure
After that the vultures descend to take the treasure
R.J. Lindley
From decade past (1970's), edited Mar 23, 2011, and again August 24 2016
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[Post 785]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2016 12:05 PM
Her Smile, The Quest To Once Again Embrace
The great depth of sun-gleamed dancing seas painted in
blue,
Tidal surges that swell in gracing full-moon's hue:
Where all Nature bows its strong, powerful head
too!
Seeking ever more blessed glories across this wide
world,
Oft hidden as is the jewel of Nature's finest pearl:
All for the truest love of her, my shimmering dream
girl.
Within great journey from dark depths of lost love's
throes,
Long aching years, ebbing pain in my mind grows:
Searching heaven and earth hit with unyielding
blows.
Time and Fate may bring sought- this dream in soft
treasure,
Of my quest , epic suffering granted in heavy measures:
Burned by day and night's furies awaited only to find her
pleasures.
R.J. Lindley,
June 24th, 1971
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[Post 786]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-11-2016 09:05 AM
Place Beyond The Horizon, Dwelling In Sunset's Red
Place beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
all is right - no compromising, silk sheets on every bed
Cool streams lead to good, world exists with no stains
love wins just as it should, nights hold no dark pains
Beyond the horizon, hell's great fury can never invade
new morn's sweet rising, bright life hope has made
Days spent in wonder, dancing to promises of more
ships sailing seas of splendor, from shore to shore
Paradise in the seeing, Nature's well hidden palace
glory in the being, free of man's hatred and malice
Earth's greatest pleasure, love-filled beyond measure
time spent in leisure, where true love is the treasure
Beyond red skyline's glow, loom castles of eternity
wrapped in sincere love's, great hope and serenity
R.J. Lindley
July 9th, 1971
Note- Written long ago-centuries it now seems..
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[Post 787]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2016 02:37 PM
A Fight or A Fantasy ?
Ages ago on a mountain ledge I slew my foe
A warrior that utterly refused to yield
As blood lay rich upon the cold packed snow
I took his valiant life , his sword and his shield
A memory from a cold and distant past
A dream from a memory darkened by sleepless nights
A chill sent so very hard and fast
A flash of many thrilling and honorable fights
Fleeting whispers sent to cast off doubt
Of standards now demanded to be cast aside
Rage , furiously rage against death's final shout
Dead heroes welcoming no tales of glory and pride
Hades embraces fallen soldiers that failed the test
Of virtue, resolve and duty soundly done
Pride, courage , glory and all the rest
Pale in comparison to a justice so honorably won.
Awaken from a sweat soaked dream
I wondered had I saw another man's fate
So real, so very real it did seem
To be the closing of my earthly gate...
R.J. Lindley
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[Post 788]
Author : crin63
Date : 09-14-2016 10:02 AM
Title : Get Off That Knee And Take A Stand
Get Off That Knee And Take A Stand
So who are you
To be so smug
You have it all
But still a thug
Taking a Knee
Refusing to stand
But that's your right
In this our land
You act abused
The Kool-aid drunk
But what a joke
You’re just a punk
Here you’re free
To be that bum
But you blind yourself
To be that dumb
For men have died
They paid the price
For you to live
Their sacrifice
Color doesn’t matter
They fought for right
Side by side
Both Black and White
Now, get off that knee
And take a stand
You salute our flag
In this free land
You stand and sing
A voice that's proud
You belt it out
And make it loud
Because that banner
It still waves
O’er the land of the free
The home of the brave
Author - C.R. Rigali
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[Post 789]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-17-2016 09:07 AM
That Darkness Leading Into Silent Tombs
At night, hallway between our distant bedrooms
that darkness leading into silent tombs,
I know the pain of your quiet despair,
where foul shadows float though the air.
Memories of that day, those dastardly deeds
bequeath a crop of ever darker seeds,
I feel the anger and loss deep in your cave
that agonizing hurt, loss of the love you gave.
Yet you see not the greater wrong done me
tight chains that kept me from being free,
and how your blindness took away my sight
as we both now - embrace misery day and night.
If only we could wake from these never ending dreams
Find dear mercy and light, that both our heart redeems
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 17th, 1974
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[Post 790]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-18-2016 03:49 PM
What Was Once So Dear And Finally Again Found
To have so sadly lost and yet now again tis found
more to life than planting seed in fertile ground
Living is much more than what we see, touch and hear
it is sublime happiness in every joyful tear
Holding sweet the heart's true love long and tight
knowing hope and love can make it alright
Basking in the sun and Nature's deep glory beheld
when our souls with nature's blessings meld
Asking for that promise of each radiant new dawn
seeing bright flowers gracing our front lawn
Dancing into abundant light of heaven and earth
begging, begging for more - with all our worth
What was once so dear and finally again found
Love and kisses, truly make this old world go round
R.J. Lindley
May 14th, 1981
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[Post 791]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2016 02:07 PM
We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain
As we walk blindly into the dark night,
lit candles thrown away, denying sight
We climb up, onto great high cliffs to fall
heeding nothing not even warning call
We curse this ancient world in our great pain
we eat misery and embrace our pain
Yet in dark despair, we hope and we pray
each sad night, morn we wake to a new day!
In darkness, our souls find so little rest
we wonder forth but its only a test
To ever changing earth we are thus bound
living in nothing, parading around
What of Fate and our love's greatest treasures
we seek solace in our simple pleasures
Begging only for return of clear morn
OUR ONLY HOPE, AGAIN TO BE REBORN
Yet coming dawns bring anew, hope and prayers
to divine guidance that loves, truly cares
In our sad rooms, we often beg to dance
YET WE OFTEN FIND, LIFE IS BUT MERE CHANCE
Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2016
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[Post 792]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-22-2016 10:54 AM
A Heart's Deep Song
Grant me for sweet remembrance sake
Some golden gift that I may take
With me into that region
Awaiting me when love is gone,
The jewel that held thy fragrant hair
Against the winds of March; a share
Of lavender thy fringed lawn
Nestled among until dawn;
A broken bridge, a tattered string
Of thy deep lute's dismembering;
The many-beaded beryl zone
That thy still orisons hath known;
Or, that my heart may be at ease,
Tell me the bliss thy vision sees;
Sing me the secret of thy faith
That I may find thee beyond death.
R.J. Lindley,
April 17th, 1972
Note-
In youth I sought the winds that sing aloud
bringing in music of each new day
I was bold, hungry and quite proud
yet life's selfish yearnings got in my way
Looking back, great life was there to be had
if only my anger had not held sway
I was so wild, crazy and yes, a bit bad
for which truth and justice made me pay
Ah, but who hasn't regret about youthful misdeeds
about fine treasures so stupidly lost
I that happily sowed far too many dark seeds
sadly now reap, the inevitable high cost
When youth in folly thinks not but then leaps
should it shock, to find, Fate plays for keeps
Started as just a short note--turned into an unfinished poem.
My muse taunts me today... at her sweet pleasure..
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[Post 793]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-23-2016 09:43 AM
Never Greater Shall Ever Come Again
A golden apple from a golden tree
that is what sweetness of youth was to me
Never happier have I ever been
never greater shall ever come again
Each new dawn greater mysteries unfold
to we too reckless, too wild and too bold
Where bright sunshine gave cause to dance and play
we in merriment lost ourselves each day
Nights brought promises of love, often more
crazy in romance we sought just to score
Now aged wisdom, such folly we see
carelessly, we wasted fruit from youth's tree
Never happier have I ever been
never greater shall ever come again
Robert J. Lindley, 9-23-2016
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[Post 794]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-25-2016 09:42 AM
Poetry, More Than Breath Of Pretty Words
I will not sell my soul for vanity
nor loud applause that rings in so shallow
Although I prefer quiet and smooth sea
my anger, sometimes must out loud bellow
I will not dare cross such a tragic line
for life is honor, principles held tight
Not only sweet desserts on which to dine
but also seeing clear in dark of night
I would rather eat bread of humble pie
than many dark rotted fruits of false praise
For nothing gained in believing a lie
even should such be the accepted craze
Poetry, more than breath of pretty words
its life, singing of true angelic birds
Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2016
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[Post 795]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2016 03:49 PM
Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights
My thoughts carried as in arrows swift flight
Each bad day, loneliness and misery;
More to come- dying sun gives wicked night,
long and sadder became desperate pleas.
Where once cherished fires burned brilliant glow,
Now treads shadow host of my vanities;
Lost heart stood aloof, cold as coldest snow
casting forth red-pain and profanities.
Not realized, plans of joy and future life
Nor again- moments of her sweet touch;
Yet held deepest, poems of our love, my wife
This world, I would give, to have again such.
In darkness, my soul in lost battle fights,
Images of her, in dreams on lonely nights.
R.J. Lindley,
April 21st, 1976
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Note--Old sonnet, real bad time in my young life ..
So often we are made strong-- by the depth of the fires that burned us so severely.......
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[Post 796]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-03-2016 08:42 AM
Watching Over Him Until Their New Start
She was his everything lost, late last Fall
her soft touch, her sweet kiss, her blue eyes
rare gems that he would forever recall
being with her, cruel world now denies
She gave to him, true life and stars that shine
days of joy, nights of romantic splendor
such heavenly food and taste of red wine
now he prayed again, my God please send her
She gave him, dreams that soothed his broken heart
promises of paradise where she waits
watching over him until their new start
as decreed by vows of love and the Fates
Her gave her, his love, his dreams and his all
Vowed to HER, before her loss, late last Fall
Robert J. Lindley, 10-03-2016
Note- Written for contest--may even enter it.-Tyr
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[Post 797]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2016 08:23 AM
Bright As That Saving Star In The Far North
Send my restless soul where cool, sea breeze blows
Across sky, blue waters and rocky shoals,
Into green valleys in peaceful slumbers
Upon the weary, IN UNTOLD NUMBERS,
Searching for soothing comfort from above
Finding only sweet relief in true love.
Send that blessing, with long, romantic nights
Moonlight bathing lovers in gleaming lights,
Beneath stone shrines in majestic blue hills
Lay gems in dreams of even higher thrills,
Promise - CONTINUED PARADISE ON EARTH,
Misery cries, nothing else is of worth.
In this my deep dream, let Heaven shine forth
Bright as that saving star in the far North.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2016
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[Post 798]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-13-2016 07:54 AM
Written as a reply to the Dylan thread in the Lounge - His Nobel Prize win.
I decided to write a tribute to Dylan's greatest song..
And yes, I know it can never match (or even come close to) the genius of the original... -Tyr
Watching That Slow Red-Sun Falling Down
Watching that slow red-sun falling down
Night will bring on heartache even more
Nothing good ever happens in this lonely town
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
I am too tired, too damn blind to ever see
Relief that could this tortured mind restore
Has life and love's power fled far from me
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Nothing ever removes this tragic frown
As I rail and curse Fate forever more
King has fallen, lost his hollow crown
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Knock, knock knocking on Heaven's door
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2016 - with verses borrowed from the greatest song Dylan ever wrote..... -Tyr
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[Post 799]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-15-2016 10:08 AM
In The Warmth Of My Eternal Clasp
Darling flower of sweetness, pretty face,
slender tree of heart's dear and true desires,
wealth impossible to ever replace
and that gift of passion's greatest fires-
you the angel of my long cherished dreams*.
Within your garden my mind seeks relief,
memories of thy soft gentle touch,
dare I not abandon, that Love's belief
although fleeting, Fate, gave us far too much-
live thee again, in my heart''s longest cry*.
Where my dearest, rests thy deep caring soul,
after death tore thee from my faithful grasp,
truth, thy spirit lies not in that dark hole
but in the warmth of my eternal clasp-
our love, torn apart but can never die*.
Fate, tho' cruel, yields thus to love's final schemes.*
Robert J. Lindley, 10-15-2016
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Note- Decided to write something other than a sonnet this morn.
After reading a couple dozen poems- thought to write in my way from my youth.
Poetry form -- Romanticism.. inspired from this poem fragment, written back in 1973..
You the angel of my long cherished dreams*
Live thee again, in my heart''s longest cry*
Our love, torn apart but can never die*
Fate, tho' cruel, yields thus to love's final schemes.*
R.J. Lindley,
APRIL 19TH, 1973
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[Post 800]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-16-2016 08:48 AM
Slow Rolls The Tide
Slow rolls the tide-
Greater than a mountain avalanche, the power-
Seething in its rage, nothing does it hide
From sun's hot beams or night's darkest hour.
Slow flows world's time-
Finite within this small measured space-
Mysteries abound, often far too sublime
For mankind in its sad futile race.
Upon that granite wall
Etched in fine stone, words to be read-
No clear warning- "writing upon the wall"-
Just cold silence from the war's dead.
Slow rolls the tide-
This world holds deep its seeping rot-
None are eager to leave the Fated ride
All greedy to keep what they got.
Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide
Slow rolls the tide
What in life, holds saving key-
When will mankind ever learn-
How can dearest love and sweetest life ever be
If Heaven and Truth, mankind shall faithfully spurn?
R.J. Lindley
March 23rd, 1976 (fragment)/ 10/16/2016
Note- Fragment written in 1976...
Edited and finishing verses written this morn (40 years later).-Tyr
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Firebrands To Scorch Hands Of Fates
Firebrands To Scorch Hands Of Fates
One by one, the embers are dying,
Two by two, stars are aligning:
So much joy in the knowing;
That death was in the designing.
In by inch, the worms are turning;
Deep in the soil, life awaits:
Raindrops of truth hotly burning;
Firebrands to scorch hands of Fates.
One by one, centuries are bringing,
Mystical ships to safer ports;
There in unison angels singing;
cannons blasting ancient forts.
Inch by inch, universe is shrinking
Light of truth is near its goal;
Mankind shall soon be thinking;
Heaven is real, lets pay that toll.
Robert J. Lindley
Lin 7,8,9
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Post 801]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-20-2016 09:12 AM
In My Deep Darkness
In my deep darkness,
sun and moon did not shine
In my deep darkness
life and love were never mine
In my deep darkness
misery and pain held the crown
In my deep darkness
I fell farther and farther down.
In my deep darkness,
I fought the world
for what it did to you
I fought the world
for I had not a clue
I fought the world
for what it did to me
I fought the world
until I was no longer free.
In my deep darkness,
your wise words still haunted me
In my deep darkness
your love watered my dead tree
In my deep darkness
one day your light finally fell
In my deep darkness
your love retrieved me from Hell.
R.J. Lindley, 1989
Note-- This poem was written in 1989, 20 years to the day, after my father's death (he died from cancer, on morning of his 68th birthday in 1969).. That greatest loss in my life utterly destroyed me. .
I went into an angry rage that fought the world for 20+ years.
(Granted, although some may question whether I've truly recovered yet)...
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[Post 802]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-21-2016 05:04 PM
Poetry Thoughts
Poetry Thoughts
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to my vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
Words given by ancient gnarly trees
echoes embraced from tumbling seas
Sounds of silence in forested glen
far away from greed and wiles of men
Cry from distant stars or cold stone
shadows dancing by moonlight shown
Fleeting grabs at moments of serenity
promising future gift of infinity
I am giant tree reaching to the sky
spreading my limbs out and so high
Mirror of Life's fantastic desires
a creature cast from heavenly fires
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to a vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
Imagination brings sweet words to ink
volleys from ship impossible to sink
Heart beaten into indestructible bell
Sounding red rose, eating its smell
I am a river, flooding poetic page
servant of Nature, slave to my sage
Erupting volcano spewing heated ash
darkness that dares to live to smash
The great joy of seeing a newborn son
elation of finishing a marathon run
Memories of dancing in pouring rain
blessing of finding lost love again
I write my poems in a deep thought
with the pain my life dearly bought
Lost, listening to my vanishing muse
this world's whispers I often use!
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April 30, 2016
Rhyme
For the contest, Poetry _________ Fill in the Blank
sponsor, PD
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Rummaging through old poems, found this one and decided to give it new air..-Tyr
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[Post 803]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-25-2016 10:00 AM
A Prayer Offered For Sincere Love
Gentle touches that caressed her aching heart,
never she knew greater from a man-
His tender tones whispering romantic vows à la carte,
quenched her hot desires for love in a burning flame.
Having been hurt by previous lover playing a game
hoping this new love held her in a divine plan-
In her fervent dreams, Romeo was his name,
was she again, tragic victim of an errant Cupid's dart?
Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2016
Contest Description
Write a poem on any theme using the rhyme scheme I used below
(not sure if it's an actual form but let's try it)
A - B - A - C - C - B - C - A
1. no names/date at bottom
2. any theme
3. no forced rhyme (just because a word ends in -ing does not necessarily mean it rhymes)
4. PLEASE use correct rhyme scheme!!
Rhyme scheme used, A - B - A - C - C - B - C - A
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[Post 804]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-25-2016 02:12 PM
Deep In The Mountain Tarns
Deep in the mountains,
Beyond a lost road,
Mystical spirits
Have their wild abode.
Lonely abysses
Of primeval dread,
Forests were freely
the shy fairies tread.
The eagle hovers
In safety there,
With keen eyes watching
Nest and lair.
Green are those waters,
Dark as ancient bronze,
Harbors for the souls
Of dreaming swans.
Through mossy branches,
Through cavernous rifts,
Red-sun down
Cool fragrance drifts.
He who enters
That lost abode
Never more needs
A wandering road.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2016
Note:
tarn
[tahrn]
Word Origin
noun
1.
a small mountain lake or pool, especially one in a cirque.
1300-50; Middle English terne < Old Norse tjǫrn pond, pool
www.dictionary.com/browse/tarn
A dialectal word popularized by the Lake poets. tarn in Science Expand. tarn. (tärn) A small mountain lake, especially one formed as a glacier melts, filling a cirque with water.
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[Post 805]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-01-2016 10:06 AM
Dance With Me , Sweet Adele
Dance with me , sweet Adele,
where moonlight soaks ancient trees:
For such memory explodes my soul and soothes my spirit,
a date upon magical soil.
You that weave eternal, enchanting dreams,
fear not, my love walks with thee- and
where cool winds reward the gleaming dawn
our souls unite in lavish splendor.
Dance with me , sweet Adele,
upon distant foreign shores
wrap your arms around this aching mind.
Utter those sweet words that forever bind me
unto thy bosom and luscious lips.
My Adele, dance again with me-
even if out of pity:
For my loneliness and regret of not holding you more
For my wicked ways, my dark, vain words-
and that Fate has punished me a thousand times more!
Robert J. Lindley, , 11/1/2016
Note- Began decades ago-finished this morn. Her name was not Adele but
since she was a real person in my life and all my family and hers as well would realize
our hidden romance so many decades ago, I changed the name.
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[Post 806]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-13-2016 11:39 AM
Then Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream
Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.
Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.
And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps,
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.
And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.
Robert J. Lindley , 11-13-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=fallows+meaning
Fallows
fal·low1 'falo/ noun
plural noun: fallows
1. a piece of fallow or uncultivated land. verb 3rd person present: fallows
1. leave (land) fallow. Origin Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
fal·low2 'falo/ noun plural noun: fallows a pale brown or reddish yellow color.
Origin Old English falu, fealu . Translate fallows to Use over time for: fallows
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http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aureole
Aureole
noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\ Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole
1 a : a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage
b : something resembling an aureole UNSUPPORTED CODE
2 : radiance, aura UNSUPPORTED CODE
3 : the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist : corona
4 : a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion aureole transitive verb
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Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses. I learned long ago, my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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[Post 807]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-16-2016 05:46 PM
She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon
Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.
Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.
Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.
Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.
R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989
1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling
2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Note- I had her but my mad wild streak drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....Tyr
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[Post 808]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-17-2016 03:26 PM
Hold My Feet To Red-hot Purifying Fires
Hold my feet to red-hot purifying fires,
but give me decades to live in her desires;
A ride upon her enticing paradise ship
let that be my last enchanting passion trip-
And in those fleeting years my new spirit will soar,
life will be mystery and never a bore;
Should I then and there perish in heart's greatest glee
give alms, toss my white bones into peaceful sea-
If ever you think about it, have deep regrets
be assured I lived well, won all the huge bets;
Friend, if by chance you ever get to hold these feet
you shall hear me, these wise 'ole words then repeat-
Hold my feet to red-hot purifying fires,
but give me decades to live in her desires.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2016
Sonnet , Lin 12,11,12,11
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Post 809]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-19-2016 04:41 PM
I Pray For Mercy And A Tally Not Too Precise
When years of my life are measured for next realm's path,
I pray dear mercy and blind eye to youthful deeds.
I did so sin, in my rage and black-hearted wrath,
sought icy cold beer seeking time to sow wild seeds.
What man can claim meekness and good all his life long,
walking in peace and aiding those so much weaker
Then, I danced jubilantly to love in song
fool long ago, was only a pleasure seeker!
Now facing fleeting Time and Fate's loud ticking clock
THIS WEEPING SOUL PRAYS FOR MERCY SWEET AND DIVINE
Proud of my both my fist, hammers as hard as rock
now I know it was all soft as rot on the vine.
When life is judged for entry into paradise
I pray for mercy and a tally not too precise!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016
Sonnet form, Lin 12/12
136 words
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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[Post 810]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-20-2016 09:13 PM
Fear Of The Judgment
Cut, knife her pure heart, and drain blood for pain
Your black-hearted soul no mercy dare show
Fear of the judgment, having to explain
Why thy heart rests within icy cold snow.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016
Poetry form- Quatrain
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[Post 811]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2016 03:10 PM
When Each Day, Fate Shatters Thy Clock
When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?
When low dark clouds, cast bitter lights
With dawn's sweet birth so far away
Gaze thee not at alluring sights
For tarrying will make thee pay!
When each hour, cuts like a hot knife
Thy mind screams for it all to stop
Consider, thy fighting such strife
Well before the big hammers drop!
When dark falters, thy heart may see
Moon and bright stars shining at night
Hope is not being a dead tree
Morn's blessing coming into sight.
When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016
Poetry form , Repeated Lin 8's
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 133
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[Post 812]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2016 05:58 PM
In Thy Love-Realm I Would Gladly Live And Die
Feeding thy mind soft-sweet words, heart wrapped in pure silk
thou art breathe of morn, treasure of thy mother's milk;
composing within feverish high prancing gleams,
flowing in fantastic velvety seamless seams.
This poet-spirit lives solely within thy grace
its rare gentleness and warm welcoming embrace;
send this day, dearest words of thy beating heart's pleas,
paradise, romance made by both our shining seas.
In that feast, where heaven showers with love-gold flakes
thy kisses art panacea for this soul aches;
thy voice singing songs that make earthen angels cry
for in thy love-realm I would gladly live and die.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2016
Form - Rhyme , LinA (ROMANTICISM) 12/12/12
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Lines:12
Total # Words: 100
NOTE- COMPOSED FOR CONTEST, MAY EVEN ENTER IT..- ;)-TYR
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I Got It
The eternal and beautiful love you cast into my soul!
the gentle ways you heal my worries and cares
The loving heart you gave , letting me think I stole!
purity as white as Spring's sweet love renewing airs
So many joys and nights of pure deep loving thrills
words whispered in madly passionate haste
Love's sweetest milk drank with never any great spills
love's food consumed with never any waste
The devotion that inspires me to deeply love again
to run ahead yet again without any dark fears
To believe, to say sincere prayers ending with Amen
to feel joy so deeply my blue eyes flood with tears.
Robert L. 05-26--2014
Written this morn for my wife to find in her purse later this afternoon when she
goes shopping ..... I dearly love to surprise her!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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[Post 813]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-06-2016 07:51 AM
Days Gifts, Nights Rest
Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
sunrise and school children begin to run about
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay
ever returning like beautiful rainbow trout
Lazy day fishing in shade by a favorite stream
ease and comfort that brings smiles galore
So peaceful almost seems a wonderful dream
bless me, bless me with many more
Each week brings many joys and sorrows
hard times spring about like a midday frog
Yet I yearn for ten thousand more tomorrows
floating down swift river like a newly fallen log
Silently night slips ever closer to the break of day
Worries and troubles falling like rain seem here to stay
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[Post 814]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-07-2016 05:19 PM
The Ancient Summons
Take up thy spear at sunrise
And climb the riven crags,
Where none have been before thee
But mist and mountain stags;
And sing the song of parting
From lute and budding breast,
For blood-moons shall gleam and wane
Ere thou shalt reach thy rest.
Sing to the soaring breezes,
The seaward -winding streams,
That when battle-storm is lulled
They bless thee in thy dreams.
The mountain gods shall hear thee,
Gods of frost and fire,
And pierce thy heart with gladness
As pure as thy desire.
R.J. Lindley
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Total # Words: 87
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[Post 815]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-26-2016 04:28 PM
Her Painting Reminds Me
Her painting reminds me of dangers of this earth
the fleeting years and hours, what are they truly worth?
Bad times the deep blues bring on long nights so weary
MORNS ARRIVE WITH PALE SUNBEAMS AND SHADOWS DREARY!
When paths race on to panic in darkest of dreams
find life is folly and falling for evil schemes.
Where tall trees rain down huge limbs upon aching heads
if we survive, we spend years on serious meds!
Yes dear! Your painted face brings such terrors anew
with images of relief now so long overdue.
Yet every time I reach over to take it down
I see it change, to an even more wicked frown!
Cursed painting reminds me of times on this earth
the fleeting years and hours, what are they truly worth?
Robert Lindley, 12-26-2016
Sonnet, Lin 12/12
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 131
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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[Post 816]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-27-2016 12:25 PM
Fair Maiden, Forever This True Love Hold
In your gold cage, I desire to grow old
in your house of romance, I dance.
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
our hands were not joined by mere chance!
In thy warm heart, I pray we never part
may we sail upon calm blue seas.
Tis wrong to deny love dwells in each heart
must I now fall on bend-ed knees?
Remember thy vow, June night we first met
that first kiss and its honeyed-glow.
Life is wild, we have won its greatest bet
together we face life's great show!
In your gold cage, I desire to grow old.
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold.
Robert J. Lindley,
(first draft- Aug. 19th, 1976)
Edited (slightly) today-December, 27th)
Sonnet, Lin 10/8/10/8
Syllables Per Line: 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8
Total # Syllables: 108
Total # Words: 92
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[Post 817]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2016 12:18 PM
Found To Be, A Simple Man
After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, a simple man surely came to be.
For each new dawn, no longer met with frown.
Instead came joyful smiles from a calming sea.
After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, raced to return to my simple roots.
Not one wanting greatest fame and renown
I walk in my peace in my own simple boots.
Sought out for myself a pretty simple girl
gave her all of this simple spirit's heart.
Took her out night-dancing in a big whirl
was kind and true to her from our loving start.
Simply blessed to have found my pretty wife.
Now simply living without darkness and strife.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2016
Sonnet, Lin 10/11..
Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 11
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Lines: 21 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114
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[Post 818]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-02-2017 12:16 PM
Wide-winged Birds Of Prey In Such Sweet Heavenly Flight
Captured in fragments over centuries of dark dreams
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above waves of wavering, golden crops - ancient trees
They eye wantonly, that maze of deep forested streams.
On urgent winds, they glide in high solitary arcs
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above chaos, that mankind unforgivably made
They descend upon victims as long feathered sharks!
With beauty that rivals bright stars glimmering above
Wide-winged birds of prey in such sweet heavenly flight
Above storms, those wrapped in man's evil, destructive heart
High flying beauties, prettier than morning doves!
Robert J. Lindley , 1-02-2016
Rhyme, Lin 13/12
Syllables Per Line: 13 12 13 12 0 13 12 13 12 0 13 12 13 12
Total # Syllables: 150
Total # Words: 100
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 819]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-05-2017 05:55 PM
Resting In These Tennessee Hills
Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!
Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with soft touch
Tall trees wrapping such gentle slopping yards
Often this beauty just seems way too much
Never knew this blessing was in the cards!
How was this treasure hidden from my view
Clear streams flowing with splashing fish each Spring
I FEEL IN MY HEART PAYMENT IS OVERDUE
IF I HAD A FIDDLE I WOULD PLAY AND SING!
Famous mountains are near but just out of sight
I care not but some day's visit I just might!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 112
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Written today for contest.
Will enter there immediately after posting here.-Tyr
EDIT---
CONTEST RESULTS IN TODAY----
Resting In These Tennessee Hills
2nd place
Sonnet about where you live 1/28/2017 12:00:00 AM
Contest judged- Yes , date 1/7/2017 9:14:00 AM
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[Post 820]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-07-2017 11:40 AM
When Two Lovers Quarrel
My baby cried, what do you think you miss?
Is not, holding my hand, good as my kiss?
So why the sad, sad face that stirs my ire?
Do you no longer feel inside my fire?
Yes my baby, I feel fire that so warms.
I swear always, keep you from worldly harms.
So why do you in ire question me so?
Do not my passionate desires you know?
Yes my darling, I feel flames you emit.
You are my honey, I am your it.
I feel romantic waves from your huge heart
We were destined lovers, from blessed start!
Yes baby, your touch, I find cloud nine!
I swore oath, that forever you'd be mine!
So kiss me again, feel my hot desires!
Please, please vanish your ill-begotten ire's!
My darling, I forgot why we speak such
All I know is I love you, far too much!
Too much to ever doubt your deep romance
Yet I see girls give, more than just a glance.
Yes baby, I see that and so much more
You are paradise on heavenly shore
THE REASON I VOW TO FOREVER LIVE
HOLDING ON FIRM, SWEETEST TRUE LOVE YOU GIVE!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017
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Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 196
Form- Rhyme- (ROMANTIC)
Ten syllable verses
Note- For new contest, may even enter it...lol -Tyr
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[Post 821]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-13-2017 09:41 PM
Come To Me Love, So That Tender Heart Swells
Gone, our days dancing in the splashing rain
Awaiting the great mists of transcending time
My love, you taught me to ride a hurricane
Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes
Consider the moment you wake this coming morn
Walking streets paved with nameless stones
Grains of sand, pretending to be boulders
Cool winds grace the soft emerging twilight
Memories of crossing fires and true romance
Hold my loving hand gently in your hand
Your gold hair hung just right on your shoulders
Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom
Those sounds that now arrive in early morn
Those were golden days of splendor
Sit beside this gentle flowing stream
Morning dew glistens in anticipation
When I slumber where rushing waters play
River laps softly, a rainbow sings
Once I sought but love ran away
Climbing that hill, your heart within my soul
Hears that whisper, lovers in epic romance
You are my life, longing for you
The view, where led that path not taken
Who knew your forever was, a lover's query
Yet hope promises a new dawn each day
Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain
Goddess of my passion two hearts a'praying
Sunshine embraces my soul, drinking from mercy's cup
In sky's thundering heart, weeping for your sweet hand
We are but a mere blink, Fall sets to turn
Huge blue eyes that speak, seek fairness and love
On the high mountaintop I see the stars
We walked the night sands, moon shining down
Nights so love-locked in your arms, fill up a scroll
Caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide
Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017
Romanticism
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My second poem , created from titles of my other poems previously posted both here and elsewhere.-Tyr
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[Post 822]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-15-2017 11:04 PM
For Moon Shines Down Despite Sun's Coming Glare
What could life ever give in its returns
within each new dawn's slow warming chambers-
more piles of white ash from hot fiery burns
sores nobody dares to remember?
Could Achilles deny his raging will
temper his ardor for war's greatest fame,
nay, no more than he could so, his weak heel
and his mother's deep love that was to blame!
Denied truth in love, red-burnt rose too fair
how bad should jaded, longing spirit react
For moon shines down despite sun's coming glare
as if each night's great glee is the first act.
R. J. Lindley
April 17th, 1977
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 823]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-19-2017 03:31 PM
Keep Your Ship Rock Steady, Trim And Afloat!
When dark rustle in the pines flushes forth
Cold, cold blows lively winds from the far North
Your human heart may in its bed arise
Seeing but faint sparkles through blinded eyes
Weather each dark storm with hope's biggest coat
Keep your ship rock steady, trim and afloat!
When greater glee in life, quickly wears off
Do so much more than shake your head and scoff
Blue-worms in corn, weevils in high cotton
No need look, smell tells something is rotten
If glass is half empty, just fill it up
If plate is found broken, break matching cup!
When sorrows rush in, like weeds in the fields
You push and push harder, yet nothing yields
Watch for clouds to break away to show sun
You get busy, too busy to have fun
Consider mighty toils earth's lowly ants
Lace tighter you shoes, hitch up big-boy pants!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Rhyme
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 146
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Not the norm but I was reading a history book about 20 minutes ago and this entire first stanza popped right into my mind!
I stopped to jot in down and the rest just came poring out..
When I went to edit this, not one word did I change, and it was in perfect ten syllable verses the first draft.!
This is not the norm...
I hope it is not a warning sent about -- "something evil this way comes"!-Tyr
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[Post 824]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-23-2017 10:14 AM
Wide Eyes Absorbing That Magical Scene
Upon night's clear sky, moon glowing its best
Soft breeze, swirling gently in silent tune
That gleaming star shining high in the West
Companion for Heaven's striking big moon!
Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
With its proof we are souls wanting to fly
Earthen ground reflecting brightest moon-sheen
Tears born of pure joy, not a sad, sad cry
As dawn comes to wipe, to gift us new views
We may feel pains of sorrow losing this
Should we not celebrate having the two
For surely either lost, we'd dearly miss!
Should mankind ponder why such great, bright gifts
Tis Heaven's view to earth, that so uplifts!
by Robert J. Lindley
1-23-2017
Sonnet-10
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Note-
This sonnet was written this morn, as I watched dawn approach this happy family home, hidden away in these magnificent hills!
Earth, Sky and Heaven sent moon's gleaming views away to birth early dawn's great gifts to mankind!--Tyr
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[Post 825]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2017 07:40 PM
Silver Sheaths And Gems Are Not Listed Needs
Promise not, which hand and mind can not deliver
silver sheaths and gems are not listed needs.
This world and poor in life loves a cheerful giver,
red blood flows freely whenever one bleeds!
Should you promise, your heartfelt and dearest of dreams
what on earth more, could any man dare ask?
Life and Love are not clever little mortal schemes
one profits nothing wearing a false mask!
Can you see wisdom in this, holding out for more
with hope and kindness as your saving keys?
Beach-sand is not better on distant foreign shores
neither is, living life of begging please!
Walk with a giving soul, happiness there abides
With greater wisdom one can in peaceful, soft-strides!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017
Sonnet form- LIN 12/10
Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Words: 117
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
After reading several poems by foreign poets, I was inspired to write this sonnet.
As their poems set my mind to thinking about kindness and how we are all human and in need of
such at different times in our mortal lives!--Tyr
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[Post 826]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-14-2017 02:29 PM
Far Away Glow, Life's Gems In Celestial Fires
Divine throne, were His Love and Truth never expires
Where rests understanding well beyond mortal grasp
In our brief journeys walked upon earthly realm
Too often we seek dark, sad and wasteful desires.
Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires
Beneath us rests Hades first huge, welcoming gate
With billion easy maps telling just how to reach
When we think of high heaven, streets of solid gold
We forget, fallen sheep are at mercy of Fate.
Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires
Yet in this Universe burns true soul saving Light
Eternal embers of bright celestial fires
He that molded man from created earthen clay
Would not have done so unless it all would end right.
Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires
Be of good cheer, there are doors to such paradise
Keys that require such a sincere and simple plea
Bread and water in Truth, He sent from far above
Already paid, with blood of his Son's sacrifice.
Far away glow, Life's gems in celestial fires
R. J. Lindley,
June 19th, 1977
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 228
Total # Words: 166
Note: This was written long ago.
Edited today to reach uniformity in 12 syllable verses.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Could only muster enough writing energy to edit an old poem today.
Hope tomorrow to reach a happier place and maybe write something new..
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[Post 827]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-17-2017 07:27 AM
Are We Mortal Men Or Blinded Field Mice?
Dare I forgive, this sadder light of day
Stumble within its long, dark corridors.
Crawl forth, this body made of earthen clay
Begging for sweet relief and nothing more?
Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?
Nay! One must rise up and dare to Fate fight
Sew Life's cuts with courage and stronger thread.
Walk not in servitude, dark of dark night
Waiting only dreaded day we are dead!
Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?
Life's greatest blessing is also our foe
For it rests within Time's dark clutching hands.
We were made with souls, so that we may know
We are imprisoned on these earthly lands!
Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?
With that key left, for each to seek and find
One may enter paradise's golden streets.
Deep in our hearts, love that can save each mind
Awaits beyond our sad earthly defeats!
Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017
(Rhyme)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 182
Note:
Slowing light came back to shine, into a blinded lost soul
all that great loss was not all mine, yet quite sincerely I feel,
I just may have felt its greatest toll.
I woke up at 2 am this morn, could not sleep.This poem started and demanded that I get up to finish it.
My muse yet slept(as she is often even lazier than I), so instead of the usual forty-five minutes it would take me and her to write a poem of this length,
it took me writing alone, a bit over three hours!
What a relief to finish this finally(!), and this poem has been posted without any edits.
Although edits may yet come after I reread it again tomorrow, if I find typo's, etc.. -Tyr
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Edit made to Note....
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[Post 828]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-19-2017 03:31 PM
Found this old poem today. Written when I was young and thought the world could change if enough humans just saw the light.
I then did not know, that the Light must be sought and embraced if any MEANINGFUL AND LASTING CHANGES OCCURS AT ALL.-Tyr
Shall Mankind Ever Stop Repeating Insane Actions?
Thousand years distance, Hope's Truest of Truths cheered,
in its abundance within hearts seeking only peace
Yet there also, darkest forces played loose at night
bestowing grave doubt and aches upon mankind
Amidst this chaos, peace became a lost ghost
war raced in to fill that sad and empty space
When apathy won, death became a ghastly meadow
as dancing dark demons paraded forth and jeered,
Thousand years to come, shall Hope find a repeat
where black shadows invade to destroy more lives
Never say never, for evil sails upon blackest of seas
death lurks under malignant waters set to destroy
Shall we again in arrogance welcome such Dark
raging mad in ravenous flesh destroying appetites
Or will some saving angel travel here to then appear
and our embraced insanity, with true light defeat!
Thousand years distance, Hope's Truest of Truths cheered,
in its abundance within hearts seeking only peace
Yet there also, darkest forces played loose at night
bestowing grave doubt and aches upon mankind
Amidst this chaos, peace became a lost ghost
war raced in to fill that sad and empty space
When apathy won, death became a ghastly meadow
as dancing dark demons paraded forth and jeered,
Thousand years to come, shall Hope find a repeat
where black shadows invade to destroy more lives
Never say never, for evil sails upon blackest of seas
death lurks under malignant waters set to destroy
Shall we again in arrogance welcome such Dark
raging mad in ravenous flesh destroying appetites
Or will some saving angel travel here to then appear
and our embraced insanity, with true light defeat!
R.J. Lindley,
March 22nd, 1973
Old Note- MAN'S CURSE IS HE IS DOOMED TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT HIS
ACCURSED EVIL AND CALL IT ENLIGHTENMENT.
New Note Today( 44 YEARS LATER) - MAN'S CURSE IS HE IS DOOMED TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT, TO REPEAT HIS ACCURSED EVIL AND CALL IT ENLIGHTENMENT.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 829]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2017 10:30 AM
Defying Lightning Bolts From Ancient Skies
Walking in the past, down memory lane
Seeking courage there, prove I am still sane
Sharp sword of truth cutting through many lies
Defying lightning bolts from ancient skies!
On that journey, to find peace, in new hope
Perhaps even falling down a rocky slope
Aware that my mind has deceived my heart
Seeking truth not deceptions, tis a new start.
Once reaching those imagined shining fields
I pluck forbidden fruits, to see what truth yields
Sword raised high, to cut in so much deeper
Found were black lies, gems of the grim reaper!
Walking in the past, down memory lane
Seeking courage there, prove I am still sane
Sharp sword of truth cutting through many lies
Defying lightning bolts from ancient skies!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2017
Rhyme
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[Post 830]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-13-2017 08:50 PM
Why Would Poe's Lonely Ghost Dare To Haunt Me
Why Would Poe's Lonely Ghost Dare To Haunt Me
Where I see ghosts rising from wayward hills
Brilliant streaks in lone solitary arcs
Darkest nights, such sights sends shivering chills
One knows such flashes are not imagined sparks
I see shadows dancing in moonlit clouds
Somber music bellows out their hatred
Some show hideous faces from behind shrouds
Sending down deep repugnant smells so putrid
Shall I just decide to call it bad dreams
Or Fate's wicked curse nightly sent my way
Edgar Allen Poe's words meld into my screams
Born of wicked-black deeds of my darkest days
Why would Poe's lonely ghost dare to haunt me
This poet's feeble words can not set him free
Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2017
Sonnet (Dark)
Lin 10 10/11 11
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 11
Total # Syllables: 157
Total # Words: 107
Note: My son Justin, asked me to write a scary, dark poem.
Instantly Edgar Allen Poe came to mind.
These days everyone is a bold critic.. He at ten years old, after reading this, asked me to please write one a bit better!!
Take a guess at this ego bruised , dad-the tired poet's reply...
My muse laughed out loud and I wanted to sit down and cry....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 831]
Author : Gunny
Date : 03-14-2017 04:54 AM
Found To Be, A Simple Man
After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, a simple man surely came to be.
For each new dawn, no longer met with frown.
Instead came joyful smiles from a calming sea.
After casting off shadows weighing me down
I, raced to return to my simple roots.
Not one wanting greatest fame and renown
I walk in my peace in my own simple boots.
Sought out for myself a pretty simple girl
gave her all of this simple spirit's heart.
Took her out night-dancing in a big whirl
was kind and true to her from our loving start.
Simply blessed to have found my pretty wife.
Now simply living without darkness and strife.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2016
Sonnet, Lin 10/11..
Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 10 10 11, 11 11
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Lines: 21 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114
Mama told me when I young, come sit beside me, my only son .... Ronnie Van Zant.
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[Post 832]
Author : Balu
Date : 03-14-2017 05:22 AM
Note: My son Justin, asked me to write a scary, dark poem.
Instantly Edgar Allen Poe came to mind.
These days everyone is a bold critic.. He at ten years old, after reading this, asked me to please write one a bit better!!
Take a guess at this ego bruised , dad-the tired poet's reply...
My muse laughed out loud and I wanted to sit down and cry....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Never mind!
He is just a child yet. At these ages each of us was sure that we knew and could do everything better than anybody else. However the time passed and the Life proved how wrong we had been.
Unfortunately some fail to get rid of such an assurance till old ages. :slap:
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[Post 833]
Author : Gunny
Date : 03-14-2017 05:40 AM
Never mind!
He is just a child yet. At these ages each of us was sure that we knew and could do everything better than anybody else. However the time passed and the Life proved how wrong we had been.
Unfortunately some fail to get rid of such an assurance till old ages. :slap:
Nevermind is right. But you need to figure out who the child is. Your lack of command of literature is abysmal. Try reading a book. You might learn something.
When I was young I was strong and owned the world
Those days are over now My daughter makes fun of me
Makes me so sick at times I want to hurl.
I'm still here. I've seen and heard everything I have seen and heard. The Bird is the Word. Learn to write. And if you try and wreck Tyr's thread you're going to make a new enemy.
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[Post 834]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-25-2017 07:56 AM
Once Lived Life As Both Fox And Chasing Hound
Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.
When fleeing forth in life at lightning pace
taking too much as I ran, a disgrace.
Never worried about deep and high costs
figured each cold Winter brought killing frosts.
When chasing old fox, my mind went astray
swearing to catch and eat him every day.
With each new dawn, my hunger more intense
I failed to see myself being so dense.
One sad dawn, I caught that shifty ole fox
his words showed me my big, dark prison box.
Blessed reprieve for him, I did not eat
His wisest move and both our greatest feat.
Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 164
Note- Inspired by Tim Smith's free verse poem--titled the -- The Fox And The Hound.
I do not do free verse very well, methinks, so I went with rhyme and in ten syllable verses.
Thank you my friend Tim Smith, for the great inspiration.. your free verse poem and its creativity
and depth inspired this effort by me , written in a much different poetry form.
I hope this poem written this morn, may honor your poem well, as an inspired tribute to it.
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[Post 835]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-15-2017 10:27 AM
As We Grow Old And We So Slowly Fade
As we grow old and we so slowly fade
we should ponder, how we are wondrous made.
Our brains are far more complex than we know
we are given hearts and not just for show.
Nature too, conspires to bring us along
with bees and birds gifting honey and song.
Consider blessings of Nature's flowers
or its snow laden high mountain towers.
Rejoice in treasures of vast blue skies
sweetness in our dear mothers apple pies.
Such rare gift as our yellow moon's soft rays
soothing memories of our happy days.
As we grow old and we so slowly fade
we should ponder, how we are wondrous made.
Our brains, are far more complex than we know
we are given hearts and not just for show.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2017
Rhyme
NOTE: Having now dared to live past 60, I find time to contemplate life, its mysterious, relationship to Nature and vagaries of Fate..
Especially Fate--that seems oft to be dark and vindictive in its renderings!
Why so oft does the very old get the greater gift of understanding that is so necessary when one is young?
Certainly so necessary if one is to avoid the many pitfalls of youth.
Conclusion is-- those pitfalls are not meant to be avoided.
As they serve to make the man/woman, be it for better or worse......
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 126
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A RARE FREE VERSE POEM ..-TYR
Well, What Of It
What of it?
That I, in my time, break open logs and eat that ripe rich decay
Relish ancient stored remains as if bacon and eggs. As if hot coffee on a bitter cold morn.
As if, manna from Heaven fell at my old, tired feet.
Yes, you have me dead to right and haughty too! A stubborn soldier seeking, looking and cherishing times past. Holding ancient dreams!
Times that are not changing if I can help it. Should I cry, shout, stomp feet or just cringe at some of this new age folly?
Perhaps seek ways to make a quick exit and give over to the rotting mass?
Sell my heart and soul for a slice of bread and a devious pat on the head?
Nay, nay I say.. Such befits no man-- no man!
Such is the embracing of shallow dreams, fools gold and legs that can not walk!
Walk, walk says I.
Walk and be bold to speak. Speak to live on and be heard.
What of it?
I had my say, my anger poured out and I felt all the more human for daring so.
Feeling human, feeling alive and feeling that this world has less power over me that before.
And, and, and -Yes , what of it?
Robert J. Lindley,6-12-2017
(Free verse with a smile, still cherishing mom's apple pie)
(Waking to ancestral cries..)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 836]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-16-2017 09:40 PM
Walking, Soft Dirt Road On This Moonlit Night
Walking, soft dirt road on this moonlit night
welcoming shadows flying forth to meet
This cool breeze flowing, all seems just so right
fireflies dancing about make it so sweet
Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace
Midnight sun, beams yellow streams on this soul
with light bounced in soft colored hues
Left behind, worries of wealth, lofty goals
treading barefoot free of cumbersome shoes
Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace
Majestic oak, turn back spot up ahead
oft sad to not further explore new lanes
Sleep bellows out, so soon time for soft bed
seek shelter from the coming heavy rains
Wrapped in love's deepest romantic embrace
earth and life gifts joys of blessings and grace
R.J. Lindley
Sept 9th, 1974
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[Post 837]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2017 09:19 AM
Thy Silent Thoughts
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.
R. J. Lindley,
November 9th, 1973
Form-Romanticism
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[Post 838]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2017 08:33 PM
Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats
Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.
And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975
Note- Now posting this poem at PoetrySoup.com.. --4-21-2017
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[Post 839]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 04-21-2017 08:48 PM
Note- Now posting this poem at PoetrySoup.com.. --4-21-2017
Wow, I did a search on your name on poetrysoup, looks like you've been published a great many times there! Congrats!
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[Post 840]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-26-2017 10:24 AM
Memories Of The Shadowy Ford
I will seek the silent ways.
Unknown in sunnier days,
I will linger with the flowers
Not greeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things,-
The brook that sings
Its murmuring song
The woodland shade along,
Th moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning sun
Vanish in beauty and are one
With pure and unutterable love
And those dear soft spirits that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusted men.
I would forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.
I will arise
And leave you, and so find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your swift -run days;
My ways
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours.
R.J. Lindley
1977
Form- Classicism
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[Post 841]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-29-2017 08:46 AM
In Their Veils Of Soft Morning Blue
Once more they cometh
In their veils of soft morning blue
Singeth dear, and are gone.
Happy are they who see the glint
Of their swift and silvery feet.
Whence came those winsome
Danaides of my dream
With sweet laughter laden,-
In a bright land a cheerful band
Dancing by a mossy stream?
R.J. Lindley
Form- Classicism
1977
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[Post 842]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-06-2017 07:28 AM
When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone
(Loss Of Hope)
Today my sad spirit rides long dark rails
as massive storms lash and churn great blue seas
Lost in deepest of blues, Hope's sweet hand fails
as I crash on broken and jagged trees.
Far beneath a once great and mighty perch
as Achille's fate approaches my life
I recall divine words from father's church
"seek thee, love in our dear Lord, during strife"!
I crawl in forests dark, wickedly deep
smell of evil, death and destruction burns
I cry for safety and warm place to sleep
relief from broken heart's many returns.
Where hides Light's most beautiful saving rays
Dusk comes, no help for man that falls and prays!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
Part one of- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Heaven Sending Clear Signs Of Hope's Return
(Sweet Hope Returns)
Solitary ray of light breaks grey dawns pain
flowing smoothly with emerging cool breeze
Am I dreaming or truly going insane
Is this apparition just another tease?
Confidence grows as majestic sun breaks through
heaven sending clear signs of Hope's return
That precious moment dear, I thought only of you
and just how once fiercely our great love did burn!
Songbirds soon began chirping softest tunes
life danced gaily through broad swaying trees
Then I pictured you dancing under glowing moons
blessed answer to sincere, desperate pleas
Time flew, I saw Hope had freed my aching heart
Night came, you came, ending our sad months apart!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2017
Sonnet( 11,10,12,11)
Syllables Per Line: 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 106
Part two of -- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,
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[Post 843]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-08-2017 09:51 AM
How Can Deep Folly, Abject Blindness Banish Hope
(How Easily We Are Deceived, Hope Lost)
I recall darkness, creeping edges of power
ease of entry in that first forlorn hour.
No worries, as it entered with its soothing host
aye, but with one true goal, my soul to roast.
Thinking back, my guard I had foolishly let down
enters blackest stain, upon discarded gown.
This heart had abandon once intelligent mind
all in the name of glory, love to find!
So clear now, that wondrous Light I gladly blew out
with glee and joy this lost soul gave a shout.
How can deep folly, abject blindness banish Hope?
I willingly, was hung by my own rope.
Aye, deceptive powers seek out Hope to destroy.
Torture man and play with him as with a new toy.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2017
Sonnet(12,10,12,10)
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Part Three of - Hope and its greatest Treasures..
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[Post 844]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-09-2017 09:37 AM
Shall I Bring On Silver Plate, Red-Rose Resting Sweet
Shall I bring on silver plate, red-rose resting sweet
or a longing and sincere deep kiss next we meet?
Can we walk alone in meadows pretty and fair,
holding welcomed hands and cool winds blowing your hair?
Should we dare in offering up hearts clear and true
or wait until new morning brings sweetest love's dew?
Can we not, obey romance and destiny's gifts
or love's bright music, that dances soft and uplifts?
How can romantic hearts not join in deepest bliss?
Why not in our lives, we live to forever kiss?
Will we grow old together and hold firm our love?
Can we reject Fate, bright stars shining from above?
Will you return my vow of Love and greatest Hope?
Embrace passion's truth, agreeing now to elope?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2017
Sonnet(12,12,12,12)
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[Post 845]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2017 07:14 PM
Dreamers Seek Such Beauty As This
Truest love, great dreamer's finest dream
raindrops splattering down,
hope and truth wading in cool streams
gold luster, passion's crown.
Soft whistling wind on winter night
snow, Nature's sprinkled gown,
white beauty, such a splendid sight
bobsleds are racing down.
Sweet and dear this holiday scene
life, people living well,
snow color precedes Spring's bright green
Nature's soft chiming bell.
Dreamers seek such beauty as this
paddles in waters deep,
gliding in clouds of purest bliss
kisses in slumbered sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-1998
(A Dreamer's Passionate Dream)
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[Post 846]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2017 04:40 PM
Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.
Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.
Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Nicola Byrne
Completed, 5-22-2017
(Romanticism)
Note- Has been a great honor to compose with my friend Nicola Byrne
and have as a result this poem. I could not have asked for better verses to
join with mine and harvest a poem we are both very proud of.
Her wondrous verses, as always, are beauty that sings and inspires..
Hope you may enjoy reading this harvest my friends.
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[Post 847]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-03-2017 09:20 AM
Red Rose Longings Blown In Cool Morning Breeze
With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
Sun had deeply embraced bright blue skies
Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!
There I sat on our long wooden front porch
Fighting to re-light memory's great torch.
For what else could add to this wondrous scene
I in silence, had loved her since a teen!
Alas! Sorrow, since such was not returned
Yet this aching heart still so hotly burned.
Nothing left but thoughts of all I would miss
Her gentle touch, her delicious kiss!
Sat in a trance thinking only of her
Time tries to make such memories a blur!
I fight so hard to keep lost love alive
For this my weeping soul will always strive!
With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
Sun had embraced deeply bright blue skies
Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2017
Rhyme- (Ancient Longing Thoughts)
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I rose early this morn determined to write each and every morn. To return to my former self and walk another brighter path..
I managed to write this from a memory I once held so dear. When I, as a young teen, failed to speak to her because of my great fear!
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When Scorched Earth Feels Warm To Thy Naked Feet
Tread dark paths, there no green pastures await
Woe to thee! For death and sorrow will come
Return to Light, tempt not thy future Fate
If not, agony cries, "come get thee some"!
When scorched earth feels warm to thy naked feet
Thou art lost! Race away from darkness then
For its hiding beast cries for feasts to eat
With epic hatred for souls of all men!
Savor these words, embrace Light lest night falls
Cleanse thine heart! Time is fast flowing away
Hope and Faith rest sound in all pleading calls
For mercy comes, to all that kneel to pray!
When on thy dark path ray of Light doth shine
follow its glow, saving grace will be thine!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2017
Sonnet- "Where Light shines darkness flees"..
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[Post 848]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-11-2017 11:51 AM
Written many, many centuries ago it now seems..
Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze!-Tyr
Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights
Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights.
Seeking love and joy greater than a golden fleece
rapture, tender arms of my lover winter nights.
R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
June 24th, 1972
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[Post 849]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-13-2017 11:53 AM
After my reading several poems on the magnificent beauty and Nature scenes Autumn gifts, to find one to present here in my Poem of the Day thread, I decided to write one myself this very day.
This took much longer than I had anticipated and may need future edits but I will present it as is for now.
I hope you may enjoy..--Tyr
Spirits Leap To Touch Autumn's Splendor
When small fires and hot soups are needed,
We think to leave behind great summer greens
Looking back at crops long ago weeded
Recalling future promise of our teens,
Good-byes, waved to grains heavy and golden;
We give hellos to coming Autumn's hues
Memories stored from ancient years olden,
Admiration for past skies deep blues.
When keen hearts see beautiful leaves shedding;
Thoughts of winter's cold about to arrive
With wise caution, we add extra bedding,
For comfort and warmth needed to survive,
And vivacious colors found alluring,
We gladly view this bright colorful season,
As if beauty we be briefly touring
And love of life now has deeper reason.
In midst splashing colors and gems falling
Our souls may celebrate pages soon turning,
In sad hearts vacate places recalling,
With desires strong, deep and fiercely burning;
We see such bright color and falling gems
Spirits leap to touch Autumn's splendor
With tender voice, we sing cheerful new hymns
Thanking God with words soft, true and tender;
Within scenes and times now quite rewarding,
Paintings of joy and dear hope abounding,
We light morning fires with hopes regarding,
Daily lives giving clear shouts resounding,
Happiness in small pleasures growing
Foods prepared delicious for the season
Resting calm in so faithfully knowing
We may note Autumn's gifts for good reason.
Robert J. Lindley, 8- 11 -2017
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 850]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-04-2017 10:56 AM
Alas! Truth Points To Man's Deep Hate
This dangerous world's love for war
with its evil and far flung stones
has done far too much to atone.
Fear now rules, man has gone too far!
Peace and paradise now mere dreams
with airy soiled beds there unkept
lives herded into dying streams.
Some seeing, with sad tears have wept!
Who shall arise to this world save
for such looming and massive clouds
predict too many early graves.
Earth filled with radiation shrouds!
Alas! Truth points to man's deep hate
future days wrapped in hell's hot breath
we repent, else find that dark fate
Will our legacy be such death!
This dangerous world's love for war
with its evil and far flung stones
has done far too much to atone.
Fear now rules, man has gone too far!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2017
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[Post 851]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-25-2017 11:00 PM
Tip Your Hat, Give Pretty Gals Wink And Nod
Summon up courage to yet again plod
When worldly sorrow has cut in bone deep
Tip your hat, give pretty gals wink and nod
Fear not dawn's coming when you dare to sleep
Hold your course, tho' thunder bellows and roars
Walk with brave heart and a mighty big stick
Look forward to fortune's wide open doors
And step carefully, this world is full of tricks
Eat your meals with gratitude and kind heart
For blessings arrive when goodness prevails
Settle for dear peace and its calm course chart
Seek honor, see the darkness it repels
With truth and courage as your steady shields
Find life's bounty and dearest joy it yields
Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017
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[Post 852]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-27-2017 12:10 PM
Found this old poem today, in the back of an old notebook I was about to toss in the garbage and I have now done a massive edit on it.
It had no date on it and I have no idea how long ago I wrote it. From the original before editing today, I think maybe I wrote it about 25/30 years ago.
Editing today, I changed it a great deal, imparting a bit of wisdom gained since my wild youth.-Tyr
Finally Found Was, Wisdom Says No Man Is Invincible
In youth he walked through this world with its depravity
felt invincible, able to defy its gravity;
a Hercules, in body, bold spirit and restless mind,
safe in assurance that he was truly one of a kind.
Constantly fighting, against world's malevolent decrees
knowing in his heart no warrior could bring him to his knees;
yet future defeat waited its time to fell his boldness,
massive blows struck, cursing with its evil and dark coldness.
Lo! Great sadness arrived fateful day he became aware
Time and Fate were his enemies never do they play fair;
awareness came, humility and then desperation
for nothing, nothing defeats truth's greatest revelation.
In old age with vigor, strength and mass power on the wane
finally, his sad heart found what had always been so plain;
walking in his arrogance and boldest of false found pride,
always enters Fated path where lies find no place to hide.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-27-2017
(Original date when first written unknown)
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[Post 853]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2017 09:00 AM
A Dream Within A Dream
Behold!
Fix thine eyes upon Earth's great treasures.
Morning calls of birds looking for a mate-
Winds blowing over mountains, across plains to blue seas
Jungles sweltering in heat and dangers
Wilderness teeming with ancient dreams of ghosts of time....
The heavens gazing down at all.
Dawns,
Waking shadows soon to be burnt by the sun;
And just beyond that lucid moment,
This world cries to be explored and walked about
Mysteries, eternal in their depth, colors and glories -
shimmering visions born of cosmic dust and time,
Can you hear that first call of youth?
Echoes returning from never ending void
And Nature proclaiming-- man thou art mine!
THOU ART MINE TOO!
Seas,
Churning , foaming and spitting forth life
Gardens in forests born of primeval gods-
Stones singing hymns in their silence,
Meadows spreading across broad plains into realms anew
Can you see, Nature and its magnificence?
Herds, by the thousands, rampaging into future time
Forests sheltering billions of birds insects and bright trees
Rains plunging down to soak virgin soils,
And eternal cycles renewed within Nature's overarching plan.
Nights,
Ghosts of time, returning to laugh, dance and watch!
Harbors welcoming incoming ships and cargo
Cities crying to be filled with bustling throngs!
Homes with welcoming fires fighting Winter's wrath
Snows that paint earth, land and sky....
Rivers and streams on winding never ending quests
Lakes glimmering under moon and star lights
Creatures moving about water and back to solid land
And mankind-- deep beneath earth, scavenging for more treasure!
And mankind, planted beneath earth in decay.....
R.J. Lindley,
March 22nd, 1977
Prose- , Subject- Our times, our crimes and our never-ending lusts...
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[Post 854]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-14-2017 11:12 PM
The Dead Man
Through life, fleet footed and savagely silent
with little mercy, most often he was violent
In unguarded moments compassion won out
bursting forth, like water from a spout
Those yester-years are now lost in faded dreams
so like late afternoon's fading final beams
Mere wisps of shine, vanquished before dark of night
oft sad, unlike deep glory of dawn's first light.
Youth found he, riding alone on a blind horse
with no worries, letting Fate chose the course
In that folly, he still found nuggets of gold
or were they false memories of he now too old
Still in his long life, he had family that truly cared
broken hearts he had once or twice repaired
Yet Time judged harshly and rushed him to his sad end
left behind, his great wealth he could never spend.
So few, so very few were saddened by his demise
recalling how he was selfish and not very wise
For in his vanity he thought to forever live on
and one day like a puff of smoke he was gone
A few noted his greed had his happiness cost
for without compassion and love, joy is forever lost
Now these sad words written on his tombstone
if, if only others mercy he had just shown.
Through life, fleet footed and savagely silent
with little mercy, most often he was violent
In unguarded moments compassion won out
bursting forth, like water from a spout
Those yester-years are now lost in faded dreams
so like late afternoon's fading final beams
Mere wisps of shine, vanquished before dark of night
oft sad, unlike deep glory of dawn's first light.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2017
(Waking in a dark cavern, vanishing flashes of light from above.
Low echoes, pushing -down, down and down.
Cries unheard as darkness engulfs a pitiful and lost soul )
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[Post 855]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2017 10:20 PM
I needed a break from all the recent insanity in this world, so I sat down to write.. First poem came out dark as hell and I may post it here someday--but not now.
I went to the kitchen got me an ice-cold Dr Pepper and sat there thinking about my life and my many past relationships with women--especially in my young ,ignorant and wild days of youth.
Which brought me mentally to this one beautiful angel that I lost due to me being me!
At that moment the first verse came to me like a thunderbolt from out of the blue. After that the rest just flowed, even the repetition , which I decided to leave in as is and not edit out a verse or even a single word of this piece.
Dedicated to her memory, a beautiful lady that truly deserved far better than me...
She moved away, I lost all contact and knowledge of her, after that and I hope she found that better man and lived in true happiness....-Tyr
Oft I Wonder Can This Fairy-Tale Truly Be True
In my heart of hearts your red rose yet bleeds
longings in delicate touch, with urgent needs
How can I refuse your dance in our night dreams
goddess of such grace and beauty supreme
Your soothing voice waking moon's brighter glow
ignites desire's fires, lets our passions flow
My enchantress, my angel of sweet release
deliverer of love's gold and heartfelt peace
Giver of hope, along with dawn's majestic rays
bringing in paradise wherein our love plays.
With haste I beg for each night's early fall
as you descend into our palace waiting halls
Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
In my heart of hearts your red rose yet bleeds
longings in delicate touch, with urgent needs
How can I refuse your dance in our night dreams
goddess of such grace and beauty supreme?
My angel, tell me why you first went away
broke my heart turned this old world darker grey
Oft I wonder can this fairy-tale truly be true
am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
Am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
Am I alive, living and loving each night with you?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-17-2017
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[Post 856]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-24-2017 09:15 AM
Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul
1.
In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his damaged mind repaired
Deep traps from which his heart had been ensnared.
In sunshine he felt life's returning glows
Erase night pains and darkest of its blows.
As sun waned and shadows of dark arrived
He felt again, joy vanquished, love deprived.
2.
What of this devilish, persistent foe
With such powers, its broken claws regrow.
Hope alone, can evil be defeated
Or must Fate decree, his life be cheated.
In sun's bright shining hours his heart grew bold
Oft from tales of warriors of old.
On such bright days his thoughts returned to her
Destroyed dark powers that made life a blur.
3.
Where deepest love passions reign, hope survives
For in man's inner soul, true love revives.
Times and cherished moments serve to remind
With love's great truth, one can never go blind.
Standing firm with knowledge of man's powers
One can face even darkest of dark-hours.
Faith, love and hope are the right paths to take
All the rest are results of blind mistakes.
4.
Armed with newfound wisdom and clearer path
He had weapons to overcome Fate's wrath.
Every night before falling fast asleep
Head bowed, he recited prayers true and deep.
As new dawn's brighter lights came, his heart knew
Torments were over, as joys in life grew.
Found true, cursed Fate can be defeated
If one but lives, each day truth is greeted.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-24-2017
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I WROTE THE TITLE AND FIRST EIGHT VERSES OF THIS POEM LATE LAST NIGHT, GOT TIRED AND DECIDED TO GO TO BED, FINISH IT THIS MORN.
I ROSE EARLY, GOT OUR SON DRESSED, FED AND OFF TO SCHOOL.
Logged in, posted in several threads in Creative writing forum but had forgot about the poem title and my desire to finish the new poem.
Then my darling wife asked me--why were you reciting poetry in your sleep?
I in shock, ask her was it good, new or could you tell? She replied it was good but you kept saying, ""broken soul"" often !!
Only then did I remember and even started to remember some of the verses from my dream....
I immediately raced to my computer again and did not stop until this poem was completed..
I hope it worthy and that you may not only enjoy but also find something of benefit in your daily lives..
As truth is, we all at one time of another face great adversity in this dark and too oft unmerciful world. -Tyr
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[Post 857]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-02-2017 05:51 AM
Dear Mother, All This You Did And Far More
(Tribute To Loving Mothers)
Answer true, would you, sacrifice it all
volunteer to stand , back against the wall;
fight this world with all its dark, evil traps
go hungry, even eat mere table scraps;
face off against, hungry beasts in the wild
to love, hold and safely care for your child?
Would you, walk barefoot upon frozen ground
suffer cuts and bruises making no sound;
if need be, sacrifice your peace of mind
for your children always be good and kind;
with loving joy work hard both day and night
while teaching them how to live and do right?
Dear mother, all this you did and far more
pray we, hear this from heaven's distant shore;
watch as we continue on with your cause
seeking not any guilt precluding clause;
live life in this realm, happy, bold and free
know true love, all because of love in thee!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2017
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[Post 858]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2017 05:37 PM
That Vow, To Yet Again Walk Forested Trails
In forest deep, wondrous gems lay hidden
yet lay he there, in great pain bedridden.
Through his window he could see forest edge
hopes he had, soon became a solemn pledge.
Some day, some sweet day he would again walk
visit that forested world, with Nature talk.
Stroll among gnarled trees, roots firmly planted
vow he made, to never be recanted.
Each day he would wiggle that his big toe
sure little by little feeling would grow.
One year and he achieved use of both feet
proud of all that work done under bed-sheet.
Six months more, he could feel up to his knee
he watched that forest cheer its helpful plea.
Winter came and he could sit up in bed
sadness gone, cobwebs were cleared from his head.
Spring flew in and to kitchen he could stroll
man was he happy, he was on a roll.
June saw his first joyful step on outside
his heart filling with rapture and deep pride.
By Summer's end, he threw away his cane
with determined voice swore that oath again.
As gold leaves fell, date was set for his trek
he vowed to never look back at his wreck.
This time of year his car had struck a tree
bed confined, he thought to never be free.
That dawn came, into the forest he ran
God gave blessed hope and his Nature plan.
Walking in deep, gems everywhere he saw
all about critter tracks with little paws.
Overhead, songbirds fluttered all about
sweet bird-songs came like water from a spout.
Now in tune with life, forest vow complete
he walked home, on those new dancing feet!
R.J. Lindley
November 25th, 1979
Note. This poem was written about the car wreck and later the amazing recovery
my friend had, and the vow he made, after looking out that window and thinking of me out in the woods hunting as I once did so often.
He being a Nature lover same as I and so very at home in the woods.
We once hunted together and had great times, but life sent us down separate and far distant paths.
Now I hear from friends that he is in a bad way and has not much more time left on this earth.
Today, I searched old boxes in storage, until I found this old poem to present.
Hope you may enjoy...
Edited today only to make a uniform syllable count....
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[Post 859]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-10-2017 06:12 AM
When One Finds Shield And Sword Are Both Broken
Back when Life and Time were rarely considered,
youth, headstrong and reckless had its way.
Wise words were garbage that merely hindered
great adventures and joys of the day.
Now father Time, comes to say- pay heed,
wasted years are bought at very high cost!
Your joy were choices made by human greed
destinations reached, proved you were lost!
But defensive mind, rallies thoughts to rebel
gathered from earth, sky, sea and storm.
This lame and futile curse- You go to Hell!
as if feeble echoes can cause Time any harm!
When one finds shield and sword are both broken,
defiant words are weakness- ignorantly spoken!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2017
Sonnet, ( When Time Laughs At Our Feeble Echoes)
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Note-- After having recently and lazily presented so many old poems from my youth I decided to write one this morn..
Hope you find it worthy, entertaining and maybe something to ponder.-Tyr
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[Post 860]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2017 09:14 AM
Dark Day, Childhood Castle Was Felled
Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.
Where rests now, its flying hordes,
winged weary and storm attacked?
Hammer and nails will pierce its boards
another forest gem ransacked!
Horror struck, sight of destruction
young lad, heart was thus impaled;
needed wisdom, life's instruction
on why sincere prayer had failed!
Mighty oak, child's treasured friend
taken, slain as if not alive,
yes, said - all things come to this end
greed is gold, for its luster strive.
When death invades, innocence lost
will such deep scars ever heal?
Can gold thus gained, justify cost
when a child finds heart break real?
R.J. Lindley,
May 25th, 1977
Note- (Poem was inspired by the (1968) cutting down of our childhood castle, swing and climbing kingdom of childhood fantasy). My younger brothers and sisters cried..
Forest behind our home was being timbered out for its dollar value in its old,mighty and majestic oak trees.
Although land was owned by others, children see such gems when so loved as their own..
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[Post 861]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-17-2017 05:23 AM
Old Man Stop, Let Your Mind Return To See
Old man, what kind of poet will you be
write of tall tales, pirates on high seas?
Perhaps adventures in mystical realms,
with love stories, romance that overwhelms?
Old man, why does your pen have no more words
your blue skies lack color and songbirds?
Has life and love now let your sad soul down?
Your big smile and great joy both wear a frown?
Old man stop, let your mind return to see
flower's beauty, ripe fruit from Nature's trees.
Drink again, waters from love and life's wells
taste deserts, enjoy aromatic smells.
Old man, think harder, look again at me.
I, your heart lust for life, long to be free!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2017
SONNET, subject ( Reminder to Self.)
Syllables: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112
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[Post 862]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-19-2017 08:55 PM
Tribute To Those That Have Made Such Sacrifices
What red-hot fire could you kindle in beating chest
that would set you above and beyond all the rest?
Would it suffice, to birth glowing embers that burn
away weakness and vices your soul should spurn?
Or embrace love and hope as guardian of your will
to forever your human darkness and frailties kill?
Would your willing hands seek out the weak to aid
sacrifice your wealth and time to never get paid?
Could you walk weary miles on bleeding feet
endure miserable times with very little to eat?
Yet maintain a kind heart and cheerful air
to relieve those sick with deep despair?
Or snatch heavy burdens with eager hands
help them raise their crops on desert lands?
Would your willing hands seek out the weak to aid
sacrifice your wealth and time to never get paid?
What red-hot fire could you kindle in beating chest
that would set you above and beyond all the rest?
Would it suffice, to birth glowing embers that burn
away weakness and vices your soul should spurn?
Or embrace love and hope as guardian of your will
to forever your human darkness and frailties kill?
R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd, 1975
(A Tribute To Those That Have Made Such Sacrifices)
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[Post 863]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2017 10:40 AM
I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man.
One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.
For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
own father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..-Tyr
Just An Old Man
Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!
An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!
An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!
An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!
An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!
Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!
An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)
NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man.
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 212
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[Post 864]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-27-2017 11:36 PM
Magic, When Such Leaves Without A Trace
That fall, my friend's older brother died,
sun rose all shining that day and sky
looked down as he feel to ground and cried
he had no chance to say a good-bye
from graveyard day until that new Spring
he uttered not another word
he saw not life nor love in a damn thing
and hated singing from the songbirds,
that summer, something broke, alive he came
walk as if he had found new life
he entered again into this world's game
love came, he soon found his wife,
what of sorrow and its long hard embrace
the chills and pains that crack hearts
magic, when such leaves without a trace
and winds of life and love restarts.
Robert J. Lindley, 1976
Subject--Death and Life, mysteries and dance...
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[Post 865]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-30-2017 09:13 AM
With Bond Both Will Keep
Ahead of river's wide bends
In forests wide and deep
Mortal child seeks and Nature befriends
With bond both will keep.
Upon trails, into woods fair
Child wanders into sweet delight
Blissful smiles and great care
Loving all gems in sight.
Through ravines teen did tread
Into streams splashed and swam
Nature's wonders filled his head
Cried he, "In love I am".
June morn, grown man he stood
In welcoming woods he went
Walked softly as he should
There Nature's love was sent.
Ahead of river's wide bends
In forests wide and deep
Mortal child seeks and Nature befriends
With bond both will keep.
R.J. Lindley
April 3rd, 1971
OLD NOTE, (1971)-- Hunting and fishing are my passion. Nature provides, I partake..
Note-- From my earliest childhood memories, Nature spoke to me.
I wandered through its forested treasures and gave a child's sincere thanks.
I swam its rivers and rested on its banks.
As I grew, I kept that wooded bond. Learned all that I could.
My heart and soul each year grew more fond.
Then as a wild adult, I temporarily lost sight.
Wandered this dark world- blinded in its savage might!
Later when Nature finally sent me new light.
This world's dark embrace I broke with an epic fight.
I remember not the when nor the how
but return I did to that child's sincere vow.....
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[Post 866]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-09-2017 07:56 PM
In Dreams, Pearly Jewels Around Her Throat
She returns in dreams, pearly jewels around her throat
summer's heat or winter's cold- always dressed to slay
diamonds fall as she sings in her soft and gentle way
I hear, saddest echoes of love-poems, that I ever wrote!
What of that paradise that only in a dream is now known
wet touch of willing lips and I want you in her eyes
radiance of red roses, kisses under moonlit skies
O' such wondrous fruits, her time away has grown!
Always she brings sweet aura's from her hidden home
renewed virginal images, promises we once truly held
before that dark night, one that our love, tragically felled
and into that realm, her dear soul now has to roam!
She returns in dreams, pearly jewels around her throat
summer's heat or winter's cold- always dressed to slay
diamonds fall as she sings in her soft and gentle way
I hear, saddest echoes of love-poems, that I ever wrote!
Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1992
Rhyme
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[Post 867]
Author : High_Plains_Drifter
Date : 10-09-2017 09:48 PM
As time goes by, I see it as the past
but my mind says, take it as it comes
My body, however, says it belongs in a cast
I think I'll go forward and try to stay plumb
They say time waits for no one
I'm sure that means me
But to dwell on the hearwithall
Can surely drag to knee
Myself I'll drudge onward
Eyes to the sky
For the thoughts of the dredges
Surely will not get me the prize
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[Post 868]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-10-2017 06:13 AM
As time goes by, I see it as the past
but my mind says, take it as it comes
My body, however, says it belongs in a cast
I think I'll go forward and try to stay plumb
They say time waits for no one
I'm sure that means me
But to dwell on the hearwithall
Can surely drag to knee
Myself I'll drudge onward
Eyes to the sky
For the thoughts of the dredges
Surely will not get me the prize
Very nice. Can you give me the title and author of the piece my friend?
If it is yours, then I say bravo! -Tyr
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[Post 869]
Author : High_Plains_Drifter
Date : 10-10-2017 10:21 AM
Very nice. Can you give me the title and author of the piece my friend?
If it is yours, then I say bravo! -Tyr
Title: ... don't know
Author: ... me
;)
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[Post 870]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-16-2017 12:43 PM
Stacking Regrets Like Dark, Red-stained Floor Tiles
Daily cannibalism of heart's desires,
cannon fire, emotions sear and sting;
in canisters of love that never tires,
unending fires such forever brings!
With bluebird dreams, thy hand once soothed my pain,
with night's passions thy soft touch bestows;
thy memory, sweetest hope doth remain
like rolling reruns of great romance shows!
Before thee came, I had only deep lusts
in callousness, this new heart now reviles;
darkness blown in malevolent wind gusts
stacking regrets like dark, red-stained floor tiles!
Gone! Mystery and loss left in thy wake
In haste, our time and love thee did forsake!
Robert Lindley,
October 16th, 2017
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 871]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-30-2017 09:15 AM
Below is the finished collaboration I did with Brenda, which she posted 5 days ago on our poetry site.
From its number of reads and comments, it has been very well received and praised on her home page there.
I just posted it on my home page this morn.--Tyr
Poet's Notes
Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/30/2017
Note- Has been a joy and an honor to compose with you my friend.
Although my health was not the best, I think this came out very well.
As your start and questioning verses were a magnificent beginning,
that gives rise to the very different way men and women deal with relationship/love and first encounters.
I humbly thank you for your writing with me my friend..
My Heart Beseeches An Answer, A Collaboration With Brenda Chiri
(Part One- She Asks)
I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!
Reaching beside me feeling only coolness of my sheet,
Alone now the rain outside hits the ground in rhythmic beat.
The fresh cool breeze whispers through my open window,
Catching billowing curtains into a back and forth show.
Caressing like cold dead fingers upon my naked skin,
Traveling back in time which I know I had let you in.
Our words danced in tango style, each one held a line
Glasses raised to our lips, we sipped succulent red wine.
I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers, you left before the dawn!
Soon after we laid together, right here on my bed,
Oh why didn't I stop us then, to turn you away instead?
Now I lay here thinking, as an ache overwhelms my chest,
Gave you what I swore no more, gave you my very best.
Wishing for an answer,on this cold, wet, cloudy day.
How much more my bleeding heart will have to pay?
For allowing this intrusion into my life again I did dare,
Yet I have no answer, of how much or even if you care.
I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!
(Part Two- He Answers)
How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!
My darling, fear not, my racing away has a most just cause
I woke that morn, your angelic beauty gave me pause.
For my life had for decades fallen into the deepest dark
Then my finding you and our first night together left its mark.
As I looked in the mirror and saw me lying next to you
My heart almost burst, knowing it was too good to be true.
There you were, naked and your alluring beauty sublime
I thought of my past, how if it hurt you, would be a crime!
How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!
That morn, I gave my sleeping beauty a sweet kiss
Trying to grab more of what I would soon so dearly miss.
For I could not bear to bring into your sweet life my pains
Or darkness of the dreams emerging from my past stains!
For you see, long ago, for another beauty I once shot a man
I was so crazy in love and thought that was a great plan.
Then our night, soft kisses restored, your gentle touch fired me up
I found my saving paradise, complete with its full golden cup!
How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!
Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/30/2017
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 872]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-19-2017 12:02 PM
Contemplating How We Both Have Walked This Long Road
Decay of mortal flesh, essence of earthly woes
As Time and Fate both deliver their greatest blows
Yet man, yet man can ignore both if so blessed
Relieved of his dark guilt if he has so confessed.
What fruit will not some day fall from its burdened tree
What heartache in life, can not find and touch thee
Can thy blinded spirit withstand, Fate's darkest hand
If thy loving house be built upon shifting sand?
When morn's new light fails to inspire thy mortal soul
Can thy decaying flesh withstand such heavy toll
As death beckons, will thee welcome its sad embrace
Or in greatest of fears, far away try to race?
Once lain under six feet of freshly shoveled ground
Thee can not plead nor utter pleading words profound!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2017
Dark Rhyme in Twelves..
Note--
What happened when my vanishing muse decides to return?
She castigated me and threatened to forever spurn
Such a poet that would write only in sweet and romantic words
A toothless wolf, chasing after sad vanishing herds
So the demand came, write this dark and sign thy name
Or forever I abandon you and this word game!
Contemplating how we both have walked this long road
I yielded, in moment of weakness, my soul sold!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 873]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-29-2017 10:54 AM
Death Came Too Soon And Left It's Heavy Chains
For seventeen years he held back the tears,
Those gushing streams that so begged release.
Deep in his sad soul where greatest of fears,
darkness forever more, giving no peace.
Between Heaven and Hell, time spent in pain,
In silence heard darkness, seen, its great force.
Imprisoned grief, what but anger remains,
what but more pain could bring saving remorse?
As midnight stars had all their beauty lost,
Their lights dimmed and cast pale shadows below.
When even moonlit dreams came at high cost,
He saw only blackness in the white snow!
Death came too soon and left it's heavy chains,
There was much more in its tormenting wake.
Crops sown had yielded only dark stains
Should he chose to love again, he would break!
Each year, thoughts came, when will this black trek end,
Could true light and hope ever be returned.
Tho' he was stricken thus, he still had friends
Not all his friends had he foolishly spurned.
Then one day, bright Light and loud Thunder spoke,
They came by way of words from a dear friend.
Saying, you are blind and this is no joke
Arise! Step out of that pit, this will end.
Your first step, will epic darkness destroy
Second step, lost heart will be repaired.
Third step, will bring back life and its deep joy
For fear and pain, had thy lost soul ensnared.
R. J. Lindley
AUGUST 12TH 1987
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[Post 874]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-05-2017 08:31 AM
This collaboration with my friend Brenda Chiri was selected as Poem Of The Day this morn at our poetry site....
I was very lucky to have such a talented writing partner, and truly enjoyed creating this piece with her.-Tyr
Darling, Let This Be Our Sweet Heaven On Earth
In collaboration with Brenda Chiri
You came to me, that beautiful night in June,
Band was playing wondrous, lovely new tune.
Yes my love, I saw you with love in your eyes
And your stars shown bright in Heavenly skies!
With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.
That moment, both earth and time seemed to stop
Room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
When you smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat,
I had surrendered, no cause to retreat!
With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.
Now blessed years have raced and thus away flown
In our sweet union, our pure love has grown.
Come to me, this night at our hidden place,
Let me kiss red lips and all your pretty face!
With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.
There I shall wait, heart pounding, rose in my hand
we will dance, love's sweet music, no earthly band.
Darling, let this be our sweet Heaven on earth,
promise you my all, all I am ever worth!
With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.
You ask me to me meet you on this warm June eve,
Band playing beautiful notes that, seemed to weave!
Your love is all I need, in life or require,
Thoughts of you seems, to set me on fire.
Stars seen,as if for the first time ever,
In the cosmos, our love is forever together
At the dance floor, the people seemed to part,
Reveals you darling, as a sculpture of fine art!
Chills run through me, as your smile I do see
Brilliance of it, my salvation set me free.
Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together
Towards you I stroll,as I flash you my grin,
You take my, hand we hear heaven's violin.
All those years together, still you I do adore,
Simple things in life, you entice to be more.
Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together
Life made worth living, in your arms so tight,
Your love takes my darkness, showing it light.
Our passion still burns brightly, giving birth
To our own piece, of sweet heaven, here on earth
Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
In the cosmos, our love is forever together
12-03-2017
Robert J. Lindley in Collaboration with my friend, Brenda Chiri
Note- Thank you my friend for the pleasure of writing and discussing with you poetry and life. Always a pleasure to compose with you and see your talent shine forth.. I have been so very blessed to have such extremely kind and talented collaboration partners since joining this site. Each and every one of them has shown such great talent, kindness and creativity.
I've learned from each and every one of them and am very thankful.
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[Post 875]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-09-2017 12:13 AM
The Old Man Wrote
The old man was sick yet vowed to fight on
for oft there was steel in his blood and more.
Words used, they oft showed aches in his bones
they revealed hellfire defiance in his core.
When dawn hit and his life saw little joy
he sought solace in past years and their gifts.
Hardships had served to make a man from a boy
and his father's principles, his life uplifts.
Now when times, say they are close to the end
he shrugs and says-- I know, yet shall fight on.
I am a mighty oak and thus refuse to bend
and you shall only hear my angry tone.
With all said, he smiled, laying pen aside
the good and bad, life had been a helluva ride!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2017
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ADDED TODAY, 12-14-2017
The Tired Old Man And His Sweet Christmas Dream
Christmas was great back then,
even a child knew that was true
old man paused remembering when
that barefoot kid got his new shoes.
They had good times on that farm
having each other and mom's love
work each day after clock's early alarm
thanked their blessings and God above.
Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.
Christmas and family had love,
tho' hard, love made up for sad aches
and mother being angel that she was
her now gone, greatest of heartbreaks.
Snow had blanketed the ground,
he danced in it in his new shoes
sister danced, her blue dress flew around
gone then were his old and sad blues.
Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.
O' how decades have flown by,
Christmas no longer shines bright
he thought, I am too old to cry
yet cry he did that very night.
Dawn stepped forth with a glow,
a white Christmas morn had came
waking to that glimmering show
nothing would ever be the same.
Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.
There in his bedroom, his family stood
each had a Christmas morn gift
he wondered, but how, how could
they be here to my soul uplift?
All had passed on, he alone had stayed
so how could this sweet vision be
had his sorrow this dream made
could this be his future he see?
Then a voice said, come with us Jim,
you have tarried here far too long
We are to take you on now, to him
leave that cold-bed, come right along.
Smiling happily he saw,
sister had got her secondhand dress
and baby brother his nickel toy
thy had more when they had less.
R.J. Lindley
December 28th, 1989
Note: Written the Christmas, one year and five days after my daughter's birth.
When we truly had more and we were truly blessed...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 876]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-22-2017 04:33 PM
The Night Rudolph And Santa's Sled Got Stuck
Twas' night before Christmas, Santa's sled was hard stuck
but Christmas was saved by farmer Ted's mule, Ole Buck.
Rudolph exhausted, his nose still shining bright red
reindeer pulling hard, could not free that heavy sled!
Bad blizzard had caught Santa and his famous team
Reindeer cried, fearing all was lost, so it would seem.
Rushing, Santa landed in a snowbank that night
his sled sinking deep, O' what a frightening sight!
Santa yelled, "Come on. We have to get this sled free
for all the world's children depend on you and me!"
An hour of pulling, and the reindeer felt great strain,
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!
Just then Rudolph broke down and let out a loud scream.
"Please, someone help us free dear Santa's Christmas team!"
Ole Buck heard the call through the blizzard's howling roar.
So to help, he kept braying at his master's door.
Farmer Ted bolted up! Ole Buck's screams he now heard.
Through fierce howling winds, he caught Rudolph's pleading words.
"Help, help! For the children and Christmas, set us free.
"All will be lost, no gifts will be under their tree!"
In a flash he reached the door. To the barn he raced
for to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Ole Buck was ready and willing, eager to go.
Out they ran in the blizzard, wading in deep snow!
Round the bend, far away, upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's sunken sleigh, O' what a great thrill!
Once there, they heard the reindeer give a joyous cheer,
"Hurrah! Help is here, and Christmas is saved this year!"
With Ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sled,
Buck and the reindeer pulled, while Rudolph's nose glowed red.
Santa cried, "Free us! Deliveries we must make!
Free us this snowy Christmas night, for goodness sake!"
With a few grunts and groans, and a mighty strong yank
Santa's sled was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted gave all some warm chocolate to drink.
Buck, the mule was a hero. Who would ever think?
Santa gave them his blessings, thanking one and all.
"Off, now we must fly to finish Christmas Eve's haul"!
With that said and a hearty "Ho Ho Ho," goodbye,
away they rose, into a stormy snowing sky!
Farmer Ted walked good Ole Buck back to his red barn.
Many don't believe this was just a Christmas yarn.
But only 'til they go there and this do they find...
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind!"
Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017
Christmas Tale, written in forty-four, 12 syllable verses
Note: I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!!
As I hope it is worthy enough to be read to and delight children and as well as the inner child still remaining in we adults too.
Some day, I may write the story of the hungry bear and my childhood berry picking tale,
with-" juicy berries everywhere"! that I told as a bedtime story to my beautiful daughter Kashaundra, two decades ago.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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[Post 877]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-12-2018 02:41 PM
Back When Shadow, Death And Fate Had Their Little Talk
And of what tragic and early grave do you dare to speak
I am young and strong certainly not so old and weak?
The Shadow but smiled and said," but you'll soon be dead
being mortal, by my master Death that you all so dread"!
I am but the long Shadow of Death and your demise
you are a mere mortal, quite foolish and so unwise!
Astounded I replied, "Be off, you can not thus scare me"
I am young and strong, just as brave as brave can be!
Who the hell gave you authority to plague me so
now be off and away your dark arrogant ass go?
Shadow came in closer, laughing and dancing all about
I tell you when to go and shall come to take you out!
Now with buckets of youthful anger and vigor to such match
I threw an old shoe and commanded- "Shadow-boy, you go catch"
That seething insult brought promised curses galore
Shadow's epic rage gladden my soul and I laughed even more.
Then HE came from a dark corner, said, I hear you laugh at me
Shadow be gone, let me tell this upstart how his end will be!
Death himself spoke, " You are young and a fool mistakenly brave
when I come for you, not a damn thing can your worthless life save."
I laughed and said, "Ah, but Fate has you wrapped and tied
that is unless Fate's supreme authority you have just denied."
Death stammered, "Now, now young lad, I made no such claim
your wise and clever game will not on me lay such blame"!
But Fate had been listening all this long and deary time
Spoke saying to Death, "Be gone for he lives now on my dime"
Death grimacing took a low bow and said, "I'll be off now"!
I joined Fate and said, "yes you be off" and I did so with a scowl".
As Death whirled around, leaving us in one mighty roaring swish
he shot back," Ï'll get you lad and serve you up on a golden dish"!
Fate spoke, " You are young and seek to play a foolish game
but know this, I have great power, and Death and I are not the same"
Even mighty Death bows low to me until your time falls around
and is I that holds power until you sleep deep six in the ground.
I bowed low and said, "You I will tempt so often and O' so well
no worries unless you bow to Death and send me on early to Hell!
Fate spoke angrily and said, " Young lad, do not so try to riddle me
for my power can quite easily break and imprison thee."
Now brave young lad, "Be off with you, as I've had my say
I shall embrace thee, do as I please, each and everyday"
I smiled and said, " Wisdom dictates- No man can deny his Fate"
If you are trying to scare me, reality makes even you too late!
Fate smiled and said, "You intrigue me and we both shall now see
who has the greater power, you or the known invincible me"
I laughed and said, "Ha, even you must bow to Father Time
against he that I have yet to ever commit a serious crime".
Fate bellowed, "Now I know why Death left in such a flurry
may Father Time end you young lad and do so in a damn hurry"!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2018
Narrative
Note-- Recently edited/revised from an original 1974 poem I wrote after narrowing escaping death involving having a crazed
and insanely upset guy point a rifle at me from ten feet away and threaten to shoot me...
And his eyes told me that he truly meant it, as I saw his finger slip inside to land on the trigger while saying so! -Tyr
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[Post 878]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-21-2018 12:08 PM
As I Remember You Mother, My Dearest Friend
(A Tribute To My Beloved Mother)
Watching shadows melting away,
Sun racing into a dark void
Do I now dare this to thus say
Death is why, darkness I now avoid;
As red-sun's, waning rays fall
Soul and sad heart both grieve
Tho' sweet dawn's glory I recall
I know dark, has evil up its sleeve
As I sit frozen in my great fear:
My world screams pains so deep
That sound assaults my inner ear
And again from sorrows, I weep.
Hours fly by, moon brights its sky
Some relief in my veins now flow
Your love's touch felt, the reason why
My wounded spirit this now knows;
Tomorrow's sun will shine bright
Blue seas will wave and loud splash:
Through pain and dread of night
Hope is greater than your loss I rehash,
I feel the rays before they fall
And great warmth before it arrives
Once I had your love and stood tall
As paradise was in both our lives;
Thus courage's true relief, sets again
Dark world's start holds less fear
As I remember you mother, my dearest friend.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-21-2018
Written and dedicated to my beloved mother, that passed away
January 2017. Darkest day of my life and greatest loss I have ever known.
1-21-2018
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 879]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2018 05:21 PM
In Moments As Bright As A Crimson Rose
The fading hours, as Hope prevails
Moments bright as a crimson rose
Ships deliver Hope with full sails
Into needed lives that it chose
No matter those hard, rocky shores
Where broken souls, lay in deep pain
No longer kept are those old scores
Washed away are wicked dark stains
Nights come and shadows do not prowl
Nor wicked dreams dare sleep deny
Gone are the beasts that roar and howl
Under a dark moon's weeping sky
As the past gives up its sorrows
Heart finds a new cause to rejoice
New Life and Love seeds tomorrow
With pure joy in each singing voice
Forever gone are bleeding eyes
cleansed by our new happier thoughts
Again sun lights up blue skies
This the blessed gift, Hope's lights brought
Once where utter darkness had reigned
Day and night both bring healing sights
All that was lost is now regained
Hope and Love shine forth brighter lights
It is not losses we must score
Nor pain and sorrows we endure
It is love of life and much more
In depths of souls that will be pure
Where new orchards we shall soon find
Growing crops that yield sweeter fruits
As we leave our past that so blinds
Sight of our spiritual roots
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 256
Total # Words: 210
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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Note- The Title just popped into my head this afternoon, I resisted but it just would not go away.
Finally , I sat down to write(under mental protest) and this pretty much flowed out like a gushing stream..-Tyr
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[Post 880]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-29-2018 06:08 PM
What If, I Really Had Found You
If I cursed you would you even care
What if I love you and your dark black hair
If I nursed you, when so sick and sad
Would you forgive me being very bad?
If I kissed you, if even on a dare
What if I missed you, and your dark black hair?
If I caught you, stone-blind and unaware
Would you think of me as crude and unfair
Should I embrace you, with love and my all
Can you love me and answer this sweet call
If I soon found you, with my life to share
What if I had missed you and your black hair?
If I waited your hand, would you wait too
If love fated found us, could all come true
If Cupid fired well that true loving dart
Would you join me, there is room in this heart
Can we ever both love and be a pair
What if I had missed you and your black hair?
Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2017
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 162
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[Post 881]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-02-2018 10:13 AM
Virgin Pure, Untouched By Evil In Men
Where sun has fallen down in land so fair
hides a lone tombstone hidden in woods deep.
Death had caught a beauty so very fair,
that all three - Sun, sky and wind sadly weep.
Shining, in bloom of youth and quite carefree
she of the forest glen had Nature's love.
Her tender heart she had given to me,
now her heart and sweet soul rests far above.
Weeping willows, pond where white flowers thrive
I see her wading its magical scenes.
Dear mercy! If only she were alive
instead of buried there, in her late teens!
In night dreams, I see her in forested glen.
Virgin pure, untouched by evil in men.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2018
Sonnet, (Death Of The Enchanting Forest Maiden)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 882]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-18-2018 01:35 PM
An Angel, Fairy or Nymph Now In Human Form Collaboration with Keith O J Hunt
An Angel, Fairy Or Nymph Now In Human Form
Her exhilarating breath so quickened my heart,
her poise, I stood transfixed in overwhelming awe.
Gasping for air, as one does when lovers depart
begging that, "dear lover please return to me call".
Her Hellenic face, Shelly would have stood agape
her voice, Eliot would have simply called divine.
From her warmth and sincere charms, exists no escape
an angel, no less than a Byron would opine!
Was she a fairy, of Faust and the Niblong's Ring
born of dew, Nature's anticipating harvest?
Creature in human form devoid its silver wings?
Angel coming to give, we lost stragglers a rest?
Had she escaped from sunset's magnificent views
a savior tasked to this dark, gloomy earth now heal
Angel or saint earthbound walking in human shoes
would time and fate, her great mysteries soon reveal?
Rejoice this moment; heaven's gate standing agape,
with all the angels in tow, and manna served hot;
Ripe as the wild earth wonders, swift as the eagle sage...
these monolith moments come to touch earthly lot;
And split upon the shores and rocks with honeyed dews....
the flowered Lovers tip-toeing a full moon night
And Artemis --- how she doth shine in fairy-wood hues
where in thy machinations it is for thee light;
For love and kindness does kiss my soul swift and soft
with her slender nymph stride to come and give me peace
And hope to kindle a secret fire held aloft
in her eyes, the stars doth twinkle love's endless sea
A great sacrifice, she has given heaven's wile;
and descend this dark world to give a greater warm
And in her lush pledges to me the heaven's smile;
(An angel, fairy or nymph in human form)
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1-18-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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Has always been an honor for me to write with my friend Keith. As he writes in the Classicism/Romanticism style so very well.
His last stanza is a true and golden gem and I could not have even asked for better than the magnificent one that he wrote!
In my estimation, he is truly a great poet!!
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[Post 883]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2018 08:20 AM
Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.
Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open
never deceived into being another blinded token.
Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.
R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 884]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-04-2018 08:12 AM
In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.
With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.
Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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Written this morn for a contest.. --Tyr
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[Post 885]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-06-2018 07:52 AM
Looking Back, I See That Was Hardest Blow
Cool waves flow across gentle waters blue
clouds and sky above, remind me of you.
In sweet dreams you memory haunts me still
once I loved you true and I always will.
In dreams, I see you in that soft blue dress
joy the nights, I recall your sweet caress.
I pray for your happiness in this life
my great mistake, not making you my wife.
That Fall, your family moved you away
was when my entire world turned ashen grey
Looking back, I see that was hardest blow
we not having, all we were meant to know.
Destiny oft is cruel and awful thing
with sad changes such misery can bring.
Your love-letters sent, each tear stain enhanced
we knew, we had each been truly romanced.
Cool waves flow across gentle waters blue
clouds and sky above, remind me of you.
In sweet dreams you memory haunts me still
once I loved you true and I always will.
Robert J. Lindley,
RHYME, ( Life's Hardest Blows)
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[Post 886]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-12-2018 07:03 AM
Beauty So Dearly Missed
small lake, calm waters
soft sunshine, glistening sheen
desk, chair, no window
Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2018
Haiku,(What We Miss In Our Concrete Towers)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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I decided to write a Haiku this morning and this memory popped into my head after reading ABOUT JIM AND NIGHTTRAIN'S ADVENTURES IN THE GREAT NORTHERN ICE WILDERNESS.
I am no fan of the cold , so sunshine popped into my head and this memory from back in 1979.
Some credit goes to Jim And NightTrain -- FOR THIS CREATION AS READING ABOUT THEIR RECENT GET TOGETHER CAUSED ME TO THINK OF A GET TOGETHER I HAD BACK IN 1979,ALMOST FORTY YEARS AGO.--TYR
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[Post 887]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-16-2018 09:50 AM
What The Farmer Truly Lives For
I
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.
II
From his feather bed and cozy farm home
he rises, work to do no time to roam.
As coffee percolates, plans each hour,
jumping into morn's steaming hot shower
thankful God gave him life and this power!
III
In begging fields he works to life uplift
with mind, muscle and brawn a blessed gift.
Ever mindful of duty, its high cost,
great sacrifices, harvests he lost
due to Nature's wrath and its killing frosts.
IV
As sun sets, he looks up at the blue skies
thanks his Lord for all, with tears in his eyes.
To home and hearth, those he truly lives for,
again giving thanks, asking for no more
he knows life is love,and Heaven keeps score!
V
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.
R.J. Lindley,
June 11th, 1978
Rhyme, Tribute to farmers and farm families -( A Farmer's Long Day)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 888]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-18-2018 07:38 AM
Poet's Notes
R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 232
Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.
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Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul
There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been sad and grim.
Truth, he would rather take a beating than tell lies
seeing others in hurt brought tears to his blue eyes.
In his gentle life he sought love and common sense
about his past he spoke with no storied pretense.
Upon waking and giving thanks for each new dawn
he sat on his porch, admiring green of his lawn.
Simple man just striving to have a simple soul
live life in peace, love his family was his goal.
Tho' life once led him down a very darkened path
he wore no hatred and displayed no burning wrath.
I felt his great strength, his kindness bore into me
I sprang from strong, blessed roots, his genetic tree.
Now he has journeyed on to his blessed reward
I have faced this world alone, its been very hard.
On blessed nights he appears to me in my dreams
oft telling me to walk besides cool mountain streams.
Then when things get too hot, step in cool aching feet
Find wisdom to not just foolishness dare repeat.
Have you guessed, this true friend, was my beloved dad
loved me with all his heart even when he was mad.
This my humble tribute, inked in poetic words
he taught life, love, beauty of dawn's sweet singing birds.
R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)
Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 889]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-22-2018 09:36 AM
How He Once Fought Under Light Of The Full Moon
Brightest full moon nights, he climbed the high ridge to shout
Darkness abated, enough light to see the path.
In waving glow, shouted curses to spit it out
Challenging demons waging his lost lover's wrath.
Had he not fled, into deepest and darkest woods
With broken sword, split shield and sad, torn heart as well.
Yet without fail, soon came shadows wearing black hoods
Bringing her dark poison arrows shot straight from hell.
O' that her heart had not itself been very black
Love could have overcame her other wicked deeds.
Those traps she set, deep pits along the hidden track
Memories of her slashing until his heart bleeds.
At a stalemate, in his battle with hooded foes
With his last ounce of courage, he bravely fought on.
As his gleaming light of defiance grows and grows
Nature hears and sees such his true character shown.
Then with last defensive punch Nature's help he sought
Rushing in to rescue him came the grey wolf pack.
With howls of victory, that Nature's friends had brought
He knelt and there prayed to get his life back on track.
R.J. Lindley,
Aug 27th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Dark Dreams and Torn Heart)
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 186
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[Post 890]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-30-2018 09:04 AM
Tired Heart, Old Soul, Sad Spirit And A Hopeful Light
Tired Heart said to rest, but muse cried," you must write on
forget your worries, fire up your angry tone".
Ah, but my soul cried, "listen not to the mad muse,
poetry is a gift one you must not misuse".
Old Soul was awakened by this rip-roaring den
bellowed out," remember I am thy only friend".
Hold on cried intellect, "do not this brain abuse
for I control his words and tis I that will choose".
Sad Spirit then spoke words that gave revelation,
"remind thy muse poetry is thy salvation.
And tell biased Old Soul, Tired Heart has many friends
that follow in thy journey around hidden bends".
Then Tired heart spoke again said, '' to me be thee true,
for our joining that holds together all of you.
Go rest under shade tree and dreaming thy best dreams
for Heart has your back and Hopeful Light fills thy beams".
Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2018
Rhyme, (A Look Within)
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 150
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[Post 891]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-26-2018 08:41 AM
When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky
When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky
When thirsty Earth cries, for much needed rain
Sky beams ever brighter, said not again
Why cry thus to me, ask your mortal men,
they steal your bounty and live in dark sin?
Earth heard and let out more desperate moans
Sky rumbled back, no rain in clear tones.
Earth begged oceans and forests to plead
please ask brother Sky to fill our great need.
Again Sky answered with angrier sounds
told Earth, stop men from going out of bounds
Earth moaned louder and then pleaded some more
asking Sky, some rain please, this I implore.
Later Earth and brother Sky came to terms
rains came so heavy it woke sleeping worms!
R.J. Lindley
August 12th, 1974
Sonnet,( Native American Tale)
Inspired by a story that my Native American grandfather told me
when I was about 9/10 years old.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 892]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2018 09:05 AM
Tribute poem, written this morn..-Tyr
Hold Not A Sad Vigil For Me
Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born of flesh and blood, once was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.
Now having taken my last breath
Spirit passed through, cold hands of death
Beg, when I am laid in cold grounds
Earth hears no heartfelt weeping sounds.
In Life's gift, I came to this world
To another realm, soul is hurled
There exists, no more evil lies
Only Light, Sun and gleaming Skies.
Once settled, saying prayers for you
Those that I love, evil ones too
This final message, truth stands clear
I enter smiling, with no fear.
Do not stand at my grave and weep* (1)
Instead pray my soul, the Lord keeps
My grave, merely a marking place
To delay what Time will erase.
Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born flesh and blood, once I was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2018
Rhyme, (Lin, 8's)
Tribute poem, inspired by Elizabeth Frye's great poem,
titled- "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
found at this link,
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-frye
NOTE-
*(1)- Verse and Title from Elizabeth Frye's great poem of the same name.
This poem is a written tribute to her memory and great poem....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 893]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-04-2018 08:24 AM
Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down
Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no time to sleep in bed
rooster crows call out, work, work, work instead!
Dad rose early, I hear a tractor start
shows me his ethics, I must take to heart.
I rise to eat, coffee, bacon and eggs
we work hard to live, here nobody begs!
This farm, it damn sure does not run itself
nor just give us food, on the pantry shelf.
Meeting morn's brisk air, I wake even more
I start work, seems a never ending chore!
Sun setting, more work still needs to be done
suppertime, tomorrow we have more fun!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2018
Sonnet, ( Farm work, seems to never all get done)
Note- Written this morn, inspired by a suggestion in a comment by Wayne Kingston, one he made on my recent haiku titled, Seen and Scenes.....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 894]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-07-2018 08:58 AM
Truth, Evil Exists And Not All Men Pray
Ah yes, sad that hell never froze over,
all is not Nature's beauty and clover.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, we cry our faults are not so bad
and bad ones always dwell in other lads.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, sins we try to bury with lies,
or try to wash away with our false cries.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, glowing dawns come and then they go
and we walk in blindness, saying we know.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, this rightly condemns you and I,
as just rewards come in the by and by.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, night gives not the cover we think
and our lives can fly away in a blink.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, sad truth- no man is an island,
tho' we each one have been marked with a brand.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Ah yes, we will face the music tis' true
and no foolish lies will serve me or you.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
Notes--
Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 320
Total # Words: 268
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[Post 895]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-13-2018 12:07 PM
That Darkest Day, The Death Of Her Midnight
She cried out profusely, please do not die,
only last week, you my love, ran so well.
He was down, so pitiful where he lie
mangled in that blood soaked road where he fell.
Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.
Midnight moved, looked as if to implore,
yet that brief spell of hope ran away too fast.
She thought why had she not seen before,
that very moment, Midnight breathed his last.
Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.
She reached out, to touch his fast fleeing ghost
its image stood there and then flew away.
Never another, she loved him the most
thoughts of nights they walked beach sands in the bay.
Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.
Stranger stopped and asked, Miss, was that your dog,
she had not the strength to give a reply.
Her world was dark and her head in a fog
all she said was, why did he have to die.
Her tears fell and rising sun paled so quick.
Then she noticed his black hair was so thick.
R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1983
Rhyme
Note. Midnight she called her beloved dog, her companion for twelve wonderful years. He was hit by a car that tragic day and she has ever had another to replace that which to her was irreplaceable.
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[Post 896]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-20-2018 10:52 AM
There Was A Gigantic Tree There, Gnarly And Old
( Part One )
There was a gigantic tree there, gnarly and old.
I just had to stare, tho' wind was soon icy cold.
Looking up, its roof hiding beyond human sight,
Then the wind blew cold and something just wasn't right!
Frozen, I stood rooted, my legs refused to walk
Next an owl hooted and I understood its talk!
Shivers shooting up my spine, fearing brain cried out,
Who are you, what do you want I said in a shout.
Voice cried, I am fallen, buried under this tree.
Now best you turn about, no longer walk on me!
With heart racing fast, sweat popping from every pore,
My soul rose at last, demanded I speed to safe shore!
Voice spoke bolder then, leave or else accept this curse
No hero of men, I thought how could this get worse?
Malevolent thing rose, suddenly bursting forth,
Yelled leave, do so now and pointed towards the north!
Yet there lay a swamp pit known to be very bad
Alas! In the worse of it, my life to be had!
Then it came, my shaking voice spoke, leave me alone
No more of this, even if you are buried bones!
Wind roared forth, crashing around, shook me and the ground
Words came with evil sound, leave or else be thee bound
Wickedness, no more could I stand, I fell to pray
Faithful words that allows me to be here today!
There was a gigantic tree there, gnarly and old.
I just had to stare, tho' wind was soon icy cold.
Looking up, its roof hiding beyond human sight,
Then the wind blew cold and something just wasn't right!
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 11th, 1973
(Where The Dark Woods Rule)
Note-
Searched for it but can not find a Part Two. Either it was never written or else lost over these many decades.
I supposed that I could perhaps, decide to write the second part now but I just can not see doing so at the moment.
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Seems a large box of my old poems has went missing since last Spring's clean up at our new home here .
I know I never tossed it to be burnt or put in the garbage, but Riza and Justin both swear that they did not do so...
I can not replace poems written over forty years ago, back when I was so young and really inspired with a totally different view of life and this world.
Mostly likely another couple hundred of old poems now forever lost. --Tyr
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[Post 897]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2018 09:09 PM
Note---
QUOTE]Robert J. Lindley, 5-22- 2018
Rhyme, ( Ravages of Time and Moonlight's Dreams)
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 116[/QUOTE]
Magnificent Path Lit By Moonlight Dreams
On a different road taken this day,
Magnificent path lit by moonlight dreams;
Wherein hope's promises hold greatest sway,
Defeating wicked world's usual schemes.
There rests, golden paradise most oft sought,
Beckons with deepest echoes of blessings;
Tho' with great sacrifice such wonders bought,
Tis filled with love's passionate caressing.
Blessed it be, if found in youthful years,
When greater strength and vigor reign so strong;
Although life may still curse you, send its tears
Fear not, more joyful days will come along.
Know Time will fly, have its destructive way,
Eating its fill of heart, our flesh and bone;
Coloring dire moments, with darkest grey,
Let not Time's dark curse, turn thy heart to stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-22- 2018
Rhyme, ( Ravages of Time and Moonlight's Dreams)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 898]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-25-2018 10:03 AM
Note-
Poet's Notes(Hide) (Show)
Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 156
Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune
Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway,
Live life well now, without delay;
Enjoy the beach and its cool nights
Walk under moon's soft beaming lights.
Remember sorrow comes with grey,
Relief shall come if one but prays:
Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune,
Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune.
Hold thee deep, virtues that are good,
Rarely say, if only I could;
Be given more, my days are hard
Life now deals me very bad cards.
Send me more, I deserve it all:
I bow and answer thy hard call,
Reward me for my greater work,
For my duty I never shirk.
Tis' best to in a humble way,
Sacrifice more, asking no pay;
Enjoy hard tasks, thee are blessed,
With those unseen hands that caressed,
Faithful Hearts and Souls from the start,
Joined in truth that which never parts.
Embrace the favors in Truth's Light,
Fear not demons of darkest night.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 899]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-28-2018 08:15 AM
In Your Love Dreams She Kisses You All Night
When you see her, her bright smile knocks you down
sweetest, prettiest girl in her small town.
But you were too scared, and you never asked,
in her beloved memory you now bask.
Join the club, many have been down that road
afraid of great beauty, scared to be bold.
In your love dreams, she kisses you all night
everything is just swell, all is so right.
Then dawn arrives, you wake up all alone
your longed for night-angel away has flown.
Your morning breakfast does not taste the same
far away, you hear echoes, say her name.
Day drags by, you race home to go to sleep
for she comes when dreams are fever-pitch deep.
Gobble down your cold supper, hit the hay
please, please let her come, you silently pray.
Soft clouds flow in, suddenly they depart,
she comes, easing into your wanting heart.
When you see her, her bright smile knocks you down
sweetest, prettiest girl in her small town.
But you were too scared, and you never asked,
in her beloved memory you now bask.
Join the club, many have been down that road
afraid of great beauty, scared to be bold.
R.J. Lindley,
July 22, 1976
Rhyme, ( Dreams, Angel and Hope)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 900]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-31-2018 11:08 AM
When You Seek That Elusive Holy-Grail
When father time is short it burns,
you have now reached diminishing returns;
you seek elusive Holy-Grail,
find your ship too slow due to tattered sails,
years creep by and your soul cries out,
what the hell is life really about?
You find that Hope seems a lost cause,
that Fate initiates its ending clause;
shreds of light in your heart still rest,
you stumble on trying your very best,
bits of courage find ancient path,
giving you reprieve from Fate's darkest wrath!
Soon, you look for Nature's treasures,
knowing that with them come blissful pleasures;
such that oft heal and prolong life,
gifting peace of mind, soul's rest, ending strife,
as the years pass, you seek more light,
knowing its glows, defeat darkest of nights.
Rest assured, course millions have sailed,
when their sad soul and heart were both impaled;
all appeared lost, about to go,
sorrows heaped, days brought harder blows,
the sun refused to shine its bright,
all seemed lost, and devils lurked those dark nights!
When father time is short it burns,
you have now reached diminishing returns;
you seek elusive Holy-Grail,
find your ship too slow due to tattered sails,
years creep by and your soul cries out,
what the hell is life really about?
R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 15th, 1978
Rhyme, (Where Does Life Really Lead Us)
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[Post 901]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-04-2018 12:17 PM
Note---
Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)
Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 198
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Wish I, That Time Within Its Flow
Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!
In my woeful and darkened days,
over and deep, misery plays.
Red sun sets but I see no shine,
dark rests seas filled with bitter brine.
Shallow are the night's streaming dreams,
far too pale wandering moonbeams!
When I cry thus, "Woe this sad life"
Fate smiles and stabs deeper its knife.
A triple twist and mind explodes
pity I chose these darkened roads.
As pain then joins with sorrow's grief,
despair's pits come beyond belief!
Ancient history would have found,
this soul at rest and never bound.
For my curse, life is now too fast
chained to ship sailing at full mast.
Seas stormy and waves crashing high,
thus Heaven hears not my sad cries!
Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 902]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-07-2018 08:54 PM
The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed
(a Sonnet duet)
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
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Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!
Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!
In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost too much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!
Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays
Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley
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'The Age of Summer Love'
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
(and in an inspired response)
'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley
May 19, 2018
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*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Susan's Note-
On May 17,2018, after I posted my Sonnet 'The Age of Summer Love', I received a lovely soup mail from my esteemed and kindhearted friend, Robert Lindley saying; 'Your poem so inspired me today!' Robert had composed a beautiful Sonnet in which each of his stanzas and closing couplet was in response to each of mine. His poem was yet to be titled so he bestowed upon me this awesome honor of naming his poem, which was then titled; 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed', posted on May 19, 2018. As you can imagine, I was moved and elated by his message and generous gesture. I then suggested to Robert that I thought it would be wonderful to combine both poems into a 'Sonnet duet' format and repost our poems together under a combined title. To my great delight and appreciation, Robert agreed. Thank you, my dear friend, Robert. I'm both honored and humbled by your talent and kindness. It is truly a blessing to share a friendship with you.
Here, I present our special tribute...
A tribute to inspiration and friendship!
My Note-
I read Susan's wonderful creation and immediately sat down to write this sonnet in reply. I then sent it to her and told her how much her fine sonnet had inspired me and this creation was the result of that inspiration.
Together, we discussed combining the two sonnets, as in the new poem, now re-titled and given a new life.
A truly sincere act, was met by yet another - that of my friend suggesting that perhaps we present these two sonnets together, showing the second sonnet as the reply that it is..
We worked out the details and this is the resulting collaboration.
Hope you may enjoy this and see that friendship/fellowship in poetry is far, far better than competition/envy.
Here, presented is our special tribute...
A tribute to inspiration and friendship!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 903]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-09-2018 10:03 AM
Providence On Behalf Of Love
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
_______________June 8, 2018______________
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
My Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
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Robert’s Poet’s Note: How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me - our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so.
A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet
as my dear friend most assuredly is...
As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 904]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-13-2018 08:44 PM
When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished
Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights,
love began under stars and brightest of moonlights.
Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams;
fiery echoes, night trysts and pleasurable screams!
Love's greatest truth rests in thy bosom and kind heart,
destined to meet that night and our souls never part!
Fate fulfilled as we were thrilled, luscious love’s first blush,
time together, had forever, no need to rush.
Aroused desires stirred passions’ afire to burn
like pulsing embers in joined flames of wanton yearn,
till what was left, spent afterglow like cooling coal
our hot bed then our sanctuary soul to soul.
From passion's soul to soul, came steaming heart to heart,
delicious love made each night glowing as fine art.
Waking wrapped in love-joined joy, within Cupid's shot,
giving you my all and all I have ever got.
Days spent in loving arms that held our love so true,
knowing your soft heart lives in me and all I do.
From that day, when angels’ wings whispered you away,
tears I cry are sweet relief when my mind does stray.
Bleeding heart still blooms for you vibrant on the vine,
though seeking tendrils ache without you to entwine.
Oh the wish to taste your kiss, nectar ‘pon my lips,
your thrilling touch still lingers since your life’s eclipse.
Yet Fate had its saddest call, that none can deny,
ours was to live its love-feast and not reason why.
Now so alone, precious memories to sustain,
moments of mirth that alleviate the great pain,
feed my desires for your tender nightly embrace,
know, no power ever known, can our love erase.
Upon dawn's breaking, wake knowing you were once here,
another memory lessens days flow of tears.
Future promise of being joined in nightly bliss
and in that moment having all I now so miss;
your heart the flower, I the honey seeking bee,
our love entwined in paradise under love's tree.
Come take me to your Heaven's home of pearly light,
my sombre soul now needs you like the stars need night.
I look to skies bittersweet shades of twilight blue
and daydream of your denim eyes of darkest hue.
For a time imagining I’m held in your gaze
your magic’s purest charms still don’t fail to amaze.
Please find my kiss I’ve blown to you upon the breeze,
I send to you my love with prayers while on my knees.
Praying to be with you rather sooner than late,
memories move to close the circle of our fate.
Gather my soul, lift me to you like a feather,
with spun gossamer of sacred ties that tether.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
_______________June 13, 2018_______________
My poet’s note: My dear friend, again I have been honored and blessed to have the gift of composing this tale of love and its magnificent blessings with you!
My short poem fragment(first stanza)based upon a relationship I had over four decades ago, has been beautifully completed in our collaboration, because of your wonderful verses, inspiration, and immense talent.
Even beyond our friendship, you have further honored me with your great kindness and your truly generous gift of writing with me...
For all of that my dear friend, I am so deeply indebted...
Susan's poet’s note: Thank you my friend, for sharing your friendship and the joy of this write with me! Again, you lead the way with your splendid talent and abundant inspiration you so freely give. Your generous gifts light up my imagination and your beautiful lead stanza set the stage for a creative and poetic experience that made our collaboration most satisfying. Sharing concepts and creating our work together feels quite natural to me. I truly appreciate your deep and tender artistry, Robert, and also your patience for the delays caused by my busy-ness in these hectic days...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 905]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2018 05:57 AM
Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope
Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow!
That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams
with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems;
this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path
death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath,
torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift
chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift!
Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair
wading through this evil world's black pits without care;
her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost,
found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed.
I saw the world with open eyes but could not see
Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee...
Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart,
seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part.
My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race
as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face,
I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss
your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss.
That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith
willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith,
I found with you the heart to fall in love once more
and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor.
Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow
you have my whole attention for you stole the show.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 27, 2018
My poet's note: Yet again my dear friend I must thank you for your friendship, tremendous talent and collaborating with me to produce this wonderful poem.
As both Love and Hope are two of the greatest of treasures that mankind has.
This poem symbolizes the gifts that are given from both....
As always it is a true joy to compose with you and let our combined poetic voices be read.. I hope this poem touches the heart and soul of many that may have lost hope in life, love and the blessings that the future holds for them.
Susan Ashley poet’s note: Again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, Robert. There is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.. With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 906]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-15-2018 09:45 AM
Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit
Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?
Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.
Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.
Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death And Its Loneliness Inflicted )
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 124
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[Post 907]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-29-2018 06:37 PM
This Age Old Tale Has Now Been Truly Told
Farmer was old, beloved land eroded
Story told, how his farmhouse exploded
Very soon after he was newly wedded
Inquiry his young wife dearly dreaded.
His body freshly placed in new graveyard ground
Back at his farm only emptiness found
New wife and hired hand had fled so far away
None there caring enough to make them pay.
Sorrows in howling night winds there fiercely blew
Moaning echoed words that so many knew
Empty dynamite box hidden in old barn
Revealing this sad story is no yarn.
Train they took, had wrecked at rampage junction pass
Both dead in crushed steel, jagged window glass
Justice, they died young, while he so very old
This age old tale has now been truly told.
R.J. Lindley
Rhyme, (Dark Tales Told)
April 19th 1971
Note: Presented as was written for a high school class assignment.
Great teacher, so very strict, gave me a C+ grade on it....
She herself a great poet, I then barely 17 years old, thought the grade was just....
Now I think maybe, it was justly due at least a B....
Syllables Per Line: 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 122
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 908]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-03-2018 12:17 PM
When Long Shadows Leave Place Of Their Hidden Abode
When long shadows leave place of their hidden abode
of courageous hearts and great brave tales are told
for within man's savagery lurks souls worth saving
despite enormity of man's misbehaving!
Where heart dearest of desires and world's darkness meets
Are oft found fields of deep love or ashen defeats!
When shadows are victorious and gaily leave
epic the sorrows of those left to sadly grieve
as neither lights from bright sun nor glittering stars
can absolve evilest deeds or such bitter scars
For deep within broken hearts, life shattering dreams
Oft remains the dark hate that fails to souls redeem!
Where shadows in dancing groups and glory retreat
rests dark scavengers to bow at victories feet
as clamorous dens echoes their ravenous feasts
innocent children go to sleep fearing such beasts
Can it be that all mankind has such beasts within
Born inward hidden as punishment for its sins!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 216
Total # Words: 150
Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse?
I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me
I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house..
Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark
add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts
again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark
for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts
I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly
measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep
notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why
as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!
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[Post 909]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-05-2018 02:08 PM
Therein Abound Orchards Gifting Hot Love-Bound Feasts
Exists a realm, far distant through imagination pass
where ghost-winds push over colorful cavernous morass
down into hauntingly beautiful valleys well below
bringing along sweet lovers night-dreams well in tow.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.
Heard is most magnificent music mind's eye can create
sunset hues bring deep joys far too often denied by Fate
and in that moment all remaining sorrows cast adrift
on oceans that hide away, to forever shift.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.
Nights beckoning moon summons up, love cherished memories
devoid of life's many woeful heart aching miseries
as heavenly skies sing out and parade wondrous new scenes
one can transform from any age back to their teens.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-5-2018
Rhyme, ( Love's Imagination and its Romance)
Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 12 12 12 0 14 14 14 12 12 12 0 14 14 14 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 234
Total # Words: 148
Note- This is harvested from a poem I wrote back in 1974. I decided today to use it as a foundation and do heavy editing to create a better presentation.
Hope yo may find this romantic poem a pleasant read and perhaps even spark dear sweet memories for you too.
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[Post 910]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-06-2018 10:26 AM
Together We May Till New Virgin Ground
Each night my muse asks me, what have you done.
Have you inked pages for joy or just for fun,
I command you do so before you sleep
Give Love, Joy or Sorrow but make it deep!
As heart and soul opens, give equal measures
Compare life's miseries to its treasures,
Describe moon's brilliance and its sweetest shine
As gifts that enter other's hearts and thine!
Impress this world and in its destined Fate
Birth true words and scenes readers can relate,
Ask me for answers that elude your mind
Give honor and respect, receive in kind!
Together we may till new virgin ground
Enjoy play of harps and angelic sounds,
Stroll romance's gardens, adore its flowers
Increase pleasures and our writing powers!
If in this trek your heart strays to the dark
Do so with intense flames, not a mere spark,
Write soul's worries and its dearest of dreams
For giving of heart and soul oft redeems!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2018
Rhyme, ( Conversing With My Muse)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 158
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[Post 911]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2018 03:15 PM
Poet's Notes
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme
original version written , March 9th, 1977
edited/updated today- August 9th , forty-one years later
Syllables Per Line:14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14
Total # Syllables: 336
Total # Words: 230
References list
1. Jason's Golden Fleece*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Fleece
2. Serengeti*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serengeti_National_Park
3 Horn*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horn_of_Africa
4. Rock of Gibraltar*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_of_Gibraltar
5. Hermes*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes
6. Odin*
https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odin
7. Thor*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thor
8. Minotaur*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur
9. Nectar of the Gods* (Ambrosia)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambrosia
10. Eurytus' bow*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Eurytus_of_Oechalia
11. Titans*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titan_(mythology)
12. Heracles sword*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heracles
13. Elf*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elf
14. Atilla's*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attila
15. Hammer of Hephaestus*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
16. Forest of Burzee*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_of_Burzee
17. Asgard*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asgard
18. Undines*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Undine_(disambiguation)
19. Amphitrite*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphitrite
20. Ao Qin*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_King
21. Vahalla*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valhalla
For This Is The Story, An Old Poet Sought Not To Miss
(Part One)
I've ate Eden's last apple, coveted Jason's* golden fleece
chained myself in caverns of darkness, begging no release
refused mighty crowns of power, fed myself painful feasts
crushed my beating heart, as if it were a ravenous beast.
I've tamed the lions of Serengeti, sailed around the Horn*
trekked unarmed, darkest jungles, where fiercest beasts are born
slain dragons with Sequoias, tossed Rock of Gibraltar*
walked in realms of Hades, spat upon its first altar.
I've outran Hermes*, sank my teeth deep into granite walls
sat beside Odin, gave Thor's first crown in Valhalla's* halls
wrestled mighty Minotaur*, its armored hide I ripped
stole the Nectar of the Gods*, laughed at them as I sipped.
I've shot Eurytus' bow*, killed Titans* with Heracles sword*
defeated dark Elf* armies, massacred Atilla's* first horde
swung Hammer of Hephaestus*, slept in Forest of Burzee*
trained Arminius army, taught them to show no mercy.
I've quenched Vesuvius fires, held lightning in my hand
flew bright skies over Asgard*, defended its precious homelands
swam with Undines*, feasted with beautiful Amphitrite*
fished with my friend Ao Qin*, dragon king of the Southern Sea.
I've seen this world of fantasy, inked its splendor in words
sailed in its oceans of love and flown with magical birds
dreamed in its word-paradise and found true love's deepest kiss
for this is the story, an old poet sought not to miss.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme
original version written , March 9th, 1977
edited/updated today- August 9th , forty-one years later
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
I was bored a bit today , so I decided to edit and present this old poem. --Tyr
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[Post 912]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-12-2018 09:21 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
Rhyme- ( A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)
Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 230
Note- At an early age (14, ) I was given a book of poems to read and in it were several poems written by Emily Dickinson. Her poem, "I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce"- its depths and though provoking all , lit something in my soul.That and my next discovery of Byron, spurred me to consider writing poetry.
Once I started there was no going back. Call it a blessing or a curse, oft it seems to be one or the other to me......
A poet I became and a poet I shall surely die.*
In between, I write to love and write to cry.*
Swam in magical oceans, wrote many sad goodbyes*
Ink pumps in my poet heart and glows in poet's eyes
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Inspiration, A Gift From Sweet Emily's Hands
(A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)
Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.
Inking rhyming verses to please
you sat so perfectly at ease,
your poems marvels to behold
you wrote of love and life so bold.
True beauty splashed out in black ink
gifting words that cause us to think,
good and bad in equal measures
life sad, yet seeking not treasures.
Compelling to the reader's mind
free, seeking no return in kind,
your golden pen, your mighty brush
brilliant art painted, without rush.
Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.
Your loving heart, broken too oft
tho' your words were spoken so soft,
loss and pain you had to endure
yet your poetry, sweet and pure.
Now your soul reveals from the past
to show depths of kindness that last,
to show passions in this dark world
this pit, we find we have been hurled.
Writing you words in loving praise
you from darkness, this soul did raise
to see dawn cast breath in the morn
to find truth, in my being born.
Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018
Rhyme- ( A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)
Note- At an early age (14, ) I was given a book of poems to read and in it were several poems written by Emily Dickinson. Her poem, "I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce"- its depths and though provoking all , lit something in my soul.That and my next discovery of Byron, spurred me to consider writing poetry.
Once I started there was no going back. Call it a blessing or a curse, oft it seems to be one or the other to me......
A poet I became and a poet I shall surely die.*
In between, I write to love and write to cry.*
Swam in magical oceans, wrote many sad goodbyes*
Ink pumps in my poet heart and glows in my poet eyes*
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
I woke this morn and decided that I would write about one of my top ten favorite poets. Read a poem by each and after that chose Emily Dickinson...
Hope you may fine some value, some enjoyment in the reading of this piece ..-Tyr
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[Post 913]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-16-2018 05:00 PM
Breathing, Soft Heaving Bosom Swells
Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.
Breathing, soft heaving bosom swells
O' pleasures, past glorious bells
And Fated bounty was given
For then Love was in the liven
First kiss, gold coins in wishing wells
Sexual thoughts one never tells.
Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth, romance and past treasures once found)
Syllables Per Line: 6 6 6 6 6 6 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 6 6 6 6 6 6
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 82
Note-
Muse said, write and today make it happy and glad
for those dark storming skies have fled far out to sea
think of the wonders, the past lovers you've had
pen poetic words that renews soul, sets one free.
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[Post 914]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2018 05:44 AM
What Matters, Should One See Past That Last Mile
What matters, diamonds , silver or gold
when one is getting slow and too damn old.
What matters, if the truest of truths be told,
that dying alone is so sad and cold?
What matters, if life yields no more ripe fruits
when one will soon visit soil and grass roots.
What matters, if ones buried without boots,
or if one can dies with life's stolen loot?
What matters, if blue skies no longer smile
and one sees the past, world's evil and guile.
What matters, should one see past that last mile,
or hold on harder just a little while?
Love, Family and Life is what matters
Without Love, all is thin glass that shatters.
R. J. Lindley,
October 17th, 1976
Sonnet, ( Deepest depths of Love are, purest of Truths)
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 116
Old Note- Inspired by book I read. A very sad tale of an old man dying alone in a cabin, deep in the wilderness. Having lived his last years enjoying Nature's beauty and the inner peace that often comes from its magnificence and solitude. He having lived a great and wild life when young but dying alone , having no children and self-exiled from his friends, saw the sad truth in his last days..
New Note- Sharing this taken from one of my private journals. Looking back I I see that this was written a few months after my 14 year old baby brother's electrocution death.. Trying to remember how much of that went into this piece....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 915]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-27-2018 03:13 PM
Note: Yet again it is my great pleasure to present here another collaboration written by we three poets,
my dear friends, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren and I. I feel very blessed to have written my part
several weeks ago and then watch as each of my wonderful writing partners carried the torch
to make this a beautiful and richer creation. As always both crafted such exquisite and profound
verses to bring this poem to a very fine finish.
I hope the readers enjoy the fruits of the unification of our three hearts, souls and minds,
with the sincere goal of each- striving to give to others..
All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given
Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.
Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!
Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.
Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing...
In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love,
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.
Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence,
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.
Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.
Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.
With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.
Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration)
August 26, 2018
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 916]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-31-2018 07:49 AM
Rocky Shores Now So Sorely Bruise These Naked Feet
Bitter the thickest of brine at the water's edge
bringing memories of your lying fallen pledge;
clashing with hoarded treasures of hot wondrous nights
are your empty words, once believed to be so right.
Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.
Across watery divide, this truth I confide
I then, so in love had dismissed your darker side;
now the tormenting night-ghosts of what might have been
curse, happily point out you were never my friend.
Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.
With angry waves stirring up bleached bones in that brine
this demolished grieving soul, screams out please be mine;
in vivid dreams heart tragically cries your name
knowing no mercy comes, sorrows always remain.
Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-31-2018
Rhyme- *Sad and Dark*, ( Dreams Remembered, Sorrows That Ache)
Note- Oft from a dream remembered, I find fodder to compose.
in this case the dream was based upon a real life loss love from my youth.
Sometimes the pain and sorrows are too great and instead of writing to present here - I bury it deeper, while hoping it magically disappears.
Never works but often we repeat in hope that some relief be granted.
Having now written this piece, perhaps such relief shall be given..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 917]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2018 08:46 PM
Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died
He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone.
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl scared one and all
Hellfire in his gut, Pap would bear hunt him each Fall.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
As a pup Redbone was as beauty to behold
Such as never before loved by a six year old.
Soon red coat shining, he became muscle and bone
That is why our Ole Pap came to name him Redbone.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Eight years flew on by and Redbone was loved by all
Eigth season he was slower to come when we call.
Ole Pap call for first morn's hunt and heard not a bark
Redbone only growled showing his teeth like a shark.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Ole Pap shot back, last bear hunt tore you up a bit
Then his chew of tobacco, oft front porch he spit.
Redbone just lay there, Ole Pap said, old friend just rest
You have been a fine hunting dog, the very best.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Next night midnight moon rose, we heard a moaning yelp
Our old faithful friend, our Redbone's last call for help.
Ole Pap went out, came back in with sad ashen face
He said, Redbone is gone, friend we can not replace.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
R. J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Sad Story about the death of Redbone)
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 308
Note- I wrote this one, if memory serves me well, either in 1972 or 1973..
Presented today as was written --no edits..
Based upon the sad end of a fine and faithful dog that was truly and deeply loved!!!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 918]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-14-2018 01:58 PM
The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part One
First Note--
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One
What ails man, lives deep inside
festering in his arrogant pride,
Like a seedling forever up-torn
blackness in him thus born,
Woe to thee, that human breath take
for earth's black lust thee partakes
As Poe saw, the Raven foretells,
human flesh absorbs many hells
And black hearts answer those calls
tho' to hide man builds many walls.
[B] The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part One)
I saw the beast, drew my trusty sword
The crowd was there, a ghastly little horde
Devoid of dawn and reeking of decay
allowing indifference to hold greatest sway.
With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.
I saw the beast, its eyes throwing flames
The crowd was there, playing childish games
Beast roared and threw a vicious claw
Crowd applauded it, they one and all.
With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.
I saw beast, its fangs showed through its smile
The crowd was there, with lust and usual guile
Crying with hearts, black and frozen as ice
Shouting kill the man, saying it thrice.
With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.
I saw the beast, its flaming tail hit my head
The crowd was there, laughed the more I bled
Taken aback, my courage ate the mighty blow
Crowd screamed out, more blood for the show.
With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.
I saw the beast, slashing out in agonizing pain
The crowd was there, shouting man can not win again
With final blow, my sword pierced its black heart
The crowd rushed forth seeking to rip me apart.
With a mighty blow, new beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
Posted 9-12-2018
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The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part Two
Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)
What ails man, lives deep inside
alone can not purge, tho' many have tried,
eating flesh and blood from dust risen,
infinite black holding soul in its prison,
with fanged teeth and ever deep famished bites,
seeking to betray hope and heavenly sights,
as man walks in darkness and cries his woes,
it gnaws away at decaying fingers and toes,
forever hidden from gift of renewing light
ancient ghastly beast sworn to ever fight.
The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part Two)
Again, new beast has risen, as was before
Famished, seeking its first meal, blood and gore
With my sword heavy and soaked deep bloody red
I slash at is massive scaled body instead.
Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.
Rebirth had given it size and armored scales
New behemoth fired from crowd's hate and angry wails
Alas! This giant, its strength taxed my courage hard
Tho' a hardened warrior bred, my soul was a bard.
Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.
Steeping back, I saw its armored hide its great girth
Tho' fearful I swear to win, giving all my worth
Mind now hampered by fear, its defeating powers
I fought savage beast, growing weaker each new hour
Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.
Alas! Losing hope, day and night have now flown on past
Weary, courage waning, for I fear each blow my last
Only prayers have sustained courage, my strength and heart
Should I fail, my body would be ripped apart
Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.
From heavens above a thunderclap struck the ground
in its debris, new sword and glowing armor I found
Saving grace delivered to this worn, weary soul
Renewing hope's powers and faith to reach my goal
Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.
Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part Two
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
Posted 9-14- 2018
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[Post 919]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2018 09:36 AM
Embrace That Love, Romance That So Overwhelms
Sad and alone, missing your breath again
my heart's softest beat, my one truest friend;
with your smile a dawn's symphony of lights,
your ardor the wondrous magic, our nights
and your caress, the treasure of paradise
no more needed, such will always suffice.
Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.
I sit sad and alone, singing my pains
my soul's deepest desires, our love's remains;
your sweetest touch at morn's new brightest hours,
our bed of silk, together our showers
and promise of day's pleasures with you
each a bounty, a blessing, just we two.
Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.
Sad and alone, missing your breath again
my heart's softest beat, my one truest friend;
with your smile a dawn's symphony of lights,
your ardor the wondrous magic, our nights
and your caress, the treasure of paradise
no more needed, such will always suffice.
Walk with me, into depths of kingly realms.
Embrace that love, romance that so overwhelms.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2018
Rhyme, ( A Romance That Never Dies )
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[Post 920]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-01-2018 12:17 AM
R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1975
Rhyme, (What My Wise Muse Once Told Me To Compose)
Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 118
Yes, When It Is Truly Time To
Time to bury the past, move on
sing again in different tone;
climb another mystery hill*
soothe sooner ones love aching bone.
Time to dance a jig, fancy-feet
with dawns to gloriously meet;
no longer hold sorrows that kill*
allow true love and life to greet.
Time to romance and wed ones bliss
savor forever that first kiss;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
embrace love, destined not to miss.
Time to stop heartache, truly live
carry joy in ones soul, forgive;
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*
grow bountiful crops, just to give.
Climb another mystery hill*
no longer hold sorrows that kill*;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*.
R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1975
Rhyme, (What My Wise Muse Once Told Me To Compose)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
Decided to present this old poem written 43 years ago at age 21.. No changes made--presented as was originally written.
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[Post 921]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2018 08:43 PM
Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew
Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew
with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new.
Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine
her beauty and purity no words could define.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away
nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray.
As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall
she never said uttered a word needing recall.
Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light
romancing her first love and precious was her sight.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse
and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse.
Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill
reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil
and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth
enchanting was the tender season of her youth.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush
until aurora banished night in her gold rush
of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’
desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon -
a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity,
time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe,
her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow
a life of beauty echoing the words of love
now distant in the skies with kindness up above
when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills
of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold
beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold
through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care
to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer
endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace
with charms up above, she remains my saving grace.
Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.
Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.)
October 2, 2018
This collaboration was:
Awarded Poem of the Day and also later
awarded as ~ Poem Of The Week ~
Week of October 7, 2018
Note- It is my great honor and deep pleasure to once again help compose and present this our heartfelt and romantic presentation of life, love and beautiful song and dance when in love with a goddess that stirs the smitten soul to shine and give thanks for its dear and sweet blessing.
Susan and Teppo, tho' it has taken a month to get this to completion, it has been a great joy to write and also discuss poetry with two such amazingly talented poets. I am truly and doubly blessed to have two such great friends and fantastic writing partners..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 922]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-03-2018 04:44 AM
I posted this OUR THIRD collaboration at our home poetry site about 8 hours ago and now find it has been awarded Poem Of The Day in that brief span of time.
I've never before seen such occur at our poetry site and am very pleased that my two dear friends and writing partners share in that fine honor.
Our 2nd collaboration posted back on August 8th, received both honors, POTD and Poem Of The Week....
A blessing to have found two such great friends and exceptional writing partners, and also be able to show at our poetry site how poets can work together without jealousy, bias and ego driven animosity. Something that in my opinion desperately needed to be given greater exposure there.....---Tyr
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[Post 923]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-14-2018 07:02 PM
Reading today from a couple of my old journals and found this. I was 20 years old when I wrote this and even now can still feel the loss of my friend.
Death of delivers its blows given unto youth, even into old age...--Tyr
As Truth Shelters Its Abundance Buried Within Its Fruits
As deep well fires burn into a cavern hidden deep
fleeing embers fly unto the one and beseeching skies
for darkness walks here, as if a fleet footed whisper
within its power is the seeds of awe in man's fallen heart
Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.
Day and night spin to weaken this murdering dread
each a sharpened sword to slash where evil lays in wait
and in that cycle of mans joy and his greatest of grief
mysteries abound, the poisons of its sorcery, its gall.
Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.
He that seeks solitude may thus find greater knowledge
for within silence's eternal dance, Love waits with key
shall man's fallen heart, also torment his broken soul
if Fate decides, even that too, will yield to the Light.
Hold the Light, for its grasp reunites soul with honor.
As Truth shelters its abundance, buried within its fruits.
R.J. Lindley,
1974 ( To my friend, William)
Old Note-
You my dear friend have passed on. Your friendship can never leave this aching heart. A brother you were to me since our first fight ( our friendship born thus). A friend, I found in my darkest hour.
I too, shall one day see the door that you have passed through and may it be in friendship, your glad hand and warm smile that greets me on the other side.
New Note- What assails the weaken state of man tis but the emptiness his soul finds in the dark. But crack a pane, loosen a stone and weakness becomes strength to see past the veil and walk upright in the newly lit path...
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[Post 924]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-24-2018 09:36 AM
The poem presented below is my entry in SilentOne's , Response to If' contest. The title If refers to Rudyard Kipling's worlds famous poem titled If.
Presented just below my entry. I make no pretense that my poem even starts to approach the brilliance and world famous class of Kipling's fantastic verses. I simply wrote to the best of my ability and what his awesome and world famous creation inspired me to compose.--Tyr
IF
If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:
If your, family, its love is your rock
Your spirit dances with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you see courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:
If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If your heart's sincere love you not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!
If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!
10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Contest now judged, this poem was awarded first place.--Tyr
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[Post 925]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-02-2018 08:04 AM
In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane, collaboration.
11-01- 2018
Thank you for writing with me yet again after such a long break my friend. Your invitation to do another collaboration was a great gift and a blessing given to me. I sincerely appreciate such great kindness as well as your great advice given on poetry/editing. As such shows great talent and true poetic heart. You magnificent verses makes this a truly golden poem.
God bless always..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 926]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2018 11:42 AM
(Double sonnets- Part One)
Death First Knocks, Fear Then Enters, Plea Given
Cold hand of death, thy touch arrives too soon
Weakens my breath, sorrows my tragic tune
Thy blow that hits hard, thy strike will deny
More years to this bard, yet gift saddest skies
Alas! Will not thy deed, be a great waste
Thy kiss, I have no need, its bitter taste
Deep bite of thy fangs, this heart fails to awe
Bittersweet death pangs, where true love recalls
Life was oft honey-sweet, days pure and true
Pray dawn we meet, rather than I curse you
Stay thy hand one hour, tis but a small plea
Let me greet faith's power, then finish me
Now friend, your silence speaks, I shed no tears
Moment I was weak, faith now allays fears
~ Death comes with a hiss, to give its reply ~
~ Where came such bliss, that soul ceases to cry~
Fear me the more, I hold thy mortal coil
Life has no soft shore, man sprang from earth's soil
Thy spirit rebels, this fate thy wrongs bring
Death offers its hells, dare thee to now sing
Thy request I grant, gifting thee a week
If vows thee recant, and curse as you speak
Bow to my power, I death ruleth all
I gift thee more hours, walk in my dark halls
One week I return, more time thee may earn
My deadly flame burns, thy love I so spurn
Then you must submit, curse thy day of birth
I have thus seen fit, to measure thy worth
Giveth me your praise, bow to my great strength
Life is a maze, thine I can give more length.
~ Away Death has flown, human spirit asks ~
~ Have I been shown, glimpse behind death's black-mask ~
Part Two, Double sonnets- Will faith hold power or temptation of having longer life rule.
To be written...
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[Post 927]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-24-2018 04:41 PM
Another Sweet Heart Crushed
Another angel lost
By Fate's hot burning brand;
Cheap was the ghastly cost,
unclean the reaping hand.
Another vessel broke
In life's wicked charade;
In blackest of air stoked,
misery on parade.
Another sweet heart crushed
Youthful innocence cut;
By rumor verdict rushed,
Gossip consuming glut.
Another soul cut deep
By foulest of black lies;
Birthing words cast forth cheap,
sent virtue sailing bye.
Another day awaits
Truth to stir, to be freed;
Held back by those that hate,
And sow their poison seed.
Another death ends all
Truth had come forth to bear;
Too late stop her sad fall,
This dark world had no care.
R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1974
Rhyme in Six, (When Lying Gossip Destroys Virtue)
Syllables Per Line: 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6 0 6 6 6 6
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 106
(Old) Note- My dear friend has had a great lie spread that destroys her virtue.
My lone voice telling others that the guy admitted to me that he lied and my telling others of this has had no impact- the believers want to believe and want to mock her. She being devastated, has considered the unthinkable act.
Those wanting to believe lies never accept truth.
She has moved out of state because one person decided to destroy her reputation. And even truth being brought forth has no impact.
New note: I lost track of her but several years later heard that she had indeed did the unthinkable act. Evil, darkness and wicked souls too oft get by destroying innocent people. Laws protect such people from we that would otherwise deliver justice unto them!
Taken from one of my old private journals, decided that this should see the light of day. Verses edited today, her name removed.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 928]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-25-2018 01:03 PM
The poem presented below is my entry in SilentOne's , Response to If' contest. The title If refers to Rudyard Kipling's worlds famous poem titled If.
Presented just below my entry. I make no pretense that my poem even starts to approach the brilliance and world famous class of Kipling's fantastic verses. I simply wrote to the best of my ability and what his awesome and world famous creation inspired me to compose.--Tyr
IF
If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:
If your, family, its love is your rock
Your spirit dances with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you see courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:
If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If your heart's sincere love you not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!
If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!
10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Contest now judged, this poem was awarded first place.--Tyr
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[Post 929]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-27-2018 11:01 AM
With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love
Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent by your soft kisses each day.
Hold true this obsession of mine
winning your heart my faithful goal
pray our years all joyous and fine
fulfilling love-dreams in the whole;
with dance, calmest of interludes,
beauty complimenting thy grace,
we fly to lofty altitudes
our deep love, nothing can erase.
Hold true this obsession of mine
that treasures I lay at you feet
I forever let your light shine
each dawn waking to your smile greet;
with rapture born of life well spent
your singing voice echoes our love
your beauty there on satin sheets
and our happiness born thereof.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, ( When Truest Love Holds Sway)
Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables:192
Total # Words: 145
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 930]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-11-2018 05:21 PM
My Note:
Written after years of study of this brutal and murderous act and from reading this firsthand
account from the pen of soldier that was serving and in duty along that cold-hearted and
ghastly long death match forced upon these innocent people!
Where no honor, no respect, no pity, no decency was given them and deliberate cruelty was inflicted
upon all these Native Americans, young and old,weak and frail- all deliberately ill provided for and suffering from lack of food, bitter cold and forced marched under the most inhumane conditions possible.
Resulting in 4000 deaths... buried in unmarked graves.. Robert
https://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/TheTrailOfTears-Cherokee.html
A Rhyming Tale Of The Barbaric, Murderous, Trail Of Tears
Sun had failed to rise on this once deep and true red-bloodied land
Horrors of death, shock and saddest surprise was soon to be at hand
Tiny moccasin feet trudged along in coldest of that bitter wintry cold
So many innocent lives, would never live to become another year old
All captured, forced on a march, their innocent lives had been sold.
Proud and hearty race of people living true within Nature's fold
By government order captured,sent away,because greed and lies told
Imagine being dragged out, forced to travel barefoot in brutal weather
Those that so loved their homeland and oft wore proudly eagle feathers
The old and frail oft beaten by wagon driver's stinging whip's leather.
Shall we now so trample newborn flowers, forget our ancient dead
Denying hope's sweetest dreams and stumble forth blindly instead
Shall we forget deliberate horrors and think love and mercy won instead
Or dare to see barbarity, murder and murder of those whose skin was read
Hide this historic tragedy while we sleep warm, and safe in our beds.
Dare we examine massive cruelties that man inflicts with heavy hand
Walk along each blinded path embracing evil's dark, few can withstand
What of four thousands innocent lives lost for such greed, ill gains
Is not this true historic account a lesson, evidence of wicked stains
Fraught with great tragedy, unnecessary deaths and god awful pains.
In my dreams I see, those poor children starving or else frozen to death
In my harshest oaths, swear never again, not while I still have living breath
O' the wails and moans of mothers moaning out such grave, grievous loss
While their hardhearted cavalry masters, carried on giving not a damn toss
With no more thought than that of kicking a rock, covered with moss.
Sun had failed to rise on this once deep and true red-bloodied land
Horrors of death, shock and saddest surprise was soon to be at hand
Tiny moccasin feet trudged along in coldest of that bitter wintry cold
So many innocent lives, would never live to become another year old
All captured, forced on a march, their innocent lives had been sold.
Not for any contest
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, (Based on the true story of horrific inhumanity, murder and epic loss of Native Americans)
11-18-2018
NOT FOR CONTEST....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 931]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-16-2018 10:53 AM
Deeper The Well, More Bitter Its Drink Tastes
Days of youth, with its wanton lusts
Blind to truth, dark winds came in gusts
Poison to seize ill gotten gains
Saddest memories, its remains!
Treasures remain, foiled by heart's greed
Greed's sad stain, epic loss decreed
By black shadows in human souls
Darken lies, take their heavy tolls!
Flowers wane, water and sun lost
Sin's dark bane, sweet fruits, at what costs?
Stolen goods, youth's untamed ardor
All changed, life becomes much harder.
Pleasures sought, with no real concerns
Blindly bought, pray youth one day learns
Life punishes hurts thus dark born
By regretful nights so forlorn.
Deep the well, bitter its drink tastes
Black the hell, into which one wastes
When passion has no ruing guide
hell's shadows chase, nowhere to hide!
Hold to Light, that lone dark voice fails
Keep in sight, all that honor tells
For sorrows, are regrets oft laid
By deeds that world demands be made!
Love's treasures, let passions be true
Joy's pleasures, are gems that accrue
From kindness and sweet loving ways
Are true innocence, when kids play.
R.J. Lindley,
Original, December 5th, 1988
This version edited, today December 16th, 2018
(Thoughts on youth and mistakes passionately made)
Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 176
Note: While looking at older poems to edit and present, I found this one.
Since in was written in December thirty years ago, I thought it fitting to
edit it and present here this December. The original had a mixed syllable
count. I first edited to achieve ten syllables per verse. But, but that
is when my overbearing and demanding muse stepped in and commanded that
I try eight syllable verses. Next came a coin toss and the eight verse
version won. My muse was happy but my poet's soul woefully cries out for
the abandoned ten syllable version! A man must honor the results of a coin
toss, methinks. Unless the muse fixed the coin toss too!
What say ye such thinking??
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[Post 932]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-20-2018 12:57 PM
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Western. Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)
Note- Original was composed in ten syllable verses back in 1978.
A couple days ago, I decided to rewrite this tale in twelve syllable
verses in order to give it more power, color, depth, imagery and
heart. As well as change the ending.
When young and composing , I let the wild young cowboy win and get the beautiful gal. But now that I too am an old man, I decided it would be best if the brash and wild young cowboy dies. And and leave as a mystery of which of the other two men live. I was tempted to present both versions separately, but decided perhaps it is best to present just this new one. Let the old dog from the past, just fade into oblivion....
Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie
Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie
Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me
Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles
Begging for more of my sexy beautiful smiles
A handsome brave soul to protect and deep-love me
Not monstrous brute to slap around and shove me!
He said, I want a sexy queen to rely on
Rest my head on warm breasts, maybe even die on
Sweet angel that will travel with me to Tucson
One I can let my tender love cravings loose on
Faithful dear wife, that will honor and obey me
With sexual heat, almost enough to slay me!
Her father said, my daughter is too good for him
She will not wed that hombre on such foolish whim
I too am a strong man, that carries fast six-gun
He will learn a hard lesson before I am done
I sent a letter telling him he must heed me
Else he will die, his bullets will never bleed me!
Her town folk said, her beauty will get him buried
One can not blame her dad, he is tired and wearied
That cowboy hails from family in Laramie
Brave kind that warns, best you make no damn dare of me
Dad should remind her, best that you take care of me
Rid yourself of that wild young fool from Laramie!
Sheriff said, we allow showdowns in Laramie
Neither cowboy would dare stop or be scared of me
Come morn, front street will see blood, dying or the dead
Tragic that gal chose not to leave our town instead
I will do that which this wild town demands of me
As long as citizens back, take this stand with me!
Newspaper read, yesterday our town saw blood-red
Shootout woke older folks from their early night beds
In saloon came that young cowboy from Laramie
Her dad saw and said, he wants a bad share of me
I guess Fate's death hand will now decide which of we
Will see new dawn, me or cowboy from Laramie!
Street was dark as both strolled out into its dim lights
Many will regret missing bravest fight of fights
Between old man, brash young cowboy from Laramie
Both fighters were totally unaware of me
Now with six guns stood Fate's black-hand upon we three
For that sweet beauty had once been in love with me!
I yelled, old man and young lad from Laramie
Walk away, else both will get wicked share of me
One could have heard pin drop as they stared at me
With live or die look, let Fate decide we shall see
Come morn, cemetery would welcome two of three
And shot full of holes was cowboy from Laramie!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2018 (Previous date 1978)
Rhyme, ( Western, Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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[Post 933]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-18-2019 06:43 AM
First offering of my poet dedication series..
Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born, first dedication poem
.
Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information
A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron.
Notices of the Life of Lord Byron by Thomas Moore, 1835
Lady Byron Vindicated: A History of The Byron Controversy, From Its Beginning in 1816 to the Present Time by Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1870
Byron: Biography and Chronology
Byron: Images
portraits of the poet, his family and friends
Byron: Selected Poetry
Byron: Selected Letters
Byron: Contemporary and Critical Opinion
Byron on Keats: At the John Keats site
Byron's lovers: Lady Caroline Lamb
Byron's wife: Anne Isabella Milbanke currently unavailable; being redesigned and rewritten
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan
Letters
Lord Byron to Francis Hodgson, 3 November 1808
Thomas Moore, Venice, February 2, 1818
Thomas Moore September 1814
Lord Byron Letter To Henry Drury Salsette Frigate, 3 May 1810
Lord Byron Letters To John Murray, Venice, April 6, 1819
DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series
honoring great poets.
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I decided to do two sonnets in dedication to my favorite poet, Byron.
I have since written two poems in dedication to my second favorite poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.--Tyr
(Sonnet 1)
Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born
(Sonnet Number One)
Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
My years flew by as sweet as summer's breeze.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born
underneath the tall and ancient oak trees.
Mother Nature gave me breath, my heartbeat,
soft like distant thunder in a quiet gale.
Being blessed with mighty strength and fleet of feet
I traveled fast past rivers, hill and dale,
scattering each with magnificent seeds
helped to and fro by water, hoe, and wind.
They sprouted even in thickest thorny weeds
and all the more in verse, I vow to send.
Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
(Sonnet 2)
She An Angel, Ravenous In My Sight
(Sonnet Number Two)
Behold as shining frost on roses bright
its glint, a gasping pleasure to mine eyes
she an angel, ravenous in my sight
tho' her countenance some deny.
Dear blessing, that her power never dies
its renewals, this earth needs all the more
from its width, its canopy of blue skies
one may seek fortune from its, shore to shore.
Sweet those deep treasures her heart gives away
her immense depths we too oft fail to see
We in blindness let apathy hold sway
as we pride ourselves, far greater than she.
Behold as shining frost on roses bright.
She an angel, ravenous in my sight.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
Sonnet (Number two)
Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information
A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron. See more details in notes shown above.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 934]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-20-2019 08:32 AM
Second offering of my poet dedication series.
Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon Dedication series
Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement Romanticism
Spouse Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/
BISH; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the
major English Romantic poets, who is regarded by
some as among the finer lyric and philosophical
poets in the English language, and one of the more
influential. A radical in his poetry as well as
in his political and social views, Shelley did
not see fame during his lifetime, but recognition
of his achievements in poetry grew steadily
following his death. Shelley was a key member
of a close circle of visionary poets and writers
that included Lord Byron, Leigh Hunt, Thomas Love Peacock
and his own second wife, Mary Shelley, the author
of Frankenstein.
Shelley is perhaps best known for classic poems such as
Ozymandias, Ode to the West Wind, To a Skylark, Music,
When Soft Voices Die, The Cloud and The Masque of Anarchy.
His other major works include a groundbreaking verse drama
The Cenci (1819) and long, visionary, philosophical poems
such as Queen Mab (later reworked as The Daemon of the World),
Alastor, The Revolt of Islam, Adonaïs, Prometheus Unbound (1820)
—widely considered to be his masterpiece—Hellas:
A Lyrical Drama (1821), and his final, unfinished work,
The Triumph of Life (1822)
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First Dedication poem to Shelley
Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon
(Dedication To Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?
His pen wrote fine lines, splattering it's ink
to selfish bidding, it refused to sink.
His heart roared out, "let them wither away"
their greedy commands I will not obey.
Poet's soul seeking great and better things
spreading love, peace, joy as its ardor sings
Knowing Dark's appetite had ate lost-hearts
its massive powers torn goodness apart.
Each morn, he rose to ink out his sworn vow
gift words, as only a poet knows how.
With paper and thought, he scribbled true deep
oft denying his wants or needed sleep.
Sadness came as others shot their arrows
those not knowing, God sees wounded sparrows.
With love and mercy, gives his divine aid
to those suffering from evil's sharp blade.
Years piled up, brief decades ate their fill
his tender heart refused their unjust bill.
With courage found in a cause that is right
black ink stained blank pages, morning, noon and night.
His eyes were tired and too oft his hands cramped
yet his vow was, not join their selfish camp.
He saw death, soon as it broke through his shield
he stood there, refusing to ever yield.
Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Those That Write To Give To Others )
Dedicated to the life and poetry of the famous poet
that died far too young, Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Second dedication poem- to Percy Bysshe Shelley
Weeping Willows, Thy Tears Wake My Slumber
Ye graceful angel, thy truer heart speaks
with Hope's promise of resplendent relief
in that bounty, deep empathy thus peaks
to give mercy's gifts in divine belief.
Rose-red flowers, thy garden in full bloom
for none other has such soft graceful kiss
there is love and warmth in thy treasure room
riaments of gold found within thy sweet bliss.
Thy forest colors shine, upon each leaf
as whispering winds seeds recover
thy hands gift back joy taken by sorrow's thief
romance gems, Love's return discovery.
In that dance in romanticism's deep vault
thy songs and inspiring words give much more
Love, removing regrets of ones great faults
jewels cast within heavenly downpour.
Weeping willow's sorrows having been shed
sky brightens and gives sight of rainbow hues
as glad heart heals all, in soul love embeds
its splendor of life that ever renews.
Angel, thy pure beauty we now behold
coupled with allure of thy graceful smile
dare we in our wildest dreams be so bold
as to request to hold, thy hand a while.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
dedicated to Percy Bysshe Shelley
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 935]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2019 09:12 PM
The complete set of all three poems, honoring Edgar Allan Poe !!!!
From my ongoing poet dedication series..
Third poet honored in this series, after 1. Lord Byron, 2. Shelley.. 3. Edgar Allan Poe
(1)
*First poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*
From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
(Written for the third poet on the list in my poet dedication series)
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe
chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show
down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign
all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain.
From its throne, flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat
as Raven's prison guards, knock old Master Poe off his feet
then Raven transform back into the human Ravenking
with anger and heartless ire, at Master Poe's head flings
the ruby-red ring that Poe once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee
and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see!
With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee
she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee
her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered
her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered.
One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks
for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books
gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love
it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove
as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud
out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood.99
Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told
reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold
horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in
from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins.
Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance
verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance
we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains
for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains
Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands
for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands!
With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours
beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers
every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation
all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station.
Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink
tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think
how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love
not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove
with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me
were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free!
Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt
Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt
turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart
have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart.
Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true
remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you
guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone
she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones
dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away
nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray.
O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
yes Lord, your warnings I choose to ignore to gain fame and treasure
it cost us Love's truth, gave blood, doom and gloom in equal measure.
I beg you, with your power stop cruel torture, this savage brutal display
for there is no great price that I will not right happily agree to pay
and even unto my death if that be your decision and your divine will
instead of her, let his evil hands my blood, my guts, this night spill
I beseech you, I pray this great mercy, its honor and saving grace
from this hideous old demon, remove my Annabel Lee, her every trace!
Ravenking finally taking notice, hearing old Master Poe's request
laughed that wicked laugh and shouted out -is that, is it your best
that you moan and with futility pray when I have you curse bound
for 'tis I, that gave all the glory and fame your sorry soul ever found.
Ask, but know this, nobody here ever rules over me the mighty Ravenking
for here my powers are absolute and here for every crumb all must sing
here all are condemned and here none may ever leave, all shall remain
such is punishment for greed, lusts and all glory they sought to gain
so now that you have had your pitiful little useless human pleas
you watch, as I break her frail bones by the two's, even by the three's!
At that moment the curtain slowing moved and then it slowing fell
a rustle, a low creak as from behind it a demon strolled out to tell
Act One has now ended, please stay in your seats, soon comes Act Two
Ravenking has promised, it too will be dark and bloody through and through.
In keeping with old Master Poe's legendary image we am to please
so enjoy the show, its horrors and sit back for more at your sweet ease
for none would dare want to miss the gruesome scenes from the next Act
as our wicked show has now only just begun and that is a solid gold fact
Ravenking has brought some friends, fresh from Hades's pits, now unbound
you will be rewarded by their victims and their new agonizing loud sounds!
Act Two, waits from an old and very tired poet to write its dark evil verses
his knowledge of this dark world, just may shed more Light on its many curses
should his poet pen falter and leave you in state of confusion and suspense
remember this, Master Poe's curse, the Raven, the Ravenking are only pretence.
Know Poe's magnificent writings came from genius, inked-sweat from his brow
tho' we may sincerely try gaining fame, its elusive treasures, so few know how
yet our famous old Master Poe has his and truly none can ever take that away
if one reads his fantastic and golden verses, they just may find their own way
just be careful and never make deals that may the dark Ravenking give control
over your heart, mind, life and definitely not your Heaven promised mortal soul!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, (Ninety rhyming verses honoring greatest dark poet, Edgar Allen Poe)
The third poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series.
(2)
*Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*
Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear
We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine danced in your blonde hair,
you my beautiful angel with your graceful style!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.
Was as if an invisible clock rang out its tone,
Its sad chimes echoing through our sweet paradise,
Dawn burst, I rose and found myself all alone,
Knowing never could another lover suffice!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer
Months flew by, your vanishing left merciless marks,
Summer came and went, winter brought even deeper chill,
What was once our world, turned bitter, darker darks,
never again would I find such beauty's sweetest thrill!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Love And Fate's Dark Hand )
Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe from my dedication series
(3)
*Third poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe
She Was His Venus, He Was Her Dear Poe
She was his Venus, he was her dear Poe
they cried, love between us, away we go.
She set bright day into its fiery pace
he gifted wondrous night poetic face
O'that Fate had not both loves thus betrayed
with its fickle powers, to death, one laid.
As too oft, such love is destined its doom
laying beauty too early in its tomb.
Spinning world takes notice when records shows
epic sorrows from dark grievous sent blows
O'that we with compassion, great pain see
empathy, not think, better you than me.
Poe lived on, tho' his dear true love perished
his genius saved not one he so cherished.
This sad tale has been written, oft retold
how love can not be bought, bartered or sold
in its majestic depths, that flame hot burns
shaming dark world, as its evil it spurns.
With pen in hand and his tears falling wet
her poem penned, so all would not forget
Annabel, raving beauty his soulmate
victim of darkness, death and cruelest Fate
That we may marvel, ponder our own life
know we each can be cut by Fate's long knife.
Now history tells us of Poe's great fame
yet almost as great 'tis Annabel's name
Poe's last complete poem told of their love
his inked words gave her glory far above
this world's sad treasures, its darkest of seeds
verses that sing, as each weeping heart bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Rhyme, Third poet honored in my ongoing poet Dedication series,
this one gets three poems instead of just two.
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Note- Friends, I hope you enjoyed this imaginative and horror laced dark tale.
Inspired by the famous and magnificent poetry written by Edgar Allen Poe,
rated third place by me, just barely behind Lord Byron- in 1st place, Percy Bysshe
Shelley in 2nd place in my own personal top ten best poets that ever inked even a verse.
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[Post 936]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2019 09:17 PM
Fourth poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series, Samuel Coleridge.
O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge
"Coleridge" redirects here. For other uses, see Coleridge (disambiguation).
This article is about the early 19th-century English poet. For the late
19th-century British composer, see Samuel Coleridge-Taylor.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge in 1795
Coleridge in 1795
Born 21 October 1772
Ottery St Mary, Devon, Great Britain
Died 25 July 1834 (aged 61)
Highgate, Middlesex, United Kingdom
Occupation Poet, critic, philosopher
Alma mater Jesus College, Cambridge
Literary movement Romanticism
Notable works The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, "Kubla Khan", Christabel
Spouse Sara Fricker
Children Hartley Coleridge
Berkeley Coleridge
Sara Coleridge
Derwent Coleridge
Signature
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (/'ko?l?r?d?/[1]; 21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834)
was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who,
with his friend William Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement
in England and a member of the Lake Poets. He wrote the poems,
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and "Kubla Khan", as well as the major prose
work Biographia Literaria. His critical work, especially on William Shakespeare,
was highly influential, and he helped introduce German idealist philosophy
to English-speaking culture. Coleridge coined many familiar words and phrases,
including suspension of disbelief. He had a major influence on Ralph Waldo
Emerson and on American transcendentalism.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..
Fourth poet in my ongoing dedication series.
Note-- In my first poem,
I am trying to communicate the darkness in this world.
The immense and magical imagination that Coleridge used
in his famous poem, Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
As in wisdom imparted to this modern world and poetic
flights taken in dream be one awake or truly asleep.
Deliver a message in a dream tale..
Persuade the reader that we poets must write our dreams be
they of dark or of light and also entertain with our
poetry. I had planned on when presenting this, including an
excerpt from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner to give at
least part of that to the reader as reference.
I know its not one hundred percent Coleridge but
my goal is to write true poetry , not to mimic the great poets
that I hope to honor in this dedication series.
In my second poem,
I am trying to reveal the precious gifts Nature offers and
how that relief from this dark world is oft a Godsend and
oft creates memories that last a lifetime. Memory gems one
can then summon up, in old age, to soothe a lonely heart,
broken soul or sorrows that come from realizing the end
is nearer now than ever it was before!
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM).
(1.)
O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play,
Poet Dedication Series
O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play
flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts
as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day
walk on Mars, as internal tides create deep shifts,
to make room for imagination and its leaps
within our lives and waning hands of Fate and Time
folding mysteries layers into ashen heaps,
that flee as first frost, its gleaming sparkles sublime
to faeries, elves, ancient forests once held
as kingdoms of gaiety with hordes of golden treasures
such massive wealth as few men have ever beheld
nor dreamed of in their wildest lustful pleasures!
O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.
Alas! Such can not be taken or brought back for man
much the pity, as we wake knowing it was real
as real as our other worldly dreams and life plan
to walk in our blinded bliss and far more Time steal
that nirvana, sated in our dark human greed,
its chasms from which those dancing shadows sprang
to soothe our human lusts and their enormous need
to find something, anything great and immensely strange
from fountains of our darkness that welcome our thought
of beings with their silver shoes and long flung capes
laying dark deeper traps, in which we wish to be caught
bound in chains, with our always so clever escapes!
O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 25 -2018
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number Two - (Inspired by his, Fear In Solitude, poem)
(2.)
A Sweet Fall Visit To A Hidden Paradise
A quiet and hidden place, it aura soft and true
A luscious canopy covered by bright morning dew
Lakeside scenes all about, one can so easily see
Gentle slopes, its flowing hills, glowing gems too
Complete with groups of deer munching away
Nothing to disturb them on this bright Fall day
Over head a lone eagle soars in bluest of blue skies
My private sojourn, such warmth my soul never denies.
Rushing stream, its waters dancing over the rocks
Reminds me of life and its many hard knocks
Of the dark times when pain was the savage norm
Of the trying times when love lost its beautiful form
A green meadow there, lush and invitingly cool
Where I to ignore its gifts, I would be a fool
So gentle do my thoughts come, when resting there
That peace walks on in and suddenly I have not a care.
Joyous music dances across its spacious views
Washing away my hurts, my old lonesome blues
I thank Mother Nature for blessings she has sent
Never disappointed with sweet time there so well spent
Only sadness that comes is when I must say good-byes
My hiking shoes on, I leave paradise and its beautiful skies
Tears well up, my heart aches and sometimes even cries
For leaving brings sorrows, back into dark world with its lies.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 937]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2019 09:21 PM
The fifth poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats
, The fifth poet in my dedication series
Note: From poem titled Flickering As Sparks From Hephaestus's Hammer Blows-- *Hephaestus's hammer*
Hephaestus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters,
craftsmen, artisans, ... Greece, particularly Athens.
The cult of Hephaestus was based in Lemnos. Hephaestus' symbols are
a smith's hammer, anvil, and a pair of tongs.
Parents: Zeus and Hera, or Hera alone Roman equivalent: Vulcan
Consort: Aphrodite, Aglaea Children: Thalia, Eucleia, Eupheme, Philophro...
Hephaestus in popular culture · Aglaea · Thalia (nymph) · Cabeiri
(1.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series
Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard
At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into high gear
through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear
yet as black ink falls onto waiting page
poetry births wisdom, oft like a sage.
As word bullets penetrate this dark world
deep chaos is oft far away hurled.
The sad sky vanishes into that void
healing comes to life that Fate has toyed
and joy brings in its happiest of feasts
so vanquishing the cruelest of great beasts.
At the start comes, just a solitary word.
Oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-27-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats
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(2.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series
Flickering As Sparks From Hephaestus's Hammer Blows
Rainbow lake, its flashing colors vividly seen
under adoring sun and at Nature's behest
majestic beauty to behold none could demean
compares as, red to the rose at its very best!
Sandy white beach shores, one gasps in reverent all
as fluttering willows bend in that graceful way
greater still multi-colors surrounding in Fall
Nature's masterpiece gifted, no demands to pay!
Beneath moonlight and its accompanying glows
fireflies over waters casting a brilliant sheen
flickering as sparks from Hephaestus's hammer blows
splendor far more beautiful than a peacock's preen!
This treasure, gifted us, by both Nature and God.
Enjoyed by young poet with pen and fishing rod.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2019
SONNET, ( How a poet writes)
Honoring John Keats
!. *Hephaestus's hammer*
Hephaestus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus
Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters,
craftsmen, artisans, ... Greece, particularly Athens.
The cult of Hephaestus was based in Lemnos. Hephaestus' symbols are
a smith's hammer, anvil, and a pair of tongs.
Parents?: ?Zeus? and ?Hera?, or Hera alone Roman equivalent?: ?Vulcan
Consort?: ?Aphrodite?, ?Aglaea Children?: ?Thalia?, ?Eucleia?, ?Eupheme?, ?Philophro...
?Hephaestus in popular culture · ?Aglaea · ?Thalia (nymph) · ?Cabeiri
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(3.) Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series
An Old Poet's Saddest Lament
Never again shall I make art's high mark
this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark
could the masses wake to walk in the light
and with illumination regain sight,
walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all
ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls.
Alas! That dark shadow grows day by day
blinding eyes as it dances its harsh way
into human thought, zeal to attain ease
expanding darker lusts do as one please,
waste human brainpower's seed, man's great gifts
wallow in ignorance, hate what uplifts.
Never again shall I make art's high mark
this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark
could the masses wake to walk in the light
and with illumination regain sight,
walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all
ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls.
Robert J. Lindley, 2- 02-2019
Rhyme, ( On the sad fall of love of literature
and poetry, from that of a century ago)
Third poem honoring John Keats..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 938]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-18-2019 06:55 AM
Emily Dickinson, is the sixth poet honored in my dedication series.-Tyr
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Poet's Notes
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
Daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847; the only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson after childhood[1]
Born Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
December 10, 1830
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Died May 15, 1886 (aged 55)
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Occupation Poet
Alma mater Mount Holyoke Female Seminary
Notable works List of Emily Dickinson poems
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.
Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.
Some argue that Dickinson lived much of her life in reclusive isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.[2]
While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.[3] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Her poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[4] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.
Although Dickinson's acquaintances were most likely aware of her writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Dickinson's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of her work became apparent to the public. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, though both heavily edited the content. A 1998 New York Times article revealed that of the many edits made to Dickinson's work, the name "Susan" was often deliberately removed. At least 11 of Dickinson's poems were dedicated to sister-in-law Susan Huntington Gilbert Dickinson, though all the dedications were obliterated, presumably by Todd.[5] A complete, and mostly unaltered, collection of her poetry became available for the first time when scholar Thomas H. Johnson published The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1955.
(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Morn's dew adds luster to romantic skins
my darling, now rest of our lives begins
in this our joy renews our dearest hope
that we waited, choosing not to elope.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Soon we shall entwine in our bliss, love's bed
live true our blessing because we have wed
within God's grace, we will bear ripest fruit
allow Love and Hope to take deeper root.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2019
Rhyme, ( Golden Bliss Of Love's Luscious Bounty)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
(II)
Such Beauty, Could Only Be Divinely Crafted
Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact
Her aura casting forth winds that so soothe
Glory divinely cast, none could retract
Her song and dance both so pleasantly smooth.
An angel sent down to earth to relay
Promised words that broken lives may save
Nightmares from bleeding from night into day
As dark, roaming shadows of ashen grey.
Her smile giving warmth to tormented souls
She loving all with Love, her gentle touch
Pure waters poured from angelic bowls
A soft kiss given to those needing such.
Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact.
Glory divinely cast, none could retract.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2019
Sonnet, ( Composed as a Emily Dickinson dedication poem)
(III.)
As Sad Echoing Moans Fill Empty Halls
I hold the hurt, embrace its deepest cuts
to feel even a small part of your love.
Tho' your love was full of ifs, and's and but's
I thought you would stay, when push came to shove.
You gone, I reside in this vacant tomb
your night's loving no longer keeps me warm.
You ran away, ending life from your womb
thus did us both, eternal pain and harm.
I cry because, this world gives no relief
as sad echoing moans fill empty halls.
This nightmare, agony of disbelief
forever haunts my soul with empty calls!
With my life now in total disarray.
For love's return, I now sincerely pray.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Love's Deepest Pain)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
Part One of three dedicated to Dickinson.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
My most recent addition to my ongoing famous poets dedication series..
The sixth poet to be honored, Emily Dickinson is now recognized for her magnificent poetry.
Three poems in Part One, are dedicated to one of the best female poets that ever lived.. -Tyr
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[Post 939]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-21-2019 08:32 PM
Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series
(1.)
What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand
As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down
turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread
in my sorrows, love and future dreams soon did drown.
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
Days before she had wrote sweet words to hurry to her aid
her perfumed letter, its scent sent me into passion's glow
within that waking dream, I knew we both had it made
little did I know, her sweet caring letter was just for show.
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
At her place, I was met by two heavily armed men
each a dagger and a sword hanging from their belt
from their hateful looks, I knew they wanted my skin
and in that thought, I now knew how she must have felt.
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
Rushing across the meadow to our favorite oak tree
I turn to fight my attackers, thinking her life to save
next I saw her racing to us, she racing to be with me
she got there, she ordered both men to rush to kill me!
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
Then she cursed me for having left her there alone
a dagger she puled from her long black cloak
with pure hate in her eyes, her heart turned to stone
she screamed, when you left my heart you broke!
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
The fight ended with both my attackers down and dead
filled with joy as neither had even gave me a scratch
I never even saw her as she stabbed back of my head
I chose her for her fire, thinking O' what a great catch!
Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale: With Love Destroyed, Betrayal Too Late Seen )
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series
(2.)
Yet Something In The Breeze Tried To Wake Me To See
Something about the moon was dark and spine chilling
the night was hot and her beauty had me love feeling
our tryst was steamy and her passionate favors to die for
I knew not, she was a temptress for Hades dark shores!
Her singing had set both my heart and my soul afire
of being with her, I just knew I would never ever tire
yet something in the breeze tried to wake me to see
this evil vixen wanted something most precious to me!
Waking just before dawn, as light revealed her face
I saw truth and it was my soul she wanted to replace
then her eyes opened and her sardonic smile came
she saying, you are now the prey caught in my game!
I rose to run away but her claws dug into my legs
her hideous scream came, kind that makes one beg
ripping loose, I made my way to the meadow field
swearing never again to my dark lusts ever yield!
Falling from my bed, I laugh at what a bad dream
thinking that nightmare, so very real it had seemed
then I looked down and saw blood dripping its red
I felt the gash and knew I was a ghost already dead!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Was it All Truly Just A Dream)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series
(3.)
There's More To The Old Forest Than Its Ancient Trees
As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees
there's more to the old forest than its ancient trees
mystery in places, savagery in its nights
more than just imagination, it hides from sight!
Yet such does not negate its most beautiful gifts
its Autumn colors, songbirds notes that so uplifts
bounty of its harvests, peace it oft can instill
calm that one can may find, treasures that oft so thrill.
Tho' darkness lurks there deep and hides its evil ways
one can visit its truth, find self most any day
walk along its well worn trails and about life muse
all of its many wonders, in this dark world use!
As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees.
There's more to the old forest than its ancient trees.
Robert J. Lindley, 1- 18-2019
Sonnet, ( Amazing That This Dark World, Has Such Beauty In Its Forests)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, in poet dedication series
(4.)
From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything
Creeping thick fog has dimmed my view of morn's resplendent lake
so dreary is life's sorrows, more than this sad soul can take
yet tomorrow promises mysteries that leap from the dark
tho' my life's worries have wrinkled my skin like Sycamore bark.
Night shall come, with its agonies crying to be unbound
as its bellowing howls screech out, horrendous gasping sounds
very soon midnight moon will swallow up my despondent soul
spitting it out as fragmented black-stained pieces of the whole!
God forbid! That from this nightmare I never dare to wake
to that of Life, dear sweet Love, I never again partake
and from morbid sunken state, my heart crumble and be no more
fallen into heaps of crushed bones, spilled blood and ghastly gore!
Woe! The epic pains such broken-heart images dare'st tonight bring
From weeping tears, no longer shall joy find in heart anything.
Robert J. Lindley, 2- 12-2019
Sonnet, ( The Sad Depths Of Sorrow's Deep Epic Pains)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poets dedication series..
Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 204
Total # Words: 148
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[Post 940]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-23-2019 11:27 AM
Soon to be posted at my home poetry site .....-Tyr
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth
Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys some made
I see long lines trekking through hell's gate as if on parade!
Lo! Great and dooming are the vain vanities of mankind
Blindness, racing ahead not seen they are falling behind
Appetites for darkness and immense greed, they think are needs
They indulge lusts, oft by making innocent humans bleed!
Alas! Dark lust, evil culprit, deeply woven within
Tempting powers grown massively by rewards of past sins
As these ghosts cry out their sorrowful and tragic tales
I hear in the not too distant background, hell's ringing bells!
As I bid one and all a merry and thoughtful goodbye
Into one great crowd they gathered, all with tearful sad eyes!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2019
Sonnet, ( Man, As The Sad And Fallen Creature)
Dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poet dedication series.
Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 196
Total # #Words: 142
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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(2.)
Those Deep Moaning About Life's Many Curses, Its Hardest Hits
Those that beg for Herculean body and Socratic mind
I pray reading these verses you think them not too, too unkind
Nothing bad about imagination and cherished desires
Such is mighty fuel that kindles ambition's hottest fires!
Those caring about not being fleet of foot and stout of heart
Or beautiful in appearance and raving as genius smart
Fear not, for such gifts of flesh are but foolish fantasy gold
Too oft disappearing when your human container grows old!
Those deep moaning about life's many curses, its hardest hits
Wading in its nasty cesspools, and in its blackest of pits
Be of good cheer, if your blind soul can accept these wizened words
Open your eyes, sing about love, stop tramping along in herds.
So you got cherished Herculean body, Socratic mind
Have fun stumbling through miserable life while still stone-cold blind!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2019
Sonnet in Fifteen, ( Truth About Man As A Fallen creature)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Fyre, poets dedication series.
Syllables Per Line: 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15
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Total # # Words: 142
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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(3.)
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Yet time came that love cracked my shell
Freeing me from my living hell
As Light and Truth fought off the dark
To please I tried to make my mark
Alas! She demanded so much more
Wanting Oceans and all their Shores.
Soon I saw she was a deep trap
My weakness her false love did tap
Her claws razor sharp and dug in
Her lies told me she was no friend
I left on a hot July day
From her darkness, far, far away.
I lived only a decade more
Heart healed from jagged hole she tore
She found me on a cool June morn
Convinced me, her heart too, was torn
Passionate love, we made that night
She killed me before dawn's first light!
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale Of How Darkness Oft Deceives, Masquerading As Love And Light)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poets dedication series.
Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 210
NOTE :
Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep)
was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark
in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth,
despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate
enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power)
so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing
grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living.
Links-
(1.)
https://allpoetry.com/Mary-Frye
(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(4.)
Sometimes I Can Not Help But To Fall Down And Weep
Her soul looks down at tombstone standing all alone
her heart was far bigger than a blue Texas sky
we had prayed to God, her death he would postpone
when heaven denied, we dared not to ask why.
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Sometimes I can not help but to fall down and weep
releasing deep pain searing this sorrowing soul
I know her image will appear in my sleep
since her death, this sad heart has never been whole!
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2019
Alternating rhyme, repeated stanza,
( Now two years and three weeks gone)
poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye
famous poets dedication series
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11 0 12 12 11 11
Total # Syllables: 184
Total # Words: 142
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Use this for the blog on Frye.....
http://www.thehypertexts.com/Mary%20Elizabeth%20Frye%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm
The HyperTexts
Mary Elizabeth Frye: Poetry, Analysis and Bio
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) was an American poet who remains known today almost exclusively for a single poem―a curtal sonnet of just twelve lines―and yet it just may be the most popular poem in the English language!
"Do not stand at my grave and weep" is a consoling Holocaust poem and elegy with an interesting genesis, since it was written by a Baltimore housewife who lacked a formal education and had quite possibly never written poetry before, and certainly none of note. When her mysterious sonnet was named Britain's most popular poem in a 1996 poll―despite not having been one of the critics' nominations!―an unlettered orphan girl had seemingly surpassed all England's ivory towerists in the public's estimation. Although the poem's origin was disputed for some time (it had been attributed to Native American and other sources), Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after investigative research by Abigail Van Buren, the newspaper columnist better known as "Dear Abby." The version of the poem below was published by The Times and The Sunday Times in Frye's obituaries on November 5, 2004:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
ANALYSIS. Frye's sonnet is a bit of a rule-breaker! Most English
sonnets have fourteen lines, but hers has only twelve, making it
a curtal sonnet. Most English sonnets are written in
iambic pentameter, with ten syllables per line, but hers is
written mostly in loose iambic tetrameter, or perhaps irregula
r meter, with mainly eight syllables per line. Only line seven has
the traditional ten syllables. Furthermore, Frye's sonnet is
written in unorthodox rhyming couplets―known as heroic couplets―with
the rhyme scheme AABBCCDDEEFF. The opening and closing couplets
consist of imperatives in eight monosyllables, which give them a
note of authority: DO NOT stand at my GRAVE and WEEP, / I am NOT t
here; I DO NOT SLEEP / ... DO NOT stand at my GRAVE and CRY,
/ I am NOT there; I DID NOT DIE. The other lines have softer,
more consoling sounds, with their images of swirling winds,
glistening snow, ripening grain, gently falling autumn rain,
birds rising in quiet flight, and stars shining softly at night.
The poem seems to function in three distinct parts: (1) I am not
in my grave, so don't weep for me there. (2) Here are the encouraging
places where you can continue to find me. (3) I reaffirm that I
am not in my grave, nor am I dead, so don't weep for me there.
Here is a printable version of the poem: Mary Elizabeth Frye's
"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" which is not copyrighted and
is thus in the public domain. Frey never copyrighted the poem
because she believed that it "belonged to the world."
Facts about the Poem and Mary Elizabeth Frye
compiled by Michael R. Burch
An earlier version of the poem, believed to be the original
or closer to it, appears at the bottom of this page. The poem
is sometimes referred to as "I Am" because of the repetition
of the biblical phrase within the poem.
A 1996, a Bookworm poll resulted in 30,000 "write in" votes for
the un-nominated poem, making it Great Britain's favorite poem,
from "out of blue nothing." The poem has been read at funerals
and other memorial services, including those for the Challenger
space shuttle, the Lockerbie bombing and the 9-11 terror attack
on New York's twin towers.
The poet was born Mary Elizabeth Clark in Dayton, Ohio on
November 13, 1905. She was orphaned at age three and moved to
Baltimore when she was twelve. Although she had had no formal
education, she was an avid reader and possessed a remarkable memory.
She married Claud Frye in 1927, becoming Mary Elizabeth Frye. He
ran a clothing business while she kept house and grew and sold flowers.
Frye wrote the poem in 1932. As far as we know, she had never
written any poetry before, but the plight of a young German
Jewish woman, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who was staying with her
at the time, inspired her. Her young houseguest had been deeply
concerned about her mother, who was too old and crippled and
ill to leave Germany, but she was unable to go to her mother's
aid because of the rabid anti-Semitism that was erupting into
what later became known as the Holocaust. When she received news
that her mother had died, the heartbroken young woman told Frye
in despair that she had never had the chance to “stand by my
mother’s grave and shed a tear.” Frye found herself composing the
poem on a ripped-off section of a brown paper shopping bag. She
said that the words “just came to her” and expressed what she felt
about life and death. When she showed the poem to her young charge,
she prized it greatly, saying that she would keep it forever.
Frye circulated the poem privately. Because she never published or
copyrighted it, there is no definitive version. Frye continued to
write, often to support animal charities, but none of her subsequent
work matched the impact of her first piece. It was her first poem,
written in a burst of compassion, that endured and became famous.
The poem was first introduced to many Britons when it was read by
the father of a young soldier, Stephen Jeffrey Cummins, who had been
killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. The soldier's father read the
poem on BBC radio in 1995 in remembrance of his son, after having
found it in an envelope addressed "To all my loved ones" in his
son's personal effects.
Mary Frye died on September 15, 2004, at age 98. In its obituary
The Times wrote: "The verse demonstrated a remarkable power to
soothe loss. It became popular, crossing national boundaries for
use on bereavement cards and at funerals regardless of race,
religion or social status."
There is an illustrated book of the poem with ink drawings for each line.
To coincide with National Poetry Day 1996, the British favorite book
program, the BBC's Bookworm, conducted a poll to discover the nation's
favorite poems and "Do not stand at my grave and weep" was one of
the most favored poems. As Geoff Stephens explained, "In 1996, BBC TV's
Bookworm ran a competition to discover the nation's favorite poems,
which were published in The Nation's Favourite Poems (BBC Worldwide Books,
1996). Auberon Waugh called it 'the best popular anthology ever printed
in Britain.' In the book's preface, 'almost apologetically,' editor
Gryff Rees-Jones states: 'the unexpected poetry success of the year
from Bookworm's point of view … provoked an extraordinary response …
the requests started coming in almost immediately and over the following
weeks the demand rose to a total of some thirty thousand … its origins
remain a mystery. In some respects it became the nation's favourite poem
by proxy and, despite it being outside the competition, we have decide
to include it here, in prime, first past the post, poll position.'"
The version immediately below was taken from page 62 of a memorial
service document for the United Spanish War Veterans service held
at Portland USA, on 11 September 1938 (the '40th Encampment') published
by the US Congress in early 1939. The text is:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there—I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush
I am the swift-up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there—I did not die.
The text below has been said to be the original version of the poem.
While it is speculative to suggest that a poem "came from God," the
Hebrew name for God, YHWH, is believed to mean something like "I am"
or "I am that I am" ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I do not die
Frye never copyrighted the poem, which leaves it in the public domain.
Her explanation: "I thought it belonged to the world; it didn't belong
to me. I still feel that way … it was written out of love, for comfort.
If I took money for it, it would lose its value ... maybe I'm a nut."
Of course the contraction "I'm" is yet another "I am."
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[Post 941]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-24-2019 11:49 AM
This has now been chosen as Poem of the Week at my home poetry site..
Which is a great honor since the site has added a few thousand poems from all around the world- each and every week!--Tyr
Emily Dickinson, is the sixth poet honored in my dedication series.-Tyr
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Poet's Notes
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
Daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847; the only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson after childhood[1]
Born Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
December 10, 1830
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Died May 15, 1886 (aged 55)
Amherst, Massachusetts, US
Occupation Poet
Alma mater Mount Holyoke Female Seminary
Notable works List of Emily Dickinson poems
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.
Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.
Some argue that Dickinson lived much of her life in reclusive isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.[2]
While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.[3] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Her poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[4] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.
Although Dickinson's acquaintances were most likely aware of her writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Dickinson's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of her work became apparent to the public. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, though both heavily edited the content. A 1998 New York Times article revealed that of the many edits made to Dickinson's work, the name "Susan" was often deliberately removed. At least 11 of Dickinson's poems were dedicated to sister-in-law Susan Huntington Gilbert Dickinson, though all the dedications were obliterated, presumably by Todd.[5] A complete, and mostly unaltered, collection of her poetry became available for the first time when scholar Thomas H. Johnson published The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1955.
(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await
Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Morn's dew adds luster to romantic skins
my darling, now rest of our lives begins
in this our joy renews our dearest hope
that we waited, choosing not to elope.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Soon we shall entwine in our bliss, love's bed
live true our blessing because we have wed
within God's grace, we will bear ripest fruit
allow Love and Hope to take deeper root.
Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2019
Rhyme, ( Golden Bliss Of Love's Luscious Bounty)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
(II)
Such Beauty, Could Only Be Divinely Crafted
Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact
Her aura casting forth winds that so soothe
Glory divinely cast, none could retract
Her song and dance both so pleasantly smooth.
An angel sent down to earth to relay
Promised words that broken lives may save
Nightmares from bleeding from night into day
As dark, roaming shadows of ashen grey.
Her smile giving warmth to tormented souls
She loving all with Love, her gentle touch
Pure waters poured from angelic bowls
A soft kiss given to those needing such.
Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact.
Glory divinely cast, none could retract.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2019
Sonnet, ( Composed as a Emily Dickinson dedication poem)
(III.)
As Sad Echoing Moans Fill Empty Halls
I hold the hurt, embrace its deepest cuts
to feel even a small part of your love.
Tho' your love was full of ifs, and's and but's
I thought you would stay, when push came to shove.
You gone, I reside in this vacant tomb
your night's loving no longer keeps me warm.
You ran away, ending life from your womb
thus did us both, eternal pain and harm.
I cry because, this world gives no relief
as sad echoing moans fill empty halls.
This nightmare, agony of disbelief
forever haunts my soul with empty calls!
With my life now in total disarray.
For love's return, I now sincerely pray.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Love's Deepest Pain)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
Part One of three dedicated to Dickinson.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
My most recent addition to my ongoing famous poets dedication series..
The sixth poet to be honored, Emily Dickinson is now recognized for her magnificent poetry.
Three poems in Part One, are dedicated to one of the best female poets that ever lived.. -Tyr
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[Post 942]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-02-2019 10:55 AM
Now presented at my home poetry site.
Part One of Two..--Tyr
Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored Part One
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NOTE :
Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep)
was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark
in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth,
despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate
enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power)
so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing
grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living.
Links-
(1.)
https://allpoetry.com/Mary-Frye
(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye
Part One of Two
Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One
(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth
Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys some made
I see long lines trekking through hell's gate as if on parade!
Lo! Great and dooming are the vain vanities of mankind
Blindness, racing ahead not seen they are falling behind
Appetites for darkness and immense greed, they think are needs
They indulge lusts, oft by making innocent humans bleed!
Alas! Dark lust, evil culprit, deeply woven within
Tempting powers grown massively by rewards of past sins
As these ghosts cry out their sorrowful and tragic tales
I hear in not too distant background, hell's loud ringing bells!
As I bid one and all a merry and thoughtful goodbye
Into one great crowd they gathered, all with tearful sad eyes!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2019
Sonnet, ( Man, As The Sad And Fallen Creature)
Dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poet dedication series.
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(2.)
Those Deep Moaning About Life's Many Curses, Its Hardest Hits
Those that beg for Herculean body and Socratic mind
I pray reading these verses you think them not too, too unkind
Nothing bad about imagination and cherished desires
Such is mighty fuel that kindles ambition's hottest fires!
Those caring about not being fleet of foot and stout of heart
Or beautiful in appearance and raving as genius smart
Fear not, for such gifts of flesh are but foolish fantasy gold
Too oft disappearing when your human container grows old!
Those deep moaning about life's many curses, its hardest hits
Wading in its nasty cesspools, and in its blackest of pits
Be of good cheer, if your blind soul can accept these wizened words
Open your eyes, sing about love, stop tramping along in herds.
So you got cherished Herculean body, Socratic mind
Have fun stumbling through miserable life while still stone-cold blind!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2019
Sonnet in Fifteen, ( Truth About Man As A Fallen creature)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Fyre, poets dedication series.
Syllables Per Line: 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 210
Total # # Words: 142
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[Post 943]
Author : High_Plains_Drifter
Date : 03-02-2019 03:52 PM
Have you ever had any of your poetry published, brother Tyr?
I think you should if not.
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[Post 944]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-02-2019 04:50 PM
Have you ever had any of your poetry published, brother Tyr?
I think you should if not.
Yes, I have. I gave away to publish 14 poems to Kim Bond, to advance a Christian charity.
She I believe used all 14 poems I gave her. Below is two link and the names of the book.
1...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25222908-creator
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I also many years ago gave away to two different singers lyric poems, that each requested permission to record--but I forget their names.
And gave to another poem to a famous South African composer to include in his new Opera he was composing.
Thank you for reading and your kind compliment my friend.
I've been told that over a hundred times by other poets on my poetry site, many of them with their books already published
but I never seem to get around to ever selecting and publishing any of my over 2,000 poems.
I guess my vanity has never rose to that level.. Tyr
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[Post 945]
Author : High_Plains_Drifter
Date : 03-02-2019 05:08 PM
Yes, I have. I gave away to publish 14 poems to Kim Bond, to advance a Christian charity.
She I believe used all 14 poems I gave her. Below is two link and the names of the book.
I also many years ago gave away to two different singers lyric poems, that each requested permission to record--but I forget their names.
And gave to another poem to a famous South African composer, Peter Klatzow, to include in his new Opera he was composing.
1.
http://www.music.uct.ac.za/sacm/staff/fulltime/eProfessors/PeterKlatzow
2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Klatzow
Thank you for reading and your kind compliment my friend.
I've been told that over a hundred times by other poets on my poetry site, many of them with their books already published
but I never seem to get around to ever selecting and publishing any of my over 2,000 poems.
I guess my vanity has never rose to that level.. Tyr
I do read your stuff, you're good, bro. I enjoy it.
I might make an honest entry myself someday. I used to dabble in some poetry way back in the day.
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[Post 946]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-02-2019 05:42 PM
I do read your stuff, you're good, bro. I enjoy it.
I might make an honest entry myself someday. I used to dabble in some poetry way back in the day.
Thanks. Please do post your poetry here my friend. My favorite poetry form is sonnets but all forms I enjoy..-Tyr
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[Post 947]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-11-2019 01:54 PM
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn, Part Two, Mary Elizabeth Frye,
Poet Dedication Series
Note- syllable count poems three and four
(3)Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Words: 210
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http://www.thehypertexts.com/Mary%20Elizabeth%20Frye%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm
The HyperTexts
Mary Elizabeth Frye: Poetry, Analysis and Bio
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(3.)
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Yet time came that love cracked my shell
Freeing me from my living hell
As Light and Truth fought off the dark
To please I tried to make my mark
Alas! She demanded so much more
Wanting Oceans and all their Shores.
Soon I saw she was a deep trap
My weakness her false love did tap
Her claws razor sharp and dug in
Her lies told me she was no friend
I left on a hot July day
From her darkness, far, far away.
I lived only a decade more
Heart healed from jagged hole she tore
She found me on a cool June morn
Convinced me, her heart too, was torn
Passionate love, we made that night
She killed me before dawn's first light!
Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale Of How Darkness Oft Deceives, Masquerading As Love And Light)
dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poets dedication series.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
NOTE :
Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep)
was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark
in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth,
despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate
enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power)
so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing
grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living.
Links-
(1.)
https://allpoetry.com/Mary-Frye
(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem
(4.)
Sometimes I Can Not Help But To Fall Down And Weep
Her soul looks down at tombstone standing all alone
her heart was far bigger than a blue Texas sky
we had prayed to God, her death he would postpone
when heaven denied, we dared not to ask why.
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Sometimes I can not help but to fall down and weep
releasing deep pain searing this sorrowing soul
I know her image will appear in my sleep
since her death, this sad heart has never been whole!
Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2019
Alternating rhyme, repeated stanza,
Our mother,(Now two years and three weeks gone)
- this poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye
famous poets dedication series
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[Post 948]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-12-2019 09:00 PM
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One
Notes:Poem stats..
Stats:
Poem number- I.
Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Poem number- II.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-9-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 132
Total # Words: 111
Poem number III.
Robert J. Lindley, started 11-09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 148
Total # Words: 111
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Bio links
1. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/elizabeth-barrett-browning
2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning
3. https://www.notablebiographies.com/Br-Ca/Browning-Elizabeth-Barrett.html
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One
I.
O' Man Of Perishable Earth
O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart
O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen from above
O' slave of perishable earth
where flees thy precious time
Thy days toil, pitiful its worth
living such sad curse a crime
O' fool of hottest desires
where flows thy craving lusts
Thy heart, consumed by its fires
as truth confesses life unjust
O' gambler of life's all
where slips thy evil blade
Thy voice, its wicked call
in arrogance, its treasures made
O' wastrel of blessed hours
where leaps thy sordid bones
Thy hope but black-rain showers
ringing out as evil tones
O' death of this sad life
where lays thy weary hand
Thy sting, its stab a sharp knife
its final release oft grand
Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
II.
Beyond The Farmyard, Huge Bright Green Pastures Loom
I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered,
there is warmth in this old barn and its deep stalls
this place fine, inside comforting cypress walls.
Here the wood has some splinters, the floor some straw
opened each end, from morn's fresh clean air I draw,
breath that sustains me and praise to be alive
view of this world, makes me glad to be alive.
Beyond the farmyard, huge bright-green pastures loom
my being sent there, I think is not my doom,
for cool breeze blows and glowing sun shines my way
no worries, so glorious is each new day.
I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-09-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
III.
Slowly, The Ebb Of Time's Washing Tides Subside
The cold granite watches my well worn path
Its invisible eyes seeking much more
Than man's darkest pride and ever vengeful wrath
That damns high rolling seas and cold rocky shore.
The beating sun soon births its seething heat
While my mind seeks much more in this foray
I staggered too far for a silent retreat
Cast too many spears to ask for a delay.
The night finds sore feet still trudging forward
Carrying now a vagabond, a fool
Ever the fruitless search yet ever onward
Life's hardest lessons come from pain's toughest school.
Slowly, the ebb of time's washing tides subside
And darkness truly fell, as this soul then died.
Robert J. Lindley, started 11- 09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Parts Two And Three, Honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Notes: Poems stats
(4.)
Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2018
Sonnet, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series
(5.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-09-2019
Rhyme, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 300
(6.)
Robert J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 2019
Sonnet, ( Life is about choices made and paths taken)
Dedication honoring my eight poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 114
(7.)
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2019
Rhyme, ( Repetition and Unification)
( A Tale of Fated Darkness On Display )
Dedication, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:
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0 12 12 11 11 11 12
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Total # Words: 204
(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts
Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!
As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and minds
soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes
and soon dance dark shadows upon the blinds!
As midnight hours call in more darkened hosts
sorrows leap forth promising no reprieve
you find searing pains that weeping soul roasts
far too much truth for pleading to relieve!
Slow flows a river of doubt and regret.
Cavernous echoes one can not forget.
(5.)
O' That Truth And Light Their Shining Rays Cast
In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my bones, rested what was heart driven
with its power, Heaven's bliss is striven
to destroy world's influence, its sad dark
immerse me, tighter than an oak tree's bark.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my eyes, beauty that has been hidden
comes so my darkness will soon be ridden
yet there is more than just this immense gift
love found a new home, to sweet life uplift
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my mind, blissful treasures are now stored
days and nights are great, never am I bored
For Love kindles fires that bake loving pies
truest of pleasure, devoid of life's black-lies
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my heart, loves great temple shines its gold
as morning air breathes her kisses resold
For merest pittance of my feeble charms
she wraps me glorious nights in her arms
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
(6.)
Roll Over, Play Dead, Or Win By Your Own Device
You have no sword to Gordian knot cut
moaning heart stirring to gain Loving fruits
days in a haze, life an expanding rut
oft you want to face, as firing squad shoots!
You have no rope to tie racing desires
as weeping soul, demands your striking back
at hurts, the pains of unfulfilled fires
and find way to corral life back on track.
You have no Aladdin's lamp to soft rub
as desperate mind seeks winning escape
Try as you may, your spirit needs a scrub
and course you fly, you need a hero's cape!
You have three choices, each one a great sacrifice
Roll over, play dead, or win by your own device!
(7.)
Alas, Such Sorrows Were My Predestined Fate
As her love ate soft marrow from my weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured me because I too was never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.
As her sexual hunger tore flesh piece by piece
her power grew as I begged for my release
from crushing grasp and sharpest of shredding teeth
I imprisoned in her dark lair far beneath
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.
As her immense greed demanded fresher human meat
she brought another so we could die as we greet
at my louder screams she laughed with hearty glee
for her new victim, Love once promised to me
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
And being so bound, now one other could relate.
As her love ate soft marrow from our weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured us because we too were never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
Our being so bound, now no others could relate.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Finished at last!! -Tyr
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[Post 949]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-20-2019 10:23 AM
Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total syllables: 168
Total # Words: 110
Note:
1. Colossus*
definition: Colossus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus
Colossus, Colossos, or the plural Colossi, comes from the Ancient Greek κολοσσ?ς meaning a giant statue, and may refer to: ..
2. Zeus*:
Zeus - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeus
Zeus is the of sky, thunder, law, order, and eternal fire in ancient Greek religion, who rules as king of the gods of Mount Olympus.
His name is cognate with the ...
Siblings: Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Dem... Parents: Cronus and Rhea
Symbol: Thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak Roman equivalent: Jupiter
3. Vincenzo de’ Rossi*
https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincenzo_de%27_Rossi
Vincenzo de 'Rossi , also called Vincenzo Rossi from Fiesole ( Fiesole , 1525 - Florence , 1587 ), was an Italian sculptor .
He began his career following Baccio Bandinelli , around 1534 . In 1546 , considering his apprenticeship concluded, he moved to Rome,
where he received his first individual commission in 1547 for a statue of Young Christ with Saint Joseph , placed in a chapel of
the Pantheon , commissioned by the Accademia dei Virtuosi al Pantheon , a society of artists similar to the Academy of San Luca.
4. Cosimo I de’ Medici's*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosimo_de%27_Medici
Cosimo di Giovanni de' Medici, called "the Elder" (Italian: il Vecchio) and posthumously "Father of the Fatherland"
(Latin: pater patriae) (27 September 1389 – 1 August 1464), was an Italian banker and politician, the first member
of the Medici political dynasty that served as de facto rulers of Florence during much of the Italian Renaissance.
Despite his influence, his power was not absolute; Florence's legislative councils at times resisted his proposals
throughout his life, and he was always viewed as primus inter pares ("first among equals") rather than an autocrat.[1]
His power derived from his wealth as a banker, and he was a great patron of learning, the arts and architecture.[2]
5. Bargello Palace*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bargello
The Bargello, also known as the Palazzo del Bargello, Museo Nazionale del Bargello, or Palazzo del Popolo
(Palace of the People), is a former barracks and prison, now an art museum, in Florence, Italy.
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Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved stone, by sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold
A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands
His tales endure and will forever be told
Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded
Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled
As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 950]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-21-2019 08:10 AM
A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods,
honoring tenth poet in my poet dedication series Frank Stanton
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lebby_Stanton
Frank Lebby Stanton
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Frank Lebby Stanton
Frank Lebby Stanton cr.jpg
Born February 22, 1857
Charleston, South Carolina, United States
Died January 7, 1927 (aged 69)
Atlanta, Georgia
Pen name Frank L. Stanton
Frank Stanton
F. L. Stanton
Occupation Poet, lyricist, columnist
Literary movement Early Southern Renaissance
Notable works "Just Awearyin' for You"
"Mighty Like a Rose"
""Morning"
Frank Lebby Stanton (February 22, 1857 – January 7, 1927),[1]
frequently credited as Frank L. Stanton, Frank Stanton or F. L. Stanton,
was an American lyricist.
He was also the initial columnist for the Atlanta Constitution and
became the first poet laureate of the State of Georgia, a post to
which he was appointed by Governor Clifford Walker in 1925 and which
Stanton held until his death.[2]
Eminence
Stanton was born in Charleston, South Carolina, to Valentine Stanton
(a printer, Confederate soldier, and farmer) and his wife
Catherine Rebecca Parry Stanton, whose father owned a plantation on
Kiawah Island. From early childhood he was influenced by the hymns of
Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley and was reared in the Methodist Episcopal Church,
South. After starting school in Savannah, Georgia, Frank Lebby Stanton found
his education cut off by the American Civil War. At the age of 12 he became
apprenticed to a printer, a position which allowed him to enter the
newspaper business. In 1887 he met Leone Josey while he was working for the
Smithville News; they married and, in 1888, moved to Rome, Georgia, where
Frank Lebby Stanton had received an offer from John Temple Graves to serve
as night editor for the Rome Tribune. With encouragement from Joel Chandler Harris,
Stanton in 1889 switched to the Atlanta Constitution (where for a few months he
worked for Henry W. Grady prior to Grady's death), and began to focus more on
writing editorials and columns, a newspaper role which he filled from then until
Stanton's death in 1927.[3] Stanton's writing became quite popular and
assiduously read. His column News from Billville (later Up from Georgia) forms
the basis for claims that he was even the prototype for American newspaper columnists.
[4] Frank Lebby Stanton died, aged 69, in Atlanta, Georgia. He and Leone Josey Stanton
were survived by their children—Marcelle Stanton Megahee and Frank Lebby Stanton Jr.[5]
Stanton circa 1892
Verse
Frank Lebby Stanton's verse is marked by simplicity and charm as well as
sentimentality which was then en vogue. His poems include a number which
he wrote in dialect, a challenge for which he had special knack, such as
"Mighty Lak a Rose" (which was set to music by Ethelbert Nevin [1862-1901]).
The music for "A Plantation Ditty" (first line "De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top")
by Stanton was composed by Sidney Homer.[6] Several of Stanton's ballads were
set to music by Oley Speaks.[7] Possibly Stanton's most successful hit in
popular music was his lyrics for the wildly selling 1901 parlor song
"Awearyin' for You" for which Carrie Jacobs-Bond provided the familiar tune.
[8] "Linger Not" and "Until God's Day" are two other songs on which
tanton and Jacobs-Bond collaborated.[9]
Productivity
According to the Online Computer Library Center (OCLC), Stanton's writings
include 171 items in 309 publications in 3 languages and 1,483 library holdings"
(OCLC WorldCat hits).[10]
Stanton's familiar poem of optimism and encouragement
Collections of his work are listed by Connecticut State Library,
[11] Valdosta State University,[12] University of Rochester
(Eastman School of Music),[13] and Music Australia.[14]
On many occasions, leading to his selection as poet laureate, Stanton
was called on to furnish poetry for occasions of state, one of them being
the opening of Atlanta's Cotton States and International Exposition (1895).
[15] On 1916 February 23, the day after Stanton's 59th birthday, public schools
throughout Georgia held commemorations of his achievements. Walker, in
appointing Stanton Georgia's poet laureate, stated that no one had ever
previously been appointed poet laureate of any southern state.[16]
Stanton wrote the lyrics of "Just Awearyin' for You"
and Carrie Jacobs-Bond the music.[17] In the first edition's frontispiece,
credit to Stanton is missing. He was often remiss in protecting his work,
and only after publication did Jacobs-Bond become aware of Stanton's authorship
of what had been printed as an anonymous poem by a Chicago newspaper.[18]
Stanton's name was added to the score, and Jacobs-Bond amicably began paying
him a revenue stream which became his most lucrative source of royalties.[19]
Legacy
Stanton has been frequently compared with Indiana's James Whitcomb Riley or called
"the James Whitcomb Riley of the South"; Stanton and Riley were close friends who
frequently traded poetic ideas.[20] Although Stanton frequently wrote in the dialect
of black southerners and poor whites, he was an opponent of the less-admirable aspects
(such as lynching) of the culture in which he lived, and he tended to be compatible
in philosophy with the southern progressivism of his employer, the Atlanta Constitution,
for which he wrote editorials. These and other characteristics of Stanton are well
elaborated in the scholarly essays on him by Francis J. Bosha[21] and Bruce M. Swain.[22]
Multi-voice-ranges 1901 cover of Ethelbert Nevin's tune for "Mighty Lak' a Rose" for
which Stanton wrote the lyrics. The dialect title means (approximately
) "very much like a rose" and is supposedly sung by a mother to her young son.
The first line, by which the opus is occasionally known,
is "Sweetest li'l feller" (sweetest little fellow).
Shortly after his death Stanton was commemorated in the naming of the
Frank Lebby Stanton Elementary School, which, after the redesignation
of a street name for its eponym still unborn at the time of Stanton's death,
is at 1625 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive in Atlanta.[23]
Five items by Stanton appear in Edmund Clarence Stedman's American Anthology 1787-1900, published in 1900:[24]
"One Country" (Stedman's Item 1286)
"A Plantation Ditty" (Stedman's Item 1287)
"The Graveyard Rabbit" (Stedman's Item 1288)
"The Mocking-Bird" (Stedman's Item 1289)
"A Little Way" (Stedman's Item 1290)
One of Stanton's works most widely quoted during his lifetime was a quatrain
titled "This World"; it is inscribed on his tombstone in Atlanta's Westview Cemetery:[25]
This world we're a'livin' in
Is mighty hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every rose.
But ain't the roses sweet?
Musical settings of his poetry
Stanton collaborated with African American composer Harry Thacker Burleigh in
the sheet music for his poem "Jean" (Burleigh composed and harmonized the tune).
[26] American composers of art songs such as Ethelbert Nevin and Carrie Jacobs Bond
wrote songs to his verses; composer Oley Speaks also set at least four of his poems
to music: "The Hills of Dawn", "In Maytime", "Morning",[27] and "When Mabel Sings".
Joshua Emdon set his famous "Keep-A' Goin'!"
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A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods
tenth poet, in my poet dedication series
I saw the rolling river at first glance,
its dancing, prancing waters all aglow
Forest edge, such views were my new romance
in their depths, fades away my childish tow.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw spotted fawn as it came to drink,
its soft coat glimmering in willing sun
This and much more caused me to with joy think
how Nature gives beauty and so much fun.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw mockingbird, its tune a' stirring,
its flight just above my head a true feast
I next saw wildcat with kits a'purring
a great showing for such wary, shy beast.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
I saw much more at wonderful day's pass,
beauty of flowering meadows that sang
I then was but a timid little lass
that answered whenever Nature's call rang.
Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky
Robert J. Lindley, 3-07- 2019
Rhyme, ( Youth Seeing A Bit Of Nature's Wonders)
Dedication poem, honoring Frank L. Stanton,
my tenth poet honored in my famous poets dedication series.
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Total # Words: 170
Note: This my tenth poet chosen and honored in my
famous poets dedication series honors the truly
great poet, Frank L. Stanton. An amazing poet that
sought to write for and to the common man yet was
rightly given admiration, honor and fame in his
lifetime and long career. I chose his poem titled,
"The Mockingbird", to be used to inspire my dedication
poem one that I borrowed a few of my own childhood
memories to compose.
https://thevalueofsparrows.com/2018/07/28/poetry-the-mocking-bird-by-frank-lebby-stanton/comment-page-1/
The Mocking-Bird
by Frank Lebby Stanton
He did n’t know much music
When first he come along;
An’ all the birds went wonderin’
Why he did n’t sing a song.
They primped their feathers in the sun,
An’ sung their sweetest notes;
An’ music jest come on the run
From all their purty throats!
But still that bird was silent
In summer time an’ fall;
He jest set still an’ listened,
An’ he would n’t sing at all!
But one night when them songsters
Was tired out an’ still,
An’ the wind sighed down the valley
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;
When the stars was all a-tremble
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue,
An’ the daisy in the darkness
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,—
There come a sound o’ melody
No mortal ever heard,
An’ all the birds seemed singin’
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!
Then the other birds went Mayin’
In a land too fur to call;
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’
When one bird could sing fer all!
poem by Frank Lebby Stanton
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lebby_Stanton
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 951]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-24-2019 02:26 PM
Note:
Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings, who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe). History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019
Note: Yet again it is such a great honor to compose with my dear friend and very talented co-author Vladislav Raven. Despite delays due to computer problems we managed to get this one completed and now presented.
I want to acknowledge the superb verses Mike has gifted to this tale of a Viking warrior that lived into old age rather than dying in battle.
Thank you so much Mike!
The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age,
(Collaboration With Vladislav Raven)
Part (1.)
Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures that he once, others gave.
Where not his saddest sorrows rightly born to flay
conquering dark dread of night to soothe brightest day
within such journey, pain must be given free reign
present heart shattered, as for invincibility he prays
for stubborn pride's cost, once immense evil befell
blinded young lad, willingly sent into battles legends tell.
From soil with streaming-red and dying's loudest moans
weeping ground, from brave warriors cut and fallen
clamoring with Viking swords clashing, wars evilest tones
inviting Valkyries to swoop up, those dead and death-callin'
as Valhalla watches battle, with its deadliest of foes
darkness marshals powerful forces, to their powers show!
Biding time, sweet life has wrangled its hours away
as soul awaits trip to Valhalla or Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of blood's pay
from red-streams a'flowin' until care and want soon expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors truest and brave
for earthen gains that once taken, are back too soon gave.
Part (2.)
Stagnating in the darkness, the old man waits,
what fate shall befall his ancient bones?
His breath comes short and life hesitates,
for all of his wrongs his heart atones.
In his thoughts, once more he was a youth,
his memories holding his life's truth,
Many ancient oceans he had explored,
in battle's thunder, a power in shield wall,
oh, maidens weep, for they he adored,
within death's struggles this Viking had stood tall,
with power and might he never knew defeat,
no enemy alive had made this man retreat.
Now in the darkness, his inner flame does dim,
his eyes fly open, his hand he does raise,
He feels his youth when his life was filled to the brim,
his accomplishments, he knew, had all earned praise,
sword placed in his hand, now close to his breast,
now he hardens himself for the final test.
Then he does cry put in a mighty voice,
"Odin, Father! bring your sword son home,
now he must wait the final choice,
has he earned his place or darkness shall he roam,
(The decision made,)
Off to |Valhalla, to sit in golden halls,
to sing songs of glory, until final battle calls.
Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings,
who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe).
History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019
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[Post 952]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-30-2019 08:29 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:200
Total # Words: 150
Arise, Let Heart Dance Unto The New Hour
Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!
Fill your cup with sweetest of tasty wine
Upon the rising bread of life thus dine
Walk out into this world both bold and brave
Live love true, more than your own, you can save!
Allow summer's cloak to heal any pains
Wipe away hurting, the darkest of stains
Seek to steer your path onto light and Love
Open blind eyes to see heaven above!
As red sun sets, rejoice in your great life
Take note of the new vacancy of strife
Embrace the gift of mercy and new lease
Acknowledge your new journey, its release!
Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
The raindrops become your morning shower
Day calls for embracing its mysteries
Seeing truth, to write your own history!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Got up early and decided to do a bit of writing. The morning air a bit cool and the hot coffee gave me an urge to stop reading and write.
First verse popped into my head and the race was on...
Hope you may enjoy reading this look back, at both youth and life in general...--Tyr
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[Post 953]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-02-2019 09:47 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)
Note: I dreamed of my poetic idol, Edgar Allen Poe last night.
Thus born from that interesting nightmare is this sad piece.
I woke, composed the first stanza, laid back down and fell asleep
And after waking, eating, continued this poem about half an hour ago.
Satisfied it covers well most of my dream,
(without embellishing or boring too much in length, I hope).
I post without editing even a word of it. As my muse demands I stop
altering her generous gifts. A poet must not fight too much with a
kindhearted muse. Nor ignore dreams sent by a famous deceased idol, methinks.
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A Voice Speaks From Its Dark And Lonely Tomb
(Dedicated To Memory Of Edgar Allen Poe)
Soon this form will waste away
Underground in dying dark,-
I can not see break of day,
The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
Sleep, its time dragging along
Above, sun brightens the hours,
Here silence is ruling song-
There are no high, gold towers.
Now hope seems a shallow cause
Where spiders and earthworms crawl,-
Darkness reigns its pregnant pause,
Black sets eternal nightfall.
Rain soaks down but touches not
This casket sealed airtight
Air is full of decaying rot-
You would think a horrid sight.
If only you held on more
Tho' my rage slashed you deep,-
My sharp claws into you tore
While heartache wrecked your sleep.
From this slumber I await
Your end, its destined adieu
To see if you deny Fate
Avoid paying debts overdue.
Soon this form will waste away
Underground in dying dark,-
I can not see break of day,
The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
Sleep, its time dragging along
Above, sun brightens the hours,
Here silence is ruling song-
There are no high, gold towers.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)
Note: See above in note section..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Comment:
Robert Lindley
Date: 4/2/2019 9:38:00 AM
I hope you may enjoy this piece. Born from a dark dream but one in which fear
was not a participating player. As Poe spoke along with the deceased lady and
assured me this was just a lesson on Life and Fate. And a bit of advice on
writing poetry that expresses something most fear, but truly shouldn't fear.
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[Post 954]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2019 04:42 PM
Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish
Fear what more, love lost or imminent death
life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath.
Hold this thought, that life exists to live on
and it has no more worth, once we are gone!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Love not life too much, for joy holds no scales
night invades the day, sunshine's gold thus pales.
Measurable moments, mere gasps at large
Fate holds its powers boldly while in charge!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Cry not for wants, yet beg for blessings true
nothing is better than, kindness in you
Walk with humble steps, as world spins about
no one alive, is going to get out!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Wrestle your dreams, the ones you most cherish
if allowed they run away to perish.
Mold your chains, to keep them held true and fast
they hold keys to loving that truly last!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Ones Dreams Should Be Held Captive )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 955]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-05-2019 07:23 AM
O' Son Of Man, Can Love Live In Thy New Breath
What lie'th in the shadows of festered minds
Morbid thoughts of blood flowing and severed guts
Plenitude of monsters, dark-beasts of all kinds
Past savages that raped villages, burning huts.
O' man! What art thou in thy barbaric heart,
Crazed creature slaying those that only seek peace
Ran amok, with only murder to impart
Are evil, its epic pains thy true release?
With pleasures seeing warm red-blood spilling forth
Or weeping wails and moans of children near death
Have thy hearts turn cold as blizzards of the North
O' son of man, can love live in thy new breath?
What lie'th in dark caverns of lustful greed?
What wickedness fills thy soul and hateful needs?
R.J. Lindley,
November 22nd, 1979
Sonnet, ( Darkness That Rests In Black- Caverns Of Evil Hearts )
Note: Old poem from forty years ago, taken from private journal and given light of day.
Today, I ask the same question- can mankind ever rid greed, its destruction, from its
collective hearts and truly embrace love ?
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 956]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2019 10:08 AM
Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile
Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
If destined to outlive dear families and friends
consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks
as manna gifted, behind heaven's golden gates.
Upon streets welcoming with cheer and open arms
walk each and every gentle step and dearest mile
For only love exists there, never any harms
upon each angelic face, rests a joyful smile.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek.
Follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
Sonnet
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[Post 957]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-09-2019 05:22 PM
Sorry folks, I have been sidetracked a bit today..
I had intended to post this new sonnet early this morn...-Tyr
Passion May Gift Heart-Shots From Cupid's Bow
When evening sky glows with a fiery red
shadows of dusk creep into human view
night may bring, inklings of its darker dread
taps on gray door, with soft knocks two by two.
As sun banishes brilliant waning glows
silent moans come announcing eager dark
Heaven shines its early night's starry toes
hoot-owl wakes to hoot out, its calling mark.
Soon Moon comes, signals with romantic lights
as Nature sets forth its beautiful scenes
Perfect for lovers tryst and wondrous sights
in hiding, where nobody intervenes.
Passion may gift heart-shots from cupid's bow.
For such is life as humanity grows.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
Sonnet, ( When The Night Banishes Light Of The Day)
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:100
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[Post 958]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 04-09-2019 09:12 PM
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[Post 959]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-23-2019 04:43 PM
O' The Many Things Brighter Stars Have Seen
O' the many things brighter stars have seen
through the long ages of our hopes and regrets
lives, loves, losses, and all the in between
all of the all, humanity begets!
O' the sights, lovers basking in moon light
sweet memories that one may think divine
under star-lite gaze, its Heavenly sight
dearest kisses, signaling all is fine.
O' the grace felt in soft, gentle night's breeze
its healing power to heart touch and save
begs romance that sings, blossoms into ease
passion's truth, serenity's path it paves.
O' that Life would bring its happiness true
From smallest of Hope within me or you.
Robert J. Lindley, 4- 23-2019
Sonnet
Note: This new sonnet born from first stanza comment made on
my having read both Nina's blog titled, What Rhymes
2: Cross-Border Disorder and then my immediate reading of
M.L. Kiser's new poem, titled, "Stars Above".
I got started writing and I simply could not stop.....
Dedicated to you my friends , Nina Parmenter and M.L. Kiser
because your words given and sweet verses inspired
the creation of this piece.
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words: 104
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 960]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2019 06:44 AM
Questioning Last Oracle At Blackstone Mountain
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
Is death Fate's final irony, its hand
played at table of Life's many mistakes
with darkest music, notes set to withstand
the revelation that world takes and takes?
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
From birth we may learn man is but a beast
an illusion of power, heart oft stone
a jaded monster, seeking bloody feasts
smiling, while crunching on shiny white bones!
From Time's first yawnings until its last gasp
We race forth, blinded to Fate's iron grasp.
Robert J. Lindley, 1979
Rhyme, ( Foul Is Fate's Black Hand )
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[Post 961]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-02-2019 09:53 AM
Even When The Entirety Fails The Wanted Sum
I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum
Upon low hills, I seek much higher mountain tops
Rejoice, in blessings of poetry's bumper crops
Treasures newborn by desires, searching souls and heart
Oft joining mankind and Heaven so far apart.
I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum
I cast my ink and the paper begs for much more
As old pen scribbles, broken heart weeps as before
Careful to avoid sad-tears wetting filling pages
Reminding spirit, poets are brothers to sages
Born to gift and share Life's sweet blessings in black ink
With knowledge that human life is too oft a blink.
I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum
I wake to dawn's voice, commanding compose more words
We are more than just beasts roaming in raging herds
From Life, we may find inspiration and pure Love
Such may come, even if its not sought from above
Hold this wisdom, this truth that promises much more
All true-seeking may find joy of paradise shores.
I stand aghast at how fast these verses oft come
Even when the entirety fails the wanted sum
Robert J. Lindley,
Sept 9th, 1975
Rhyme, ( What The Wise Old Owl Once Told Me )
Old Note ( 1975): This week Life beat on me with abandon.
I lost my best friend and death also thrust its
wicked blade at me. Yet my soul will defy its
joining with Fate's blackened hand and wicked glee.
New Note (2019): Now going on record, oft defiance is
the true measure of a man. And in its journey
we may rise to greater heights and see Fate
and Death both temporarily thwarted. Yet such
is always a temporary measure. Death may come
in a blink of any eye or upon a gnat's whisper
in the blacken host of eternally raging winds.....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 962]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-06-2019 12:37 PM
As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds
Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Robert J. Lindley,
December 3rd, 1974
Old Note- deleted...
New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 963]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 07-06-2019 01:30 PM
New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless.[/SIZE].
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
While I can't write poetry to express myself so eloquently, I completely understand and relate 100%. I'm not sure of others at all, and I'm weird I'm sure, but I have a way of seeing the dread and dreary in things after a tragic event, a loss or something deeply upsetting. And when that happens I tend to envelop myself in that dreariness, that sadness. Whether that be listening to sad music, or peeking through photos that will make me further sad, or reading such poetry like yours, or trying to express myself similarly. I tend to wallow in the sadness. Not a pity party, don't get me wrong. Just if even by my lonesome, driving with the sad songs, or sitting with the headphones on, and maybe writing while I listen to such music. I don't know if doing so helps me or makes things worse, but that's who I am and what I do.
Now, I wish I could take my emotions and write like you do!
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[Post 964]
Author : NT'sGirl
Date : 07-07-2019 09:16 AM
As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds
Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Robert J. Lindley,
December 3rd, 1974
Old Note- deleted...
New note: While perusing through some of my old poetry journals
I found this old poem. It struck me with its depths of despair
from a great loss and how bleak my life and future look when in
such a sad state. I remember walking in the woods that morn and
thinking how starkly bleak the winter landscape looked--
much to match the icy cold stabs of epic pains in my weeping soul
that I did at that moment so very deeply feel...
Presented now to show even when at greatest of lost hope, in the
deepest of despair, hope exists and oft delivers a far brighter
future than one imagines. And life goes on...
I hope this old poem and this note may help any that are going through
very trying times now. God bless..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Thank you my friend I needed that today.
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[Post 965]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-07-2019 05:05 PM
Thank you my friend I needed that today.
I am sorry your troubles/woes gave cause for you to need but very glad if my words gave comfort/ or some cheer in realization of
future hope for some relief my friend. Sad to say, but on my home poetry site today I have also received such replies of thanks 4 times today
in regards to the poem and my note attached with it presented there..
God bless......
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[Post 966]
Author : Russ
Date : 07-08-2019 08:38 PM
As Winter's Icy Breath This Heart Reminds
Icy frost grows thick on dead toads,
winter's breath drapes snow laced airs
great the sorrows upon this road
as looms darkness of such despairs
Yet life demands this walk alone
in silence born of pregnant pause
too much of life has swiftly flown
for soul to find another cause.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Shall we learn to eat dying words
as penance for world's bellowing ills,
flee dark skies as storm chased birds
eat decay of innocent kills?
Yet hope begs tomorrow's tales
as beauty of a rose's bright red
thrilled with its sweet pungent smells
forgetting of life's many dreads.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
Winter's breath, reminds heart's great loss
aches gasping within dark repose,
as trees blow shaking frozen moss
sad sorrows gift their heavy blows
Pity the spirit this loss feels
as whipping winds deny sweet hope
of love's return, promised thrills
now so far beyond earthly scope.
Alas! Will such pains ever end
Can dreams return my truest friend?
This poem creates such a powerful mood, Robert, and the 4 line interlude about "hope" right in the middle is a great counter-point. And then back to the Winter's Breath. I will remember this one.
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[Post 967]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-10-2019 10:20 AM
Heartbroken, I Stand Here So Strong
Heaven has demanded your return
I've only ashes in this urn
From golden halls, flies our love song
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
You were my angel, love divine
In those flown yesterdays, so fine
I was lost, singing my sad song,
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
Your loving heart gave mine soft beat
The world became tender and sweet
I left life's weeping morose throng
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
You came, darkness melted away
An angel that taught me to pray
In hope's purest joy we belong
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09- 2019
Rhyme, ( A Romantic And Sad Loss In Life)
Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 98
July 9, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Contest Description
THERE WILL BE MULTIPLE PLACEMENTS IN THIS CHALLENGE.
What to Submit for this Challenge?
New, dated, Rhyme poem with Refrain, 4 Stanza's on the theme of .............
1. Heartbroken I Stand Here So Strong
2. Many, Many Long Years Ago
3. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky
4. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake
PICK ONE AND THIS BECOMES YOUR THEME, TITLE AND REFRAIN
Rhyme Scheme, all 8 syllable lines
Stanza 1- a, a, b, B (refrain) selected from above
Stanza 2- c, c, b, B (repeat refrain)
Stanza 3- d, d, b, B (repeat refrain)
Stanza 4- e, e, b, B (repeat refrain)
*You can use perfect rhyme, near rhyme, or end rhyme but your poem must rhyme.
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[Post 968]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-19-2019 03:43 PM
The Gift And Majesty Of Poetry
Once from deep pen and ink a poet born
sewing together life once sadly torn
from soft Heart, dearest Love and fragrant Breeze
within those spells cast among fairy trees
Imagining those chasms wide and deep
words of rainbow hues, great treasures to keep!
Once he that rhymes true, cast a magic spell
consulting a muse that gems did so tell
as earth spun about and its old soul wept
for all the wondrous beauty Nature kept
Writing as midnight, its toll did so strike
each closing verse became a golden spike!
Once willing spirit dared to give its all
singing forth from word kitchens down the hall
of brilliant rose gardens of pure delight
those so well hidden and those in plain sight
Seeking much more, based on poetry's art
its kind blessings sacrifices impart!
Once from deep pen and ink a poet born
sewing together life once sadly torn
from soft Heart, dearest Love and fragrant Breeze
within those spells cast among fairy trees
Imagining those chasms wide and deep
words of rainbow hues, great treasures to keep!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Poetry Blesses Us Mortals So )
Note: Written as a tribute to every poet that ever
splashed ink from pen and gifted us wonderfully
woven verses. That gave joy, delight, love, heart's
truth and fruits of a vivid intellect, kind soul and
gentle true-born spirit..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 969]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-19-2019 08:24 PM
Heartbroken, I Stand Here So Strong
Heaven has demanded your return
I've only ashes in this urn
From golden halls, flies our love song
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
You were my angel, love divine
In those flown yesterdays, so fine
I was lost, singing my sad song,
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
Your loving heart gave mine soft beat
The world became tender and sweet
I left life's weeping morose throng
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
You came, darkness melted away
An angel that taught me to pray
In hope's purest joy we belong
Heartbroken I stand here so strong.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09- 2019
Rhyme, ( A Romantic And Sad Loss In Life)
Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 98
July 9, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Contest Description
THERE WILL BE MULTIPLE PLACEMENTS IN THIS CHALLENGE.
What to Submit for this Challenge?
New, dated, Rhyme poem with Refrain, 4 Stanza's on the theme of .............
1. Heartbroken I Stand Here So Strong
2. Many, Many Long Years Ago
3. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky
4. My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake
PICK ONE AND THIS BECOMES YOUR THEME, TITLE AND REFRAIN
Rhyme Scheme, all 8 syllable lines
Stanza 1- a, a, b, B (refrain) selected from above
Stanza 2- c, c, b, B (repeat refrain)
Stanza 3- d, d, b, B (repeat refrain)
Stanza 4- e, e, b, B (repeat refrain)
*You can use perfect rhyme, near rhyme, or end rhyme but your poem must rhyme.
Update 7-19-2019- this poem took 2nd place in the contest...
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[Post 970]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-01-2019 06:06 PM
Famished And Bleeding This Old Soul Begs This
Woe! Unto days numbered and grief sicken
Love lost saddest of sorrows once stricken
How in dear youth life was merry hours sought
Now in Time's low fading death I am caught!
Alas! Where hides that glory once so bright
Its dancing gleams illuminating night
Waking in Heavenly skies, moons rebirth
From vast galaxies ancient Gods glowing mirth!
I beg me, this moment to write to shine
Another day to true-claim what is mine
This creation to wondrously compose
And declare love of poetry I chose!
Mind's eye sees beyond that well hidden door
From radiant dreams eager soul implores
Touch of soft lips once sworn to be my all
Memories fleeting, I beg deep recall!
This heart crying for more, near its last throes
Against curse of ill winds, darkness now blows
Pan, bring cheering music, and sweetest wine
Allow one more night, her love may I dine!
Famished and bleeding this old soul begs this
Sight of her blue eyes and lingering kiss
Smell of her yellow gold hair, its soft curls
Relief from this darkness death too soon hurls!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-01- 2019
Rhyme, ( From Darken Door, A Poet's Last Vision )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 971]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-13-2019 10:32 PM
To Kiss Each Morn, Color Outside The Lines
Once each day brought, only torturous pain
as dull axe, slow cutting against hard grain
Dawn cast shadows that this life did so curse
making me as a rock, in pauper's purse
Yet poetic soul swore to one day heal
to again dance well and truest love feel
To climb a tall mountain and take new flight
light hope's candles, bath in beautiful sight.
As a reborn soul, watch flowers soft blow
await midnight moon, see its wondrous glow
Be a true gift to family and friends
gaze above while making sincere amends
Hear music that sweetest dreams so oft play
humbly bow my head as I kneel to pray
Enjoy echoes of morn's first rooster crow
beg again a shot from Cupid's love bow.
Taste the wine of love and its first soft kiss
recall her smile and all of her I miss
Walk again forested path to our lake
repeat our youthful vows, never forsake
Romance that gave treasures and immense joy
hold firm to a love, life can not destroy
To kiss each morn, color outside the lines
stay on faithful path, pay heed to pure signs.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Love, Romance And Greater Wisdom Once Found )
By robertjlindley
© 2019 robertjlindley (All rights reserved)
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[Post 972]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2019 08:31 AM
Daring Universe, Shines Its Glow On Earth
Daring universe, shine its glow on earth
Child prays for all of its pitiful worth
Poverty born, yet bestowed with a gift
Sweet blessing to write verses that uplift
Travelling a road, hardship holding sway
Each morn, her sincerest prayers she would pray.
Blessed, those our Lord holds so very dear
Life's victims broke and living in great fear
Oft alone, against cruel world they face
Living in rags, names easy to erase
No soft, gentle kiss each night before bed
Often so hungry having not been fed.
Looking at a hungry dawn, hope a loss
Dark and savage old world gives not a toss
Shivering, no heat to warm from the cold
Child crying in pain eleven years old
Begging universe today please be kind
Let father today some paying work find.
Watching as mother wash torn clothes by hand
Falling tears, often more than child can stand
Pitiless world races without a care
As weeping child looks on in stone-face stare
Seeing life give others fine, sweeter gifts
Child begins writing verses to uplift.
As blessing of poetry, was there born
Life soon starts to be less dark and forlorn
Pencil and paper found to be fine gifts
Words cast to apathetic world uplift
Dawn soon comes as a treasure of bright light
Life improves, as deep fear comes not each night.
Universe sees and sends forth its soft glow
Further true gifts it may choose to bestow
World finds needed warmth in her golden pen
Her verse becomes famous in world of men
Life had once gave just enough to survive
In her heart, again hope it did revive.
As years flew on by, her pen cast truest ink
Poetry born to cause readers to think
Of the universe and its saddest cold
Shivering to child, eleven years old
And her words asking for kindness and love
In dark universe and heavens above.
With pen she had blazed forth bolder, new trail
With brave heart, she had chosen not to fail
Sincere prayer and poetry gave hope
That Light could penetrate life's darkest scope
Where a child's sweet innocence could be seen
Gifts then given, those dark world so demeans.
Robert J. Lindley
Narrative
8/21/2019
Written for a Contest .....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 973]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-27-2019 12:43 PM
The Reality, Deep Betrayal, The Dark War
(Part One)
They were shadows of Raven King and I
cloaked in raiments* of shimmering black gold
born of dust, river Styx and seeping sky
comrades of mystical tales retold
Each with armor soaked red in human blood
strong arms formed with Herculean power
razor clawed feet formed from Hade's foulest mud
evil hearts burning with fiery showers!
Sworn to record trips to other abodes
sporting daggers that drip with poison sweet
savage guard dogs, on wicked paths we rode
awaiting victims bones, treasures to eat
Elven armor*, no mortal blade may pierce
they that relish echoes of dying pleas
no other beasts as vicious or as fierce
not even great white sharks of deepest seas!
Betrayal that night my time had foretold
as Raven King set both to take my life
smitten by my darling, Love's depths took hold
I was cursed into Hade's life of strife.
Lost to be soul saved by stroke of Poe's pen
sincere friendship my loyalty his boon
wisdom, mercy greater than other men
promised by Poe, my freedom very soon!
Raven King fearful of such a great vow
raised legions of fallen warriors up
with knowledge, to him Poe would never bow
nor again drink from their lost friendship's cup
Even such strength Raven King dare not trust
for legendary, powers of Poe's ink
victory Raven King knew was a must
even unto his great friend's death he'd sink!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2019
Rewritten this morn from earlier poem dated,
3-24-1987
Rhyme, ( Poe, Raven King And A Lost Soul's Rescue )
Note: In tribute to Edgar Allen Poe, his legendary
dark power, born from magnificent imagination,
immense insight into the nature of man, his fears,
and the reality that the DARK is there , daring
one to enter if they but dare to do so. Poe did
so enter and his death may have came about because
he never escaped its evil grasp, its immense power
to destroy, especially so, poets that may venture
in far, far too deep! Never venture past the first door...
1. "raiments"
Definition
rai·ment*
/ˈrāmənt/
Learn to pronounce
nounARCHAIC•LITERARY
clothing.
2. "Elven armor"
Definition
armor forged by Rlves..
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[Post 974]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-02-2019 02:58 PM
If In Such Blaze, Your Passion Dwells
If golden verse, seals your desire
in love's truth, you find fire
in Nature's beauty even more
rainbow's treasures, a score.
If poetry, renews your soul
when life takes heavy toll
your pen and paper, is the key
in verse realms you must flee.
If romance,its delights are sought
in a rut you are caught
Reading Byron sets heart beats fast
let soul compose to last.
If sad, lonely nights are you bane
heart's desires, not insane
bleed onto paper loving thought
heart's truth, joy may be bought.
If at dawn's rise, you are too sad
want more of what you had
let pen birth your romantic scenes
shades of a peacock's preen.
If her smile sets soul to delights
her lips, tantalize nights
her beauty knocks you to the floor
let verse open love's door.
If life rewards poetic pen
wanting love is no sin
her first kiss lit eternal flames
you want her hand, no games.
If in such blaze your passion dwells
with her sight, your heart swells
let poetic pen write that love
while thanking God above.
If golden verse, seals your desire
in love's truth, you find fire
in Nature's beauty even more
rainbow's treasures, a score.
R.J. Lindley
Jan. 22nd, 1977
Rhyme, ( Why Poetry, Life And Love Are Oft Wed )
Note:
Old poem from ancient times it now seems to me.
Decided not to edit, to present as was first composed.
Now forty-two years later, and I still believe in its truth.
See its massive beauty that holds poetry as a shining light.
And find expressing heart's truth is always right.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 975]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2019 11:20 AM
Time To Ponder This World And So Much More
Within dreams that this soul truly adores
Where mountain ridges highlight bright sun's glow
Green valleys below, lakes with sandy shores
Life content as blessed happiness pours-
Pathways that a true, sincere seeker treads
Lined with beautiful flowers shining bright
Gems dancing within Mother Nature's beds
In this earthly realm, a glorious sight.
Morning's promise, day with radiant rays
Time to ponder this world and so much more
All the better, if one will learn to pray
Eye opening deep truth, never a bore-
Such rich treasures to found, if one but looks
Beyond those tragic shadows this world casts
So much more to find, far beyond school books
Love's deep truth, richer life, that truly lasts.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-08-2019
Rhymer, ( What Life, This World And Nature Gives )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 976]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-11-2019 02:09 PM
Old Poet, His Art And Why He Composes Til Death Sings
With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.
Words come forth as a massive and loud growling ocean tide
his journey a dancing wave, prays for everlasting ride
as hard earth below and brilliant blue sky both sing in tune
he feels that beat that cries out for, coming of shining moon
honest in an Art he swore to be his love and his maid
letting time and honor tell if he ever makes the grade.
Staying real except composing from his romantic dreams
swimming in deepest eddies often were great white sharks teem
his solemn vow, his sweetest goal- this truth he thus relays
we shadow beasts by divinity granted sunny days
upon midnight hour and in its darkest of dreaded dread
he allows ancient muse to filter sweet verse through his head.
With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Quid ventis et frigus cantus mollis luna curat angustia animam meam. )
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[Post 977]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2019 02:36 PM
The Deep Solemn Prayer And Sincerest Of Hopes
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Forever seeking path to die, make true amends
For miseries I have caused lovers and friends
This path, lit by wisdom and verses that speak true
Leads me to a judgement that is too long overdue
An Achilles begging fateful poison arrow
Walking into death, burn in its fiery narrows
In vain hope, this sacrifice wipes dark life away
By some miracle, fulfills prayer I now pray.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Dependent on mercy and God's infinite grace
With knowledge that I can not my bad deeds erase
Nor within encasing of human flesh and bone
Bleed I forgiveness from a heart once made of stone
Yet that saving Light giving great hope sings to me
This soul may escape this pain and again be free
Given entry to paradise of Heaven's shores
Believing that even for me God's mercy pours.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2019
Rhyme, ( The Fateful Journey Along That Very Fine Narrow Edge )
( Tracing the steps along the ledge overlooking that darkest, deepest abyss )
Note - Written in tribute to this poet of olden times, and this famous poem
My Beloved Is Mine, And I Am His; He Feedeth Among The Lilies,
By Francis Quarles (1592–1644)
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[Post 978]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-14-2019 09:25 AM
May Heaven's Blessings Both Our Hearts Enshrine
In dread of night, facing your doubts and fears
darling, you know my love is no token
I will shield you, from those shadow cast spears.
if that darkness, has your kind heart broken
I pray, shed not any wet weeping tears.
If that gleaming midnight moon for you fails
know that my deep love and courage holds true
as was sworn, will shall travel happy trails,
for this dark world giveth me only you,
in your beauty all other beauty pales.
When dawn shines its glow, your pretty face shines
its bright promises are bountiful gifts
your Love and Hand to Me, this world defines,
no other blessing this heart so uplifts
may Heaven's blessings both our hearts enshrine.
When dawn shines its glow, your pretty face shines
Your Love and Hand to Me, this world defines.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-14-2019
Rhyme-Romantic, ( A Love Poem, Written Early This Morn For My Darling Wife )
Note-
Posted with her kind permission.
As rarely ever, do I post these for others to see.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 979]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2019 01:50 PM
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated Part Three, the Conclusion
Part Three, (the Conclusion)
Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
exiting ship, Greek sandals felt soft Trojan sands
with mighty magnificent Greek pride in courageous hearts
each seeking greater fame they knew would come as battle starts.
Landing all around was mighty horde of Greek ships
as falling Greek anchors through Trojan waters slip
Achilles, full of joyous prospect of this contest's gifts
gave warrior's brave words to his warriors spirits uplift.
Near their shores, Trojan scouts blew horns, Greek first landing
to Hector, Troy's greatest leader none withstanding
rushing to meet fighters in many bloody battle fought
until sun's disappearing rays flowing bloodshed did halt.
As night, slowed removal of the fallen Greek dead
even Achilles brave men, felt dawn's coming dread
yet Olympic gods felt pride, how Greek warriors had died
as Achilles and his men's glory filled their hearts with pride.
For months, then years the Gods watched as great battles rage
as Troy held out due to wisdom from its great sage
and its massive fortified walls, warriors brave and true
even cruelest of the gods gave Troy's warriors their dues.
Day came that Achilles the great Prince Hector slew
as even some mighty Greek warriors had too
Fate, had not delivered Death's deepest goal, its blackest hand
that of Achilles's sad end, greatest sorrow of his band.
Achilles rose, saw dawn and knew it was his last
a vision, he saw his ship sailing its black mast
true to his warrior's brave heart, he felt not a grievous fear
knowing his life would end, as Death its icy hold grew near!
Fated, Death sent poison arrow into his heel
finally greatest Greek hero did Death's hand feel
was not this end, his legendary fame that sealed his name
sacrifice that brought this warrior his everlasting fame?
And the climax, that was to then seal Troy's sad doom
as greater sacrifice must enter Death's new room
for Gods decreed that thousands of Troy's citizens must die
to honor this hero's death, defeat was the Gods's new cry.
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three)
Part Two-titled, 2. Achilles, The Journey To Troy
Part One-titled, 1. His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) - Is the Conclusion..
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 980]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 09-21-2019 01:59 PM
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated Part Three, the Conclusion
Part Three, (the Conclusion)
Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
embarking ship, Greek sandals felt soft Trojan sands
with mighty magnificent Greek pride in courageous hearts
each seeking greater fame they knew would come as battle starts.
Landing all around was mighty horde of Greek ships
as falling Greek anchors through Trojan waters slip
Achilles, full of joyous prospect of this contest's gifts
gave warrior's brave words to his warriors spirits uplift.
Near their shores, Trojan scouts blew horns, Greek first landing
to Hector, Troy's greatest leader none withstanding
rushing to meet fighters in many bloody battle fought
until sun's disappearing rays flowing bloodshed did halt.
As night, slowed removal of the fallen Greek dead
even Achilles brave men, felt dawn's coming dread
yet Olympic gods felt pride, how Greek warriors had died
as Achilles and his men's glory filled their hearts with pride.
For months, then years the Gods watched as great battles rage
as Troy held out due to wisdom from its great sage
and its massive fortified walls, warriors brave and true
even cruelest of the gods gave Troy's warriors their dues.
Day came that Achilles the great Prince Hector slew
as even some mighty Greek warriors had too
Fate, had not delivered Death's deepest goal, its blackest hand
that of Achilles's sad end, greatest sorrow of his band.
Achilles rose, saw dawn and knew it was his last
a vision, he saw his ship sailing its black mast
true to his warrior's brave heart, he felt not a grievous fear
knowing his life would end, as Death its icy hold grew near!
Fated, Death sent poison arrow into his heel
finally greatest Greek hero did Death's hand feel
was not this end, his legendary fame that sealed his name
sacrifice that brought this warrior his everlasting fame?
And the climax, that was to then seal Troy's sad doom
as greater sacrifice must enter Death's new room
for Gods decreed that thousands of Troy's citizens must die
to honor this hero's death, defeat was the Gods's new cry.
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three)
Part Two-titled, 2. Achilles, The Journey To Troy
Part One-titled, 1. His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) - Is the Conclusion..
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.XL9Dalw1K7NqUCrGE_7GOQHaJ2&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300
“Divine Achilles, remember your father who is, like me, on the grievous door step of senility. Maybe he, too, is all alone in sorrow and no one is there to defend him. But when he hears that you are alive, his heart is filled with joy. Because he still hopes that one day he will see his beloved son returning from Troy. But I, I am utterly unblest, seeing I begat sons the best in Troy, yet of them not one is left…”
http://www.grethexis.com/achilles-stunning-encounter-priam-king-troy/
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[Post 981]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2019 02:08 PM
Posting this here now. My blog that I presented today at my home poetry site.
Just explaining about this long poem. is creation and my thoughts and reasons on being so long in completing it. -Tyr
My blog from my home poetry site-- 9-21-2019
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated (Part Three) -Conclusion, to be posted today...
Blog Posted:9/21/2019 1:29:00 PM
Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
(Part Three) -Conclusion, to be posted today...
I am about to post here the third and final part of my very long Achilles series, the three part poem was started on 8-04- 2018, each part taking more
and more time to finish because of meeting the numerical challenge I had decided at the onset in including in my writing this long poem.
All three parts meeting the below counts given.....
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14 0 12 12 14 14
0 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 468
Total # Words: 340
Math being one of my favorite subjects I often include mathematical challenges in creating my poetry...
In this very long poem they are as follows
three times 468 syllables equals total of 1404 syllables.
three times 340 words equals total of 1020 words
1404 syllables + 1020 words equals a total of 2424....
This was a compromise from my original idea of writing a 2400 word poem on Achilles. I saw how I could shorten the long poem
and still get in my favorite number which is 24. and do so not once but twice.
Truth is, it has taken over a year to complete and part two took three times longer to compose than did part one, while part three has taken seven times longer than did part two- thus
entire long poem has taken a bit over 13 months to complete.
My longest ever poem to complete. And certainly one that I will ever dare to attempt again. As I now have on my agenda six other incomplete poem series that I must some day tackle, if my time on earth permits such in my- to date now, a bit over 49 year long poetic journey.
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[Post 982]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2019 10:13 AM
Tribute Poem, Dedicated To Memory Of Our Loving Father
( 1901- 1968 )
A man of great courage and iron nerve
as a youth into trouble he would swerve
some had called him, brute, rascal or knave
yet none ever stated he was not brave.
With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.
As a kind and honest man he was tops
a father, a farmer proud of his crops
with labor and sweat falling from his brow
he taught us all, to love, by showing how.
With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.
Swearing family was Hope and Treasure
gave us love, always in equal measure
made us swear to defend family name
taught us respect, asking only the same.
With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.
Life had never been easy, nor his friend
he lived it well, right up until the end
as a giant, one we did so admire
a hero, our hopes he did so inspire.
With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.
When his death came it was in peaceful sleep
pray we safe journey, his soul Heaven keeps
he died on the same day as of his birth
for sixty-eight years, showing us Love's worth.
With strength God given and proud Southern born.
Always between two worlds his soul was torn.
R.J. Lindley, May 27th, 1973
Rhyme, (Dedication to our father)
Note- Our father passed away in 1969 on the morning
of his birth, exactly 68 years old to the day.
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words: 240
Note, today : 9-24-2019 (50 years after father's death..
I have decided to present this poem, taken from my private journal.
Written when I was a mere lad of nineteen years young. Five years after
father's death and during my first year of marriage to my first wife.
Nothing in my life has ever affected or hurt me more than his dying.
I was fifteen years old and to me he was everything. After his death,
I went into a nineteen year long battle against this dark world-
lived a wild youth, fought many, many fights, endured many sorrows
and somehow lived to tell the tale. Now blessed with loving family,
great friends and the blessing of having found poetry to be a true
and marvelous treasure to read, compose and gift to others.
""Et hoc modo orandi, cum vero corde orant,
Caritatem Deus tuus benedixerit mihi omnis longa dies,
Atque divina iura pace locus tuus manum meam navem
Olim te in Caelo, oro te anima mea et lapsum.""
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[Post 983]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2019 04:08 PM
https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.XL9Dalw1K7NqUCrGE_7GOQHaJ2&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300
“Divine Achilles, remember your father who is, like me, on the grievous door step of senility. Maybe he, too, is all alone in sorrow and no one is there to defend him. But when he hears that you are alive, his heart is filled with joy. Because he still hopes that one day he will see his beloved son returning from Troy. But I, I am utterly unblest, seeing I begat sons the best in Troy, yet of them not one is left…”
http://www.grethexis.com/achilles-stunning-encounter-priam-king-troy/
Thank you my friend. I finally had time to click on the link you gave and read.
Just as I remembered it when reading it as a 13 year old boy. I wrote an essay on it and received an A+
by my very strict teacher, who was a huge fan of Greek mythology.
They used to have teachers that were like that-- that truly inspired young boys and young girls to read and enjoy classic literature..-Tyr
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[Post 984]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-28-2019 07:44 AM
Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths
I.
The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.
II.
And Spring gifts its sweet heated thaw
winter fades into hidden caves
across the land its warmth crawls
as mortals for this bounty rave
tho' Fate oft plays as it slow gnaws.
III.
This earth with its great darkness yields
to little to the meek and mild
as bright flowers bloom far afield
life gives us mother and dear child
tho' Fate oft ruins what man builds.
IV.
Nature, with its measured turns
glorifies its resplendent sun
as its hot flames so brightly burn
we mortals ever seek more fun
tho' Fate oft our milk overturns.
V.
Life, this great force we hold so dear
is but whispers in flowing winds
yet with faith be we of good cheer
hope rests beyond the river bends
tho' Fate oft kindles our deep fears.
VI.
This sad truth our hearts must now hear
man is made of mere flesh and bones
Life and Soul felt more when in tears
saddest love hold dark overtones
tho' Fate oft casts its sharpest spears.
VII.
And in wisdom comes greater light
for we may walk blinded and lost
as love's soft pleasures conquers night
new dawns may sprinkle gleaming frost
tho' Fate oft kills much with its spite.
R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1975
Rhyme, ( Verses Birthed From Midnight Dreams )
Presented as was written, no edits to poem...
Old Note: June 12th, 1975
I do not know what future brings
whether with joy Life sweeter sings
dearer are my verse passions now
ink stains paper, as my muse prowls.
New Note: September 28th, 2019
I see what my past hath me brought
once in life my soul was thus caught
between devil and deep blue sea
but Lord did have mercy on me!
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[Post 985]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-28-2019 07:47 AM
Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths
I.
The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.
II.
And Spring gifts its sweet heated thaw
winter fades into hidden caves
across the land its warmth crawls
as mortals for this bounty rave
tho' Fate oft plays as it slow gnaws.
III.
This earth with its great darkness yields
too little to the meek and mild
as bright flowers bloom far afield
life gives us mother and dear child
tho' Fate oft ruins what man builds.
IV.
Nature, with its measured turns
glorifies its resplendent sun
as its hot flames so brightly burn
we mortals ever seek more fun
tho' Fate oft our milk overturns.
V.
Life, this great force we hold so dear
is but whispers in flowing winds
yet with faith be we of good cheer
hope rests beyond the river bends
tho' Fate oft kindles our deep fears.
VI.
This sad truth our hearts must now hear
man is made of mere flesh and bones
Life and Soul felt more when in tears
saddest love hold dark overtones
tho' Fate oft casts its sharpest spears.
VII.
And in wisdom comes greater light
for we may walk blinded and lost
as love's soft pleasures conquers night
new dawns may sprinkle gleaming frost
tho' Fate oft kills much with its spite.
R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1975
Rhyme, ( Verses Birthed From Midnight Dreams )
Presented as was written, no edits to poem...
Old Note: June 12th, 1975
I do not know what future brings
whether with joy Life sweeter sings
dearer are my verse passions now
ink stains paper, as my muse prowls.
New Note: September 28th, 2019
I see what my past hath me brought
once in life my soul was thus caught
between devil and deep blue sea
but Lord did have mercy on me!
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[Post 986]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2019 08:21 AM
Woe To He, That This Great Darkness Seeks To Embrace
When blind man sees that pale horse in night skies
innocence births waterfalls with its cries
dawn rejects the cock's ringing morning crow
mid-summer lashes earth with ice and snow
Mother Nature stops its blessings and weeps
you will know that Death and Fate play for keeps.
When vengeful sun burns dying moon away
as night's blackness and its shadows hold sway
man in turmoil, accuses all the more
those falling to kneel, for help they implore
divine intervention to save us all
from evil's hands and that last trumpet call.
When darkness, its powers seeks souls to slay
women and children, pawns with which it plays
ground heaving, erupts and with gasping moans
scorches oceans and burns even the stones
as world denies this tribulation curse
mankind will race from bad to even worse.
When faith and hope are deemed to be false dreams.
Earth and sky will moan loud, sorrowful screams.
R. J. Lindley, 10-02-1974
Rhyme, ( He That Walks In Blindness Must Soon Stumble )
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[Post 987]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-03-2019 02:27 PM
Life, Love, And Verses Born Of True Poetic Heart
Waken to Life, its joys that bring truest living
amidst this world and its pitiless deceiving,
Ample the blessings cast forth by divine givings
true is the gratitude in grateful receiving.
Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.
Be still and allow kind hearts to wonders bestow
as golden prizes to those in direst of need,
Pure as gleaming whites in blankets of heavy snow
as counterweights to human graft and its greed.
Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.
Fear not, that such goodness will by evil be slain
for the Light by wicked blade shall not perish,
Sweetest treasures by blackest of deeds no man gains
that which in Love and Harmony we most cherish.
Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.
As morn's radiant glows, entreats our admiration
we with courageous hearts, our verses compose,
Deep symbols, well thrown benevolent salutation
oft as supple in colors, as is Love's red rose.
Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As Life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.
As fleeing sun with soft red hues in honor gifts
may we in our humbleness, this pleasure feel,
creation gave us our souls, that Life oft uplifts
and in dawn's brilliant glows, rays that heal.
Watch each dawn, as in resplendent glory its rises.
As life gives Love, Mystery and other Surprises.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme,
began on June 9th, 1983,
finished today, October 3rd, 2019
thirty-six years in the making.
Now I am hoping to be able to finish about
120 other unfinished pieces from decades ago.
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[Post 988]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-07-2019 07:39 AM
Before The New Rising Sun
Before the new rising sun,
After night begins its slow fade,
Consider what needs to be done:
Inside this world man has made
Where so many live and die,
As slaves to blinded greed,
While so few ask the why
The millions so hurt and bleed.
Before the loud cock crows,
After its morning call echoes,
Consider to let Love grow:
Inside and outward as it shows
Walk the path that so redeems,
Softer heart and human soul,
Abandon world's greedy schemes
As such dark takes heavy tolls.
Before that red sun sets,
After sweet youth fades away,
Consider what faith begets:
Inside the spirit each day
Enjoy peace that so inspires,
The treasures of Life and Love,
That kindles deep flaming fires
Born from Light from far above.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2019
Rhyme, ( Allow Truth and Light to gift their golden treasures)
Note: This was rewritten from memory of a poem that was among
the hundreds that were stolen from me and burned many decades ago.
The title and some verses came to me but the rest are new.
I am surprised that this poem came to me this morn as if it demanded
that I address its premature demise those many years ago.
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[Post 989]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-08-2019 09:01 PM
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret
Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she was wanted more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Edit, 11-05-2019, -- This poem took first place in the contest....--Tyr
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[Post 990]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-09-2019 02:55 PM
Treasure Once Found Within An Enchanted Forest Dream
With cravings of Love's joyous shout
as warmth of rose in full sunlight
casting its dappled shades about
hot flames, ardor's red-throes excite...
and within soft glows, its amber shine
the fairy goddess became mine.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-09- 2019
Romanticism, (What A Young Poet Once Dreamed To Find )
Note- After be chided for my not more often writing any softer, sweeter , romantic pieces, I took note and decided to sit a spell and let passion send its romantic fires to kindle flickering flames that once so burned my soul in my youth.
This short piece flowed forth and resisted my mighty tempting urges to lengthen it.
Actually, about forty years ago, I wrote about a hundred poems similar to this, in content ,in passionate embrace of the blasting fires that once stirred a young poet's seeking heart.
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[Post 991]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-10-2019 09:27 AM
As New Lovers Wake To Meet Dawn's Awaiting Treasures
Waking in Love's glory, he felt and said:
With heart swollen, bursting with love for her
with her sweet, wonderful smile gazing back
With sun casting glow in her waking eyes
with soft, tender words uttered as she rose
With new adoration, his heart astir
with teasing treasures seen at her bare pose
With gentle touch, of that first morning's kiss
with solemn vow, he shouted- "I Love You".
Waking in Love's glory, she felt and said:
With immense bliss, praying they never part
with eager want, beating in loving heart
With sight of his exiting hot shower
with promise of his sexual power
With true glory in new day's welcomed start
within realm of his ivory tower
With that gentle touch, that first honeyed kiss
with soft solemn vow, she cried- "I Love You".
R.J. Lindley
April, 17th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Romantic scene, first morn after Love's first sweet feast )
Note: Presenting an old romantic piece.
My second presentation of romance, passion and the treasures of love.
This is a newly edited version of an old poem from forty-six years ago.
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[Post 992]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-11-2019 12:35 PM
If Fated, Life Finds, Love Is Its Own True Reward
If Fated hammer hits, are born of a God's wrath
then perhaps universe does dance in its last throe
as lost echoes sent down irreversible path,
from morbid scenes, flown from a tragic Shakespeare's show.
If Fated sorrow pains, are seeds from that God's grief
then perhaps, our dark world resides in falling tears
as seas within dimensions of love-torn relief,
washing rocky shores, in waves of dark, mortal fears.
If Fated by death's hand, cuts from a dark God's sword
then perhaps, greatest promise is in its last gash
as we are but a selfish, wicked fleshly horde,
oft serving our greed, begging for more and more cash.
If Fated last hours, are felt as Love's true reward.
Then perhaps, we find life lived, was not too hard.
Robert J. Lindley, 10/10/2019
Sonnet, ( What Old Poet Thought While On A Dark Midnight Walk )
Note- Last night I wrote a third romantic poem--but this morn my
angry muse steered me into birthing this piece. We argued just which of the two to present today. She won by the power of dastardly and malevolent threats she made about when I sleep..
Sleep, is something she claims she never has to do...... hmm.
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[Post 993]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-16-2019 02:18 PM
I Wrote A Poem Today,Its Message True Words
I wrote a poem today,its message true words
banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.
Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.
I cried that sad day,love-loss a great blow
birthed saddest grey,bringing life low
in epic pain found I, darkest of hell
nothing left to gain,ours is a sad tale.
Heard a rumor say,you are pretty still
time to leave today,I write my last will.
Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.
I wrote a poem today,its message true words
banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.
Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.
R.J. Lindley
June 24th, 1979
Rhyme, ( Love Lost, A Bridge Broken And Burnt To Ashes )
(updated with minor editing-10-16-2019)
Old Note, 6/24/1979-- Deleted...
New Note: ""grey""- use is (4a)... (lacking cheer or brightness in mood,)
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/grey
grey adjective
less common spelling of GRAY
1a: of the color gray
b: tending toward gray
blue-gray eyes
c: dull in color
2: having the hair gray : HOARY
3: clothed in gray
**** 4a: lacking cheer or brightness in mood, outlook, style, or flavor
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[Post 994]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-23-2019 10:12 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 12 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:180
Total # Words: 136
Note:
In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
A view once seen and a heart once broken,
As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
In its place, was accepted an evil token..........
Where Leaps Hot Desires In Adoring Breast
Here atop this majestic mountain crest,
Amidst flying winds that soothe aching soul,
Looking at earth, at Nature's very best,
Where resides a force man can not control;
Man, mortal man his heart too often weeps,
For selfish pleasures, treasures not his due,
Clear views of darkness, as so oft it creeps,
In crashing waves as evil deeds accrue.
Thus flows Fate's decrees, its accursed hand,
As Truest of loving heart cries out for you,
Seeing this vast, beautiful ancient land,-
In glory, as its gems Nature's renews;
As did your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow,
Where leaps hot desires in Adoring breast,
Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows,
Stronger than gales cast at Nature's behest.
As with your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow.
Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)
Note:
In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
A view once seen and a heart once broken,
As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
In its place, was accepted an evil token..........
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[Post 995]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-01-2019 10:23 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
Lord Byron
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet, peer, and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence, and is considered one of the historical leading figures of the Romantic movement of his era.[1][2][3] He is regarded as one of the greatest English poets[4] and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular.
2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Lord-Byron-poet
In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron
Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift pre-ordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me Love- let thy hand seeketh mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series,
fourth poet- Lord Byron )
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288+212 = 500, I met my goal of the total being 500.
Always a challenge to set a number then write to meet it..
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212
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[Post 996]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-05-2019 11:24 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
Couplets,
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )
Note (1): This is the sixth poem I've written to honor Shelly.
All six were done in different poetry forms/styles, I judged
four of them to not be good enough and thus discarded them.
Of the five poets honored in this poets tribute series,
Shelly is by far the most difficult one for me to write to
honor. This is the shortest of the 6 poems I've composed
but I think is the best one of the two chosen to represent
my overall views, considerations and admiration of the
magnificent poet- Percy Bysshe Shelly.
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Note (2).: Friends, I began this five poets tribute series
very shortly after ending my first tribute series... A
short break was needed because I had serious health issues
and needed to rethink how to continue this series.
Especially, I needed to decide which poets to write more
dedications to and also plan on which great, but lesser
known poets shall be in my next five poets series.
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(1.)
We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New
Nevermore softest touch of loving hand
nevermore, will we together stand!
Forevermore, our sad souls shall deny
forevermore, lost halls echo our cry!
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Resplendent, were nights of our hot fervor
Alas! Found was a doomed endeavor!
Dare we blame Fate or dim light of pale moon
Or passion's depths entered far too soon?
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Nay! Such was burning of flames searing hot
blasting love like a massive cannon shot!
A wound opened, that blood could flow
crimson path creating, a way to go!
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Nevermore waking morns, your face to see
nevermore that soft caress touching me!
O'hand of grief, release that crushing hold
forevermore, give back sweet love we sold!
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Resplendent, were trysts under bright moonlight
Alas! In hot embrace we left true sight!
Did Fate, romantic fever wash away
Or simply set price we both had to pay?
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Nay! Moon shadows whispered, it was greed
your huge demands, worship you both so need!
All was true love, 'tis fault of you and I
we can see, we once had, pie in the sky!
You were my angel, I your lover true.
We were so blessed, when our love was new.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2019
Rhyme, ( Treasure Once Found, From Youth, A Lover Sweetly Missed )
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Un espoir, une prière, que Père Time me permette de réaliser ce rêve.)
(2.)
Within Faith, Such Magnificent Dream Lives
God: Can not thy merciful hand stop
flow of tears from her weeping eyes,
Will thy merciful heart into life shine
rays, into her beautiful sky?
Grant thee, this new morn a majestic gift
of true Love, needed Light it brings,
Can not thy heavenly paradise send
Love to her as thy angels sing?
Plead I, this request born of truest Love
as my soul bleeds deeply for her,
Within faith, such magnificent dream lives
whilst this beating heart now so stirs.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
Rhyme- Couplets,
Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )
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[Post 997]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2019 12:53 PM
Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)
Note:
1.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
much more at link given...
2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom. much more at link given...
Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Alas! At night stars dimmed and evil winds blew
midnight hour, I was served bones I could not chew
and a foul drink of bitter regrets and lying
as Fate had set me here, this ship of slow dying!
Such was a dark curse, uttered by her deep hate
For she turned to darkness to then alter my Fate!
Ten years had raced into oblivion's cup
into darkest seas we went, I never gave up
tho' soul had been impaled by poisonous blades
I clung to that romantic love that never fades!
Such as the poets of old sang and wrote about
Looking to the heavens and giving mighty shouts!
Chained was I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)
Note:
1.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
much more at link given...
samuel-taylor-coleridge
2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...ylor-coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom.
Coleridge renounced poetic vocation in his thirtieth year and set out to define and defend the art as a practicing critic. His promotion of Wordsworth’s verse, a landmark of English literary response, proceeded in tandem with a general investigation of epistemology and metaphysics. Coleridge was preeminently responsible for importing the new German critical philosophy of Immanuel Kant and Friedrich von Schelling; his associated discussion of imagination remains a fixture of institutional criticism while his occasional notations on language proved seminal for the foundation and development of Cambridge English in the 1920s. In his distinction between culture and civilization Coleridge supplied means for a critique of the utilitarian state, which has been continued in our own time. And in his late theological writing he provided principles for reform in the Church of England. Coleridge’s various and imposing achievement, a cornerstone of modern English culture, remains an incomparable source of informed reflection on the brave new world whose birth pangs he attended.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born on October 21, 1772 in the remote Devon village of Ottery St. Mary, the tenth and youngest child of Ann Bowdon Coleridge and John Coleridge, a school-master and vicar whom he was said to resemble physically as well as mentally. In vivid letters recounting his early years he describes himself as “a genuine Sans culotte, my veins uncontaminated with one drop of Gentility.” The childhood of isolation and self-absorption which Coleridge describes in these letters has more to do, on his own telling, with his position in the family. Feelings of anomie, unworthiness, and incapacity persisted throughout a life of often compulsive dependency on others.
A reader seemingly by instinct, Coleridge grew up surrounded by books at school, at home, and in his aunt’s shop. The dreamy child’s imagination was nourished by his father’s tales of the planets and stars and enlarged by constant reading. Through this, “my mind had been habituated to the Vast—& I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief. I regulated all my creeds by my conceptions not by my sight—even at that age.” Romances and fairy tales instilled in him a feeling of “the Great” and “the Whole.” It was a lesson he never forgot. Experience he always regarded as a matter of whole and integrated response, not of particular sensations. Resolving conflicted feelings into whole response occupies much of his best verse, and his developed philosophical synthesis represents a comparable effort of resolution.
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[Post 998]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-10-2019 02:53 PM
My blog presented moments ago at my home poetry site--
This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. - Robert Lindley's Blog
This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
Blog Posted:11/10/2019 1:45:00 PM
This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the first poet honored in my recently started Second poets tribute series. First poet chosen in the series and first poem presented today..
I urge any here to read his extremely famous poem , The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. I promise it is truly a poetic feast.
https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
Answer to a Child's Question
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1816
Christabel [excerpt]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796
Frost at Midnight
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1797
Ne Plus Ultra
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833
Work Without Hope
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1824
What Is an Epigram?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1801
Constancy to an Ideal Object
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1827
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1892
A Christmas Carol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
2017
Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1847
Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1825
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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https://interestingliterature.com/2017/04/24/the-best-coleridge-poems-everyone-should-read/
LITERATURE
The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.
‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.
‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.
‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.
‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.
https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
Answer to a Child's Question
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1816
Christabel [excerpt]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796
Frost at Midnight
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1797
Ne Plus Ultra
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833
Work Without Hope
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1824
What Is an Epigram?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1801
Constancy to an Ideal Object
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1827
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1892
A Christmas Carol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
2017
Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1847
Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1825
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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https://interestingliterature.com/2017/04/24/the-best-coleridge-poems-everyone-should-read/
LITERATURE
The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.
‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.
‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.
‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.
‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.
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[Post 999]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-11-2019 11:46 AM
Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest Of Words
Poets, dare to present what your heart speaks
let it roam other realms, true meaning seek,
venture into lands with magical shores
sail a hundred ships, seek a thousand more!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Poets, open your treasure chest of words
release its flock of metaphorical birds,
set pen to reveal soul that truly sings
of Life, Love, Sweet Romance, Heavenly things!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Speak of treasures, innumerable dreams
weave your verse tapestries with golden seams
let your spirit cast forth what is within
show Art's truth is were poetry begins!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
You may find that beauty shines in the Dark
for world shows Nature is oft bold and stark,
in that dose of truth- poets may thus gift
deep verse, some that inspiringly uplift!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Poets, know this- Life is preciously short
write deep, kindness from your readers exhort
set stage, in scenic views let beauty shine
who knows fame's glory, may be yours or mine!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-11-2019
Rhyme, (Thirty verses composed to honor a dear poet friend that turned thirty today)
"My friend, such is this poem, its heart true
its splashed ink, sincere gift unto you!
And in return this old poet found this
touch from poetry's goddess, her sweet kiss!"
Quote:
" She that sends verses to this seeking heart,
shall forever, greater wisdom impart."- by RJL
" Celle qui envoie des vers à ce coeur qui cherche,
doit pour toujours, une plus grande sagesse conférer."
Note:
Composed this morn, before the birds sang
before the old red rooster's first call rang
as steaming hot coffee I sat to drink
a poet, from Life's duties, will not shrink!
He that gives to others, reaps seven-fold,
treasures that can never be bought or sold
I was told, Life's treasures are to be found
beyond horizons, far far out of bounds!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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I wrote this for a poet friend that turned thirty today.
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[Post 1000]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-13-2019 04:02 PM
Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon,
Second poets tribute series, Conrad Potter Aiken
(1.)
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Conrad-Aiken
Conrad Aiken
AMERICAN WRITER
WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
See Article History
Alternative Title: Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Aiken, in full Conrad Potter Aiken, (born August 5, 1889, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.—died August 17, 1973, Savannah), American Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, short-story writer, novelist, and critic whose works, influenced by early psychoanalytic theory, are concerned largely with the human need for self-awareness and a sense of identity. Aiken himself faced considerable trauma in his childhood when he found the bodies of his parents after his father had killed his mother and committed suicide. He later wrote of this in his autobiography Ushant (1952).
Aiken was educated at private schools and at Harvard University, where he was a friend and contemporary of T.S. Eliot (whose poetry was to influence his own). A tutor in English at Harvard in the late 1920s and a London correspondent for The New Yorker in the mid-1930s, he divided his life almost equally between England and the United States until 1947, when he settled in Massachusetts. Aiken was instrumental as editor of Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924) in establishing that poet’s posthumous reputation, and he played a significant role in introducing the work of American poets to the British public.
much more at link given..
(2.)
https://poets.org/poet/conrad-aiken
Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon
Second poets tribute series, Conrad Aiken
As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
war I with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!
Rove I in midnight dreams, through golden halls of Avalon
speak I, to pale white ghosts of poems Poetry hath spawn,
in our discourse bow I, to wisdom's arms, they wisely wield
oft I, have cause to battle foes, fight under that bold shield!
From echoing voices that call and ask for solemn vows
hear i, melancholy groans, as a shadow figure prowls,
deep dark in the black abyss my soul races on to sink
bloody cuts appear, faster than a witch's black cat can blink!
Fearful that this time, a return path will never be found
beg I for rooster's waking crow, dawn's most heavenly sound,
in my sincere, hopeful prayer rests a further great plea
that faith's Light returns, to save a wretched sinner like me!
As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
I war with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Rhyme, (14,14,14,14)
(Dark, As Poet Wars Against Doubts, Fatigue And Melancholy)
Inspired by Senlin: His Dark Origins by Conrad Aiken
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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https://poets.org/poet/conrad-aiken
His poetry/prose
Poetry
A Letter from Lí Po and Other Poems (1955)
A Seizure of Limericks (1964)
And in the Hanging Garden (1933)
And in the Human Heart (1940)
Brownstone Eclogues (1942)
Collected Poems (1953)
Collected Poems (1970)
Earth Triumphant and Other Tales in Verse (1914)
Gehenna (1930)
John Deth, A Metaphysical Legacy, and Other Poems (1930)
Landscape West of Eden (1934)
Nocturne of Remembered Spring and Other Poems (1917)
Prelude (1929)
Preludes for Memnon (1931)
Priapus and the Pool (1922)
Punch: The Immortal Liar (1921)
Selected Poems (1929)
Selected Poems (1961)
Sheepfold Hill: Fifteen Poems (1958)
Skylight One: Fifteen Poems (1950)
The Charnal Rose, Senlin, and Other Poems (1918)
The Coming Forth by Day of Osiris Jones (1931)
The Divine Pilgrim (1949)
The Fluteplayer (1956)
The House of Dust: A Symphony (1920)
The Jig of Forslin: A Symphony (1916)
The Kid (1947)
The Morning Song of Lord Zero (1963)
The Pilgrimage of Festus (1923)
The Soldier: A Poem (1944)
Time in the Rock: Preludes to Definition (1936)
Turns and Moves and Other Tales in Verse (1916)
Wake II (1952)
Prose
A Reviewer's ABC (1958)
Collected Criticism (1968)
Melody of Chaos (1931)
Scepticism, Notes on Contemporary Poetry (1919)
Ushant: An Essay (1952)
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[Post 1001]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-14-2019 02:25 PM
Single Flower, In Winter's Grip
cold and frozen heart
graveyard, abandoned tombstone
life, fires, dead ashes
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 1002]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-15-2019 08:59 AM
I just now noticed that this long thread now has exactly 1,000 replies and over 65,000 views!
Gonna have to award myself a very strong and deliciously welcomed shot of fine whiskey tonight for that methinks.. :laugh: :dance::dance:
And also be sincerely and very grateful that poetry here at this political site somehow flourishes so..-- :banana:--- Tyr
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[Post 1003]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-19-2019 09:57 AM
Notes---
Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice, Second poets Tribute Series, Nabokov
Poet's Notes
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov
Notes :
(1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (Russian: ?????´??? ?????´??????? ????´??? [vl?'d?im??r vl?'d?im??r?v??t? n?'bok?f] (About this soundlisten); 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899[a] – 2 July 1977), also known by the pen name Vladimir Sirin (Russian: ?????´??? ??´???), was a Russian and American novelist, poet, translator and entomologist. His first nine novels were written in Russian (1926–38), but he achieved international prominence after he began writing English prose. Nabokov became an American citizen in 1945.....
First tribute poem
[B]Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice
As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!
Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
Should we not thus seek, blessings so divine
As to not let this world our lives define?
Big dipper singing soft ditty times three
As its handle cast light, welcoming me
Archer shot beams across the Milky Way
As benevolent words, asking no pay!
Brother moon dancing, to set wolves howling
Nature set free, its kids go a'prowing
In peaceful repose, I fall into sleep
My last words, "Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( When Youth, And Treasured Memories An Old Poet Remind )
Dedication, Second Poets Dedication Series, Nabokov
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Second tribute poem:
As Sun Rises, Bringing Morn's Newborn Glee
As sun rises, bringing morn's newborn glee
rooster crows out its pleasures at dawn's light
as world again wakes, its teeming dark sea
shouts, do as you will, dark has fled with night!
Alas! Such is but its great and black lie
for darkness chooses but a brief retreat
folly to believe, as many may die
joining cold ashes of mortal defeat!
When night returns, its dark dances about
as hidden shadows leap from poison trees
solemn blackness, its power needs no shout
as those wise in many years will agree!
Yet new sun that brings light to dark banish
sets its course mortal man can never sway
reveals those sins we may wish to vanish,
in ever decaying hours of each day!
As morn's voice calls, this sweet coffee I sup
slow across this wood porch, an inch-worm crawls
an old man savors third and final cup
and seeks warmth within his castle walls!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
(When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov
Notes :
(1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Comments Posted---
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 5:03:00 AM
From darkness to light and back. Great diptych, Robert. The worm in the last quatrain is very Nabokovian (Nabokov was a famous entomologist). One could say that the worm symbolizes something, but it symbolizes nothing (Nabokov laughed at the symbols), it just crawls. The very fact that the poet noticed a worm, whether real or imagined, and inserted it into the poem speaks about the poet's attention to an artistic detail (Nabokov loved details). But these two poems gave me great pleasure not because Nabokov is my favorite writer. It is great by itself.
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 4:58:00 AM
P.S.: Nabokov was a true master of darkness about which he knew firsthand. Once, in an interview, he said: "I have gained some experience; when my night comes, I will not be completely unprepared".
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Pashang Salehi
Date: 11/19/2019 12:33:00 AM
Truly peaceful... I'm getting sleepy as well... Goodnight.
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Brandy Nicole
Date: 11/18/2019 10:10:00 PM
"As I lay me down in lush verdant grass- Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"! Oh my, this thought touches my heart so deeply. The entire poem wraps gently around me. I see the darkness within your second tribute, the depth behind your words. Both poems hold amazing moments my dear friend. Once again, a Masterpiece you have created. ~ Brandy
Have now presented the two poems written to honor the fourth magnificent poet chosen, Vladimir Nabokov.. -Tyr
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[Post 1004]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2019 08:55 AM
Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command
He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!
She who his hot passion bestirs
in its fires, warms her eager heart
asks not for gold, diamonds or furs
instead, he a sweeter path chart!
He that her hand truly adores
in her light and grace, truly shine
oft wades along paradise shores
where sincere poets oft opine!
She that in his stead, falls to pray
accepts life's wrath and its dread
as for his sins she must then pay
sorrows born, when to death he fled!
He who lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command
I Then In Silver Silence Fell
My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!
I wept, you are oft my sad woe
in humble pride, I write my tales
caring not which way each spell flows
thus with freedom, my true ship sails.
My muse, to this cry was bemused
but with anger great, she then rose
tis' I that you truly abused
after I your worthless hide chose!
I then in silver silence fell
and in my morrows, saw so true
I had her under my dark spell
and thus my freedom could renew!
My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command..
Note:
Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and let the
captive rhymes dance and outward flow....
as in verses from a past youth's meandering
and lighthearted compositions....
As in the *Dark verse* can not be embraced for too long.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 1005]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2019 05:04 PM
In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate
Life, its complexity truly astounds
astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
earthbound but not without imagined flight
flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
disbelief of blindness that brings dark grief
grief of those lost, dying with no recourse
recourse from disease of war's killing force.
Force spilling blood, war's sad barbaric score
score of flesh and bones, as death demands more
more as heaping mounds of worthless refuse
refuse this world considers of no use!
Life, horrors often born of man's dark hate
Hate's dark blindness, chalked up to just be Fate!
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 21-2019
Chained Sonnet, ( War, Its Savagery And Its Bloody Costs)
( Where Peace And Beauty Can Be Shattered In An Instant)
Perfect 100 words hit...
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words::::: 100
Chained Sonnet definition:
Chained Sonnet ( or linked sonnet), is a sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.
The elements of the Chained sonnet are:
1. the verse is written in any sonnet form.
2. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
3. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.
Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1053-chained-sonnet/
Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.
## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements
which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
rhyme pattern or volta requirements. Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/
Source: http://forums.familyfriendpoems.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=130578
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[Post 1006]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-25-2019 08:55 AM
Note: Stats on poems:
Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet
Stats of first poem - a tribute sonnet
Robert J. Lindley, 11/23/2019
Sonnet, 10,10,10,10 (Closing verse 12, 12 )
Second Poets Tribute Series, Alexander Pushkin
Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:: 144
Total # Words:::::: 110
Stats of second poem- a tribute poem
Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2019
Rhyme, ( When Darkness Lost Its Wicked Grip )
Alexander Pushkin Tribute
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 210
Total # Words:::: 170
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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)
(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee
Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In late midnight hours, moonlight streaming down
Alas! With Time's fleeing flight, thy fame fades
Yet thy verse treasures gave thee world renown.
Bard, thy prowling ship upon open seas
Delivered thy Art, to this sad world please
Fate, its dark hand did thy youthful life take
For thy wife's honor, thee would not forsake!
Bard, from thy glory this poet now feels
Pains of sorrows at thy early demise
From thy fruited verse, this world so oft peels
In its beauty, words so precious and wise!
Poetry gave its deep rich brilliance unto thee.
As thy muse sent thee magnificent melodies.
Robert J. Lindley, 11/23/2019
Sonnet, 10,10,10,10 (Closing verse 12, 12 )
Second Poets Tribute Series, Alexander Pushkin
Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:: 144
Total # Words:::::: 110
(2.)
New Dawn, New Life, To Heaven Rose My Cry
Pray I, to One that made ground and blue sky
Giving us earth's beauty for Heaven's sake
With bounty that mankind can not deny,
Thus fallen on grassy greens so, Pray I.
By heavens, Life caresses soul in me
Yet in blackest blackness of darkest night
In my wayward youth, this I sought to flee
And into black blackness of darkest sea.
Pray I, for salvation before I die
And true to His grace, faith was reborn true
With promise of dear life a bounding tie
Thus dark went away and sweet thanks, Pray I.
New dawn, new Life, to Heaven rose my cry
And soon I heard an angel chorus sing
Into its sounding midst, I did thus fly
With sweet teardrops that fell from misty eyes.
Pray I, others this blessing from blue sky
And Love and Peace such gift, God truly brings
Dastardly road took, I shall not deny
As bowing my head and with joy, Pray I.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2019
Rhyme, ( When Darkness Lost Its Wicked Grip )
Alexander Pushkin Tribute
Syllables Per Line:
10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 210
Total # Words:::: 170
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
From my blog...
Information on , Fifth poet- Alexander Pushkin , honored in my Second Poets Tribute Series
Blog Posted:11/23/2019 9:37:00 AM
Information on , Fifth poet- Alexander Pushkin ,
honored in my Second Poets Tribute Series
(1.) https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
He was a Russian poet, novelist, dramatist and writer of short stories.
Many think he was the greatest Russian poet.
Aleksandr Pushkin by Vasily Tropinin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was born 26 May 1799 (6 June New Style) 1799, Moscow, and died 29 January 1837 (10 February, New Style), St Petersburg. He was a Russian poet, novelist, dramatist and writer of short stories.
Many think he was the greatest Russian poet. He started the great tradition of Russian literature. Pushkin wrote in a way that no other Russian had done: he used the Russian language as it was spoken instead of writing in a style based on old church books. His influence on other Russian writers was enormous and several Russian composers set his stories and poems to music. His poetry is very hard to translate well into other languages because the words are full of special meanings in Russian culture. His novels, especially Eugene Onegin, are widely read.
Pushkin was the great-grandson of an African slave of the Tzar Peter the Great. He was killed in a duel in 1837 at the age of 37.
Early years
Pushkin's father came from an old aristocratic family. On his mother's side Pushkin had African ancestors. His great-grandfather Abram Gannibal was an Abyssinian who was living in a palace of the Turkish sultan in Istanbul. The Russian ambassador bought him as a present for Peter the Great, the tsar of Russia. Gannibal became a favourite of Peter the Great and he was sent to Paris to study. He became very rich. Pushkin was proud of his great-grandfather and wrote about him in a novel called The Negro of Peter the Great.
In 19th century Russia all aristocratic families learned to speak French, so Pushkin and his brother and sister spoke and wrote in French more than in Russian. The children were cared for by a nurse, Arina Rodionovna Yakovleva. It was the nurse who taught them to love the Russian language. She told the children Russian folktales. Pushkin also spoke Russian to the peasants and he read many books in his father's library.
When he was 12 he went to a new school called the Imperial Lyceum at Tsarskoye Selo. Years later this school was renamed Pushkin after their famous pupil. He soon started writing romantic poems in Russian using Russian tales of heroes and adventures. Ruslan and Ludmila was a poem that was later to be made into an opera by Mikhael Glinka.
Adulthood
In 1817, Pushkin got a job in the foreign office at St. Petersburg. He soon became interested in politics and supported the Decembrist revolt of 1825 when a group of noblemen and army officers tried to put another tsar in power and make him less powerful. Pushkin wrote some political poems. The result was that he was told he had to leave St. Petersburg. He had to spend six years in exile in the south of the country: in the Caucasus and the Crimea. He wrote about his experiences in the south in several romantic narrative poems (long poems which tell a story). He started work on a novel in verse called Yevgeny Onegin (or Eugene Onegin). He did not finish it until 1833. This was to be his most famous work. It was used by many musicians including Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky who made it into an opera. The poem shows typical Russian people in the society of his day.
Pushkin was angry that he was still in exile and he wrote many letters to his friends. Many of these letters were later published. He spent a lot of time drinking, gaming and fighting with swords. He fell in love with the daughter of a Count for whom he was working. The Count managed to get Pushkin exiled to his mother's estate near Pskov at the other end of Russia. Pushkin spent two years here. He was lonely, but he studied Russian history and talked to the peasants. The poems he wrote were full of ideas from Russian culture. He wrote one of his major works: Boris Godunov, a drama about a story from Russian history. The composer Modest Mussorgsky later made an opera from it. Boris Godunov was a cruel tsar in the 17th century. Pushkin's play shows that the ordinary people had a lot of power. This made it difficult for Pushkin to get it published.
Return from exile
After the revolt in 1825 the new tsar Nicholas I realized that Pushkin was by now very famous. He also realized that he had not taken part in the revolt, so he allowed him to return. The tsar said that he himself would censor Pushkin's works before they were allowed to be published. He said that he was going to be a good tsar and help the poor people (the serfs) to become free. Pushkin was in a difficult position because he could not write anything that the tsar would not like.
He had to be very careful not to say bad things about the rulers of the country. The police watched him very carefully. Yet at this time Pushkin wrote a large number of great works, almost each one of them being the first of their kind in Russian literature. One example is the short story The Queen of Spades, which Tchaikovsky made into an opera and which was to be a great influence on the novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Last years
In his last years, Pushkin was again in government service in St. Petersburg. He married in 1831 and had to spend a lot of time in society at court. He wrote more and more prose. He wrote a history of Peter the Great and a historical novel The Captain's Daughter. He kept asking the tsar to let him resign from his job and go to the country to spend his time writing. The tsar would not allow that. In 1837, Pushkin was killed in a duel. He had been forced to fight the duel in order to defend his wife's honour.
Pushkin’s achievements
The Russian language today would be very different if it had not been for Pushkin. Using the language as it was spoken by the people he made it into a language which was simple but which could also express deep feelings. His works were a great influence on later writers like Ivan Turgenev, Ivan Goncharov and Leo Tolstoy. Yevgeny Onegin was the first Russian novel which told a story about the society of the time. His works have been translated into all the major languages
(2.)
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Aleksandr-Sergeyevich-Pushkin
(3.)
https://www.notablebiographies.com/Pe-Pu/Pushkin-Aleksandr.html
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[Post 1007]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-08-2019 09:03 AM
To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.
To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.
To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.
To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( Sonnet) ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )
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Note:
Composed this morn from the seed of a poem fragment that was
written in 1977. I woke having dreamed of this lady. Searched,
found the old poem fragment and then went to composing.
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[Post 1008]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 12-08-2019 08:50 PM
God Bless You Robert...providing a water-hole for my soul is a good thing...
**Thanks for what you do....
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[Post 1009]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-09-2019 06:53 AM
God Bless You Robert...providing a water-hole for my soul is a good thing...
**Thanks for what you do....
Thank you for the recognition my friend. Poetry is a passion of mine and I have been at it for many decades.
Writing became one of many addictions I had in my youth. Thankfully it was one that was good, had merit
and that I have been blessed to have kept alive.
Words, words, sometimes they fly out like graceful songbirds
With a swishing sway, truth in magnificent flight
Or trampling dust-clouds rising from predatory herds
They skulk from shadows lurking on Raven-clad nights.-- RJL
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[Post 1010]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-11-2019 01:45 PM
I Know Some Of Life's Sorrows, Fate Decrees Everlasting
I saw seven dying newborn white horses
I stumbled upon seventeen darken courses
I ran through twenty-seven ancient burnt temples
I found love may be hard, even when life is simple.
I sat at thirty-seven broken wooden tables
I listen intently to forty-seven mystical fables
I kissed sweetly of fifty-seven kindhearted virgins
I sat in ocean fires with flaming tides surging.
I spoke sixty-seven times of my cravings
I cried out seventy-seven of my maddest ravings
I sang eighty-seven songs of death and devastation
I recall the best and worse of me without hesitations.
I wonder if hundred-seven years would be worth living
I think I need hundred twenty-seven years for forgiving
I beg for hundred thirty-seven days of deepest fasting
I know some of life's sorrows, Fate decrees everlasting.
R.J. Lindley, Sept 20th. 1976, December 11th, 2019
Rhyme, ( The Roads That Fate And Destiny Set Upon Us )
- Where the mystical shadow dances and blows.-
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[Post 1011]
Author : Abbey Marie
Date : 12-11-2019 05:14 PM
Robert, have you read the poetry of Mary Sarton? Particularly “Encore: A Journal of the Eightieth Year”? If not, check it out on Amazon; I think you would really enjoy it.
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[Post 1012]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-11-2019 07:10 PM
O' Destiny Why Did Thy Fatal Blow Come?
Within midnight's pallid moonlight
Glows that sad heart boldly demand
Memories of that fateful night
And loss of a true angel's hands
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?
Within her love, lay paradise
Sensual appetites and more
Kisses that did more than suffice
To leave me begging for much more
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?
Within this world, misery ebbs
Huge waves crash and massive tides turn
Like flies in hungry spider's web
Fate cries, victims get what they earn
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?
Within dreams reality denies
Dance nights that lovers truly miss
Beddings, and yellow moonlit skies
Before hearing snake's deadly hiss
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?
Within life that sorrows now infect
Love's past memories sustain
Briefest moments to this reflect
How I shall not kiss you again
O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come?
R.J. Lindley, April 12th 1977, December 11th, 2019
Romanticism/Rhyme, ( When Sorrows Flood Like A Swollen River )
Note: Another poem fragment completed today.
Perhaps this Christmas season I may be able to do many.
A blessing if that is gifted me.....
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Abbey thank you for the information given in your post my friend.. I will check out that poet tomorrow.
It does seem to me that I've came across her name before..
During my past research on my famous female poets dedication series....
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[Post 1013]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-15-2019 06:51 PM
Simple Musings By A Southern Poet,
Part One
Lips of honey glisten like dew
does life listen when one begs
a drink, yes just a snort or two
until one can not feel their legs,
marvelous the smell of winter's breath
fireplace warmth, so snugly inside
yes, one can truly so fear death
then can find nowhere to hide,
Laugh at the futility of crying
when hope awaits praying words
of course great despair is not dying
when dawn glory awards sweet songbirds,
forest speaks in images soft cast
its true desires oft by man unknown
some did in their youth have a blast
my how swiftly Father Time has flown,
Long for treasures are oft forbidden
as are splinters from wooden shoes
horse that has never been ridden
and thus never knows mortal blues,
live to find beautiful lover true
with ample attributes so abundant
life and living, strangely up to you
tho' oft some days are redundant.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2019
Rhyme, Simple musings,
( Yes, I'd like another shot or two )
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[Post 1014]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-16-2019 08:23 AM
Simple Musings Of A Southern Poet,
Part Two, Tribute to my father
Born to stand proud, truly tall like a tree
world's demands, of which he did not agree
night and day when massive battles did rage
to a fault, unsung hero of his age
Born to walk paths, others so fear to tread
caring not for world, or its corrupted thread
with prayer, sincerity of true heart
love of life, divine wisdom to impart
Born to see, how faith relieved tormented souls
live life with honor, knowing its great tolls
watching dawn cast anew, its sweetest gifts
of divine blessings, healing that uplifts
Born to love, faith, family and dear friends
true to life and all that honor portends
saw death as just another waiting door
enter with true faith, find paradise shores.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-16-2019
Rhyme, Simple Musings of a Southern Man
Tribute to my father....
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[Post 1015]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-16-2019 04:35 PM
I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak
I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak
supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees
attempted to love just for loving's sake
drown myself in sorrow's of empty seas.
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I climbed mountains that rose forever
walked deserts and laughed at dying thirst
but in my Life I have sworn to never
beg for winter's harsh cold nor be the first!
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I have through paradise a time once trod
sat on its rainbow singing out of key
swore to truly love before man and God
angel that broke my chains to set me free
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I have lived within shadows that mourn
roped a bronc and stole many a girl
been between life and death wickedly torn
in battles victory's flags unfurled.
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2019
Rhyme, ( Giving Thanks For Poetry's Many Fine Blessings)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 1016]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-27-2019 12:04 PM
R. J. Lindley, Original version August 7th, 1974,
(edited lightly 12/27-2019 to correct to a uniform syllable count )
Ode, ( A Poetic Tribute To Greek Mythology, Nature, Romance And Dreams )
(1a Note: Ode- definition-
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ode
ode noun
\ 'od \
Definition of ode (Entry 1 of 2)
: a lyric poem usually marked by exaltation of feeling and style,
varying length of line, and complexity of stanza forms
example- Keats's ode "To a Nightingale"
(1 b)
ode noun: a poem in which a person expresses a strong feeling of love or respect for someone or something
(2.) Note:
My having been ill these last few days- I did not compose any new
poetry but did edit this one to present, as a poet must endeavor
to produce/create until .. that last breath and final door opens..
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Total number of words::::: 274
Ode To Goddess Of Purest Romance And Sweetest Dreams
O' shimmering light, thy gleam so adores
stamped and born of hot heavenly fires,
as tidal waves splashing on pleading shores
beautiful song that this soul never tires,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
O' dancing maiden, of green forested glen
voice that truly entices and so allures,
temptress of broken and repentant men
gifting sweet mercy on fantasy tours,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
Mother earth, awards thy enchanting grace
beauty that no mortal breath ever took,
born as gift, that no other could replace
as an atonement from heart's purest nook,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
Aphrodite, gave wonderment of Love
in dawn's glory bathed thy soft countenance,
bequeathing thy charms from heavens above
as gifts and bounty of purest romance,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
Olympus, set dazzling blue in thy eyes
temptations sizzling from thy sexy lips,
with star-lighted twinkles from moonlit skies
greater than that of treasure laden ships,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
O' goddess send light to this darken soul
and divine manna to this famished heart,
for evil world has taken heavy toll
ripping needed fantasy dreams apart,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face,
O' goddess thy dear words this soul redeems
just as thy soft touch, renews aching heart,
to utter solemn vows in midnight dreams
begging for more love thy kissing imparts,
gift thy rapture in golden lace
plead I, goddess of Nature's face.
R. J. Lindley, Original version August 7th, 1974,
(edited lightly 12/27-2019 to correct to a uniform syllable count )
Ode, ( A Poetic Tribute To Greek Mythology, Nature, Romance And Dreams )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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[Post 1017]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-28-2019 12:50 PM
Her Eyes, Pools Of Promise Under Bright Stars
Her pillars of flame,mounds of firm delight
naked her beauty,wonderment at night
she a goddess,mankind truly desires
radiant heat,pleasures scorching fires
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.
Her lips, tantalizing and rosy red
gift of passionate joy,in lovers bed
she a queen that offers hope to mankind
born of romance,a rare jewel to find
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.
Her sexy charms,in glowing moonlit scenes
fantasies to bedeck a young man's dreams
she a vixen,sweet as honey and wine
a fruited dessert,ripe upon the vine
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.
Her eyes,pools of promise under bright stars
Mankind's treasure,when her true love is ours!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-28- 2019
Rhyme, ( Dedication to Love , Romance And Women- A Blessing For Mankind )
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Written for Nina's new contest......
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[Post 1018]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2019 07:58 AM
I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words
I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth
across oceans spanning earth's massive girth,
from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies
to mysterious realms others oft deny.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have spun tapestries of golden words
sang ditties with most beautiful songbirds,
swam in wondrous lakes with waters crystal clear
all with impunity, without any fear.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have prayed under giant black-oak trees
sincere solemn prayers upon bend'ed knees,
as a lost lover once blinded by my greed
sacrificing all, for this love to feed.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have seen sights breathtaking to behold
heard dark ancient tales so wildly told,
with crestfallen despair, wrote life is not fair
begging for forgiveness, for love to share.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2019
Romanticism
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[Post 1019]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2019 12:36 PM
Poetic Whispering Of Dark, Calamitous Decrees
Alas! Such as dark, as need to atone
gashing curses of blackest dread,
cold in heartache as frozen stone,
is sad death of a love-life once bled!
Behold! Life once sailed forth all alone
with its shadows creeping behind,
my how- deep miseries hath grown,
into iron chains that so firmly bind!
Aghast! I enter brilliant light now shone
stand at eternity's first door,
where hath divine mercy now flown,
as I beg for forgiveness and much more!
Lo! Why cometh this low grievous tone
voiced in most damning decrees,
that black shall eat my dying bones,
as dark desires hath so well damned me!
R.J. Lindley, October 23rd, 1979
Rhyme, ( As Poe Once Within Midnight Dreams So Spoke To Me )
(Birthed As A Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe)
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[Post 1020]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-03-2020 04:53 PM
Calm Waves On Peaceful Seas
Within Nature rests a rose scented breath
Its whispers a call against mortal death,
When brother sun it tempts to rise and shine
Sets dawn and morning light to this define,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Within vibrant beats of romantic heart
Gasping echoes, sounding true love starts,
By ones destined dream that often decrees
Giving up harvesting fruits from greedy trees,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Within man's earthen plight, oft treasures lay
Among the shadows of sun's dying day,
Begging love seeking souls to soon be found
And born to heart as free spirit unbound,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-3- 2020
Rhyme, ( As Life, Love and Living was meant to be )
Note:
Looking back upon life's glowing mirror,
it casting images that tender heart so craves,
aghast at many things now so clearer
and praying deep, that something remembered saves.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1021]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-09-2020 09:06 AM
From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand
In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause
in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause,
seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears
thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear;
whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor cares
what sorrow one displays or how much heart one shares
for savage the measure world uses to reward
dying lover or a talented, humble bard.
On pages offering up their softest virgin whites
are invisible castles beyond mortal sights,
each one begging for its wailing walls to withstand
massive cannon shots or a victor's crushing hand!
Poets, be they young or old, should a full pen hold true
to life, as spilling of ink- its treasures accrues!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Why All We Think We See, May Be An Illusion )
( So Spoke The Raven, After Master Poe Demanded Silence )
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Muse demanded I write this second poem on this first day
and it be dark. Raven agreed and Master Poe abstained.
Paper sang a blackened tune and pen danced a raging jig
as evil clouds rumbled while gathering in the far west
echoes drifted through broken window, and Hades jingled
a billion unbreakable chains. A older and wiser poet yielded
to avoid the usual headaches and aching pains!
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[Post 1022]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-12-2020 11:12 AM
A Rainbow Sings
Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late
Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces
A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow
Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014
Rhyme
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[Post 1023]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-16-2020 03:08 PM
(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss
Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays emitted by our reddish flame sun
wherein single feather may weigh a billion tons
lay boiling cauldrons of spittle and greedy lust
built upon sad foundations of mankind's dying dust!
Immune from wailing tears that victims so oft shed
and many choked valleys of warriors slow bled
storing loud echoes that darkness holds very dear
are battalions that spreadeth greatest mortal fear
joined in deep agonies with Life and Fated Time
destruction across every place and clime!
Alas! As terror brings woes to humanity
for its wicked deeds, and arrogant vanity
as an unmerciful world, tentacles wide spread
from birth of human flesh until stone-cold and dead
and beneath blue sky and mother earth left to rot
forever gone, dear life, love, and all man has got!
Within coils are lost souls in spinning black abyss,
Doomed to feel that bite and hear serpent's wicked hiss!
R.J. Lindley, July 26th-1990
Dark Rhyme, ( Are Mortals Doomed To This World Stay Blinded And Lost )
( Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe )
References,
Edgar Allen Poe, Two of his most recognizable works
(1.) The Fall of The House of Usher and -,
(2.) Raven - (NOT MENTIONED DIRECTLY, BUT IN SPIRIT GHOSTED)...
(2.B)
Always In Search Of Echoes, Rarely Ever Heard
In silence, I seek deep solitude of my pain
as reclusive ghost drowning in slow flushing drain
spiraling in abyss that destroys precious life
bleeding torrents cut by humanity's sharp knife
suspended above darkness, nothingness below
macabre imagery of late night horror show.
Waking as black-forest burns its long wailing trees
strange image of a sad ghost cut off at its knees
knowing this charade is just a poor poet's dream
fantasy born to hear some more low silent screams
pleading to stop that loud watery, rushing sound
just another victim, not completely hell bound.
In silence, heartbroken among life's dying herd.
Always in search of echoes, rarely ever heard.
R.J. Lindley, June 22nd, 1990
Dark sonnet, ( Well Beyond Midnight's Long Silent Parades )
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Note:
*This welcome from beyond midnight's hazy halo
*Journey into the Dark, few rarely ever go
*An imaginative rendering by a muse
*One given in a way, I could never refuse.
ADDITIONAL NOTE-
Each poem has over the years been edited several times,
including today, making four edits first poem and three
edits on the second poem.
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[Post 1024]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-21-2020 11:27 AM
When Swift, Bird of Hermes, Its Last Flight Takes--
(1.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes
Hermes
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Hermes
Boundaries, roads and travelers, commerce, thieves, athletes, shepherds. Psychopomp and divine messenger.
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Hermes Ingenui (Vatican Museums), Roman copy of the 2nd century BC after a Greek original of the 5th century BC. Hermes wears kerykeion, kithara, petasus (round hat), traveler's cloak and winged temples.
Abode Mount Olympus
Symbol Talaria, caduceus, tortoise, lyre, rooster, Petasos (Winged helmet)
Personal information
Parents Zeus and Maia
Siblings Aeacus, Angelos, Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses, the Moirai
Consort Merope, Aphrodite, Dryope, Peitho
Children Pan, Hermaphroditus, Abderus, Autolycus, Eudorus, Angelia, Myrtilus
Equivalents
Roman equivalent Mercury
Etruscan equivalent Turms
Egyptian equivalent Thoth, Anubis
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Hermes (/'h??rmi?z/; Greek: ?ρμ?ς) is a deity in Ancient Greek religion and mythology. Hermes is considered the god of boundaries, as well as the transgression of boundaries.
Hermes is believed to move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, and act as the psychopomp, or conductor of souls, into the afterlife.[1] He was also viewed as the protector and patron of roads and travelers,[2] as well as merchants, messengers, sailors, athletes, herdsmen, and thieves.[3]
In myth, Hermes was the emissary and messenger of the gods,[4] often considered the son of Zeus and the Pleiad Maia. Hermes was also described as "the divine trickster"[5]. His attributes and symbols include the herma, the rooster, the tortoise, satchel or pouch, winged sandals, and winged cap. His main symbol is the Greek kerykeion or Latin caduceus, which appears in a form of two snakes wrapped around a winged staff with carvings of the other gods.[6] Other symbols of Hermes included the palm tree, turtle, rooster, goat, the number four, several kinds of fish, and incense.[7]
In Latin, Hermes was known as Mercury,[8] and his attributes had previously influenced the earlier Etruscan god Turms, a name borrowed from the Greek "herma".[9]
Contents
1 Name and origin
2 Iconography
3 Functions
3.1 As a chthonic and fertility god
3.2 As a god of boundaries
3.3 As a messenger god
3.4 As a shepherd god
4 Historical and literary sources
4.1 In the Mycenaean period
4.2 In the Archaic period
4.3 In the Classical period
4.4 In the Hellenistic period
4.5 In the Roman period
4.6 In the Middle Ages
4.7 Temples
4.8 Festivals
5 Epithets
5.1 Atlantiades
5.2 Kriophoros
5.3 Argeiphontes
5.4 Messenger and guide
5.5 Trade
5.6 Dolios
5.7 Thief
5.8 Additional
6 Mythology
6.1 Early Greek sources
6.2 Hellenistic Greek sources
6.3 Lovers and children
6.4 Genealogy
7 In Jungian psychology
8 Hermes in popular culture
9 See also
10 Notes
11 References
12 Further reading
13 External links
Name and origin
The earliest form of the name Hermes is the Mycenaean Greek *hermahas,[10] written ?????? e-ma-a2 (e-ma-ha) in the Linear B syllabic script.[11] Most scholars derive "Hermes" from Greek ?ρμα herma,[12] "prop,[13] heap of stones, boundary marker", from which the word hermai ("boundary markers dedicated to Hermes as a god of travelers") also derives.[14]
The etymology of ?ρμα itself is unknown, but is probably not a Proto-Indo-European word.[10] R. S. P. Beekes rejects the connection with herma and suggests a Pre-Greek origin.[10] However, the stone etymology is also linked to Indo-European *ser- (“to bind, put together”). Scholarly speculation that "Hermes" derives from a more primitive form meaning "one cairn" is disputed.[15] Other scholars have suggested that Hermes may be a cognate of the Vedic Sarama.[16][17]
It is likely that Hermes is a pre-Hellenic god, though the exact origins of his worship, and its original nature, remain unclear. Frothingham thought the god to have existed as a Mesopotamian snake-god, similar or identical to Ningishzida, a god who served as mediator between humans and the divine, especially Ishtar, and who was depicted in art as a Caduceus.[18][19] Angelo (1997) thinks Hermes to be based on the Thoth archetype.[20] The absorbing ("combining") of the attributes of Hermes to Thoth developed after the time of Homer amongst Greeks and Romans; Herodotus was the first to identify the Greek god with the Egyptian (Hermopolis), Plutarch and Diodorus also, although Plato thought the gods to be dis-similar (Friedlander 1992).[21][22]
His cult was established in Greece in remote regions, likely making him originally a god of nature, farmers, and shepherds. It is also possible that since the beginning he has been a deity with shamanic attributes linked to divination, reconciliation, magic, sacrifices, and initiation and contact with other planes of existence, a role of mediator between the worlds of the visible and invisible.[23] According to a theory that has received considerable scholarly acceptance, Hermes originated as a form of the god Pan, who has been identified as a reflex of the Proto-Indo-European pastoral god *Péh2uson,[24][25] in his aspect as the god of boundary markers. Later, the epithet supplanted the original name itself and Hermes took over the roles as god of messengers, travelers, and boundaries, which had originally belonged to Pan, while Pan himself continued to be venerated by his original name in his more rustic aspect as the god of the wild in the relatively isolated mountainous region of Arcadia. In later myths, after the cult of Pan was reintroduced to Attica, Pan was said to be Hermes's son.[25][26]
Iconography
Archaic bearded Hermes from a herm, early 5th century BC.
Statue of Hermes wearing the petasos, a voyager's cloak, the caduceus and a purse. Roman copy after a Greek original (Vatican Museums).
The image of Hermes evolved and varied along with Greek art and culture. In Archaic Greece he was usually depicted as a mature man, bearded, and dressed as a traveler, herald, or pastor. This image remained common on the Hermai, which served as boundary markers, roadside markers, and grave markers, as well as votive offerings.
In Classical and Hellenistic Greece, Hermes was usually depicted as a young, athletic man lacking a beard. When represented as Logios (Greek: Λ?γιος, speaker), his attitude is consistent with the attribute. Phidias left a statue of a famous Hermes Logios and Praxiteles another, also well known, showing him with the baby Dionysus in his arms.
At all times, however, through the Hellenistic periods, Roman, and throughout Western history into the present day, several of his characteristic objects are present as identification, but not always all together.[27][28] Among these objects is a wide-brimmed hat, the petasos, widely used by rural people of antiquity to protect themselves from the sun, and that in later times was adorned with a pair of small wings; sometimes this hat is not present, and may have been replaced with wings rising from the hair.
Another object is the caduceus, a staff with two intertwined snakes, sometimes crowned with a pair of wings and a sphere.[29] The caduceus, historically, appeared with Hermes, and is documented among the Babylonians from about 3500 BC. Two snakes coiled around a staff was also a symbol of the god Ningishzida, who, like Hermes, served as a mediator between humans and the divine (specifically, the goddess Ishtar or the supreme Ningirsu). In Greece, other gods have been depicted holding a caduceus, but it was mainly associated with Hermes. It was said to have the power to make people fall asleep or wake up, and also made peace between litigants, and is a visible sign of his authority, being used as a sceptre.[27] The caduceus is not to be confused with the Rod of Asclepius, the patron of medicine and son of Apollo, which bears only one snake. The rod of Asclepius was adopted by most Western doctors as a badge of their profession, but in several medical organizations of the United States, the caduceus took its place since the 18th century, although this use is declining. After the Renaissance the caduceus also appeared in the heraldic crests of several, and currently is a symbol of commerce.[27]
Hermes' sandals, called pédila by the Greeks and talaria by the Romans, were made of palm and myrtle branches but were described as beautiful, golden and immortal, made a sublime art, able to take the roads with the speed of wind. Originally, they had no wings, but late in the artistic representations, they are depicted. In certain images, the wings spring directly from the ankles. Hermes has also been depicted with a purse or a bag in his hands, wearing a robe or cloak, which had the power to confer invisibility. His weapon was a sword of gold, which killed Argos; lent to Perseus to kill Medusa.[27]
(1.)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermes
(2.)https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Hermes.html
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When Swift, "Bird of Hermes", Its Last Flight Takes
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Into earthen world, flashing flaming wings
from behind echoes of thunder and light
as unto death its silent cries may bring
truth in Time's abyss, of past days and nights.
Fleet and airy such journey to and fro
as divine messenger delivers words
from Olympus covered in purest snow
down to mankind in its sad teeming herds.
And of such, does man ever truly see
divine beauty of Nature's true worth
far more than bounty of all seven seas
tis' abundance of life strewn across earth.
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Of the "Bird of Hermes", some disbelieve
yet some poets may feel its midnight flight
especially so midnight of New Years Eve
within hopes and dreams given bird's first sight.
Did not such dead gods mirror soul of man
complete with its greed and many dark lusts
and creation of this world, its long span
that ends with our bodies turning to dust?
Shall we not listen to message as sent
yet still struggle in dark, epic strains
as we ignore what such tales truly meant
truth is hidden within man's failing brain.
Does modern science our souls ever save
or technology everything explain
do we know what lies beyond mortal grave
or if part of us on this earth remains?
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7 2019/ January 21- 2020
Hermes, Greek Mythology,
(A Vision Through Midnight Realms Once Seen)
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[Post 1025]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2020 10:34 AM
In Tune With Nature, Native American Blood And Wisdom
Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.
Febuary 01,2020
For Greg Barden's
Arbitrium Divisa 7 Contest
Excerpt taken from my poem
" Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow "
April 22nd, 1978
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[Post 1026]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-08-2020 09:40 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )
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A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl
Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows
world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows
walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit,
setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet,
many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad
writing to give, wonderful blessing to be had,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may cry and even dare to moan out loud
for what is Truth's worth, if not something to be proud,
or Light and Love, if not set by divine decree,
sweet and gifted treasures gifted to you and me,
wonderment in living and our writings once done
hope given, that man stops stealing by war and gun,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may sing, even if sad and out of tune
with words cast a'plenty, even if thought a loon
bold warriors, with bright shield and a well inked war sword,
defiant- standing against, world's marauding horde,
yet neither as savior nor as a blessed saint
maybe a wizard if great beauty one can paint,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )
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[Post 1027]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-13-2020 11:19 AM
As Blacken Monsters Paint Themselves As Glowing White,
Dedicated to, Ghost Writer
As darkness wields its deep slashing demonic blades,
sanity seems to be malignant tour de force,
corruption flows along hiding in wicked shades
as malicious malady on a tragic course!
One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.
As evil dances in its guises and parades
slicing innocent hearts to laugh and watch them bleed,
from black abyss, spring such malevolent charades
beastly feedings to sate arrogant selfish needs!
One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.
As blacken monsters paint themselves as glowing white
and too many simply refuse to this farce see,
do we flee, abandon others to hidden blight
does land race away from the waves of crashing sea?
One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.
As life, its beauty, its sweet treasures offer up
and our deepest hope and dear dreams are ours to keep,
dare we in defiance, from adversity sup
or silently yield to darkness, too scared to sleep?
One must hold steady if life is true to liven.
For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2020
Rhyme, Dedication poem
( A Poetic Answer To Greg Barden's Poem, ("Ghost Writer")
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[Post 1028]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-22-2020 04:11 PM
O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await
Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven for the goose!
Fancy fantasy, a cavorting pickle
ending hour meets, death's sharpened sickle
Shall worthless gain prevent an ending Fate
or rabid desserts of dark justice sate
Nay! true costs not allayed by clever wit
nor decreed banishment to blackest pit!
O' Cenobite, dar'est thy soul await
cheering crowds and entry at Heaven's gate
Are we all not deep fallen and sinner born
within life often mistakenly torn
Aye! such is the state of darkened din
as man in arrogance wallows in sin!
Lo! Cover never comes by facile deeds
or weeds grown by Paphlagonian seed
Dar'est thee by such acts serve a just God
as upon such accursed roads yet trod
Nay! Seek not garb of Prevaricator
none so damn damned reach paradise shore!
Seek not those false gems of Reprobation
for such goal gifts divine condemnation
Should thee seek wealth of a Rhadomancer
instead comes reward of a dying cancer
Aye! Hands of Fate and Justice sometimes meld
into grasp of misery firmly held!
Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven for the goose!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-22-2020
Rhyme,
( Dark World Curses Deceptive Road So Oft Traveled )
Notes:
(1.)Cenobite- ce·no·bite /ˈsenəˌbīt/ nouna member of a monastic community.
(2.)Prevaricator- noun. a person who speaks falsely;
(3.)Paphlagonian man," a reference to an ancient region along the Black Sea
that was "rugged and mountainous with dense forests." Dressed in homespun cloth,
"a more simple and natural man it would be hard to find," Thoreau wrote.
"These French Canadian of the woods are half-wild folk": wilderness, whiteness,
and work in North America, 1840-1955
(4.) Reprobation- noun- disapproval, condemnation, or censure.
rejection. Theology. rejection by God, as of persons excluded from the number
of the elect or from salvation
(5.) Rhadomancer- noun. One who uses a divining-rod in prospecting for precious
metals in the pocket of a fool.
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[Post 1029]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-24-2020 10:34 PM
Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Using syllogism as a vituperation of feigned intellect
and as a tutelar shield of humility's penitent remorse
it courts hypocrisy as siren's call of beauty select,
to claim unyielding progress upon an Elysium course
as a wizard of unerring wisdom and not one of neglect!
Stealth, Facilis descensu Averni, as a liquefied shield
and a Hydra guise as foreordination of divine might
claiming Ichor flows within a brave heart that never yields,
lives in an impenitence state, as guards against truest light
as Frankalmoigne 's holy grip over heaven's flowering fields!
Such a worthy magnificent truth, as bears repeating:
a discourse on frailty and weakness of dark, fallen souls
as canon of doctrine on those that seek truth's defeating
while proclaiming angelic shine to reach such wicked goals
they that garner blinded praise, while devilishly cheating
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries.
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2020,
Allusion,
( What The Owl Knew Of The Hidden Dark Within Mankind's Blinded Souls )
Note: This is the final poem in the five part series...
Whether the future presents itself as generator of
inspiration to ink along these lines is yet again to
be determined. If so:
Then ink shall fly,
do not ask why
for life is brief
rude acts must cease
those with no shame
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[Post 1030]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-27-2020 07:02 AM
Walk Slowly, Tread Lightly, Voice Kindly, Hold Tightly
Walk slowly, Life with its deep mysteries awaits;
For within the moment Time breathes and dies
Spur gently, racing horses begging passion's gate
To bring Love from those towering blue skies-
Walk slowly.
Tread lightly, on daydreams that magnify desires;
Some are foolish, not ever meant to be
Step lively, into romance before it expires
As Love's joy, sets sails upon open seas-
Tread lightly.
Voice kindly, words that in gratitude issue praise;
For it is true tenderness so rewards
Give freely, heart's glow, its magnificence raise
To ones depths that life and honor safeguards-
Voice kindly.
Hold tightly, greater fortitude that courage brings;
As are cast rare gems of sweetest delight
See clearly, life's beauty and Nature's offerings
for such are gifts that prove life is alright-
Hold tightly.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2020
Rhyme, ( Beneath The Starry Skies, Looking Into Infinity )
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[Post 1031]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-29-2020 10:19 AM
Notes::
(1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Sonnet, ( When Truth And Candor Are Called For )
Modern politics reveal the blackest of deceptions
and arrogant deceit... a critical assessment...
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(2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Rhyme, ( Plunder Depths That Life Too Oft Denies )
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A Poet's Heart Speaking On One Current Politician's Game
From the abyss wearing robes of silver and white
shots fired hit and miss underneath sly pale moonlight
shadow-man, dancer in his own one man parade
illustrious actor of scenes very well played
self-appointed guard of illusory born flames
Jekyll and Hyde, ghost of dark veiled games.
Offering panacea, hope some may believe
master of the Three Card Monty, born to deceive
orator salivating charm and lying praise
devious trickster, painter of sordid malaise
words from a jackal mouthing malicious deceit
remorseless scammer, setting innocence's defeat!
Demonic liar, politician through and through
that boisterous showman, scamming both me and you!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Sonnet, ( When Truth And Candor Are Called For )
Modern politics reveal the blackest of deceptions
and arrogant deceit... a critical assessment...
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(2.)
From Wind In The Willows, To Shine From Stars Above
For all we are, and all we strive to be
tho' we in haste cross the bar, do we see
serenity, that which our hearts yet yearns
infinity- Time's eternal wheel turns
paradox, we see, we touch, and we feel
slaves in a box, each haggard breath we steal!
Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!
For all we are, does not Life its flow set
tho' we in haste cross the bar, yet we bet
more than we now hold, such a crying shame
soul man's, too oft sold, as if sordid game
a stumble, a path blinding one and all
accursed mumbles, groans down empty halls!
Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!
For all we are, can we ever this know
tho' we in haste cross the bar, ill wind blows
as our journeys wind through treacherous paths
we face evil and darkness's many wraths
calamities, daggers cutting in deep
realities, we are but lambs that sleep!
Hold dear life and this truth truly believe.
World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Rhyme, ( Plundering Depths That Life Too Oft Denies )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
Decided to do a bit of writing yesterday...
Had a couple of fragments in my head and sat to flesh each one out.....
Sometimes, it is deeply satisfying to empty onto blank page and
plow words until a crop appears.... --Tyr
edit- a note-
The first poem the word used was politician- yet it is about another poet at my home poetry site- not a real politician.-Tyr
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[Post 1032]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-05-2020 08:52 AM
Honoring Master Poe, Darkened Verses That Saddest Of Truths Reveals
The infinite black, oozing forth a most unholy and unmerciful dread
with infinite sad cries from those once innocent and long since dead
Only evil, and its many platoons of shadowy, and most ravenous beasts
can forage about for far more victims on which to torment and then feast
As this world, in its accursed and wicked wars can so many millions destroy
by nefarious means, even using greatest beauty- as it did with Helen of Troy!
From within deep bowels of earth up rise murderous legions of savage doom
man striving for eternity, but always meets evil and an unwelcoming tomb
Yet within Spring's Hope, man's sweetest of dreams, promising much more
always thought, Time for pleasures, treasures and gold, that one final score
Yet folly reigns, therein lies thunderous and those all powerful hands of Fate
where heard are sounds of Fated dread, words- "too late, just too damn late"!
The infinite black, cruising the land- to destroy and to be bloody well fed
with infinite resources, and victories from battles gushing bloody reds
With wailing cries from those seeking promise of Love and much longer Life
comes deepest of sorrows born from war- pillaging and world gifted strife
For within each breast lies a hiding beast, always ready to maim and kill
with Lusts to Feast upon those innocent victims, for its wickedly sated thrills!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2020
Rhyme, ( On Reality, Dark Truth And Humanity's Endless Lusts And Greed )
Note:
Celebrating being exactly 66 years young today, I decided to honor
my favorite of all great poets, Edgar Allan Poe. Thus a very dark
poem was called for and one that speaks of modern times and reality
of this truly dark and evil world that we ALL must journey through
on the way to our predestined and most unfortunate, untimely end...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1033]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-08-2020 02:45 PM
Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page
Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.
Why poems are more than just paper ink stained
they are truth, often from those painting, deep pained
they are treasures, from those with braver hearts
or valiant cast dreams from across star charts,
a warrior, singing of courageous deeds
or farmer, planting hope and true word seeds
a sailor, sailing through turbulent storms
a paper kids sitting in college dorms.
Why poems are gifts that the reader rewards
they are aces in life's hands of living cards
with wins that can benefit one and all
or valiant words sent to answer a call,
a lost soul, asking for some great relief
or sinner unburdening darkest grief
a lover, horribly lost in a maze
a phoenix rising from hot, fiery haze.
Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.
Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 2000
edited, July 13th, 2006,
March 7th, 2020
Note: We write because we must, we write because we should,
we write because to not write is a heartache, we write to unburden
our souls, we write to give to others, we write to record we existed,
we write to say we are imperfect, we are loved, we are forgiven, we
are hopeful, we are dreamers, we are artists, we are painters, we
are craftsmen, we are fighters, we are lost, we are found and we care
about more than just ourselves, etc..etc...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1034]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-20-2020 05:49 AM
In This Time Of Looming Dark, Look To The True Light
World is dark and racing fast into hell
grab a coin, toss it in a wishing well
have some faith that our Father sees and hears
sad voices crying out in deeper fear
and will always with Love do what is right
be it light of day or darkest of night.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
World now seems to spin so out of control
now fear seeks room within our weeping souls
future is uncertain and outlook grim
yet one must have faith in Light and in Him
for purest Love that gives and never fails
even if calm has now gone off the rails.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
World has in the past looming dark beheld
mankind has too oft catastrophe spelled
yet survived to go on to live and strive
so thank God we are here and still alive
living, breathing and asking all the more
for divine hands to save us, we implore.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-20- 2020
Rhyme, ( When Faith And Hope Are The Keys To Sanity )
Note:
Friends, the refrain in this new poem came to me while
I was writing the start of a new poem for my,
"Lesser Known Poets Series. I immediately wrote it down
and stopped writing the new poem for the Series.
I decided to write this poem to address the uncertainty
and immense fear that is so very prevalent in our world.
And give the message that as grim as it may seem now,
our loving Father will not abandon us! Have faith and know
no power in this universe supersedes that of Father, Son
and Holy Spirit, the Trinity.
May God bless and comfort you, one and all..
Poem Of The Week
March 22, 2020
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1035]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-23-2020 04:03 AM
In This Time Of Looming Dark, Look To The True Light
World is dark and racing fast into hell
grab a coin, toss it in a wishing well
have some faith that our Father sees and hears
sad voices crying out in deeper fear
and will always with Love do what is right
be it light of day or darkest of night.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
World now seems to spin so out of control
now fear seeks room within our weeping souls
future is uncertain and outlook grim
yet one must have faith in Light and in Him
for purest Love that gives and never fails
even if calm has now gone off the rails.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
World has in the past looming dark beheld
mankind has too oft catastrophe spelled
yet survived to go on to live and strive
so thank God we are here and still alive
living, breathing and asking all the more
for divine hands to save us, we implore.
Hold fast, precious Life is so very sweet.
Eternal mercy comes from Heaven's seat.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-20- 2020
Rhyme, ( When Faith And Hope Are The Keys To Sanity )
Note:
Friends, the refrain in this new poem came to me while
I was writing the start of a new poem for my,
"Lesser Known Poets Series. I immediately wrote it down
and stopped writing the new poem for the Series.
I decided to write this poem to address the uncertainty
and immense fear that is so very prevalent in our world.
And give the message that as grim as it may seem now,
our loving Father will not abandon us! Have faith and know
no power in this universe supersedes that of Father, Son
and Holy Spirit, the Trinity.
May God bless and comfort you, one and all..
Poem Of The Week
March 22, 2020
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
This poem was awarded ""Poem Of The Week"" yesterday at my home poetry site.
Could have knocked me over with a feather when I got that email notice.
I had hoped that its message would be well received but to get that great result
so quickly actually stunned me. Truth is in such dire and trying times --Faith is
the key to not letting fear overwhelm... And that is a very important thing to
accomplish for oneself, ones family and also the world at large. -Tyr
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[Post 1036]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-10-2020 06:19 AM
When Light Penetrates The Fog Of Fear And Darkness
When Light through the keyhole penetrates the malaise
And within that moment your soul gives sincere praise
For that divine gift that Life's sweet promise resets
Earth's clock to those times before this darkness beset
Know Truth and eternal Light never mankind fails
To conquer anything issued from pits of Hell.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
When Light through the keyhole penetrates blackest Dark
And waking soul finds that Life is not just a lark
Path is made to from within the black walk away
Leave blinded fold and in earnest begin to pray.
World parades its great evils as the one true way
And sets foundation for man's greed to hold deepest sway.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
When Light through the keyhole penetrates our sorrows
And we feel true fright and fear for our tomorrows
Truth reveals Light banishes that deep wicked fear
As echoes of paradise draws ever more near
Know eternal Light, Truth and Time is on our side
In that promise, certainty of man's saving tides.
Darkness fears not man but rather eternal Light.
On earth, we are in midst of that eternal fight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2020
Rhyme, ( When Eyes Are Opened To The Blessings Of True Light )
Syllables Per Line:
00 12 -(Title)
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 300
Total # Words::::::224
Note: This is a revamping of an older poem.
One written four decades ago when I was a
mere twenty-six years old and then faced
a time of darkest dark in my life. I have
revamped it to modern times to address
this dark plague that the world faces now
and to yet again point out that the eternal
truth that mankind has a great purpose
than our time here on earth is a mere blink
of the eye. And nothing, nothing, nothing
can ever even come close to defeating that
our fated destiny.
Death and Darkness are only temporary,
while Light and Divine Promise is Eternal.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1037]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-11-2020 07:29 AM
Quote:
“Youth has no age.” – Pablo Picasso
As She Found A Way To Dearest Life Meet
As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.
As she rose, morn gave call
Her bare toes, long cold hall
So alive, Love asking more
Born to thrive, sumptuous score.
As her heart, beat in time
Day's start, her life sublime
Never late, Light's softest gleam
True her Fate, passion her dream.
As she sang, soul did rise
Music rang, no surprise
Red sun came, its glow so sweet
Love no game, its truth she greets.
As she knew, eyes were bright
Her Love grew, hours of night
When sleep came, Love its gifts gave
Sought no fame, his Love did save.
As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2020
Rhyme, ( Basking Within The Light Of Truth And Love )
Syllables Per Line:
6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7
Total # Syllables:156
Total # Words::: 144
Note-
First stanza of this poem came to me
in a dream last night. I woke 1:42 am,
got up and jotted it down, then rose this morn
at 5:30 am to start to compose the rest of it.
I recall writing poems in the 6677 syllable form
back in 1972. Maybe a dozen or more poems.
Those poems were stolen and burned in 1975.
So this is a rebirth of a youthful foray into creating
a new form to play in.....
And yes, the "she" in the poem was a real person
that I once knew and once so truly and deeply loved...
Hope you may enjoy reading this new piece..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1038]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-17-2020 08:58 AM
As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late
Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued,
are there two new poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,
James Thomson inspired by his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)
(1.)
As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late
Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.
She hurt, gone, life's truth that can never again be
blissful passions that burn swellings of singing seas
came aches, dreams lost, epic fluttering- heart's desires
broken sight of that ring, within massively raging fires
ghastly renderings of shattered hopes, faith without any gains
relentless moaning throughout night's aching and torturous pains!
Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.
She found, old castle fallen down, in sad decay
remembering youth a'callin', knelt she to pray
amidst ruins that rumbled fiery flames in her soul
to consume shattered disappointments of life wearily droll
there within that moment, trepidation fanned sorrow's flames
with trembling lips, she cried, "All this, my weeping heart truly blames"!
Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.
She knew, never more would sweetest of touch she feel
fiery embers that from loving heart none can steal
nights of love, ecstasy that seals desire's great need
and from that epic dying of love's loss, she never be freed
gasping as morbid thoughts delivered knowledge of Life and Fate
as that dawning hour, in her journey she knew she was too late!
Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides,
ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020
Narrative (sad romance), ( The Agony Of True Love Lost And Its Truly Unbearable Pains )
Quote:
(“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets
wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never
come back to you.”) ? Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise )
Note:
Epic Loss and Dark are not always wed
nor the calamity of dreaded dreads
as spinning world churns its wicked abyss
deepest of hurts is that true love we miss. (RJL- 1977)
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Words: 248
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(2.)
Breaking, Those Invisible Chains Once Holding Me
waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains
wandering earthbound
pondering no sound
ghosting through life, as tormented lost soul
ripped heart begging, come please fill this hole
waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains
cascading earthbound
evading profound
fallen, into spirals of black despair
tipped into blackness of its darken lair
waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains,
victim of no worries, no risks, no gains
defending earthbound
pretending sane-bound
waking to gasps from life's abundant glee
breaking, invisible chains holding me
waiting, until light destroys dark remains,
victor, claiming new joyous treasured gains
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020
Rhyme, ( Life, Hope And What Was So Fated To Be )
from- "a hard look back into speeding abyss of time"...
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Words:::::110
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[Post 1039]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2020 07:38 AM
Master Poe Swore With Raven He Had No More Ties, Dark doubles, Poe Tribute
Poet's Notes(Hide)
Notes:
Poem (1.)- Stats
Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gift Of Raven And Master Poe )
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables:360
Total # Words:::::275
Poem (2.) - Stats
Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gift of Raven And Master Poe )
Syllables Per Line:
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0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
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Total # Words:::::275
( Dark Doubles Tribute To Poetic Those Gifts Given By Raven And Master Poe )
(1.)
Under Bright Bloody-Red Midnight Moon, Raven Plays
Yes, those horrific screams, came from below
those frosty chills, born from eerie glow
echoes bouncing off tall bloody-red walls
terror and fear from Raven's midnight calls!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Yes, agony and pain, a wafting tune
innocent souls weep, gasping ladies swoon
for the beast can any image assume
and savage with sharp claws all in its doom!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Yes, your turn may come about very soon
souls must die under this accursed moon
while just beneath, under graves freshly dug
devilish imps give victims wicked hugs!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Yes, night skies rain down sorrows and deep woes
they can not fight minus their feet and toes
within blackest wails, demon songs are sung
from swirling walls, blood-dripping heads are hung!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Yes, from life's descent into dark abyss
from love's romantic touch to serpent's kiss
many woke to nightmare in brightest red
no longer alive and yet not quite dead!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Yes, only dawn's light can this evil stop
for on this night Raven's sweet hell did drop
Raven hates all that its ghost decries
for its touch falls from night's angry black skies!
Hold tight, darkness plays on this evil night.
Hidden out of sight, beasts of monstrous might.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gifts Of Raven And Master Poe )
(2.)
Master Poe Swore With Raven He Had No More Ties
Iron chains loud rattling and cell door rusted shut
weakened soul, prayed food for his swollen, aching gut
decades had slowly flown by, Time had there oft stopped
Fate into hellish pit had his torn body dropped!
With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!
In absolute dark, in tiny cell he was chained
full of remorse, sad regret that had his life stained
begging to be freed to die a true and just death
each and every hour praying for his last short breath!
With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!
Sounds from far above and echoes of Raven's shrieks
Master Poe heard evil curses as Raven speaks
knew Raven was torturing more innocent souls
in black castles evil midnight bells rang out tolls!
With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!
From deeper within, chorus of laughter and glee
chained there were those so happily too blind to see
waiting on bounty promised from Raven's great lies
born from lustful dreams those chained forever deny!
With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!
As Poe wept, sweet soft voice he from a bright light heard
telling him, his last breath would come from his true words
and that new found peace in his new and well lit heart
would hold He and his foe's dark's deeds so far apart!
With broken heart and unbearable anguished cries.
Master Poe swore with Raven he had no more ties!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-26- 2020
Rhyme, ( Dark Doubles Dedicated To Poetic Gifts of Raven And Master Poe )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
I wrote a very positive poem full of life, light and optimism. Still
in the process of editing it to present on my home poetry site.
Had to give balance by composing a dark piece- And Edgar Allan Poe
instantly came to mind. And so did the idea of making it a bit harder
task by doing doubles with both poems matching- equal numbers..
Poem (1.)
Total # Syllables:360
Total # Words::::275
Poem (2.)
Total # Syllables:360
Total # Words::::275
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[Post 1040]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-28-2020 08:31 AM
In His Longings, She Goddess Truly Born
In his castle built of sharp jagged rocks
alone, so far from Life's usual shocks
with a faithful guard dog, his only friend
he left world's fantasy, all it pretends!
In his own realm, devoid of Life's sad pains
atop a mountain, always seeking gain
he sees Nature's grand beauty and much more
across mythical seas, touching Love's shores!
In his true heart, he hears her as she calls
and every time again in Love he falls
sweetest musical notes, her voice, that tune
they dancing there under soft glowing moon!
In his longings, she goddess truly born
sent to give relief, from Life once forlorn
their each and every kiss a treasure stored
pure joy, away from world's dark angry horde!
In his bliss, prays this world never invades
with its pomp, vanities and sad parades
for he knows his greatest dream has came true
have faith, for such can one day come to you!
In his castle built of sharp jagged rocks
alone, so far from Life's usual shocks
with a faithful guard dog, his only friend
he left world's fantasy, all it pretends!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2020
Rhyme,
(Gift from dreams, that may a heart, so soothe and appease)
Page from a true dreamer's thought- "which is the true reality"?
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Total # Words::::186
Note- 4/28/2020
Born from a most beautiful and vivid dream I had last night,
this memory of her beauty, her sweet voice and all she said
and from basking in that warm glow until this morn I woke
as dawn's rooster crows rang so very clearly to bellow out,
"Wake, for reality we now and will always invoke."
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1041]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-05-2020 10:11 AM
At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon
Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!
Fire had burned its music, lowered its bright flashing flames
solemn was that moment, as again heard- this Life is no game
for despite this beauty, luminous glows of this-- God's design
echoing words reminding, all this cries- all is a sent sign
and Life is its purpose, Love is truly its greatest treasure
by Light of truth and wisdom, man may find his true measure
and far off, an owl hoots and midnight sounds play a fair tune
blessed marvelous revelation, that summer night in June!
Gentle winds a'blowin', such paradise I pray more may find
great knowing, in giving and receiving- Love is truly kind
before sleeping, time to again look deep into Heaven's glow
hold joy and pleasure as Nature's blessed magnificence shows
man the pilgrim, earth the spinning realm, death the dark slayer
ships are slow sailing, seas are rolling, we are but mere players
waves tossing to and fro, Light is shining with God at the helm
we'll be alright, if we let not world's wicked ways overwhelm!
Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!
Robert J.Lindley, posted- 5-05-2020
Rhyme, ( Memories of Youth, of Life and of Nature sent Revelations )
Note: 5-5-2020
Composed from memory of a most blessed night spent in my youth.
A new composing of a poem I wrote that it now seems centuries ago.
Tho' the original was stolen and burned--I remembered enough of it
to set this piece. That morn, I rose as a new man. No longer as
blinded as was my previous state. Still far from perfect but at least
able to stumble a bit less. Now I can see better and know Life gives
and it certainly and grievously takes. Yet when feeling low, feeling
down in the blues, a day and night in/with Nature will give a true
and dedicated seeker signs and all those divinely crafted and Nature
sent clues. Life is what you choose to make it. So choose wisely.
I may be mistaken, but I believe the original was a far better piece. -RJL
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[Post 1042]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-11-2020 09:47 PM
The Nightmare And The Chaos Raven Sent Into Poe's Poetic World
Waking into delusions of long dead rainbows and slow dying clouds
hard fallen mountains, enchanted winds and long black veiled shrouds
echoes of vanity, time that spawned whimpers of daring deceits
ice castles in deserts of despair, stone sandals on thorny bled feet.
Wherein lies fantasy, audacity of damnation and epic defeat
spilled blood and prophecy by ghosts of favors that lie to cheat
weeping dawns, roosters whispering beyond midnight cuts and cries
O' graveyard shadow, why beg to dance below saddened moonlit skies?
Days gasping into rivers of destruction and great clawed beasts
sunsets eating into valleys hiding banquets of fresh blood feasts
Alas! Shall ever those accursed verses of Poe this lost soul feel
or horror from agonizing loss as Love from heart burns to steal?
Pregnant pause, shrieks of arrogance and golden follies of mankind
circles of smoke and eternity within galaxies of devilish minds
ancient such wanderings into forbidden realms and Raven's abode
seas of lonely and the travesties of stories never to be told!
Waking into delusions of dead rainbows and slow dying clouds
Wherein lies fantasy, audacity of damnation and epic defeat
Days gasping into rivers of destruction and great clawed beasts
Pregnant pause, shrieks of arrogance and golden follies of mankind!
R.J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme, Nov-3rd 1974
(Tribute To Poe And His Many Magnificent Dark Poems )
Beyond the curve of Time, Space and Lost Horizon
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[Post 1043]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-12-2020 12:02 PM
Poetic Verses Cast On Angel Of My First True Love
Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Red thorns set to bar her, from nights purely mellow
I her blinded witness, she a rose gleaming bright yellow
we stranded seekers, ignorant of life, its great dangers
lost in cavernous echoes, attended by ghostly strangers.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Hope fleeing as wherein her path broken rainbows fell
she innocent victim of Life, its many vicious hells
joining in her journey, a boy dying to be truly free
vows yet unspoken, twixt her soul and heart within me!
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
Red dust stirring in her footsteps, grace in her shoes
she was a fearful angel, between old world and new
sweetness and joy in her bounty, purple in her blues
singing roads rarely traveled, in rhythms soft and true.
Her music ate into majestic sad and bony marrows,
gypsy of tomorrows, poetess flying upon desperation carols.
R.J. Lindley, July 22nd, 1975', 1st edited May 7th, 2020
2nd edit- May 12th, 2020.
Sad Rhyme, ( Under The Blanket Of Memory, Hurt, Pain And Loss )
Note (1.) : "marrows"
mar·row1
/'mero/
noun
plural noun: marrows
1. a soft fatty substance in the cavities of bones, in which blood cells are produced (often taken as typifying strength and vitality).
Note (2.):
Only girl that I ever loved that also wrote true and heartfelt poetry...
Left seeking future mysteries, as Life and Hope both our hearts fled...
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[Post 1044]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-16-2020 08:16 AM
When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems
(4.)
When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)
When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
slow melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
In cold dark that your lost soul too oft plays
sorrows born 'neath Heaven's pleading stairways
can new Life and Love your agony heal
or with devil's oath you dare make a deal,
fast drying tears spat upon cracked sidewalks
crimes with Mother Nature you dare not talk!
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
those melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2020
Rhyme, Stepping From That Mountain,
Fleeing From That Cold, Dark Abyss.....
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[Post 1045]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-26-2020 09:09 AM
Quote
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.”
– Mark Twain
Regrets Of True Gems Never Gathered
Clarity and truth is in the telling
rose's beauty is fragrance and our smelling
life races onward, as mind's recordings
far too oft, stolen gems we are hoarding.
Forever lost are times given in youth
as we sometimes hide from life's golden truths
and live on to find our great deep regrets
because of error of hedging our bets.
Alas! Realized are chances not taken
as we seek that which is God forsaken
later finding a disappointing loss
finding each regret a most bitter sauce!
Many are gems remembered from youth
Only to find great folly in sooth.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2020
Sonnet, ( A Sad Look Back At Chances Never Taken )
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[Post 1046]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 05-26-2020 07:52 PM
Quote
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.”
– Mark Twain
Regrets Of True Gems Never Gathered
Clarity and truth is in the telling
rose's beauty is fragrance and our smelling
life races onward, as mind's recordings
far too oft, stolen gems we are hoarding.
Forever lost are times given in youth
as we sometimes hide from life's golden truths
and live on to find our great deep regrets
because of error of hedging our bets.
Alas! Realized are chances not taken
as we seek that which is God forsaken
later finding a disappointing loss
finding each regret a most bitter sauce!
Many are gems remembered from youth
Only to find great folly in sooth.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2020
Sonnet, ( A Sad Look Back At Chances Never Taken )
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you"did do.”
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[Post 1047]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-29-2020 02:01 PM
Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis
(From Continued Greek Heroes And Mythology Series)
Part Two....
referenced,
*Scylla and Charybdis, *Homer, *Iliad and The Odyssey, *Hades, *Heaven
Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis
(From Continued Greek Heroes And Mythology Series)
Part Two.)
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Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis
(I.)
Evil forces choice, either flee or choose another path
choosing between Scylla and Charybdis, that of twin wrath
mankind feeble pawn, turbulent vessel of flesh and bones
set between rock and a hard place, Hades black undertones
or walk onward into blindness as a casualty
chained and bound, victim of evil's great ingenuity.
(II.)
A quandary, such as Odysseus once had to face
either battling six-headed beast or drowning in disgrace
Time ever offers up this agonizing, sadden choice
for fallen man, cursed to answer with ill fated voice
deciding, life and death- battle bravely or try to flee
from living nightmare between the devil and deep blue sea.
(III.)
Homer's Iliad And The Odyssey, tells such travails
as a Greek hero battles Dark's many ravenous Hells
with Hope and Love in his magnificent, courageous heart
his salvation, only looking to Heaven can impart
yet with wit and faith he later his destination made
while never honor, love of family had he betrayed.
(IV.)
What of world and its cacophony of screaming bandits
living without honor, with its insidious gambits
too often begging Lady Luck make every gamble pay
instead of placing faith in Truth and kneeling down to pray
with Scylla and Charybdis, each echoing vicious threats
only by divine light, one avoids such destructive nets.
(V.)
Such in malevolent world, often rears its ugly head
we seek treasure, when one should embrace Love and Light instead
and in our feasting, selfish desires, our new Fated road
we must face accursed bounty of treasures we were sold
slaves living blinded by ambitions, in world full of chains
ships in distress, sinking from tons of our ill gotten gains.
(VI.)
Shall we choose wisely, seeking serenity in the Light
reaping harvest that comforts even in darkest of nights
sail upon bluer seas, watching gleaming heavens soft glow
riding peaceful waves, praying our loving families grow
knowing goodness and mercy will be our blessed rewards
or else continue playing on with, world's stacked deck of cards?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2020
Rhyme, ( In A Judgment On Mankind's Repetitive And Historic Blindness )
Robert J. Lindley, from fragment- March 22nd, 1979
renewed,edited,expanded and finished, May 26th thru 29th,2020
companion piece to previously presented,
(Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained,
from fragment- Oct12th, 1978
renewed,edited,expanded and finished, May17th,2020)
Both poems are completed versions of the Greek Mythology Series
started many decades ago..
Stats:
2nd poem- May 26th thru 29th,2020
(Of Fate And The Choosing Between Scylla and Charybdis)
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Total # Words:::::330
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1st poem- previously posted, and finished, May17th,2020
(Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained)
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[Post 1048]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-01-2020 08:49 PM
She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!
She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )
Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.
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[Post 1049]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-06-2020 04:43 AM
Of The Full Sum And The Withering Of The Vine
As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.
0' why does life give mystery to man's plight
crossing the bar and wedding such sad woes
building hurt, fortresses of futile might
paining every which way the ill winds blow.
Colors of hope as petals open wide
flowering meadows, flowing waters clear
splashing waves of bright moonlit midnight tides
remind of life and those we hold most dear.
So race the throngs, seeking forever more
that plenitude of love, life and great wealth
treasure as so sent from fantasy shores
blessings of serenity, lifelong health.
Are we not the same as those ancient born
living reapers of earth's bountiful fruits
birthed and from mother's fullest breast thus torn
a product of our deep family roots?
Earth and sky, wondrous realm, wherein we roam
as vassals unto a world dark and grey
sailing along on a rock we call home
plundering all until our ending days.
As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020
Rhyme, ( Philosophy And Judgment Made On Birth And Mortality )
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[Post 1050]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-07-2020 04:37 PM
Awarded Poem Of The Week at my home poetry site. 6/07/2020
She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!
She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )
Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.
Syllables Per Line:
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[Post 1051]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-09-2020 10:05 PM
(1.)
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Prometheus-Greek-god
*Prometheus
Prometheus
GREEK GOD
WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
See Article History
Prometheus, in Greek religion, one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, and a god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by the apparent meaning of his name, Forethinker. In common belief he developed into a master craftsman, and in this connection he was associated with fire and the creation of mortals.
http://www.mythweb.com/encyc/entries/poseidon.html#:~:text=Poseidon%20was%20the%20god%20of,brother%20to%20Zeus%20and%20Hades.&text=Poseidon%20had%20married%20Nereus's%20daughter%2C%20the%20sea%2Dnymph%20Amphitrite.
* Poseidon
Poseidon (puh-SYE-dun or poh-SYE-dun)
Roman name Neptune. See The Olympians for another picture.
Poseidon was the god of the sea, earthquakes and horses. Although he was officially one of the supreme gods of Mount Olympus, he spent most of his time in his watery domain. Poseidon was brother to Zeus and Hades. These three gods divided up creation. Zeus became ruler of the sky, Hades got dominion of the Underworld and Poseidon was given all water, both fresh and salt.
Although there were various rivers personified as gods, these would have been technically under Poseidon's sway. Similarly, Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea, wasn't really considered on a par with Poseidon, who was known to drive his chariot through the waves in unquestioned dominance. Poseidon had married Nereus's daughter, the sea-nymph Amphitrite.
The Romans' name for Poseidon was Neptune.
In dividing heaven, the watery realm and the subterranean land of the dead, the Olympians agreed that the earth itself would be ruled jointly, with Zeus as king. This led to a number of territorial disputes among the gods. Poseidon vied with Athena to be patron deity of Athens. The god demonstrated his power and benevolence by striking the Acropolis with his three-pronged spear, which caused a spring of salt water to emerge. Athena, however, planted an olive tree, which was seen as a more useful favor. Her paramount importance to the Athenians is seen in her magnificent temple, the Parthenon, which still crowns the Acropolis. The people of Athens were careful, all the same, to honor Poseidon as well.
Poseidon was father of the hero Theseus, although the mortal Aegeus also claimed this distinction. Theseus was happy to have two fathers, enjoying the lineage of each when it suited him. Thus he became king of Athens by virtue of being Aegeus's son, but availed himself of Poseidon's parentage in facing a challenge handed him by King Minos of Crete. This monarch threw his signet ring into the depths of the sea and dared Theseus to retrieve it. The hero dove beneath the waves and not only found the ring but was given a crown by Poseidon's wife, Amphitrite.
Poseidon was not so well-disposed toward another famous hero. Because Odysseus blinded the Cyclops Polyphemus, who was Poseidon's son, the god not only delayed the hero's homeward return from the Trojan War but caused him to face enormous perils.
Poseidon similarly cursed the wife of King Minos. Minos had proved his divine right to rule Crete by calling on Poseidon to send a bull from the sea, which the king promised to sacrifice. Poseidon sent the bull, but Minos liked it too much to sacrifice it. So Poseidon asked Aphrodite, the goddess of love, to make Minos's queen, Pasiphae, fall in love with the bull. The result was the monstrous Minotaur, half-man, half-bull.
As god of horses, Poseidon often adopted the shape of a steed. It is not certain that he was in this form when he wooed Medusa. But when Perseus later killed the Gorgon, the winged horse Pegasus sprang from her severed neck.
Poseidon sometimes granted the shape-shifting power to others. And he ceded to the request of the maiden Caenis that she be transformed into the invulnerable, male warrior Caeneus.
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To Leave Melancholy Waters Behind
Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
upon solid ground from waters thus free
A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
with that precious dream always in her head.
To leave melancholy waters behind
stroll into humanity, true love find
walking new steps and feel sun's waking glows
feel the beach sands between her newfound toes.
Touch pendulous branches of willow trees
rise to wander the new world as she please.
Admiring land's beauty, Nature's soft views
watch as sun colored skies bluest hues
dance as life and loving were both there found
live as dream by *Prometheus unbound
Wear the flowers of Spring's fragrant romance
searching for her prince not waiting for chance!
Under night skies, slow wafting tidal waves
praying mercy's breath that lonely heart saves
she reaching up to touch that dream aloft
to receive gift of kisses warn and soft
*Poseidon her sincerest prayers had heard
changing her to mortal with single word!
Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
upon solid ground from waters thus free
A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
with that precious dream always in her head.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2020
Rhyme, ( In The Realm That Allows Dreams To Come True )
( Born From Greek Mythology Influence And An Old Poet's Delight )
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[Post 1052]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-14-2020 05:25 AM
I That Once In Youth Thought To Be A God
I that once in youth thought to be a god
trampled many on darker path I trod
until that path's fruits tore me asunder
cast away all my forbidden plunder.
In despair, I again sought the true right
Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.
I that once so begged, new morns to eat
delicious moments to sweet delights meet
day's path with love and its romantic winds
slave to passion and all that it portends
In haste, rush that mysterious unknown
thereby wrecking all, birthing heart of stone.
I that once sought all greed and lusts demand
blinded warrior in a devouring land
ignoring pains, poisons and gushing bloods
ever seeking more and more- treasure floods.
In disarray, lost as a dying rat
for on indifference I had grown fat!
I that once found treasure so deep and true
such beauty as never again I knew
a gem beyond most mortal's blinded sight
blessing which made lonely heart and soul bright.
In fear, I placed her in cold iron chains
until all that was left was sad remains.
I that once in youth thought to be a god
trampled many on darker path I trod
until that path's fruits tore me asunder
cast away all my forbidden plunder.
In despair, I again sought the true right
Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2020
Rhyme, ( In Youth Wherein Great Folly Abounds )
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[Post 1053]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-15-2020 09:36 AM
Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate
I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
Final words, I utter before I make this leap
you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!
R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )
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[Post 1054]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-22-2020 02:55 PM
As Years And Life Thus Ever Onward Flow
Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?
Ever so slowly but surely wheel spins
Without a whispering creak or loud moan
Do we pray forgiveness for mortal sins
Such leeway disappears when we are gone.
It hums in tune to invisible clock
Tho' its revolutions we try to slow
In dark midnight hours we hear its tick-tock
From that very first breath older we grow.
As years and life thus ever onward flow
This world teaches us Fate's hand has it way
Do we ever learn we are not its show
And thus seek to prepare for judgement day.
Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2020
Rhyme, ( Time is an unbreakable glass that never fills )
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[Post 1055]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-23-2020 09:19 AM
Incarnations Of What Love's Blessed Paradise Extols
Soft and slow each rising tide that your sweetest loving bring
that lush hush and touch setting eager seeking hearts aflame,
those luscious lips that invite passion's hottest heated might
that resounding chorus as our rendezvous night time sings.
Sensual swells of joyous ardor in each breast waiting
for the mounting ecstasy of our heavenly romance
resplendent glory, the power of our eternal Love
treasures so far beyond compare in our teenage dating.
Pleasure surging when moans found unison in gushing glee
dearest of gems stored as love's majestic depths were explored
Into Love's virgin forests as we took that first deep plunge
more than enough, memories for life- our Love you and me.
Destiny! What gift was cast to such young and eager souls
Incarnations of what Love's blessed paradise extols.
Robert J. Lindley, March 19th, 1973
Sonnet, ( Romantic Rendezvous Under A Glowing Moonlit June Night )
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Total # Words:132
Note: 6-23-2020, Edited slightly to maintain a uniform syllable count.
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[Post 1056]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-24-2020 04:25 PM
Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
dawn's message, its tender whispering voice
realize what little we truly know
about living, love and freedom of choice.
Rising, dare we ask what happiness gives
inquire do we with deeper kindness tread
stand true, knowing in this dark world life lives
oft waging great battles to get ahead.
As years, forward march in their steady flow
and morn continues to gift its sweet calls
shall we walk with pride, let our mercy grow
no matter what in life our soul befalls.
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Rhyme, ( The Joy And Warmth Of Dawn's First Golden Rays )
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[Post 1057]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-28-2020 11:59 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Note One:
I would like to thank my friend, Lawrence Sharp
and his poem titled, "Of Myth And More Or Less"
for its seeding my brief ryhming comment made
to and about that fine poem. To which the idea
and continued inspiration later gave birth to
this new creation and my great pleasure in setting
the composing task to meet a hard criteria while
staying as much possible within the concept that
his poem revealed to me...
Note Two:
This poem was composed with these set restrictions
Three stanzas, each stanza eight verses, each
stanza exactly 60 words, each a total of 80 syllables.
Each stanza to be able to be a stand alone dark poem,
were that a choice made. In this case it was not.
This goal, this puzzle was met and a true joy it was
to complete the task.
Each stanza
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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!
Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!
That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.
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[Post 1058]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-29-2020 08:46 AM
I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.
I was given notice that today this poem was awarded "Poem Of The Day" at my home poetry site.-Tyr
That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!
Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!
That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
EDIT. Has since also been Awarded, Poem of the Week...
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[Post 1059]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-30-2020 08:49 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )
Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables:448
Total # Words:358
*pall
/pôl/
See definitions in:
All
Ecclesiastical
Heraldry
noun
1.
a cloth spread over a coffin, hearse, or tomb.
Similar:
funeral cloth
coffin covering
2.
a dark cloud or covering of smoke, dust, or similar matter.
"a pall of black smoke hung over the quarry"
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The Night The Ravishing Vampire Came To Feast
She came with the wind dark as night.
Cried for love, in the bitter dust,
Her sadden pleas brought a strange must;
That solemn moment earth shone bright.
Her aura soaked into us all,
Its pallid taste, poisons so true
Morbid thought as flowers she threw
We saw not the surrounding *pall.
Our brains felt the resounding blast.
From afar, as blacken clouds came,
We knew her touch was not a game;
For this love felt to ever last.
As soft echoes sounded her song,
Winsome breeze enchanted our hearts
In her paradise we belong
Only good vibes did she impart.
Spellbound by her beauty so deep.
Silence thus, could hear a pin drop
Time's spinning hands seemed to just stop,
Each soul cast out a happy weep;
She sang the sweetest melody
Her voice ringing its vibrant tone
Each man felt she loved him alone
Her dark kiss had no remedy.
From blacken sky fell dancing light.
Glowing orbs swaying to and fro,
Then a trumpet began to blow;
On us all came darkest of nights.
Storm appeared, lashing forth red rain,
We saw bloody drops splashing down
She next removed her snow white gown
And we saw her true wicked stain.
We cried out what the hell are you?
That now shows such long vicious teeth,
She said, I come from far beneath;
To sate my lust and drink from you.
Terror entering our swelled veins,
As she from each one took a sip
From bloody necks she took a nip
Her harvest yielding fruitful gains.
As darkness let up she drank fast.
Our bodies chained within her trance,
Around us in glee she did dance;
Surely wanting her feast to last.
Having drank deep our glowing red,
She slowed to our pale hands caress
Declaring this I now confess
Mortals taste better when not dead.
As dawn sent its dimmest new rays.
She announced her tender good-byes,
Bringing back evil stormy skies;
She fled from golden light of day.
Later we woke to day's soft shine
Asking could that nightmare be real
Could a vampire from us so steal
And upon our warm blood so dine?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
Note- 6/30/2020
This is a heavily edited version of a dark narrative poem, that I wrote
many years ago. I have finally got around to editing it.
And daring to present it my friends.. As always my dark poems are
composed because of my admiration of the most famous and talented
Dark poetry master, Edgar Allan Poe.
God bless.....-- Tyr
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[Post 1060]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-06-2020 10:50 AM
I Write And Write Oft Through The Night,
Words Dedicated To All Poets
I write and write oft through the night,
ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
hold pen, in left hand not the right
inking heart's truth, as out it seeps
I write and write oft through the hours
inking what our souls dare not say,
gems of life's beautiful flowers
celebrating the live long day.
I hope and hope oft through the day,
wonder well, how we make it through
hold my faith, oft bowing to pray
blessings for my loved ones and you
I hope and hope oft through the storm
penning wins over our travails
wherein truest of love is the norm
and ever onward our love sails.
I write and write oft through the night,
I write and write oft through the hours
I hope and hope oft through the day
I hope and hope oft through the storm
Ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
Inking out what souls dare not say
Wonder well, how we make it through
Penning wins over our travails.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2020
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Poet Must Relay Heart's Truest Gifts )
Dedicated To All Poets, as poets sacrifice to ink their art.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1061]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2020 07:57 PM
Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived
I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.
I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first
took the hardest of trails, making life my own way
with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse
winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day
crying for lost lover, bitter agony found
steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might
with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound,
stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight.
I have my sights set on living with undue haste
waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread
discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste
walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead
carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong
ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde
broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song
barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford.
I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020
Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh )
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables:384
Total # Words::::282
Note:
O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained
O' to be innocent again, no longer stained
O' to be healthy again, a man of my own
O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown.
And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear
And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear
And in his heart again, darkness forever gone
And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1062]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-17-2020 05:56 AM
Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "
To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
blessedly gifted, born in month of May
star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
free spirited and full of youth's desires
warrior of daily childhood revelry
with a small bit of foolish devilry
racing as a wild mustang in a race
not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
living life as daring mischievous lad
with innocent dreams as we all once had.
Imbued with brave knight's soul and gallantries
set about by monsters of raging seas
wading through brambles, forests looming dark
boy willing to die young to make a mark
ever glad that boring manhood must wait
oft victim of accursed human Fate
conqueror of great battles, mammoth hills
days and nights with buckets of joyous thrills
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.
Bound in chains of sad months of heart break school
kept from those great cool and clear flowing pools
locked in rooms, to learn writing, art and math
so far from well worn forays and true paths
yearning to grow to huge savage beasts slay
heroes of Olympic games, Shakespeare plays
a Hercules, Goliath slayer too
flying eager skies in a spaceship new
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.
Born of strength and Zeus-like given powers
vigilant as fighters of any hours
as captains on voyages through raging seas
there with Ox and Paul Bunyan chopping trees
or winning hard fought battles, standing tall
to enter Valhalla's long golden halls
long nights drinking gallons of honey mead
not worrying on death or wounds that bleed
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.
Laughing, living as only boys can do
running as barefoot heroes without shoes
finding ravishing thoughts of pretty girls
jumping into lakes of romantic swirls
keen to not seek manhood at any cost
for so well seen what treasures would be lost
praying that youthful days would never end
fearing such change and what future portends
living life as daring mischievous lad
innocent dreams as we boys all once had.
To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
blessedly gifted, born in month of May
star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
free spirited and full of youth's desires
warrior of daily childhood revelry
with a small bit of foolish devilry
racing as a wild mustang in a race
not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
living life as daring mischievous lad
with innocent dreams as we all once had.
R.J. Lindley, May 10th, 1978
Rhyme, ( The Years Of Youthful Vigor And Mysteries To Be Solved )
Note One-
Six equally matched stanzas-
Each stanza is ten verses, exactly 70 words, one hundred syllables.
Total syllables = 600
Total words = 420
Note two-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Adventures_of_Tom_Sawyer
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer 1876 frontispiece.jpg
Front piece of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, 1876 1st edition.
Author Mark Twain
Country United States
Language English, Limited Edition (Spanish)
Genre Bildungsroman, picaresque novel, satire, folk, children's literature
Publisher American Publishing Company
Publication date
1876[1]
OCLC 47052486
Dewey Decimal
813.4
LC Class PZ7.T88 Ad 2001
Followed by Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Text The Adventures of Tom Sawyer at Wikisource
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is an 1876 novel by Mark Twain about a young boy growing up along the Mississippi River. It is set in the 1840s in the fictional town of St. Petersburg, inspired by Hannibal, Missouri, where Twain lived as a boy.[2] In the novel Tom Sawyer has several adventures, often with his friend Huckleberry Finn. Originally a commercial failure, the book ended up being the best selling of any of Twain's works during his lifetime.[3][4]
Though overshadowed by its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, the book is considered by many to be a masterpiece of American literature,[5] and was one of the first novels to be written on a typewriter.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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For other uses, see Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (disambiguation).
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Huckleberry Finn book.JPG
2nd (1st US) edition book cover
Author Mark Twain
Illustrator E. W. Kemble
Country United States
Language English
Series Tom Sawyer
Genre Picaresque novel
Publisher Chatto & Windus / Charles L. Webster And Company.
Publication date
December 10, 1884 (UK & Canada)
1885[1] (United States)
Pages 366
OCLC 29489461
Preceded by The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Followed by Tom Sawyer Abroad
Text Adventures of Huckleberry Finn at Wikisource
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (or, in more recent editions, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn) is a novel by Mark Twain, first published in the United Kingdom in December 1884 and in the United States in February 1885. Commonly named among the Great American Novels, the work is among the first in major American literature to be written throughout in vernacular English, characterized by local color regionalism. It is told in the first person by Huckleberry "Huck" Finn, the narrator of two other Twain novels (Tom Sawyer Abroad and Tom Sawyer, Detective) and a friend of Tom Sawyer. It is a direct sequel to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
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[Post 1063]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-18-2020 08:05 AM
Tale Of False Image Of The Beautiful Temptress
In her allure, a furtive glaze
her eyes, seductive ways
beckoning back receptive gaze,
revealing beauty pays.
She set the stage, spreading her feast
enchanting there, a coming hope
in her dark heart, a fearsome beast,
hidden beyond life's horoscope.
The rancid world, its ebbing tides
its tempting sweets, its dark
holding powers, hatreds it hides,
its wicked ways, savage and stark.
She born of black, her heart so cold
revealed a sad past
of princess into slavery sold,
lies setting heart aghast.
In her deep thoughts, victim's demise
in her breast, blades of hate
from life's truth, word to the wise,
halt, it may be too late.
Her closest friend, soft moonlit glows
casting light, pale in shades
to better hide vindictive blows,
to sink in angry blades.
Out loud she laughs, while strolling away
another one sent deep
as world and wicked temptress play,
whilst unsuspecting sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2020
Rhyme, ( Poetic verse, a few words to the wise )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1064]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-18-2020 09:21 AM
Bird Of Paradise
Where o' where does bird of paradise hide its nest
perhaps deep in a very old and well worn shoe,
one scuffed up, well traveled and not its very best
bearing those haunting scars that life itself accrues,
or within a busy gnat's earliest morn drink
as it gulps dew from a bright lazy buttercup,
wondering what not to wear and how not to think
only knowing life demands it this liquid sup.
Could be invisible realm within mankind's touch
much as waves of saltwater beach-flung by the sea
soakings feet, sands and breaking stubborn rocks so much
as to bring majestic pleasures likes as are we,
else dreamscape, its fruited orchards ripe and divine
magnificent desserts crying out just to be
Nature's colorful bounty, its gifts very fine
born of earth, hanging from weighted limbs of a tree.
Nay, such fancy are mere wisps of wind in man's heart
bird of paradise its wings all about us spreads,
it lives in eternity and has from man's start
came to us in sweet dreams as we sleep in our beds
Yet we can not rule out Nature having one too
for we must admit its still well hidden treasures
we should learn to appreciate more than we do
beauty of life, Love's depths, its joys beyond measure.
Bird of Paradise, this night may I fly with you
through dawn's expanse, its whispering twilight gleamings,
to crystal clear gardens of romantic fervor
and find her, my dream princess to live forever.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2020
Rhyme, ( Within Man's Soul, Exists A Beauty Beyond Measure )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1065]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-23-2020 05:07 AM
The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found
Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Free verse,
( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )
Note 1 :
A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.
Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
in my 6th grade class...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc
Joan of Arc
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Saint Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc miniature graded.jpg
Historiated initial depicting Johan of Arc from Archives Nationales, Paris, AE II 2490, allegedly dated to the second half of the 15th century but presumably art forgery painted in the late 19th or early 20th centuries, according to medievalist Philippe Contamine.[1]
Martyr and Holy Virgin
Born Jeanne d'Arc (modern French)
circa 1412
Domrémy, Duchy of Bar, Kingdom of France
Died 30 May 1431 (aged approx. 19)
Rouen, Normandy
(then under English rule)
Venerated in
Roman Catholic Church
Anglican Communion[2]
Beatified 18 April 1909, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Pius X
Canonized 16 May 1920, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Benedict XV
Feast 30 May
Attributes Armor, banner, sword
Patronage France; martyrs; captives; military personnel; people ridiculed for their piety; prisoners; soldiers; women who have served in the WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service); and Women's Army CorpsSignature.
Joan of Arc (French: Jeanne d'Arc[3][4] pronounced [?an da?k]; c. 1412 – 30 May 1431),[5] nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans" (French: La Pucelle d'Orléans), is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years' War, and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint. She was born to Jacques d'Arc and Isabelle Romée, a peasant family, at Domrémy in northeast France. Joan claimed to have received visions of the archangel Michael, Saint Margaret, and Saint Catherine of Alexandria instructing her to support Charles VII and recover France from English domination late in the Hundred Years' War. The unanointed King Charles VII sent Joan to the Siege of Orléans as part of a relief army. She gained prominence after the siege was lifted only nine days later. Several additional swift victories led to Charles VII's consecration at Reims. This long-awaited event boosted French morale and paved the way for the final French victory.
On 23 May 1430, she was captured at Compiègne by the Burgundian faction, a group of French nobles allied with the English. She was later handed over to the English[6] and put on trial by the pro-English bishop Pierre Cauchon on a variety of charges.[7] After Cauchon declared her guilty, she was burned at the stake on 30 May 1431, dying at about nineteen years of age.[8]
In 1456, an inquisitorial court authorized by Pope Callixtus III examined the trial, debunked the charges against her, pronounced her innocent, and declared her a martyr.[8] In the 16th century she became a symbol of the Catholic League, and in 1803 she was declared a national symbol of France by the decision of Napoleon Bonaparte.[9] She was beatified in 1909 and canonized in 1920. Joan of Arc is one of the nine secondary patron saints of France, along with Saint Denis, Saint Martin of Tours, Saint Louis, Saint Michael, Saint Rémi, Saint Petronilla, Saint Radegund and Saint Thérèse of Lisieux.
Joan of Arc has remained a popular figure in literature, painting, sculpture, and other cultural works since the time of her death, and many famous writers, playwrights, filmmakers, artists, and composers have created, and continue to create, cultural depictions of her.
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The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found
Her vow was to remain alive ...
stoke furiously the aching fires
not weep tears that splattered ancient grounds
no longer a vassal of state, nor apathy chained
walk deliberately, instead of in moaning pain
from within a hell-cast inferno,
into the welcoming arms of hope and joyous dreams
bathing in sun-birthed rays that arrive
as gems sent from the heavens and singing skies
a survivor...
asking not pity nor wealth ...
She then journeyed east,
traversing dusty roads and mountainous terrain
accepting life and its hollow victories
enduring lonely nights and unmerciful
flaming cauldrons of ever surging pains
Forever seeking ...
that home of memory and lost dream,
a vagabond and a wanderer in the dark
courageous beyond the heroic arc ...
true to love
not realizing, many never find
the right path or needed illuminations
to stop upon the meadow'ed fields of heart's gift ...
Her trek, sought light of the golden cup,
desireth of romance and magnificent taste
wine pressed by Olympic gods ...
flowers born from Pan's wondrous flute
serenity and paradise accepting
life's true worth ...
As the years ever forward raced,
her speed set her to a merest crawl
feet trudging stubbornly on ...
feeling so close
so very, very close
she paused for a moment ...
there and then it appeared,
the rainbow of promised light
in the bouquet of dancing moonlight ...
Eyelids growing heavy,
breath growing weaker, slumber begging
its long awaited meal ...
she yielded to fate and relief
a willing victim of success
a warrior borne away on a shield of gold
A princes returned to her allotted realm
hands clasped in prayer, her heart bearing yet more gifts.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Free verse,
( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )
Note 1 :
A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.
Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
in my 6th grade class...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
Finally finished this one...Tyr
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[Post 1066]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-26-2020 12:59 PM
Always Together, In The Great Bye And Bye
In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die
always together, in the great bye and bye
now fate and time, our sweetest dreams delay
I live in despair, as dark has its way
Yet once in your angelic arms, love gave
with infinite grace, this poor soul did save.
In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die.
Always together, in the great bye and bye.
In you arms, O'lord may I soon again be
wrapped with heavy passionate chains, blessing me
with nights of your kisses, your dearest gifts
our lives planned, as paradise so uplifts
Yet this dream, heart set by a solemn vow
is memory, torn from the here and now.
In your arms, I once so prayed myself to die.
Always together, in the great bye and bye.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Romanticism,
( Let us stay together, "Once Was My Cry ",
loving so strong in the sweet bye and bye )
Syllables Per Line:
0 11 11 10 10 10 10 0 11 11 0 11 11 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables:168
Total # Words::::136
Note;
Rewritten from a poem that was lost back in 1976...
Actually it was burned back then. This version tho'
not exact is as close to the original as my old age
and my ailing memory, can now manage to recreate,
changes made are minor. It is one of the few poems
from 40+ years ago that I have a much greater memory
of the verses and the reason it was composed in the
first place.. RJL
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1067]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-28-2020 03:20 PM
Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:264
Total # Words::::178
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NOTE:
https://interestingliterature.com/2018/09/a-short-analysis-of-edmund-spensers-amoretti-lxxv-one-day-i-wrote-her-name-upon-the-strand/
LITERATURE
A Short Analysis of Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti LXXV: ‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’
Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti is one of the greatest of the Elizabethan sonnet sequences; after Sir Philip Sidney’s Astrophil and Stella (which was the first great sonnet sequence in English), it is perhaps the greatest of all. Sonnet LXXV from Amoretti, beginning ‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’, is probably the most famous poem in the cycle, and deserves closer analysis for its innovative use of a popular conceit.
Amoretti LXXV
by Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
‘Vain man,’ said she, ‘that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.’
‘Not so,’ (quod I); ‘let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.’
‘One day I wrote her name upon the strand’ addresses one of the key themes of the Elizabethan sonnet sequence: the struggle of the poet to immortalise his beloved, the woman his sonnets are written in praise of. In summary, Spenser tells us that he wrote his beloved’s name on the beach one day, but the waves came in and washed the name away. He wrote his beloved’s name out a second time, but again the tide came in and obliterated it, as if deliberately targeting the poet’s efforts (‘pains’) with its destructive waves.
From my blog on, Amoretti LXXV, by Edmund Spenser
my tribute poem included below,
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Sailing Away From Dark That Wrecks Havoc On Earth
Earth left cursing in raging anger and sad roars
horrid spinning mess, its great darkness raining fear
vast teeming multitudes, with evil shore to shore
lies, wicked beasts, future never really clear.
These new waters, horizon now promising love
her beautiful kiss, those lips waiting just for me
Heaven sending guiding angels down from above
singing of light, truth and a divine sanctity.
My soul, its core now filled with a king's treasure worth
of romance and flowery meadows gifting life
sailing away from dark that wrecks havoc on earth
my ship, cutting through sleeping waters like a knife.
Sailing away upon Heaven's soft, tender sea
ranging across waters with her windblown caress
repentant and dwelling within bountiful glee
a sinner, long ago my sins I did confess.
Sailing into expanse of waiting paradise
her big bright smile gifting an ocean of delight,
never again begging more, this love shall suffice
with passionate gems gifted each and every night.
Pray I, eternity weds our Lives, Love and All
And we together, sail to our true Port of Call.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, Romanticism ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )
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[Post 1068]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2020 07:57 PM
Within Oceans Of Passion's Might
I that loved, true, hard and so deep
in world that powers sadly shoved,
pains to keep,
found romantic wealth, heart's dear song,
joy that leaps.
Within oceans of passion's might
strolling along as Nature's glow,
gem laid sights,
as beauty, its great music plays,
cresting lights.
Love's depths, exalted nights of bliss
of sun's golden rays, skies soft blue
truth be this,
her most beautiful face giving,
lips to kiss.
I that loved you so, with my all.
Your love, forever I recall.
Robert J. Lindley, Feb. 10th, 1995
Romanticism/Rhyme,
( Heart And Soul Once Found, With Love's Depths )
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Old Note: 2-10-1995
Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery and earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust....
New Note: 8-07-2020
Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery, earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust.
Born with promise, a tender heart to give
life, love, kindness, seeds of revealing light
conscious of standing, as one may live
between dawn's glory and shadows of night...
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[Post 1069]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-08-2020 10:38 AM
Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of life's selfish delights:
No more than mere cannibals of impish degrees
Born of midnight madness and seed from dying trees.
Man in darkened lusts seeking illicit spoils
Raping with greed, as seas of sewage churns and boils
Flying through phantasms of barbaric hate
Rising as a charred Phoenix of dooming Fate
Unto dawn's fiery breath, its unfulfilled dreams
While harbinger of death, drowns with malignant streams
Gasping from a multitude of overwhelming lust
Avoiding light, truth of one day turning back to dust.
From the beginnings of aspirations and greed
First wailing cry, signifying an evil seed
Crawling as a mere babe down in well trodden dirt
Yet unacquainted, to life's many flesh-born hurts
Weak, ever needful under mother's tender cloak
Destined to serve, slave under temptation's yoke
Taught to seek, what sensual pleasures thus abound
Ecstasy's whispers, allures that truly astound.
Born of flesh, a searing flame too oft set to rage
Whether a pauper or prince, each coming of age
Reaching that mature stage when new blacken chart sets
Course of life, and all, whatever future begets
Letting dark to sully and run its wicked course
Rampaging, destroying, without fear or remorse
A Caesar in power, born of demonic ways
God of deceit, creator of a dancing malaise.
Standing aloft, contemptuous of good and light
Evolving monster, lurking into darker nights
Beset by arrogance, stand of a know it all
An Achilles well before his sad fated fall
Ignorant of Time, ill winds of eternal wrath
Prancing, before a tumble from a crumbling path
Left behind as humanity's cycles repeat
Death touched, final blow, mankind's greatest defeat.
Cast into oblivion, reduced to bleached bones
Memory, marked by a plot, one white headstone
Perhaps some tears that time too will one day erase
Fruit of iniquity, sad harvests, a disgrace
Ending, befit for one that embraced the dark
Reduced to dust and sorrows, a stained mark
Alas! To in error, such futile life so choose
Playing with a marked deck, destined to lose!
Robert J. Lindley, started 2-03- 2020.
completed to post 8-06-2020
A tribute to Samuel Johnson...inspired by
his-- " drury-lane-prologue"...
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[Post 1070]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2020 11:45 AM
https://www.warpaths2peacepipes.com/native-american-symbols/wolf-symbol.htm
The Wolf Symbol
Native American Symbols, like the Wolf symbol, can vary in meaning from one tribe to another and across the culture groups of North America.
Discover facts and information about the meanings of secret and mysterious symbols used by Native American Indians in our List of Symbols including the Wolf symbol.
>>> Native Indian Symbol >>>
Native American Symbols
Native Indian Tribes Index
Meaning of the Wolf Symbol
Native American Indians were a deeply spiritual people and they communicated their history, thoughts, ideas and dreams from generation to generation through Symbols and Signs such as the Wolf symbol. Native American symbols are geometric portrayals of celestial bodies, natural phenomena and animal designs. The tracks of an animal, such as a wolf, were used to indicate a direction. For additional information please refer to the Meanings of Animal Symbols.
Meaning of the Wolf Symbol
The meaning of the Wolf symbol is to symbolize direction and leadership and the wolf symbol also embodied both protection and destruction. The Wolf symbol signified strength, endurance, Instinct linked with intelligence, family values and believed to give guidance in dreams and meditation. For additional information refer to Power Animals. Many American Indians considered themselves descended from wolves, and thus worshiped the wolf as both a god and an ancestor. According to the Pawnee creation myth, the wolf was the first creature to experience death. Some tribes believed that the timber wolves, howling at the moon, were spiritual beings that could speak to the gods and impart magical powers.
Meaning of the Wolf Symbol - Good and Evil
The Wolf has always been a symbol of evil as well as good. Wolves were revered in some Native American tribes but they are also feared in other cultures. Wolves were generally revered by tribes that survived by hunting, but were thought little of by those that survived through agriculture. Native Americans incorporated wolves into their myths, legends, ceremonies and rituals, portraying them as ferocious warriors in some traditions and thieving spirits in others. The Native American Indians therefore associated the wolf with creativity, fertility and protection and destruction.
The Wolf Symbol - Meaning
There were so many tribes of Native American Indians it is only possible to generalize the most common meaning of the Wolf symbol or pattern. Native Indian symbols are still used as Tattoos and were used for a variety of reasons and depicted on numerous objects such as tepees, totem poles, musical instruments, clothes and War Paint. Indian Tribes also used their own Colors for Symbols and designs depending on the natural resources available to make Native American paint.
Apache Hide Painting
Native American Indians - Wolf Symbol
Native American Indians had a highly complex culture, especially those who lived on the Great Plains.
Their religion was dominated by rituals and belief in a spiritual connection with nature and these beliefs were reflected in the various symbols they used such as the Wolf symbol.
The clothes, tepees and all of his belongings was decorated with art and included symbols depicting his achievements, acts of heroism, his various spirit guides or the most important events in his life. Every symbol used by an American Native Indian had meaning which can be accessed from Symbols and Meanings.
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Under Soft Moonlit Skies, Lonely Howls Heard
Within wolfen heart, her hellish hunger arose,
ultimate power to destroy as yet unknown-
she lit her candle and caressed a red rose
crying in the light, far away her dreams had blown,
yet mercy and future shed a torrent of tears-
as streams formed, away melted life's darkest fears.
Watching as golden moon, its beauty displayed,
shadow winds sent mesmerizing whispers of love-
anticipation gnawed, love's kiss been delayed
for a jealous God, had cursed her from above,
looking skyward she in despair showed her fangs
as her sanity, by a single thread thus hangs.
Silence came, its music her racing heart then felt
as the new trees danced and sleeping rocks awoke-
he appeared to gift a kiss and her grave doubts melt
in that infinite ecstasy neither one spoke,
then she of wolfen heart and he of wolfen blood-
were washed away in Nature's romantic flood.
Robert J. Lindley, original Oct. 24 1982,
edited, and link -8-09-2020
Rhyme, ( In these veins flow Native American blood )
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[Post 1071]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-18-2020 02:41 PM
My Tribute poem
With Promise Of Entry, Elysium
Childhood, seeing from afar, candle burning bright
with courage, imagination seeing life through
always and forever the promise, heard each night-
walk a brave path, receive entry, as is your due,
heaven searching, whispers of two stars gazing back
honor true, never shall a God's power you lack.
Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
on battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".
Ajax, blessed child and great warrior born to be
father- war god, mother a nymph of the blue seas
as a child roaming forests, with sword and long spear
a hero born and one totally without fear,
star gazing- seeing death would come, Elysian fields
his destiny, gifting all of its golden yields.
Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".
Ajax, scarred and toughened, many battles fought
never surrendering, ever giving his all
a warrior true, there within Olympic feuds caught
steady and ever mindful of his final fall,
sky hunting, watching universe's resplendent glow
as decreed by the Gods- set to put on a show.
Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".
Ajax, courageous warrior of Greek legend's fame
gifted with prowess of strength and courage to match
of Homer's Troy, that Greek hero, one and the same
always fated, for a Trojan war death to catch,
there on bloody soil, as Olympus had decreed
death claimed he, born of true and heroic Greek seed.
Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".
R.J. Lindley, original version, May 9th, 1972
Rhyme, ( On Homer, Greek Mythology, Greek Warriors )
edited, and updated with link.. 8-18-2020
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Total # Words:256
Notes:
1. Elysium
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Ely...reek-mythology
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[Post 1072]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2020 06:53 PM
Into That Realm Where Sadness Can Not Play
He was so tired, he had lived his long life,
knowing Time wields its long razor sharp knife
stabbing, stabbing, ever in its blade goes
until death comes, ending all that one knows
In his final hours, heart and soul recalls,
life, its many treasures, its golden balls
love, her touch, her beauty truly divine
romance, and all that life's true joy defines.
He walked down many a dusty road,
seeking truth, to lighten life's heavy loads
having found peace, within her loving arms
blessed to be willing slave to her charms
That sad night, he gazed at Heaven above
wanting to tell her of his faithful love
with sad tear-filled blue eyes, out loud he cried
she was my true love, my all that hath died.
He looked up at a pale, ghastly new moon
shouting - come, come death you are not too soon
let your crimson sword, willing soul destroy
I that feared your final touch since a boy
no longer seek to avoid that last breath
release me, that I may join her in death
I dare'st thy touch to this old soul here take
for her sweet touch, this life I now forsake.
Soft wind rose, its hands did spirit embrace
his dying heart, as bright smile lit his face
then down she came, to escort him away
into that realm where sadness can not play
his dear departed wife, her touch so soft
then night low moaned, as two lights went aloft
he that no longer grieved having found peace
accepted death's blade and its sweet release.
R.J. Lindley, 9-14- 1978, edited 6-09-2020,
8-19-2020
Rhyme, ( Wherein Life And Love Are Joined Forever )
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[Post 1073]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2020 11:13 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Rhyme, ( Living, Loving Well Amidst Fading Of The Light )
Inspired by the poem-- "Mesmerized"- by Lady Labyrinth
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Notes:
(1.)
"tête-à-tête"
nom masculin invariable
1.
Situation de deux personnes qui se trouvent seules ensemble, et spécialement qui s'isolent ensemble.
Elle essaya de nous ménager un tête-à-tête.
2.
Service à petit-déjeuner pour deux personnes.
Translate tête-à-tête to
English
noun
1. private talk
2. tete-a-tete
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(2.)
"con amore"
in British English
(k?n æ'm??r? )
ADJECTIVE, ADVERB
music
(to be performed) lovingly
Collins English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers
Word origin
C19: from Italian: with love
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From Poet's Pen, Love's Infinite Colors May Flow
From poet's pen, love's infinite colors may flow
Even when, it inks verse of darkness down below
And poet's heart, gifts to others, romantic light
Be still gasping breath, as Venus dares show her might
As depths of love, 'a la Romeo and Juliet
There her favored lovers rejoice tete-a-tete.
From poet's heart, ripen fruits, Art that purely grows
Majestic as the golden treasures Nature sows
Ever as, expanding roots, Love's beautiful trees
Glide as sensual waves, building hope in swirling seas
Singing of love's first born, its great beauty con amore
Soft vows in passion flung from loving paradise shores.
From poet born breath, exhaled in torrents of praise
Ink gems left before death, cutting through world's malaise
As voice from depths of wilderness and solitude
Berating lies, man's usual hateful attitudes
Falling back on hope, truth and a rose's beauty sublime
Creating art, waging battle against fleeting Time.
From poet's pen, love's infinite colors may flow.
Even should the be dark verses from down below.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Rhyme, ( Living, Loving Well Amidst Fading Of The Light )
Inspired by the poem-- "Mesmerized"- by Lady Labyrinth
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[Post 1074]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-28-2020 08:47 PM
At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon
Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!
Fire had burned its music, lowered its bright flashing flames
solemn was that moment, as again heard- this Life is no game
for despite this beauty, luminous glows of this-- God's design
echoing words reminding, all this cries- all is a sent sign
and Life is its purpose, Love is truly its greatest treasure
by Light of truth and wisdom, man may find his true measure
and far off, an owl hoots and midnight sounds play a fair tune
blessed marvelous revelation, that summer night in June!
Gentle winds a'blowin', such paradise I pray more may find
great knowing, in giving and receiving- Love is truly kind
before sleeping, time to again look deep into Heaven's glow
hold joy and pleasure as Nature's blessed magnificence shows
man the pilgrim, earth the spinning realm, death the dark slayer
ships are slow sailing, seas are rolling, we are but mere players
waves tossing to and fro, Light is shining with God at the helm
we'll be alright, if we let not world's wicked ways overwhelm!
Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove.
Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter
feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters
at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon
a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon!
Robert J.Lindley, posted- 5-05-2020
Rhyme, ( Memories of Youth, of Life and of Nature sent Revelations )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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This one written 3 months and 3 weeks ago.
I remember writing it after reading Longfellow, Hawthorne, Emerson and Whittier. the night before.--Tyr
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[Post 1075]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2020 08:04 AM
Note:
To keep with my goal, my mission to write
to remain positive by way of my composing
positive, uplifting poetry - perhaps even
by creating one new poem every three days
I rose this morn at 4 am, having these first
few verses remembered from a dream last night,
I sat and composed this new and heartfelt piece.
With hope that it inspires others and may be a
healing gift when they too may ever need it.
God bless...
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Now Is The Time To Hunker Down And Write
Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink's flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.
Now is the time to hunker down and pen
words that curse sad fate of women and men
allow heart its deepest of reliefs,
find again, truth, light of divine beliefs
soak paper in expressive ink, gift light
to counter evil world's usual blight.
Now is the time to hunker down and tell
of soul and mind's power to dark dispel
allow faith its powers and its just dues,
let new born poetry, wash away blues
with true honor, poetic art enhance
enjoy life and set eager pen to dance.
Now is the time to hunker down and see
firm and true, that love and kindness are key
allow eyes again, love's power behold,
refuse to believe world's many lies told
kneel each magnificent new morn to pray
that love, mercy, and divine hope holds sway.
Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.
Robert J. Lindley, 9/04/2020
Rhyme
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For reference, showing below poem number one of series, posted in sonnet section of the creative writing forum.
Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight,
Poem number one of series
Here in the now, amidst the pale twilight
that fleeting moment, - dying of the night
that most precious air, - dying of the light
cometh, morn's breath, - its beautiful new sight.
Here in the now, within mind's newest eye
that pondering thought, - let my spirit fly
that exquisite joy, - sweetest tears I cry
cometh, renewed hope, - truth I'll not deny.
Here in the now, as that whisper so thrills
that divine promise, - love needing no pills
that merciful vow, - relief from world's ills
cometh, beautiful truth, - love over-spills.
Here in the now, amidst fleeing of twilight
That stirring moment, - waking God's divine might.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-01-2020
Sonnet, ( A dream, A promise, A sweet renewing of faith )
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Total # Words:112
Note (1.):
Poem born from a dream last night
awakening to a day so bright
as twilight's new rays therein gift,
sweet poetic words to uplift,
heart and soul into joyous praise
relief was born from dark malaise.
Note (2.)
A new month, a vow to have a new and positive new start.
To attempt to compose more positive and uplifting verse.
To deny the dark clouds that attempts to overcome
To walk in the light and deny the dark that seeks to destroy....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1076]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-07-2020 11:24 AM
Are We Not Brothers, Made Of The Same Dirt,
(Tribute to Philip Freneau and his poem,
The Dying Indian)
Are We Not Brothers, Made Of The Same Dirt
I welcome you sweet dawn, soft break of day
As your vibrant voice sounds, seeming to say
Lad, I bid you relief from dark and gray
Feel my coming golden rays and rejoice
So precious life's gift, giving love free voice
Embrace your honor, honor that wise choice-
You are of braver heart, red is your blood
You are red-man, Native pride your soul floods
You hunt ancestral lands, wade tidal muds,
There amidst tall trees, beauty of the glades
You young lad, were of pure Native bloods made
Spirit must stay strong, as your time soon fades
In your dreams, you sail to paradise isles
You race through countryside for miles and miles
Live, soon your tribes will become sad exiles-
As you dare the great beast to your soul fight
Search mysteries that hide truth out of sight
Know that same hungry beast, will your race smite!
Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends.
Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends.
I beg mother earth, this carnage avert
Heal dark souls of men, stop such coming hurts
Are we not brothers, made of the same dirt
Do we all not cry, and same red blood bleed
Are we all not sprung from weak mortal seeds
In pain, do we not, to same Father plead-
Will violence and death, your greed absolve
Can we seek to our differences solve
Must destruction serve as means to evolve,
Is what will be gained, great treasure to you
Shall we learn to love same sky's glowing blues
Share life's blessings, paying brotherly dues
Walk lit paths, love flowering meadows too-
Live serving peace and discover anew
Enjoy a rainbow's hope, its many hues?
Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends.
Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2020
Rhyme, ( Written for new blog-- blog not posted yet )
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[Post 1077]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2020 05:19 PM
Vision Of Beauty, A True Heroine,
number three of the series
She bravely stood there
her heart- its love
unfurling into the evening winds
in the wide open meadow
Nature her ally,
beauty and eager soul her shield
none but the perceptive,
the keen,
the wise,
those bothering to deeper see
saw the angel
saw the invisible tears
the enormity of heartache
as sun and sky conspired
to cast golden rays
and thus her spirit transform
from despair,
from sorrowing, from grievous doubts
and in a mere blink
command blooming flowers
to gift sweetest aroma
and deep essence of beauty
unto one in need
unto she
a true heroine
a mother
watching her beloved child
in the glowing meadow
dancing barefoot
and laughing so gaily with
purest innocence of childish glee
Robert J. Lindley
9/08/ 2020
Free verse,
( When Beauty And Life Both Conspire To Bring Joy )
Note:
Verses born this fine morn, after viewing
pictures of my beloved wife
and our son, taken back in 2010...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1078]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-10-2020 08:56 AM
Going to try an experiment. I will now post a poem that was written by Edgar Allan Poe.
And then start to compose a tribute poem, with that poem in mind and the thoughts it inspired.
Point is to see how fast I can finish one that is by my standards good enough to pass muster. --Tyr
Poe's poem--one that is not dark....
To The River
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1829)
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty -- the unhidden heart --
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks --
Which glistens then, and trembles --
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
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My tribute offering,
Times started composing, 8:58am
finished 9:24am
This went far faster and came out far better than
i ever thought it could or would.--Tyr
O'Bright Star, Thy Bright Gleamings True Hearts See
O'Bright star! will thy gleam this sad heart sate
with splendor of glow, quench our dying thirsts
Thy exquisite beauty, mankind debates
as well, bold shining depths of thy starbursts.
Why gift that grin, that Chesire cat-eye glow.
As riddle we are never meant to know?
O'Bright star! will thy eternal gaze blink
a galactic voice thy wisdom imparts
Are thy infinite gleamings - wine to drink,
as a soothing balm to heal broken hearts,
Shall ever thy distant voice our souls hear
or will we destroy earth with hate and fear?
May we in our pitifully sad state.
Reach, touch thy heart's glow, to truly relate?
Robert J. Lindley, 9/10/2020
Sonnet, A tribute poem,
To Poe's, poem, titled,
"To The River"..
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[Post 1079]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-15-2020 07:24 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020
Rhyme,
( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee )
Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inpired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL
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Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon
Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon
We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy
Because of our deep lusting, dark set and wanton
We seek our malignant pleasures before we die?
In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities
Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls
Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity
Blinded to truth, justice and life's great coming tolls.
As invisible evil darken tendrils spread
Busy world gives cover, life flees ever onward
Mankind too often stumbles, and crying in dread
Leading to aches, a life cut by sharp broken shards.
O'that high Heavens would this insanity stop
Reveal the invincible light and man's soul heal
Plant anew, seeds of love, reaping a bumper crop
With divine mercy, stop mankind's dark-lusts to steal.
Does ever, this wicked world slow down, take a rest
Cease using night's cover for tempting man's dark lusts
Bow to truth, stop its ravaging that life besets
Seal those Hellish gates just below earth's shallow crusts?
Will malevolence, return peace to those living
That which Eden did bountifully its fruits yield
Serenity, happiness, blessed gifts giving
When life sat under God's unconquerable shield?
Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon
We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy
Because of our deep lusting, dark set and wanton
We seek our malignant pleasures before we die?
In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities
Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls
Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity
Blinded to truth, justice and life's great coming tolls.
Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020
Rhyme,
( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee )
Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inspired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1080]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-17-2020 10:59 AM
Swift Cometh Death Angel, Far, Far, So Far Too Soon
From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon
Over roaring waves, across earth's glitter-dome seas
It flew by shattering tops of tall oak trees.
Before dawn's rays breaking, and morning breeze curled
Amidst the raging blackness of this savage world
Bitter end for he that never love forsaking
Death in invisible heaving breast came a'raking.
He there falling as a shadow passing away
In the distance she crying, as she knelt to pray.
Therein was no blood letting, just a dying moan
His life was battles and betting, he in a blink gone
Sky began a'tearing, raindrops splattering ground
As she had long been fearing, he died hell-bound
With rosy bosom heaving, she sought death's sweet touch
Earth she prayed to be leaving, his death, too much
Thunder began clapping, black clouds heading her way
She heard Styx's waves lapping, soon at his feet she lay.
From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon.
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon.
R. J. Lindley, 3-22- 1979
Dark Rhyme, ( When Sunny Skies Have Fled )
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[Post 1081]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-19-2020 12:00 AM
Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )
Note -- This new creation, was composed in three days of
each day my reading of Thomas Gray's magnificent poem,
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that was first
published in 1751....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy_Written_in_a_Country_Churchyard
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
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First page of Dodsley's illustrated edition of Gray's Elegy with illustration by Richard Bentley
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard is a poem by Thomas Gray, completed in 1750 and first published in 1751.[1] The poem's origins are unknown, but it was partly inspired by Gray's thoughts following the death of the poet Richard West in 1742. Originally titled Stanzas Wrote in a Country Church-Yard, the poem was completed when Gray was living near St Giles' parish church at Stoke Poges. It was sent to his friend Horace Walpole, who popularised the poem among London literary circles. Gray was eventually forced to publish the work on 15 February 1751 in order to preempt a magazine publisher from printing an unlicensed copy of the poem.
The poem is an elegy in name but not in form; it employs a style similar to that of contemporary odes, but it embodies a meditation on death, and remembrance after death. The poem argues that the remembrance can be good and bad, and the narrator finds comfort in pondering the lives of the obscure rustics buried in the churchyard. The two versions of the poem, Stanzas and Elegy, approach death differently; the first contains a stoic response to death, but the final version contains an epitaph which serves to repress the narrator's fear of dying. With its discussion of, and focus on, the obscure and the known, the poem has possible political ramifications, but it does not make any definite claims on politics to be more universal in its approach to life and death.
Claimed as "probably still today the best-known and best-loved poem in English",[2] the Elegy quickly became popular. It was printed many times and in a variety of formats, translated into many languages, and praised by critics even after Gray's other poetry had fallen out of favour. Later critics tended to comment on its language and universal aspects, but some felt the ending was unconvincing—failing to resolve the questions the poem raised—or that the poem did not do enough to present a political statement that would serve to help the obscure rustic poor who form its central image.
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Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse
Sonnet I
I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Tis but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night
In that abject blindness, fail to see life's true worth
Alas! Such are sorrows of mankind's constant plight
That feeds malignant swellings of darkness on earth;
Those of ancient times, of distant long dead yesterdays
Will one day from that deepest of slumbers arise
Long hidden from flown days and nights, world's weeping grays
Be reborn with no thoughts of world's previous lies.
As earth spins, sounding its constant evolving beats
We blind to light's truth, continue our foolish acts
Racing onward counting our coins and useless feats
Life came from light's truth, not so-called man-made facts.
Sonnet II
I that thought to profit, see beyond mortal veil
Having never measured truest rectitude of life
In my epic quest, the highest of mountains scale
In youth, blind to sad flowing storms of mortal strife
Alas! We that in our darkness refuse to see
Oft face raging storms that seem to forever swirl
Not realizing, Love's blessings are given free
To counter lightning bolts world's malevolence hurls.
I that foolishly thought to defeat that we die
Later learned truth that our vanity denies
We are lost because we believe world's greatest lie
That we were once roaming beasts beneath earthen skies
By our own greatness became gods of divine might
Free to do as we please, revel in our delights.
Sonnet III
In June, when wondering winds our hearts so lighten
I have found eager bubbling brooks streaming along
Summer's morn setting up to day gaily brighten
Nature gifting beauty, songbirds gifting sweet song
Across flowering meadows, busy bees flying
Life many treasures so beautifully sharing
Time to live, not sadly ponder mortal dying
For truest of joy depends on our loving caring
There rests much more happiness in sincere kindness
And sweeter breath within Love's soft touch inspiring
Eyes to truly see, welcome defeat of blindness
Rather than worldly conflicts and daily sparring
To satisfy our fleshly dreams and dark desires
Lets embrace light's divine truth that never expires.
Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17
Sonnet trilogy,
( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading )
Note -- This new creation, was composed in three days of
each day my reading of Thomas Gray's magnificent poem,
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that was first
published in 1751....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy_Written_in_a_Country_Churchyard
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
I hope that you may enjoy this new creation- as I put all of my poetic heart and soul into it.
I so needed something as a distraction from my current woes and worries. -Tyr
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[Post 1082]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-22-2020 10:11 AM
Note- Poem from my new blog....
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2020
Rhyme,
( A Look At A Sad Reality, Those Worthy But Not Rewarded )
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Oh, That Earth Wouldst So Truly Honor Thee
Dedicated To-
"The Great Unknown, Unsung Poets of the
- Past, Present And Future"
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Oh, That Earth Wouldst So Truly Honor Thee
Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruits reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Inked pools born from candor and purest heart
Offerings of whispers that truth imparts
Defeating the dark which sets us apart
To gift more, fill up love's bountiful cart.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Within thy soul and even thy sadness
Counter with blessed hope this world's madness
Shine with rhyming words, bringing on gladness
Yet ignore world's inglorious fadness.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
And through thy darkest sorrows gift anew
Heroic words that deepest dark breaks through
Gifts empathy, care many are thus due
For truth, darkness oft turns sky weeping blue.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruit reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2020
Rhyme,
( A Look At A Sad Reality, Those Worthy But Not Rewarded )
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[Post 1083]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-02-2020 02:04 PM
Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born
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Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
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Note:
After having regained a bit of my former self.
I wrote three dark poems- while in my melancholy state.
I will maybe post those at a later date.
Decided to post this positive, uplifting and image-
filled poem as my comeback presentation. And decided
to work with a different form. A combo idea I have had
for a long time but never got around to experimenting
with it. So please understand this is my very first
effort with it -my "virgin foray" into it so to speak.
I hope you may enjoy it and get something positive
and uplifting from its message, imagery and hope born
within. God bless...
Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born.
part one of three
Downward ...
Soft specks falling,
Like echoes frozen white
Whispers sent from December skies
Downward.
(The Ancient Tree )..
Thereinto awe its magnificent trunk
sinking its teeth into soft virgin ground
earth paying no heed as each deeper sunk
as to its firm teether, the tree was bound.
Above grown reaching for bright sky and sun
umbrella limbs hanging massive and long
biggest was giant arms weighing a ton
handy stages for songbirds and sweeter song.
Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves
as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro
beauty that stirs mankind to God believe
divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.
Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming
With beauty sublime and clear brooks streaming.
Winter ...
Ground creamy white,
Trees, moaning pallid skies
Children thanking Christmas break and
Winter.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
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[Post 1084]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 10-02-2020 03:19 PM
"Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves
as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro
beauty that stirs mankind to God believe
....divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.
Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming"
Nice Tyr....Very nice.
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[Post 1085]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-06-2020 01:42 PM
Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born, two of three
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( Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born )
Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
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Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born,
two of three
Sublime ...
Love's sweetest bliss,
Whispers tender and sweet
Moanings, pleasures, ecstasy's touch
Sublime.
Moon had its most bountiful gold-glows cast
filtering through tall oak trees onto earth
they in love that truly forever lasts
cared not for fame nor for world's greedy worth.
Romance demands they stay together here
allowing life and joy to penetrate
with the power of joined strength face their fears
and embrace the beauty of Loving fate.
He saw into her gleaming bright blue eyes
moonbeams of ardor's deep radiant glow
she saw in his face, love that never dies
as each yielded to love's tidal tow.
As night's moon and love's hands joined, so did they.
Into loving arms until break of day.
Passion ...
Love and kisses
Feelings heart wants and needs
Vows, he for her and she for he
Passion.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... two of three
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[Post 1086]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-10-2020 10:44 AM
Beautiful Gems, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three
Poet's Notes--
https://www.wiscnews.com/bdc/opinion/columnists/cupid-s-story-about-true-love/article_e25cf93c-dd6a-5115-998d-a30afc40793e.html
IN SEASON
Cupid's story about true love
MARK MOLLDREM In Season Feb 13, 2017
Cupid has been domesticated. Originally, a strapping youth of marriageable age (with wings, bow and arrow), this classical god (Cupid, son of Venus, in Latin; Eros, son of Aphrodite, in Greek) has degenerated into a cutsie child (sometimes diapered, yet with wings, bow and arrow) to sentimentalize greetings of affection on Valentine’s Day cards. A person who falls in love says, “I have been struck with Cupid’s arrow.”
The ancient story of Cupid reveals a deep truth about our humanity. The story itself swirls around a jealous mother. The goddess Venus despises what the human woman Psyche has done to her divine reputation. Because everyone is fawning over the ravishing beauty of Psyche, worship in the temples of Venus has declined and the grounds have deteriorated. In jealous anger, Venus recruits the skills of her son, Cupid, to punish Psyche.
“Use your power and make the hussy fall madly in love with the vilest and most despicable creature there is in the whole world” (as reported by Apuleius, second-century CE writer of Roman tales). However, the god of love himself fell hopelessly in love with Psyche as soon as he saw her. The story takes many twists and turns due to intimidated men who could only admire Psyche from a distance (none having the courage to ask for her hand in marriage), an oracle’s instruction on how to get a husband, and a rescue by the gentle Zephyr wind.
In what seems like a strange relationship, Cupid draws Psyche into his mansion, but will only be with her at night when she cannot look upon him. She rests comfortably in this until her sisters visit her and with jealousy in their hearts question what kind of a man this must be. Psyche determines to look upon him at night with a lamp in hand, even though Cupid warned her that this would bring only great disappointment. When Cupid woke upon her presence with the lamp, he immediately fled, saying, “Love cannot live where there is no trust.”
However, this is Cupid, god of love, and the story will have its happy ending eventually. After mean mother Venus inflicts several trials upon Psyche while she searches relentlessly for Cupid, they are finally reunited. Cupid himself had been longing for Psyche and took steps (or in his case, flight) to see that nothing would get in their way again. He flew to Mount Olympus and prevailed upon Jupiter to make Psyche immortal so they could be united forever. She was given the ambrosia (elixir of the gods) to drink and everyone was happy ever after, including Venus.
A dramatic turning point in this story occurred when Psyche broke her trust in Cupid. She had experienced great comfort and peace by his side at night even though she could not see him. When this was not enough, she lost him. Trust is a vital aspect of love because love is a mystery and we can never know everything about the beloved. Love accepts that enough can be known to trust the rest into the arms of the beloved. To demand more is to betray that which drew one into the loving relationship in the first place. Also, as more may indeed be surprisingly revealed—like your husband has wings on his shoulders which could be seen with the lit lamp—love will be able to see through that to the core person with whom one is in love. In this sense, love is not blind, but demonstrates is power in the full light of disclosure—warts (or wings) and all!
But, even more philosophically profound as to the nature of humanity—for the story of the gods is really the story of humanity: the soul (psyche) is not complete without love. As Edith Hamilton, renowned interpreter of classical civilization, concludes about this story, “Love (Cupid) and the soul (‘psyche’ is the Greek word for the soul) belong together in an inseparable union.”
The capacity to love and be loved is a great, if not the greatest, gift of our humanity. It defines us as truly human beyond the capacity of a rock or a mollusk. How are you valuing and exercising your capacity to love and be loved at this time in your life?
French novelist, Albert Camus, comments with a poignant play on words, “Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.” Ancient myths about the gods and Mount Olympus are imaginative fabrications that express truths we live out on earth. Your life is not a fiction, nor is it a lie. What truth about love are you living out for real? This is more than a Valentine’s Day question.
(Mark J. Molldrem is a writer, community volunteer, and daily host of Joy in the Morning on WBEV. He lives in Beaver Dam with his wife, Shirley. WordPowerSolutions@gmail.com)
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Beautiful Gems, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three.
True love ...
Depths that heart swells,
longings that birth hot flames
night-gems, true eternal treasures
True love.
With desires born, heart wedding sweet love dreams
songs, a most eager spirit dares sing,
heart swelled so near to bursting at its seams
gems of life's most precious of renderings.
The beauty of true heart, its greatest song
scenes of gasping nights and her hottest kiss,
love with joyous fervor that brought along
sensual heat and most heavenly bliss.
She that beauty's sharpest eyes sets apart
a rare gift that mortal longing desires,
for nothing greater rewards seeking heart
and nothing on earth lights hotter fires.
Goddess, both rejoicing in love-born fires.
United by love that never expires.
Soft touch ...
kiss that invites
concupiscence, and more
nights, hot waves of raging desires
Soft touch.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... three of three
Final poem in series
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1087]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2020 05:13 AM
Halloween Tale, Poetic Dream Of Raven, Poe And I
(Not a contest entry)
When into an unearthed slumber I fell
An accursed storm came with its black tail
Within isles of swirling doom and gloom
I woke, a prisoner in a dark tomb
Chained to the wall in a small blood-soaked cell
Lashed repeatedly, pains a bloody hell.
No dawn ever came, gasping echoes wailed
Hands of black had this tortured soul impaled
Every fortnight a red moon cast its rays
Shadows brought forth from saddest pallid greys
In agony, these I begged to speak
Lifting their veils, a few began to peek.
Ungodly were hideous faces seen
Gaping fanged mouths, wicked eyes glowing green
Skeletal white hands with long dagger claws
Razor edges teeth shown in gaping jaws
Such a grave sight made my heart skip a beat
As evil green eyes did this poor soul greet.
That terrifying sight brought thoughts of Poe
His inspiring verses truths I did know
Conjured up my thoughts of Raven's dark words
My lifelong fear of that devilish bird
Soon as thought a magnificent voice spoke
I am Poe, dearest friend, so glad I woke.
At this news, my crying soul felt relief
Poe was my hero, always my belief
Somehow his words giving this soul power
To this heart sent bright bountiful showers
In greatest need, his speaking gave some peace
I knew only he could gain my release.
Alas! All was happening far too quick
I thought of Raven, this must be a trick
Could it be master Poe was not so near
Had I fantasized that he could appear
Knowing Raven my inner thoughts had read
Into defeated brain his poison fed.
Raven then demanded master Poe must leave
Return to his realm to Annabel grieve
Poe spoke, "innocent soul you must set free"
This battle is between myself and thee
Raven shot, "your pen gives me no commands."
I yield not to such great foolish demands.
Poe replied I need no poetic quill
To vanquish you and evil curse you spill
I need only this soulful heart in me
Faith and grace rests within my peaceful sea
Your villainy is cracking your weak shield
Nothing more powerful can your hate field.
At this refute, I saw Raven cower
From strong vibes of Poe's increasing powers
His legs crumpled while his beating wings flamed
He knew Poe won, he had been far out-gamed
Light into that abyss began to flood
To wash away ghastly gore and blood.
Suddenly my chains crumbled into dust
To my freedom fast flee, I felt I must
To my friend Poe these grateful words I spoke
Thanks, for freedom from Raven's slaving yoke
For his inspiring poems, I have read
That sent me on poetic journeys tread.
Before my exit, Poe I bid Adieu
Praying him, divine mercy he is due
At those parting words, Raven flew away
Shouting out, "we will meet some future day.
On that day my powers shall be immense
From my weapons, there will be no defense."
With joyous glee, I stepped into the light
Then recalled that Halloween is tonight
Next thought was Raven may again appear
Would I be brave or hideaway in fear
Poe whispered softly, my friend I am here
Darkness shall not prevail, that truth is clear.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2020
Dark Rhyme, ( A Halloween Tale, for readers of any age )
A poem first composed in early 1990's *edited heavily
in 2014, and again in 2020...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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[Post 1088]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 10-12-2020 02:55 PM
`........A broken heart is the most terrifying prison`
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8&feature=emb_logo
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[Post 1089]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2020 07:49 PM
`........A broken heart is the most terrifying prison`
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8&feature=emb_logo
A wonderful link. My son Justin loved it too.. Thanks...---Tyr
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[Post 1090]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-13-2020 06:53 AM
The Poet, The Pen, The Solemn Prayer, In Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe's, Lenore
Poet's Notes:
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2020
Rhyme, ( And In Death Her Youth And Her Beauty Vanished )
(1.)
Note-
This a heavy-handed rewrite of an old poem that I first wrote,
back in 1979..
(2.)
Note-
Reference, Poe's poem, "Lenore"-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenore_(poem)
Lenore (poem)
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For the 1773 poem by Gottfried August Bürger, see Lenore (ballad).
Illustration by Henry Sandham for an 1886 edition of the poem
"Lenore" is a poem by the American author Edgar Allan Poe. It began as a different poem,
"A Paean", and was not published as "Lenore" until 1843.
The poem discusses proper decorum in the wake of the death of a young woman, described as "the queenliest dead that ever died so young". The poem concludes: "No dirge shall I upraise,/ But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!" Lenore's fiancé, Guy de Vere, finds it inappropriate to "mourn" the dead; rather, one should celebrate their ascension to a new world. Unlike most of Poe's poems relating to dying women, "Lenore" implies the possibility of meeting in paradise.[1]
The poem may have been Poe's way of dealing with the illness of his wife Virginia. The dead woman's name, however, may have been a reference to Poe's recently dead brother, William Henry Leonard Poe.[2] Poetically, the name Lenore emphasizes the letter "L" sound, a frequent device in Poe's female characters including "Annabel Lee", "Eulalie", and "Ulalume".[3]
Major themes
Death of a beautiful woman (see also "Annabel Lee", "Eulalie", "The Raven", "Ulalume"; in Poe's short stories, see also "Ligeia", Berenice", "Eleonora", "Morella").
Publication history
The poem was first published as part of an early collection in 1831 under the title "A Pæan". This early version was only 11 quatrains and the lines were spoken by a bereaved husband. The name "Lenore" was not included; it was not added until it was published as "Lenore" in February 1843 in The Pioneer, a periodical published by the poet and critic James Russell Lowell. Poe was paid $10 for this publication.[4] The poem had many revisions in Poe's lifetime. Its final form was published in the August 16, 1845, issue of the Broadway Journal while Poe was its editor.[5]
The original version of the poem is so dissimilar from "Lenore" that it is often considered an entirely different poem. Both are usually collected separately in anthologies.[6]
Lenore in other works
A character by the name of Lenore, thought to be a deceased wife, is central to Poe's poem "The Raven" (1845).
Roman Dirge made a comic book inspired by the poem, involving the comedic misadventures of Lenore, the Cute Little Dead Girl.
Hikaru Utada's "Kremlin Dusk" makes a reference to Lenore, as well as other elements of Poe's works and even mentions Poe himself.
References
Kennedy, J. Gerald. Poe, Death, and the Life of Writing. Yale University Press, 1987: 69. ISBN 0-300-03773-2
Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Harper Perennial, 1991: 202–203. ISBN 0-06-092331-8
Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'," as collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. Cambridge University Press, 2002: 200. ISBN 0-521-79727-6
Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Harper Perennial, 1991: 201. ISBN 0-06-092331-8
Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. Checkmark Books, 2001: 130. ISBN 0-8160-4161-X
Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Louisiana State University Press, 1972: 68. ISBN 0-8071-2321-8
External links
The full text of Lenore at Wikisource
The full text of A Pæan at Wikisource
Media related to Lenore (1885) at Wikimedia Commons
Full text at Baltimore Poe Society online
Henry Sandham (illustrator). Lenore. Boston: Estes and Lauriat, 1886. Scanned color illustrated book, via Internet Archive.
Lenore public domain audiobook at LibriVox
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The Poet, The Pen, The Solemn Prayer,
("In Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe's, Lenore")
He wrote and wrote tho' so very tired and weary
in his weeping heart lurked many romantic quotes,
such that set eyes to saddest glaze, growing teary
from dreams and memory that sent old sails afloat
ink cast to drive away sad-life once so dreary.
Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.
Through windows paper gleamed, starlight onto white bled
to the poet, alone on a midnight crusade,
in dreaming soul, he and she were there and then wed
together sworn to a future life to be made
on heaven's shores, nights spent in their honeymoon bed.
Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.
Now the sky grew dark, reality took its bite
yes, turbulent misery- its blackest cloak threw,
evil world's dark had its way, sent its greatest blight
and her soul into its afterlife's abyss drew
weeping poet woke to sorrow's depths and death's plight.
Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.
Love's sweetness the poet remembered from before,
with pages wet, pen set about inking pleading words
through past romantic love scenes his memory tore
praising beauty of life, hope, singing of songbirds
begging for life again with his love, his "Lenore".
Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.
As moonlight onto paper cast radiant light
and hope its greatest golden promise did so pour
all her kisses, her touch and so very much more
the poet wept as he, his deepest prayers did write
of beauty, love, and a new life with his "Lenore".
Fervent hope, prayer would and could set a new score.
Gift salvation, if heartbreak, divine help implores.
With ink dried, he remembering oaths they both swore
as morn sang to dawn, there crossing dew-wetted grass
as if on a cloud floating from another shore
a life reborn, beauty given another pass
came the poet's answer, his beloved "Lenore".
Fervent hope, prayer would and did set a new score.
Salvation, the poet did- divine help implore.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2020
Rhyme, ( And In Death Her Youth And Her Beauty Vanished )
(1.)
Note-
This a heavy-handed rewrite of an old poem that I first wrote,
back in 1979..
(2.)
Note-
Reference, Poe's poem, "Lenore"-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenore_(poem)
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[Post 1091]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-17-2020 10:55 AM
Quote
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt
with the heart." -Helen Keller.
*******
Of Love, Beauty, Heart And Mankind's Eternal Quest
Of earthen soil greater beauty was born
glows glimmering in shades of darken night
a soothing balm, for the broken forlorn
sensual images gifting sweeter sight.
Love's gems set to overcome sad in life
art cast forth as if by the hands of God
relief denying aching pains of strife
illumination, wherever man trods.
Of heart, humanity, Time's racing clock
those hours, days, years, and ages of mortal breath
life racing onward against each tick tock
dreams born and died, life hoping against death.
Truth, its precious treasures won and then lost
all within grasp yet oft by Fate denied
due to blindness and greed folly's high costs
while far many wrap themselves in false pride.
Of Aristotle, Socrates, wise words
Lo! What of love, beauty some have forgot
light and daring that brought us out of herds
leaving behind darkness and utter rot.
Wisdom born of accumulated light
knowledge as was stored and later retaught
that separates day's glow from black of night
and often frees us from grave dangers fraught.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2020
Rhyme, ( From heart to pen to paper, a poet's thoughts )
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[Post 1092]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 10-17-2020 10:33 PM
Quote
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt
with the heart." -Helen Keller.
*******
Of Love, Beauty, Heart And Mankind's Eternal Quest
Of earthen soil greater beauty was born
glows glimmering in shades of darken night
a soothing balm, for the broken forlorn
sensual images gifting sweeter sight.
Love's gems set to overcome sad in life
art cast forth as if by the hands of God
relief denying aching pains of strife
illumination, wherever man trods.
Of heart, humanity, Time's racing clock
those hours, days, years, and ages of mortal breath
life racing onward against each tick tock
dreams born and died, life hoping against death.
Truth, its precious treasures won and then lost
all within grasp yet oft by Fate denied
due to blindness and greed folly's high costs
while far many wrap themselves in false pride.
Of Aristotle, Socrates, wise words
Lo! What of love, beauty some have forgot
light and daring that brought us out of herds
leaving behind darkness and utter rot.
Wisdom born of accumulated light
knowledge as was stored and later retaught
that separates day's glow from black of night
and often frees us from grave dangers fraught.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2020
Rhyme, ( From heart to pen to paper, a poet's thoughts )
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[Post 1093]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-18-2020 11:54 AM
That Which Within Art's Paradings, Imitates Life
This beating heart once dwelt within a hidden place
to preserve what I loved and could never replace
in youth, I set my throne in purple-crested hills
in forest's foliage where Nature overspills
safer refuge, a child's most magnificent shield
within that nether realm there my soul never yields.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
All this wicked world and all of its savage blades
offered sanctuary in hideous parades
yet in valiant spirit, I knew such was so wrong
I refused, to join its repugnant bustling throngs
decisions made, I have yet to ever regret
those that youthful life and its wild-born journey set.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
Now I have survived, in my own time growing strong
I changed my dreams but not ever my youthful song
as time using its power delivered decay
I fear neither its wrath nor its destructive way
for life has taught me, we are but mere molded clay
here today, only to be gone some future day.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
Robert J. Lindley, original Sept- 24th-1992
edited, 10/17 2020. 10/18 2020...
Rhyme, ( From Ancient Dead Stars Fly Death's Truest Signs )
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Note:
A straightjacket he refused to wear
Claiming life is boring and so unfair
Yet its colors are marvelously grand
And its epic pains more than he could stand
RJL, 1992...
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"From a rainbow, he tore off a delicious piece,
To eat its vanishing visionary release"
Quote- RJL- 1992.
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[Post 1094]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-19-2020 06:06 AM
A Whisper, A Cry, A Horrendous Tormented Gasp
I fight the invading plunge of darkness and cold
on spinning world's fantasies, too many are sold
brother warmth, I beg of thee abandon me not
else I too shall fall into the abyss to rot
you'd not believe my relief to see each new dawn
imaginative awe of mother doe and fawn
my soul into Nature's bounty sought to behold
I that once rebelled against all I was then told.
Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness and her touch to again feel.
Lo! This is my sheer terror, my greatest of fright
that mind shall fail me and bring on eternal night
in limitless void, I can never again write
as I wander around starving in my blind plight
Brother light, shine graciously to light my new path
deliver me from my former self, darkness's wrath
I bow now in sincerest humbleness to pray
remove this evil, this blindness that blocks my way.
Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness and her touch to again feel.
A whisper, a cry, a horrendous tormented gasp
I bemoan beauty's hand I once held in my grasp
her sweet comfort, her sensual touch, and her all
I cry out but she answers not that pleading call
To her, I write and bare my torn and aching soul
as I beseech God in this abyss black as coal
this day, this hour divine grace extend unto me
that I may survive and life its joy again see.
Within hope's infinite powers to save and heal.
I beg forgiveness, and her touch to again feel.
Robert J. Lindley, original Aug 8th, 1979
edited 10-18 and 10-19-2020...
Rhyme, ( The Plea Cast Into The Wailing Night Winds )
When a dark pen finds its path to reveal and write...
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[Post 1095]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-24-2020 10:38 AM
Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words
(1.)
Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had
Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell
truth seen by these eyes rings loud sorrow's bell
vanity's praise to break illusion's spell
embedding with red-hot fires of hell
life gifted then sets black to steal away
from morn's breath, dawning beauty each new day.
What would Byron think, sit to write of this
would he ink. 'tis not a true poet's kiss"
or with flowing quill cast a prudent doubt
and see it as dishwater to toss out
with utter contempt, write a ballad true
of his hate of modern poetry too
how love and life are joy and so much more
with wisdom our souls, sweeter verse implore?
Once his ghost came to my writing station
grand it was, birthing sweet jubilation
begged I for its golden verse to give
pleading to sift my verses through its sieve
Aghast the ghost eyed me with deep contempt
asking why should my poor state it exempt
I was then rebuked with the harshest scorn
noting I had never its sad death mourn!
Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell
truth seen by these eyes rings loud sorrow's bell
vanity's praise to break illusion's spell
embedding with red-hot fires of hell
life gifted then sets black to steal away
from morn's breath, dawning beauty each new day.
(2.)
Of Keats And A Vivid Dream I Once Had
I unmask this monster invading me
the horrific horrors sent, ten times three
that vanishes the sweet breath of her kiss
pains, denying even love's greatest bliss
with its eyeless guile and quick blackened bite
conquering sun's glow, gifting dread of night
closing the chasm between dear life and death
stealing away my last gasping of breath.
I gaze at its immense power and girth
and how it roams so freely about earth
with its dagger claws and sharp fangs to match
and what ease it had this sad soul to catch
now it sought to toss me like a small boy
as a child does its newest little toy
and I helpless to its dark-might withstand
while hitting with my hard clenching left hand!
O to dream this dark nightmare ever ends
with hope, cherish my family and friends
yet in this gloom darkness tightens its grip
farther into the black-pit this soul slips
begging light's glow, I pray for a reprieve
from wicked beast sent to slay and deceive
my last hope, her true love will see me through
and the thought of good fortune I am due.
I unmask this monster invading me
the horrific horrors sent, ten times three
by light's divine glow cast from far above
her smiling face beaming down its deep love!
(3.)
Of Shelley And Bright Light Once Set Aglow
Mankind, immortality as its goal
yet sadly blind to that much-needed light
of weakening flesh, intemperate soul
bold feaster of sinful darkened delights
as a flood crushes in its raging wake
and oft buries deeply it's new-drowned dead
man moralizes how to everything take
claiming no wrongs in their soft-laden-heads!
Of life, its tribulations, and its pains
and the stealing of whatever one may
bad means nothing if great enough the gains
of wealth and pleasure, he takes anyway
for what is a man but creature low born
made of earth and both feet of oozing mud
from God's light far as a heart can be torn
and with deep blackened venom in his blood!
Alas! Dare man pleads for mercy divine
while seeking happiness and golden gifts
as it stomps virgin grapes ripe on the vine
always crying this and that shall be mine!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2020
Rhyme, ( What An Eager Quill And A Fine Muse Once Gifted )
Three poems in tribute to three golden poets of old...
1.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/lord-byron
2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats
3.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/percy-bysshe-shelley
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[Post 1096]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-31-2020 10:10 AM
Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods', Part One
Poet's Notes
Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,
10-31-2020.
In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron
Finally first half completed...(Part One)
Part Two- has begun-
The first four verses composed...
To be completed as --TIME-- may allow...
possibility of an extension reserved, but
unlikely....God bless...
Notes;
( https://www.ancient.eu/collection/58/the-12-olympian-gods/ )
1. *Olympic gods*
The standard 12 Olympian gods are:
Zeus
Hera
Athena
Apollo
Poseidon
Ares
Artemis
Demeter
Aphrodite
Dionysos
Hermes
Hephaistos
The Greeks did not always agree on the 12
and some lists include Hestia, Hercules
or Leto, with Dionysos often the one replaced.
2. *Poseidon
In later Greek mythology, Poseidon was the son
of Kronos and Rhea, and brother of Zeus and Hades.
He was a key figure in the battles for control
of the universe between the Titans, the Giants,
and the Olympians. On their victory, the three
brothers drew lots to decide which domain they
would reign over, and Poseidon gained the seas.
The god dwelled in magnificent golden mansions
beneath the sea, beautifully adorned with coral
and sea flowers. Traditionally, this undersea palace,
which included the god’s stables of fine white
horses, was located near Aegae in Euboea. Seemingly
not content with the seas alone, Poseidon often
interfered in the plans of Zeus, and once even
attempted to overthrow his brother with the aid
of Hera and Athena. It was as punishment for this
treachery that Poseidon was made to build the
magnificent walls of Troy.
3. * Athena
Goddess of wisdom, war and the crafts, and
favourite daughter of Zeus, Athena was, perhaps,
the wisest, most courageous, and certainly the
most resourceful of the Olympian gods.
Zeus was told that his son would take his throne
from him, just as he had taken power from his
father Cronus. Accordingly, when Metis was pregnant,
he swallowed her and Athena was born from Zeus’ head,
wearing armour and fully grown. A popular theme in
ancient Greek art, Hephaistos is often depicted in
the role of midwife, splitting Zeus’ head with an axe.
Epithets of Athena include Pallas (girl) and
Parthenos (virgin), living up to which, she is
conspicuous amongst the gods of Greek mythology for
not indulging in illicit relationships with other
divinities, demigods, or mortals. Other epithets
were Promachos (of war) - perhaps referring to more
patriotic, defensive, and strategic warfare, rather
than attacking warfare, in contrast to her more
aggressive, conflict-loving brother Ares, Ergane
(of the crafts), and Nike (victory).
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Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part One
(I.)
Thus to blindness, the fallen god was blindly bound
In a blacken tragedy, doomed to darken earth:
Nature then refused to its soothing music sound
That of existence, death of its infinite worth
No great power to approach with pitiless pleas
As those of mortal flesh, immense creative fight
Rule all, even unto the depths of Neptune's seas
Olympus crushed by the weight of marvelous might!
Lo! Such powers in magnificent hopes and dreams
Passions that, evoke creativity's towers
The malevolence of thought brought destructive schemes
Time cast infinite blades to end the gods' powers
To be the last Olympic god to break and fall
In ever-growing shame, of all that was thus lost
Cast to this earthen realm- so pitifully small
To slumber deep, waking only to hoary frost!
Naked, cold, arms and armor were taken away
Silence and apathy both as sad, newfound friends
Newfound tribulations born each and every day
Discovering accursed void, that final end
He the last olden god, first felt dooming decay
That which was created an inferior toy
Stole light and thunder in some mysterious way
Becoming monolith, hellbent to all destroy!
Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.
(II.)
Within invisible winds the old god cursed
Fate and its delight in a wrathful new pursuit
Had not even the gods its vanities nursed
Feeding it, tho' their immense powers it dilutes
O the deep heartbreak, that even the gods can ere
By accepting the golden crown gifted by Fate
Admitting the magnificent beauty of her
While failing to realize, such a fatal date!
Had not even Cronus once bowed to epic might
All the lesser gods submitted unto his will
And he that molded beauty of Athena's sight
He upon the earth, set man's life to overspill
Was not such wisdom and gifts deserving of more
Then his current sad and miserable plight
Of being cast down upon these cold earthen shores
While humanity revels in its future bright!
Nay! Such that justice must move forward to forbid
These machinations granting man immense powers
The horror Fate had from the olden gods this hid
Future curse of seeding mankind its dark towers
He knelt, asking the universe to now be kind
Reminding Time and Fate of his many good deeds
That of casting beauty into man's puny mind
And therein setting the birth of romantic seeds!
Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,
10-31-2020.
In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron
Finally first half completed...(Part One)
Part Two- has begun-
The first four verses composed...
To be completed as --TIME-- may allow...
possibility of an extension reserved, but
unlikely....God bless...
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[Post 1097]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-06-2020 06:05 PM
Poem Doubles, Part One
The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-05- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses
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The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.
I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm a man's right not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-05- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses
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[Post 1098]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-06-2020 06:26 PM
Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, completed 11-06-2020.
Note:
My son suggested that I write more, that I compose the aftermath after the fallen god fled. And bring it all into the present day - with the earth -this world, and its continued slide into destruction, darkness, and apathy. That is not a bad idea and surprised me that a 13-year-old kid saw that possibility. I gave
him no answer because my life now is in such a state as I am unsure if I have the time and the needed ability/inspiration to tackle such a project. I am sad that with his keen mind he has chosen not
to write poetry. Instead of spending his free time playing video games.
Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part Two
(III.)
Alas! Cold silence, the depths of darkening wrath
Came to invade the fallen god's newborn nightmare
Waking to find agony and his earthen path
Twas his penalty for flouting Fate without care
Standing upon mountains created by his words
The vanquished God in disgust looked at earth's sad plight
Its wickedness, the apathy of its vast herds
As he saw, "only savage darkness comes from might"!
In newfound revelation, deep regret set in
Time laughed at his great folly and his sad dismay
He now saw his mistake giving power to men
Gifting Fate its method to increase its decay
Blinded to his ever-faithful enemy Time
Its unification with Fate, invincible
Alas! Was his epic blindness his greatest crime
From the Hidden had then burst the invisible!
Wisdom and sight had arrived but both were too late
All were mysterious acts of the great Unknown
He had never thought Time would find its true soulmate
With Fate unite to infect earth, all he had grown
As years of isolation sapped his god-powers
And far greater man's belligerence contempt grew
Upon earth, mankind built its dark massive towers
With ever greater wrecking its treasures accrue!
Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.
(IV.)
Looking back the fallen god finally shed tears
Not for his coming demise but for what was lost
How the universe now suddenly switched its gears
And in its wake, the olden gods had paid the costs
In crying loneliness, he saw earth's newest scenes
How these mortals his paradise sought to destroy
As they with pride strut around with a peacock's preen
And dare to slash his garden as if a mere toy!
That night the old god sought out the deepest abyss
Determined to flee, to never look back at all
In dying sorrows, swearing man to never miss
Cursing fervently mankind, its arrogant gall
As morn's bright sun its radiant rays cast anew
The last fallen god imagined a place of dark
For Time and Fate had both given their sweet adieu
Sealing that trek upon which he must now embark!
Earth was teeming, dark days basking in man's decrees
Paying no heed to the last fallen god's leaving
Mankind was too busy poisoning earth, and seas
To stop its lustful greed to ever start grieving
O the horror as the fallen god did look back
To find that the mortals were warring yet again
With its cuts, slashing, ripping, and great deceiving
Splash what was beautiful with its hideous stains!
Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.
Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, poem is now completed 11-06-2020.
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[Post 1099]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-26-2020 06:57 PM
Poem Doubles
The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.
In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses
The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.
I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm a man's right not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.
I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses
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[Post 1100]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-12-2020 11:24 PM
Dreams That Only The Shadow And I Know
He walked with me in innocent youth
He but a rascal, a mere shade of truth
Yet whether brighter morn or dark of night
He knew, my aspirations, oft my plight
Never were his elegant moves random
We seemed to dance about in tandem
Yet as much as I saw I never knew
If we but one or if we were but two.
That dawn we walked the woods to enjoy
He but a shadow, I but a mere boy
Yes, between us was a most solemn bond
We were of each other so very fond
Lately his gate was uneasy and slow
Yet still he went wherever I would go
That night, I woke seeing him slip away
I cried out, come on back please, please stay.
Dawn came and the invisible space came
It arrived in silence, played no game
Too oft it invaded my searching heart
Somehow easily tore my soul apart
I bowed and begged for a reprieve
Because the silence set echoes to deceive
Now a man, my shadow friend I so miss
When at night I hear eerie silence hiss.
He walked with me in innocent youth
He but a rascal, a mere shade of truth
Yet whether brighter morn or dark of night
He knew, my aspirations, oft my plight
Never were his elegant moves random
We seemed to dance about in tandem
Yet as such as I saw, I never knew
If we but one or if we were but two.
R.J. Lindley, June 17th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Light Of Innocence Was Lost )
Old Note: 6/17/1973
What was thus lost cannot be captured again.
Life is funny that way. It gives and it takes.
Sadly what was most precious it seems to take
with a certain kind of morbid glee.
New Note: 12-13-2020
What was lost will never ever return
Oft enlightenment I desire to spurn
Once in youth- shadow was a dear, true friend
Its absence I can no longer pretend.
Add- Decided to bring this old one out
To see the light of day. To walk down memory lane
I was then in 1973 into my 19th year on this old blue marble…
And I remember that innocence was the shield
That fled away far too soon……
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[Post 1101]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-14-2020 03:17 PM
Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry
Part One- Ancient Poem Doubles.
Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry
What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air-
That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast
Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair
A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest?
What dancing- across mellow meadows of glistening dew
Grace and flying with eagles, weaving a golden tapestry-
Ancient its rhythm, bold in its magnificent depths so true
A poet soft-tilling verses unto sweetest desired mastery!
What dreaming- life, love and shine of the golden fleece
Youthful wonderment of brave heroes and fairytales
Wisdom from the ages- Gods of the splendor of Greece
Ships, Seafoam, Moby-Dick, and may God save the whales!
What inspiration- hidden paths weaving into the naked heart-
Love and nights lava-hot with ecstasy so intensely sublime
Romanticism that love's depths so sweetly and deeply impart
Although we are always prisoners of the blacken-curse of Time!
What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air-
That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast
Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair
A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest?
R.J. Lindley, Aug. 22nd, 1978
Rhyme, ( Wherein The Heart And Mind Wades Into The Invisible Realms )
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Behind Prudent Judgement, Rests A Stout Shield
The heart rooted into love's deepest well
The sea bragging of its emerald green,
Dawn and silver dew dance to glowing preen
Love's beauty, a red rose-its sweetest smell.
And yet one must true see, remain alert
For life oft be a dark gauntlet of dark
Wondrous sea tis swelled with hungry sharks
And this dark world promises many hurts.
Be aware that a starving wolf yet prowls
Its fangs eager to sink into hot-bloodied meat
Tis hidden monster the innocent meet
If ignoring warnings of the hoot owl!
Behind prudent judgement, rests a stout shield
For love can sometimes be a fatal trap
Life is not all rosy- oft it is crap
One should live life with faith and never yield!
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Life, Thoughts- Lessons Learned )
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[Post 1102]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-16-2020 10:57 AM
As The Burnt Sun Eases Into The Night
Part Two of Ancient Doubles Poem
Poem Doubles
(3.)
As The Burnt Sun Eases Into The Night
From these tranquil hills, let this soul lay bare,
the dew-laced meadows so proudly sing,
Youth must in its wildest-set-searching play fair
For love and life thrives without the gold ring,
As the red-burnt sun eases into night
darkness comes, grows to be its fearsome mass
Therein flows the beauty of dazzling lights
Into the skies the sweeping heavens pass
This hopeful heart kneels to give sincere thanks
for the bread of life and treasure of love
As the river runs caressing its banks
Nature stands proud smiling at God above.
R.J. Lindley, May 5th, 1978
Rhyme
( Wherein Life Learns To Choose Its Destination )
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(4.)
Life Is All About Living, Not Its End
All that night the moon whispered to me
you are born of this world, a weaken flesh
Life is treasure sought -its gems are not free
dream of angels singing and awake fresh
Stir gently the flames burning in your heart
walk a path of which your soul will be proud
Gift the poor old horse, with a lighter cart
sing of love's sweet melody, sing it loud
Welcome dawn's rays as a dear faithful friend
accept its warmth as the earth accepts rain
Life is all about living- not its end
what matters is not the wealth one attains.
R. J. Lindley, May 18th, 1978
Rhyme
( Long Conversation With A Lonely Moon )
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[Post 1103]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-17-2020 06:21 PM
Love Weighs Souls, Says Both Hearts And God Above
They say that the human soul has no weight
They that have not felt heavy hand of fate
Shouting man is born but a fleshly shell
And there is no heaven, there is no Hell
The soul once broken sets a heavy load
As many a crushed heart has showed
We are more than what we see- skin and bones
More than our chatter on our telephones!
Soul in mourning bears the weight of the world
Crushed by weight of boulders Fate hurled
Within man rests that which cannot be seen
Infinite depths not shown on any screen
An invisible link- soul, heart and mind
A unique force- a most passionate kind
A seed sprouting in the soul to emerge
That which becomes a very human urge!
Look at life, the in-between set by Fate
Soul connection, that lovers can relate
Far more than a mere desire or a spell
A power thus born- oft nothing can quell
Yes, the invisible soul does have weight
Its great power is it can alter Fate
I should know that well, it did so with mine
Freed both hearts, gave us love on which to dine
Proof is in the pudding, or so they say
We both have sworn love until our dying day
As dawn's breath each golden beam brings anew
That dearest paradise found by we two
I thank God and willing soul when I pray
With the sincerest words a man can say
For that blessing of life and her sweet love
Love weighs souls, says our hearts and God above.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-18-2020
Rhyme, ( Of The Light Found And Proof In The Pudding )
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[Post 1104]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-19-2020 10:48 AM
Thus Born, A Light, A Blessing Of Inspiration
And he from the mountaintop knelt to shout
To the magnificent creatures below
As if pouring Life-water from a spout
He in his sorrows cried in the snow,
O' God have this, thine sweet mercy on me
He that in his youth walked dead and blind
For now thy light hath set him free
Sending life, love, hope - clarity of mind.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Once a beast seeking dark ravenous meals
He that savored bad, the forbidden
Caring not for love, or how others feel
Built he walls to keep his sorrows hidden,
Allowing darkness all his joy to steal
Traversing twixt pale light and black of night
Ignoring those evil wounds love could heal
Never seeing the path cast by true light.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
From the highest heavens, a voice then came
Sounding in true harmony and soft glee
I am the giver, creator- hear my name
Tis I that now speaks to the soul in thee,
Rise thee from that whitecapped mountain peak
Live again amongst life and mortal men
Accept these words, live not so lost and weak
Give due praise and thus walk thee true again.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Rising as the Sun its golden rays cast
He obeyed, starting his life anew
Knowing divine sent redemption must last
He praised life and the bright sky so blue,
With blessings of God and eternal light
Love entered his soul, his heart awoke
What was once such an impossible fight
Then became merely a cast off dark yoke.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19, 2020
Rhyme,
( Born from aching sky- a vision , a light- a blessing )
Dedicated to my friend- Greg Barden….
Note: This poem composed this morn was
inspired by my having read Greg Barden's
fine new poem titled----- ""Aching Sky""
to his magnificent rhyming creation--
I found inspiration to create this new piece.
As tribute to that which gave such inspiration,
and the God given blessing of poetry set within
this old soul's heart. -RJL
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[Post 1105]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-21-2020 09:08 PM
Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody
Part Three of Ancient doubles poems
(5.)
Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody
Bright heavens are sewing new stars tonight
While earth churns its deep seas and pauses not
Sleep the children, all tucked in so tight
We thank God for life and our humble lot.
The wandering moon its beams freely sends
The sky broadens to gift its golden rays
Nature its great beautiful bounty tends
Light streams down as night critters are at play.
The wafting breeze its dancing waltz bestirs
As gentle hours caress this lonely heart
Once these long sadden years cast a dark blur
Until this night refused a new start.
Tonight the Heavens sing a Melody.
Of Love, Life and Blissful Eternity.
R.J. Lindley, Dec. 15th 1978
Sonnet
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(6.)
After Love Lost Its Bright Vanishing Light
Now when the dew glitters the ground
I remember your eyes and weep,
My brain aches my sad heart hard pounds
I pray ceaselessly in my sleep
Nay- not for the beauty so lost
You made the heavens again shine
While I became the dying frost,
And on agony sat to dine.
Soon the play ends, the curtain falls
Yet this brief moment we still see
From the grieving seas your heart calls
To I that prays on bended knees
My angel, my darling- my all
Pray I, your hear this sincere plea.
With you here and our life anew
Paradise will our souls entwine
For me, there exists none but you
We both drank passion's sweetest wine
Dawn, I wake and morn's echoes bring
Memory of our midnight kiss
I see your face, my angel sings
Tears fall, for the love I so miss.
R. J. Lindley, Dec. 5th 1978
Rhyme, ( Memory Of A Love That Vanished )
Note: This is the third and final offering
of ancient poetic doubles. Poems composed
42 years ago when I was a very young
24 years old. Still untarnished in my innocence
in regards to the dark ways of the wicked world.
I was learning even then about heartache,
misery and how many aches and pains and
sorrows can come upon a lost soul. One as
yet ready to seek the much needed light.
A poet that wrote and wrote =yet kept it
hidden. Life went on- I changed and now
regret not pursuing a career as a writer.
Paths not chosen, life is full of them and
the--what ifs-- that they bring.
God bless, Merry Christmas to all the
many kind talented and wonderful poets
here!
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[Post 1106]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-23-2020 01:41 PM
That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils, Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path
(2.) Dylan Thomas | Poetry Foundation
(3.) Dylan Thomas - Dylan Thomas Biography - Poem Hunter
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My Tribute Poem:
That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils,
(Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path)
That death, dark and dread of night, mortal souls oft vex
In anger, Fate its massive powers too oft flex
Yet there within meadows, beauty its powers grows
As in heart of winter's spirit blows whitest snows
Man can but deny the light and thus misbehave
Walk the horrendous maze- so seeking what he craves
All is not dark and dreary, some light must break through
We of mere flesh and bones -we too have our just dues!
That life extends its seeds beyond our mortal coils
To bring bountiful fruits from world's abundant soils
All cannot be perfect, there must be some dark blight
Man lives within evil's savage and wicked sights
Beneath skies blue or else frothing with angry storms
All is daily life with its oft mysteries norms
This truth, we are destined to one day depart
Despite our wishes, those pleadings from crying hearts!
That love a magnificent gift, oft healing balm
We ever seek a life that is peaceful and calm
A true soulmate, one to cherish with bated breath
A faithful companion - to love until our death
Such is a part of man, a part of destiny
Fact of life, tho' we ever seek eternity
Heaven smiles unto we of mere mortal desires
And in divine light bathe us in its holy fires!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2020
Rhyme, ( Set Sail, The Sea Is Calm And The Sky Softest Blue )
Note: This blog, this poem both are inspired by a dream
I had a few nights ago. Has taken three days to get this
completed-seems it needs more. Truth is that I have no
more in me as of now. Thus accepting my lack of ability
I must make do as is now created. And abandon the second
poem that I had hoped to be able to compose to honor
Dylan Thomas. If Fate destines that second tribute poem
comes to me later- rest assured I will ink it and present it.
God bless and Merry Christmas to all..
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[Post 1107]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-24-2020 05:41 PM
Sometimes Saddest Endings, Are The Righteous Remedy
There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end
A righteous river, drowned my only friend
Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end
He was no lamb, so let us not pretend
A dark rascal, a hard-hearted lost soul
Vagabond, traveler on wicked paths
Full of his greed, treasure his only goal
Walked he blind from his deep angry wrath!
He that was once friend, a very fine man
Sailed his ship straight, blessing dawn's treasure
Yet in him was evil born from his clan
A wild streak tossed in for good measure
I too, walked in the dark by his side
Thinking we were true heroes on the loose
I left, its evil I could not abide
He said - "too tame, rather die by the noose"!
I heard he went up North for a short spell
Found a pretty gal, settled down a bit
She then left him- in a deep pit of hell
And the bottle he so soon after hit
So sad that his redemption was lost
In misery, he vowed, world shall pay
He, my friend, then paid a heavy cost
He wed the dark -hiding from light of day!
There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end
A righteous river, drowned my only friend
Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end
He was no lamb, so let us not pretend!
Robert J. Lindley,
July 2nd, 1980
(As seen the end came, life moved ever onward )
Old Note: July 2nd, 1980
Hold the horses, sun its flame yet burns bright
There in the coming dusk, shadows of night
A whisper of something, a fleeing word
An old poet just begging to be heard
His pen racing across paper so white
O' the wicked beasts it did so hard smite
And within the shadows, a voice sounded
You offend, into dust will be grounded
I that reach from darkness, your soul will eat
I that sing forth blackness, no man defeats
Set thy pen aside, bow to worship me
Else, I will drown you in the darkest sea.
The reply came it was quite sharp and quick.
It was- "choose thy sword- I give you first pick".
New note- 12-24-2020
Forty years -my how they have swiftly flown
Yes, sad tragedies, such I have thus known
True, your raging sword has slain many men
Yet it has not dulled this poet's brave pen…...
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[Post 1108]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-26-2020 06:37 PM
May Midnight Dark Devour This Cursed Threnody
May midnight dark devour this cursed threnody
Sweet dreams, felled on "cusp of victory"
Youthful wonderment through the heavens flew
Alas! Destined was the loss of you!
Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!
May Time into the darkest abyss cast
These savage sorrows- horrors of the past
And dawn, with its light and soft, soothing breath
Relieve this lost soul before "hour of death"!
Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!
May life allow mercy of this sad plea
Gift desire to kindly remember me
As I once stood, not now this dying heap
And perhaps a few falling tears then weep!
Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!
May this deep sorrow not destroy life's all
As my heart of hearts, I answer love's call
The whispering wind - this love carry swift
My last words- my love of her, my last gift!
Cries in the dark, bevy of weeping moans.
Hath frozen this heart into hardest stone!
R.J. Lindley, Feb, 26- 1973
Rhyme, dark- ( A loss, a lament- a weeping sorrow )
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Be Steadfast, Stand To Heart And Soul Expose
From within the soul it illuminates
Filling eager heart, active mind aglow
Ink soaked paper it penetrates
Oft soft as the beauty of falling snow.
Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!
Blessing, a treasure, from cradle of Art
Allow your heart its sweetest of release
Write, feel, express, dare - grab a pen and start
Please do, join in and never ever cease.
Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!
Wake to a new dawn, rise to dare to write
Beauty lies waiting to be revealed
Cast dancing verses- set out to delight
From soul's vaults compose poems and be thrilled
Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!
From within the soul it illuminates
Filling eager heart, active mind aglow
Ink soaked paper it penetrates
Oft soft as the beauty of falling snow.
Poetry born from heart and soul of man.
Look, ponder deep, splash it out if you can!
Robert J. Lindley- 12-26-2020
Rhyme,
Note: 1
Wake unto a new dawn a blessing true
Let out into this world, deep thoughts in you
With fortitude and zeal, paper and pen
Give us your very best, write, write- begin
You may just feel much better if you do.
Note: 2
Early this morn my son asked me-- Dad why do you write poetry?
I told him , ok son-- I will write my answer as a poem.
Then you read it and tell me if you agree it merits as an answer
and then express your true thoughts on my answer and my time
I spend doing that. He gave only very positive replies on both counts.
Today started out good and then just got so much better.
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[Post 1109]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2020 10:57 PM
Man Is More Than A Vessel Stranded Out At Sea, Second Tribute Poem to Dylan Thomas
From blog,
That Life Extends Its Seeds Beyond Our Mortal Coils,
Wherein Truth And Light Sets A Saving Path
My Dylan Tribute poem,
Second poem
Man Is More Than A Vessel Stranded Out At Sea,
Second Tribute Poem to Dylan Thomas
That life may floweth into sad years of old age
Flailing against savage cuts that bring frothing rage
We in our mortal weakness are but flesh and bone
Oft sailing within storms as world's darkness is blown
Seeking life and wonderment on every page
Even if a lost actor on an empty stage
Railing against Time and Fate, and the great unknown
Only to have dreams trampled and peace overthrown!
Whether in the midst of ones' life and joy thus brought
Or befuddled by the chaos of lies when caught
Heart and soul must act as caretaker of ones' life
Wake to thank the morn, overcome the daily strife
Remember that life is a most precious gift
And life sets mystic patterns that eternally shift
Look at the beaming sun, speak well thanking each day
Search for happiness with sincere praise bow to pray!
In this mortal life walk a true and peaceful path
Try to avoid those steeped in rampaging wrath
Search deep for the magnificent bounty of love
Ever look skyward, plead for blessings from above
Hold to the wisdom- life tis a sweet gift from God
For the truth is upon this dark earth we must trod
Man is more than a vessel stranded out at sea
There is a close link between Heaven, God and thee!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2020
Rhyme, ( In Life, Good And Bad Are The Perils We Must Face )
Second Tribute poem to Dylan Thomas..
Note :
After being stumped for days -this came to me this morn.
Spent the day, rewriting and editing. Finally decided that
this is it. As a poet I have said what I wanted and thus
honored the man, the poet as to the best of my ability
to do so… This came after 3 other poems were written
and then trashed.. God bless..
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[Post 1110]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-31-2020 10:45 AM
Note-
Even in the darkest of times, light penetrates to gift hope.
And that hope has saved many a life, as it oft is divinely sent.
Meant To Be, Therefore Will Forever Last
Heaven was her first soft, passionate kiss
Begging, beg I for more, far more of this
Night's splendor, in her silk covered bed
Treasure, promise that one day we would wed
Live out our lives, loving our Fated trek
Without her this poor soul would be a wreck.
Heaven was her laugh, her beaming bright smile
Her perfume, her traveling in grand style
Her pretty tanned face, those sexy legs
Such rare beauty would make any man beg
Blessing that we were matched as a pair
Destined to our married lives share.
Heaven was her asking me on a date
Some say mere chance, I call it Hand of Fate
In life we are blessed, oft know not why
Love comes as a gift from Heavenly sky
I believe our love was Heavenly cast
Meant to be, therefore will forever last.
Heaven sent me a sweet angel divine.
Our lives blessed and as romance defines.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2020
Romanticism, ( When Fate finally gaveth of its golden treasures )
Note:
Seeking to end this year on a high note
I decided to compose a new poem about
The dear blessing, the true love of my life
I know this very dark and tragically sad year,
Has brought from me many dark poems-
Yet this last poem of this depressive year
Shall be one of hope, blessing, romance,
family and a gift that was most assuredly
Heaven sent. My darling beautiful wife,
and our blessed Family. My blessing of
Being a poet and having the honor to
Gift words unto this world, with the hope
That such helps others and may inspire
New, young writers to venture forth, write
And thus give of heart and soul to benefit
others. If so- my time spent was not in vain.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
edit-- Awarded poem of the day. January 01, 2021
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[Post 1111]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-13-2021 07:30 PM
Life Fled As I Sought Yet Another Day,
( verses born from the illusion of immortality, 1977)
Part One
As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
Yes, youth was fine in days of dust,
Love its great bounty sought, a must,
Little thought of the later pay
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
World was a ride, its glory great,
Of its sweetest pleasures I ate,
I that went about my own way,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
I a warrior born by birth,
A child of heart, a child of earth,
A lone vagabond as they say
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
A true joy, my shadow and I,
Wanderer beneath heavenly sky,
Hellbent to do just as I may,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
O' sweet future lay at my feet,
As I sought coming death to cheat,
Fate cried, " No more can you stay"
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
Robert J. Lindley, March 5th, 1977
Rhyme, ( To live, love and dream, a life )
Presented 1-13-2021
Note: deleted
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[Post 1112]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-15-2021 11:01 PM
Ancient Doubles
Prayers Uttered And Hours Missing You,
Ancient Doubles
Sing, sing of the sadness and lonely hour
Of cold rain and its shivering shower
Empty bed and those nights forever lost
Dawn's aches, sprinkles of glittering frost.
Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.
Sing, sing of love's inspiration given
Our times, our love of together livin'
Our future treasures, what we have now lost
Our new sorrows what living apart costs.
Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.
Sing, sing about nights of heavenly delight
Glory of love, long before our last fight
Waking to enjoy summer's blessed day
Both our vows to forever in love stay.
Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.
Sing, sing my dear- of our life and our love
How we both knelt and thanked God above
The times we so missed each other's touch
How once we had romance, so very much.
Prayers uttered and hours missing you.
Your soft laugh, your bright smile, all that you do.
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 8th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Heartache and loss, when the world has crashed.)
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In Arrogance This World We Think We Made
Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.
O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.
Mother Nature casts a condemning eye
Soon fall splashing tears from a wailing sky
The bird changes into a human form
Life declares- yes this is another norm.
O' but mortals such can never believe
We live in a world born to deceive
Here fantasy is a fool's great parade
In arrogance this world we think we made.
Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.
O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 15th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Through the dark, a dim look taken )
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Date : 01-16-2021 11:10 PM
Drink, Drink Of Pen, Paper And Poet's Ink
Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.
Drink, drink, in heart and soul let wonder spill
As snow-white mountain looks at lowly hills
As radiant sun shines from the far east
Life and love- romance a bountiful feast
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.
Drink , drink, see the mind, a new poet born
As earth flows with the gleanings of soft morn
And world spins into the coming parade
Poet warrior sharpens his trusty blade
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.
Drink, drink, let eager spirit dare to flee
As inner thoughts splash in bright rainbow seas
And the painter inks a great masterpiece
Verses birthed that bring needed release
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.
Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.
R.J. Lindley, June 16th, 1979
Rhyme, ( As midnight verses are born, a release )
Note:
When heart and pen call the soul to obey
When spirit steps up to enter the fray
Poet must decide if verse-fruit is sweet
Poetry exists with no way to cheat
Oft times it glitters as a golden fleece
And nirvana - comes a peaceful release.
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-17-2021 02:59 PM
In Arrogance This World We Think We Made
Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.
O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.
Mother Nature casts a condemning eye
Soon fall splashing tears from a wailing sky
The bird changes into a human form
Life declares- yes this is another norm.
O' but mortals such can never believe
We live in a world born to deceive
Here fantasy is a fool's great parade
In arrogance this world we think we made.
Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.
O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 15th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Through the dark, a dim look taken )
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-20-2021 08:31 PM
The First Gathering, The Wrath, The Return Of Zeus
Poet's Notes
Reference note: Ares
Unlike his Roman counterpart, Mars, he was never very popular, and his worship was not extensive in Greece. He represented the distasteful aspects of brutal warfare and slaughter. From at least the time of Homer—who established him as the son of the chief god, Zeus, and Hera, his consort—Ares was one of the Olympian deities; his fellow gods and even his parents, however, were not fond of him (Iliad, Book V, 889 ff.). Nonetheless, he was accompanied in battle, by his sister Eris (Strife) and his sons (by Aphrodite) Phobos and Deimos (Panic and Rout). Also associated with him were two lesser war deities: Enyalius, who is virtually identical with Ares himself, and Enyo, a female counterpart.
Ares’ worship was largely in the northern areas of Greece, and, although devoid of the social, moral, and theological associations usual with major deities, his cult had many interesting local features. At Sparta, in early times, at least, human sacrifices were made to him from among the prisoners of war. In addition, a nocturnal offering of dogs—an unusual sacrificial victim, which might indicate a chthonic (infernal) deity—was made to him as Enyalius. During his festival at Geronthrae in Laconia, no women were allowed in the sacred grove, but at Tegea he was honoured in a special women’s sacrifice as Gynaikothoinas (“Entertainer of Women”). At Athens he had a temple at the foot of the Areopagus (“Ares’ Hill”).
Ares
Ares
Ares, classical sculpture; in the National Roman Museum, Rome.
Anderson—Alinari/Art Resource, New York
The mythology surrounding the figure of Ares is not extensive. He was associated with Aphrodite from earliest times; in fact, Aphrodite was known locally (e.g., at Sparta) as a war goddess, apparently an early facet of her character. Occasionally, Aphrodite was Ares’ legitimate wife, and by her he fathered Deimos, Phobos (who accompanied him into battle), Harmonia, and—as first told by Simonides in the 6th century BCE—Eros, god of love. By Aglauros, the daughter of Cecrops, he was the father of Alcippe. He was the sire of at least three of Heracles’ adversaries: Cycnus, Lycaon, and Diomedes of Thrace. On vases, Ares is usually the typical armed warrior. The Parthenon frieze contains a group of Olympians, among whom Ares, in unwarlike garb, has been tentatively identified. He also appears on the great frieze of the altar at Pergamum.
The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
This article was most recently revised and updated by Alicja Zelazko, Assistant Editor.
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The First Gathering, The Wrath, The Return Of Zeus
Else the throngs of mortals find the truth,
teeming in the angry hordes they may,
forget to pay alms and worship us all,
instead learn to burn their own flame;
Dare they become gods of their own creation,
rule as they may with greater might
see in the night sky a greater heaven
with blinded power plot another course-
once lit the fires of power will never cease
our reign will quickly fade!
Then spoke Ares,
brothers the answer is war
we must teach them war is the way
that greed and lust are to be glorified
that obtaining ever greater wealth the true goal,
we dare not do otherwise
Aphrodite then rose,
Her beauty awed even the Gods,
She laughed and declared
war is not the answer
we must gift those of mortal flesh
love, carnal pleasures
and nights of heavenly delights
they may then build more temples in my name
and marvel at our divine wisdom
Hera could stand no more,
how dare they ignore her power
not consult her in this new game
knowing mighty Zeus was galaxies away
She sought to gain more influence with the lesser Gods
as her jealousies were legion and her heart as cold as the frozen North
she bellowed, punish them is the way
plagues and pestilence to ride along with- War
let Death exert its powers!
Phobos and Deimos next rose to speak,
in unison favoring Hera's dark call
and their father's passion for - War
singing of the beauty of blood and gore
the humbling of all mankind
that they would again pray to the mighty gods
look to Olympus and bow in enslavement;
At that moment,
a lightning bolt struck the temple pillars
from above an angry voice roared - Cease!
you have angered he that must never be challenged
I Zeus, will allow none of your wicked schemes
bow now to me,
so my wrath may subside
and banishment from Olympus may not be on your heads
As all bowed,
Zeus appeared, with his blazing sword drawn
these earthbound creatures of weaken flesh are mine
war is allowed only when I command
Ares, leave now else the fires of my wrath I may sate
as Ares fled, Hera hurriedly walked away
Phobos and Deimos begged for forgiveness
mighty Zeus calmed.
Below the city saw the fires of the volcano erupt
the citizens all fell into a panic
crying out, mighty Zeus please save us
suddenly the eruptions ceased
the masses raced into the temples
giving thanks and paying alms
Zeus smiled and said,
now graze on the bounty below
know this, your time shall come
war and death will be your swords
greed and lust shall rule
and you too will then feel the
pain and the immense darkness of being gods!
Then Death spoke,
Zeus, you live a thousand years as a day
your time shall one day come
my power shall vanquish yours
enjoy this fleeting moment
for yours and man's future holds many surprises.
Silence reigned, centuries flew by
and in the echoes of yesterdays
dark whispers and sadness in hidden realms hold sway.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2021
Classicism, ( A mythological tale born of inspiration and poetic musings )
Note -
My having yesterday read Keith O.J. Hunt's magnificent poem titled,
"Land of the seven suns" stirred my soul and woke my muse.
When my muse shouted wake from thy abandonment of hope,
Pick up pen and let the dead gods of old speak!
I was shocked at the passion the muse displayed'
And with some apprehension did as I was bade to do.
Giving thanks to my dear friend Keith. Such inspiration is indeed
A golden gift.
Quotes:
Zeus does not bring all men’s plans to fulfillment.
– Homer
Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
– Aeschylus
In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent.
– Toni Morrison
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Date: 1/24/2021 10:37:00 AM
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*And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells. *While the blinded throngs hide under sad stones. *From the deepest pits come magical spells. * To birth new sins from which we must atone. *Blackness, its powers hold millions as slaves. *As this world races towards its near doom.* Freed from our chains by sleeping in new graves. *We marvel at our spacious new room......... Just had to get this one in... Came to me like a shot..
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Date: 1/23/2021 12:47:00 AM
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Superb! The depth of knowledge and expertise here is incredible, (though your "usual" par excellance), and you have woven it with such imagery and phrasing that leaves one craving more! And look at all the comments - you are still revered here, my friend, and rightly so ... it heartens me to see it! ( I have five comments COMBINED from my last SIX poems, though I feel I'm writing better than ever - it is discouraging, though I try to let it go). Blessings, Brother!
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:49:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Yes, seems to me too oft many great poems are ignored or not given their just dues. Maybe it is the volume of new poetry flowing in. I have no clue why oft truly great poetry is not comment on. Covid, and other factors play a part. Know this, I myself wish that I could write as well as you do... Keep writing my friend, your poems will definitely stand the test of time!! God bless.
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Date: 1/22/2021 8:36:00 PM
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Robert, A tacit telling of the foibles of heaven and earth. In all under the stars we're weighed, measured, and found wanting. Even toward a better doom. -Richard
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:45:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. You have summed it up so very well. From history, from mythology we can learn so very much. To me it is a true shame that our public schools have fled away from that, imho. Sad that poetry is being placed further and further away from the young students' minds.. As is the proper teaching of Literature, imho. A sad path to have taken but such is the growth of so-called modern enlightenment. God bless...
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Date: 1/22/2021 1:41:00 PM
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I agree with Emile and Chantelle...a MASTERPIECE, my friend, ~ Elaine
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:41:00 AM
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Thank you mu friend. I hope you will read my new poem presented this morn and perhaps enjoy it as well. It is from 1993 and inspired by a verse from Alice In Chains song, the title-- Man In Chains. As such moved me very deeply because I too was once was in chains. I was blessed to have found the light that broke my chains.. And to have survived to carry on with a new life, new hope and a new journey through this far too oft dark world. God bless..
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Date: 1/22/2021 10:50:00 AM
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A surreal rhapsody of poetic color that fills the canvas of the mind, with it’s stoic beauty! A true masterpiece my friend, Emile
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Thank you my friend. I love that description- "stoic beauty"! Truly a gift and much appreciated my friend. This poem being a current creation such gives me hope that I have not lost my way! God bless..
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An absolute Masterpiece Robert! I agree with Line. You are an exalted poet. This is a Fave for me. Such beautiful writing with profound truth and insight. God bless you dear friend! Chantelle hugs
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:33:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Especially for the fav too. We as a people should study and learn more from history, imho. Should definitely study, teach more about poetry in our schools. Sad part is that the schools are still moving away from that. Literature is every bit as important to our culture/kids as is math, science and history. God bless..
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Robert, you certainly rank among the erudite. The series of tributes you create are amazing ~
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Thank you my friend, your comment is indeed a very much appreciated gift. I have slowed down as of late because of family matters and also my own health issues. But I do try my best to still write, read, reply contribute and be a part of this the best poetry on the internet. Best because of its many very fine poets! God bless..
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Nothing of greatness has ever been achieved nor will with war. The taking of territories and material treasures, always brings death and destruction, mostly to those who do not ask nor wish to participate in war. The Gods fought just as men in these fables from the past; one day our civilization will be a fable. Let us hope the great libraries and records full of us, are not burnt to cinders. Aphrodite seemed to possess not only beauty but what some may refer to as the Christ Consciousness. As always Lindley, on point.
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:27:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Yes it most certainly has an element of "Christ Consciousness" within its verses and theme. As such can not be omitted from the history and advancement of mankind. Nor that of the subject of the ancient pagan religions/ mythologies, etc. When one points out the dark they must also shine the light. Greek mythology has always fascinated me and I have written many poems based ion that theme. Maybe a few dozens over time not presented here. God bless.
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Trust all well on the homefront with your beautiful, brave wife (and son). For you, "They say Aslan is on the move, perhaps he has already landed..." Keep the faith. xx
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Hello Robert, quite an outstanding verse. Wonderfully complex! I think you are a genius with your heavenly, mythological pen. Plus an educator as well. Love, Panagiota- xxxooo
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Thank you my friend. I was lucky to have had so very many excellent teachers from my school years over 5 decades ago. Back when literature was taught and taught very well , imho. Why even poetry was taught in high school and even in elementary school back then! God bless...
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Greek mythology is always an interesting subject that draws the reader in Robert, you never disappoint us and your muse was well inspired.So well written. Tom
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Thank you my friend. I am so glad to be able to get back here to reply, and post my new blog and a new poem grabbed from my poetry archive.. God bless..
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Poetry from a long time ago, yet i read into each god, today. Extremely well wrote poetry Robert, and so interesting. The subject matter superb.....
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Date: 1/24/2021 7:18:00 AM
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Thank you my friend. Your words cheer this old poet and are indeed a gift. We in this modern world can learn much from history, ancient Greece, mythology , philosophers, historians and poets. Too bad that our modern public schools have fled away from that.. God bless.
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Well written, my friend!
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Thank you my friend. I have written many poems based on mythology, Greek, Roman, Viking, Native American. Definitely a favorite subject of mine and one that contains a treasure trove of inspiration. God bless..
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A well composed poem, Robert, thank you for drawing my attention towards it, may you write many more such strong poetry:)
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Thank you my friend. I truly believe this modern world should look back to the old poets more! And as well look back to Greece and Athens for the enlightenment gifted the world. Far too much of what we think is profound thinking is actually a grievous error in vanity. History teaches that reality if it is studied and properly analyzed. Poetry teaches as well, when it has purpose and is created to give, to teach , to be true art. God bless.
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Mythology is so fascinating to me. "Aphrodite declared, war is not the answer" I would have to agree with part of her thoughts. "Carnal Pleasures" is not the answer, but love is. Seems War is the answer in our world today. So sad indeed. You have created a Masterpiece my dear friend. This is so beautifully written and presented. My best to you. ~ Brandy
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Thank you my friend, we can learn a lot from Greek/Roman mythology. So much about what lead up to the enlightenment given to us by Greece, Athens in particular and its famous Orators, philosophers, poets, sculptors, painters and other artisans. I to this day still study that. As is evident by many of my poems both old and new..
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Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-20-2021 10:48 PM
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Quotes:
Zeus does not bring all men’s plans to fulfillment.
– Homer
Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
– Aeschylus
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-20-2021 11:39 PM
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Quotes:
Zeus does not bring all men’s plans to fulfillment.
– Homer
Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
– Aeschylus
The Heart Grief Of Memory, World Employs
Man would deny life of its true beauty
Walk in darkness as a fool and a slave
Consider greed and lusts as his duty
And ever the more wealth so deeply crave.
Enslave others to plow as beasts in fields
Deny the freedoms divinely granted
Pillage earth, burn the trees before their yields
And glorify their dark seeds thus planted.
That modern world such so soundly applauds
While its wicked winds destroy the good found
And its craven priests celebrates its frauds
While their great darkness seeps from underground.
Loud the wails of innocence destroyed.
As the greed keeps its faithful employed.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-20- 2021
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-24-2021 11:00 AM
I Was Once The Man Locked In The Box
( Tribute Given To Alice In Chains, "Layne Stayley" )
I was, once a man locked in a box
Begging for a savior smart as a fox
Even better, should my hero be a she
For it was Love that imprisoned me
I need a hero to gift my heart to
A warm loving angel to start life anew
A rare soul to bring out the best in me
For only by true love can I be free.
Pray I, now within these cold metal walls
For sweet forgiveness with my sincere calls
I a prisoner without any chains
Condemned to live heart-broke with my pains
In this mind-made steel cavern all alone
With this empty chill shattering my bones
Need I, a rare beauty to rescue me
For only by true love can I be free.
I was, once a man locked in a box
Begging for a savior smart as a fox
Even better, should my hero be a she
For it was Love that imprisoned me.
Beg I, an angel to come rescue me
For only by true love can I be free.
R.J. Lindley, August 2nd 1993,
Presented. 1-24-2021
Rhyme,
( When so lost, the mind becomes chained in a dark abyss )
Tribute given to the band - Alice In Chains, the song
Titled-- " Man In The Box", singer Layne Stayley
1st Note:
Once the darkness held me in iron chains
So fiercely that I felt not the Spring rains
I was blinded and sealed in my own tomb
Prisoner in a soul breaking black room
My cries came back as waves on poison seas
Useless were my first angry cursing pleas
Only when heart and soul found the true light
Could I start to begin my freedom fight
Beg I, an angel to come rescue me
For only with true love can I be free.
2nd Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_in_the_Box
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-25-2021 10:05 AM
Across Mind's Fertile Fields New Seeds Are Cast
Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across flowering meadows oak trees grow
Near the lost graveyard where childhood once ran
If, if only, in June's heat cool winds blow
And more pretty girls show off their dark tans.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across this great earth, life dances and teems
Sun rewards casting its bright golden rays
If, if only, river gifts cooler streams
We in our youthful zeal may pass our days.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2021
Rhyme,
( Memories From The Southern Meadows- 1968/1973 - to- 2021 )
Note:
Tis a terrible thing to look back and think of the time that
one once so wasted. Yet as noted- we are what the past has
made us. For better or worse, I survived much and believe
there is a reason for that survival. Perhaps could be as simple
as my writing.
Poetry has been in my blood firmly- as an addiction
- since age 15 - in 1969. The same year that my father died.
Now the ink that courses through these old veins.
Recalls the beginnings, youth and the wild years.
Life was crazy- living , loving, O' the pains.
Poetry cries, yes ink out those tears… ink out those tears.
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-28-2021 10:23 PM
I, Pilgrim Seeking Truth Before The Grave
The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees,
The night so screams,
wailings of humanity's blinded wailings
yet in the gasps, and dying of the dreams
darkness amplifies the mortal failings
and gazing stars cast down glittering beams
on sad empty ships hellbent on sailing,
The night weeps,
are we destined to enjoy dawn's new light
while we took needed pause daring to sleep
our dark world so gifted us greater plights
we of weaken flesh our hopes strive to keep
amidst the rain of such horrific sights,
The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
Note:
In this dark world fate lessens man's power,
Setting up prison cells in dark towers
While life races forth into future plains
Evil spreads birthing its usual pains
O' but some in faith dare to believe
True light will destroy all that so deceives.
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Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-30-2021 04:06 PM
Poetry, That Glorious Unparalleled Art
Enigmatic, invisible forces at play
Tides of mysteries, Fate's unpredictable ways
Numerous casualties- night's vast hidden winds
Future- vagaries all that mortal life portends
Substance of heart and soul inked from eager pen
Ways and wiles- myriad paths, evil held within
Verses born of passion and immutable love
Beauty of moon, stars and vast gleaming lights above!
Poetry, that glorious unparalleled art
Thoughts, dreams, words -emotions from poet's beating heart
Oceans of giving, communicating truth and more
Words that sing, that into ones heart so sweetly bore
Or paint the hopes, dreams and love, special thoughts on life
Perhaps to gift joy, inspire, relieve daily strife
Verses born of passion and immutable love
Beauty of moon, stars and vast gleaming lights above!
Enigmatic, invisible forces at play
Tides of mysteries, Fate's unpredictable ways
Numerous casualties- night's vast hidden winds
Future- vagaries all that mortal life portends.
R.J. Lindley, Feb 5th, 1991
Rhyme, ( From a weekend spent writing )
A gift, a poetry book given me
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Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 01-30-2021 11:59 PM
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[Post 1123]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-01-2021 03:37 PM
This Quest, Was It But A Sad Rage Against The Storm
As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking that elusive rest.
My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.
Where fled the hopeful happiness of tender youth
Dawns of wonderment and prayers of eager soul
The immense pride and dear blessing of seeking truth
Battling the darkness that is vying for control.
My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.
This quest, was it but a sad rage against the storm
Perhaps a hopeless quest soothing vanity's aches
Or futile journey to find a place safe and warm
Or deeper separation from this world of fakes.
My sanity cries out, begging release from pain.
Desperate plea, salvation I seek to attain.
As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking that elusive rest.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2021
Rhyme, ( The search for life's truth and a better tomorrow )
Tribute given to the inspiring poem by Emily Dickinson:
XXVI ("The farthest thunder")-reference poem below-
XXVI
The farthest thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
Indebtedness to oxygen
The chemist may repay,
But not the obligation
To electricity.
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying light.
The thought is quiet as a flake, —
How life's reverberation
Its explanation found!
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[Post 1124]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-03-2021 01:45 PM
An Awakening, From Darkness Into The Light
As I walked the flame danced in my mouth
I wearied yet the earnest spirit flew.
I a poor lad born and raised in the South,
Had nurtured the anger until immense it grew
In the blackness, I raged seeking my relief;
Yet the surge of power held me firm in its grip
This was the essence of deep pride and belief
A sword, a spear with its soon to be bloody tip
And in my delirium, I cursed infinity
As Fate and Death's black hand soothed my rage
I no longer sought love, life or eternity
My bridges burnt, I sought to rip up every page-
Ignoring morn's bright gleam, I raced ever onward
But a slave to my ever growing dark revenge
As a bomb, a missile fast flying forward
Ready to explode and the entire world singe.
Then came a realization, a bolt from the blue
I was right there standing in front of the grave
Nothing but the grass, the soil between me and you
There and then, your words did my life save;
Son, I am gone but your life is yet to be lived
Conquer your anger, let truth and light relieve
Pray, speak from your heart, accept and forgive
Understand, the darkness was sent to deceive.
I looked to the sky and pleaded for resolution
For I had fought long and great my hatred built
This dark world aided by its poisonous institutions
Having plunged its evil daggers in to the hilt.
Then all grew dim, I woke to be in my warm bed
Asking myself, had I truly been there
All of it had seemed so very real in my head
I rose, to ponder- was it a nightmare sent to scare?
I dressed, made my decision to all this go check
Hoping against hope that it was all true
For truth was my life had long been a wreck
As life had naught but its sorrows threw.
I drove to the graveyard, hoping for a clue
Anything to confirm that I had indeed been there
For in that dream, I had actually talked to you
And felt your love and how much you truly care.
I found no evidence and in dismay walked away
But dad I know the truth of the words you had spoke
So at that very moment, I bowed my head to pray
For a small spark in this grieving heart you had woke
Then I heard a voice say so plain and so clear
You are my son too, now be thee now in peace
I am with you now, always ever so near
I have commanded the darkness its torments to cease.
As I walked that long way back to my car, I then heard
You are my beloved son, I too watch over you
God spoke to you, I too heard God's every word
Always that this great day would come, I prayed for too.
R.J. Lindley, 1976
Narrative
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[Post 1125]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-05-2021 01:20 PM
Dare I This, To Such Marvelous Dreams Dream
A baby, once in a small wooden crib,
Humanity's seed, vestige of Adam's rib
I watch as he nurses then falls to sleep
The afternoon sun, beaming golden deep
Quiet spreads, contented soul sets to muse
I wake, he is six now trying on shoes
Lo! I marvel at how fast the years flew
I pray that, he becomes a brave man too
Such that sets himself a poet to be
A great dream, such as once stirred in me.
As night falls, he mumbles rhymes in his sleep
I hear that music, my soul begins to weep
Dare he to such a heavy burden choose
When wicked world and odds say he will loose
I hope, I beg, fruitful blessings on he
And that a sincere poet he may be
A true believer, still a child at heart
One to study the masters, their great art
Promise of a world and a life to grow
Born to feel this deep love, its mighty flow.
May treasures of words fall into his lap
Afternoon sun glows, I wake from my nap
Aghast, I see my son bottle in hand
Yet a baby, 'twas just a loving dream
A magical trip down a wondrous stream
I ponder, do my words his mind compel
And perhaps gift poetry's loving spell
I fear, knowing in dark times it is hell
To him, I shall not such morbid thoughts tell
Tho' I toss coins in that wishing well.
I shall speak of poetry and its gems
As sparrow hawk across blue-cast skies skims
Floating in summer air, happy and free
Just above forest's magnificent trees
And flower meadows singing out that tune
The splendor of bright sunny days in June
And I, his proud father cheering him on
My son, a man, a fine poet now grown
Dare I this, to such marvelous dreams dream
That son and I, one day be such a team!
Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 9th, 2006
Edited, Feb 5th, 2021
Rhyme, ( A Dream And A Great Blessing Once Wished Long Ago )
Note: 2-05-2021
Alas! A dream that has not yet come true
my son now fourteen told me he likes poetry but
thinks writing is not for him.
I ask what then?
He says, Dad, I do not know yet.
I think perhaps a glimmer of hope yet remains,
as he gets older and a bit wiser.
I will let him choose his path in life, but will also
attempt to set him towards writing poetry as a
pastime, a hobby.
Hope being a wonderful thing.
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[Post 1126]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-06-2021 10:55 AM
Should I Dream For Another Thousand Years
Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient years.
Should I dream, a paradise to reside
Wherein Cupid's arrows so daftly fly
Life and love joining with life to confide
Secrets of earth, beauty of new Spring sky
Time's wicked decay and the reason why.
Should I dream, eternity is my path
A sojourn through this maze, a gentle walk
Seek virgin stream for a renewal bath
Gaze at bright-lit night sky and deign to talk
About youth, folly and my once raging wrath.
Should I dream, my vanity is a scar
Its remedy a mere walk in the park
An early morn trek, one not too, too far
A realization, but one not too stark
As to leave catastrophe's door ajar.
Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient years.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2021
Rhyme, ( Within The Human Soul Rests A Shadow )
Tribute given inspiration gained by my reading
this morn, Alfred Tennyson's truly magnificent poem,
"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal".
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[Post 1127]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-12-2021 10:15 AM
When Poet Ponders What Fate Delivers
Quotes: -- " deus ex machina "
""Aristotle praised Euripides, however, for generally ending his plays with bad fortune, which he viewed as correct in tragedy, and somewhat excused the intervention of a deity by suggesting that "astonishment" should be sought in tragic drama:[19]
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Irrationalities should be referred to what people say: That is one solution, and also sometimes that it is not irrational, since it is probable that improbable things will happen.
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Such a device was referred to by Horace in his Ars Poetica (lines 191–2), where he instructs poets that they should never resort to a "god from the machine" to resolve their plots "unless a difficulty worthy of a god's unraveling should happen" [nec deus intersit, nisi dignus uindice nodus inciderit; nec quarta loqui persona laboret].[20]""
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When Poet Ponders What Fate Delivers
Alas! Could Fate have dealt a better hand
Than waking on this beach of cold white sand
Marooned, in this flowing ghostly cloud
I that was once so gallant and so proud
Now fleeing into a certain black doom
A victim of the Sister's spinning loom.
Those years ago, when hope was my best friend
Youth my dessert, success my blessed end
I rose wondering how this all could be
I now downtrodden, life having to flee
A victim of my pride my great excess
Sad caricature of vanity's mess.
With my boat sank, I here freezing alone
All my self-respect, my wealth now all gone
My sweet beautiful love where has she fled
All cast aside, no longer would we wed
She a rare soul, her body so divine
I here staring at the cold salty brine.
Why had Fate to me this sad lot gifted
From glory now into the pits shifted
And my deep weeping prayers, of no use
I crying in the dark, lost as a goose
Help, when in the hell would it arrive
This great horror, would I still be alive?
Sun now rising, spreading its golden rays
I walking, promising to change my ways
Found a road, desolate beach far behind
What tricks fright plays on a sorrowing mind
What luck, I found my good friends just ahead
Life turned around, gone that dreaded dread!
Deus ex machina as Nietzsche once said
Was the gods feeding man his feeble bread
Or was it Venus panning such a plot
That mankind always sought an easy lot
Had it came from Socratic winds, a breeze
That simplest was to take life at ones ease?
I thought Euripides, sent gift this morn
To me a poet so oft given scorn
And in that moment, that gods had beset
I was sure that a god I had once met
Spoke kindly, promising a future gift
That was last night, why had it came so swift?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021
( Within Realm Of Possibilities, A Divine Gift )
Note:
Definition of "deus ex machina"
1: a god introduced by means of a crane (see CRANE entry 1 sense 3a) in ancient Greek and Roman drama to decide the final outcome
2: a person or thing (as in fiction or drama) that appears or is introduced suddenly and unexpectedly and provides a contrived solution to an apparently insoluble difficulty
… the shipwreck, far from being a tragic peripety, is the deus ex machina which makes it possible for Defoe to present solitary labour … as a solution to the perplexities of economic and social reality.
— Ian Watt
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[Post 1128]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-13-2021 10:23 PM
Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent
poem , "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"
(1.) Poem One
Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand
The air, its surging breath sings
into the soul of a willing fan
one that leaves baggage far behind,
an emboldened adventurer
Such that looks for rarity
for the invisible truth
a soft kiss within a whisper
a song that invades heart, soul and mind
Becomes a diviner, an escape artist,
calm wading ebony seas of despair
jealous of only Time
envious of only beauty
fearful of enormity of mortal blindness
What curses may the shadows then utter
the pains of life and a dark pit
nay, such does not faze
the hardy, the faithful, the true seeker
Alas! So recites the ailing poet
lost amidst memories long fled
begging the stars to shine again
the heavens to gift
Love, deep love , sweet love
and the divine tastes of her love
Dare the Gods such deny
risking vanity and hateful mortal wrath
inked curses and paper cuts to hardened hearts
not so, for the seeker - lives to seek
to touch her lips
to into bliss fairly fall
And should such treasure be gained
die as a humble servant to fate
without regret.
without of arrows malice,
shot at invisible beasts
under a dying moon and a wicked host
Fanciful the imagination and poet's heart
mixing of dreams and elusive elements
self-aggrandizing, a warrior
combating invisible foes
stabbed by those eyeless ghosts
crying into wounded nights and fading lights
Aye, this and more- the seeker finds
never the eternity of lost love
the infinity of peace and joy
the heart of her
the touch of her
the depths of love only she gifts
And at last, the poet begs Aphrodite
to this life extinguish
for without love
without warmth
without her return
the universes exists not…
dying embers in finality embrace the cold
yielding in sorrows to the darkness, to its empty cries…
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2021
Romanticism
( Inspiration found, a memory revisited, a truth accepted )
Poem number one-- my new blog
(2.)
Sight Of Gazing At Those Gleaming-Bright Newborn Rainbow Hues
Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose
Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose
Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek
Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks
Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!
Sight of gazing at those gleaming-bright newborn rainbow hues
Splendor and immense bounty of flowing skies, shining blues
Man's vanity that invades to set us on darken paths
Woes and sorrows, birthed by Fate's accursed wraths
Man's science, ingenuity, greed and love affair with math.
Humanity- earth's wonders its bounties of teeming throngs
The Arts- beauty of poetry, literature and majestic songs
Life, oft a cup gathered into warm welcoming hands
Honor, duty, the task of taking hard defiant stands
The unpredictability of Time's falling sands.
Yet dare we forget that life demands truth and sincere love
For the rose may prick if plucked without the needed gloves
In youth, those honey-eyed dreams of hot romantic nights
Lovely maiden gifting her jewels her sexual delights
That which a brief moment may overcome world's darkest blights.
Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose
Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose
Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek
Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks
Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021
Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )
From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"
(3.)
Dare We Wake To Wade In Life's Luscious New Streams
As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams
Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams
Shall we welcome with ardor of lover and friend
With truth and hope forgive those that only pretend
For what is life, if we but such grace dare refuse
Man was given the honor to in life so choose.
Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.
As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.
Can our dreams this dark raging world evil subside
Conquer its demons, its wicked devilish pride
Set a new course in which hope and love may flourish
Seed romanticism that our spirits so nourish
Bring on faith, that our crying souls should so cherish.
Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.
As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.
As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams.
Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2021
Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )
From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"
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[Post 1129]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-15-2021 05:51 PM
And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod
Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts,
Sight of flowering meadows, hill and dale,
Blessings of her gentle touch without fail,
As sky and sun announce the coming day
We together in Nature's beauty play.
Dare our hearts this soothing visage deny, -
As its colorful hues sets spirit's cry,
Entranced by passion's whispering breeze
Upon love's journey we trod with great ease.
I a former victim of loss love's wrath,
She a sweet angel sent to cross my path,
Bow we both to what treasure Heaven sent
And pray to God this love never relents.
Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna* glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts.
And on love's path may we forever trod.
While hand in hand, truly blessed by God.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2021
Romanticism,
Dedicated to poetry's romanticism
and the enticing beauty that
women gift unto this too oft drab world.
1st. Note:
*Verna - Wiktionaryen.wiktionary.org › wiki › Verna
Coined in the 19th century, from Latin vernus (“spring-like”) or as a feminine of Vernon. Proper nounEdit. Verna. A female given name from Latin quotations ?.
2nd. Note:
I watched it snow today, we have now about 5 inches of white
cream splashed upon the ground. Looking out the window I
thought of my youth and to my mind came a snow angel.
And the truth, the beauty of life , love and womankind
sudden the first four verses came in a flash and I snatched
a pen to jot it down. That pen had a will a heart of its own
and within minutes this came to be. I reread it -made one
small change. I changed the word "sight" to the word "joy"
As in, - "joy of morning dew", in the first verse..
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[Post 1130]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-20-2021 03:05 PM
Three Tribute poems-- composed by me,
For Longfellow blog….
(1.)
Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns
The rays of morn took their first golden breath
Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists
First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Demanding night accept its coming death!
Triumphant crowns!
Dawn's first yawning, a parade of new dreams
Waking Fate and its ever growing lists
With dancing echoes of showers to fall
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Birthing flowers born from resplendent streams!
Triumphant crowns!
Sweet the softest callings of better days
With man rising to earn his daily bread
And Nature singing true to cheer life's all
Earth no longer mourning yesterday's dead
Future hope setting sail as sunbeams play!
Triumphant crowns!
Humanity follows its usual course
While bright blue-set skies rejoice overhead
Teeming hordes traversing their daily treks
Across well-worn pathways from life well fed
Amidst the carnage of loss and remorse!
Triumphant crowns!
Father Time speaks demanding to be heard
Above the din of crowds surging about
Commanding its fleeing hours to obey
Sternly obeyed were its arrogant shouts
And the infinite powers of each word!
Triumphant crowns!
Sun was setting, its daily chores all done
Mortals noted the rapid fleeing light
All had felt the ever changing new course
Some with increasing joy, others with fright
Dark shadows arose screaming lets have fun!
Triumphant crowns!
The moon sped brightly forth taking top stage
Stars came twinkling across heavenly skies
The wise old owl took its same midnight flight
Night spread its woven cloak of evil lies
While sleeping crowds await first new rage!
Triumphant crowns!
The rays of morn took their first golden breath
Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists
First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores
Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists
Demanding night accept its coming death!
Triumphant crowns!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2021
Romanticism, ( That Man Could Wake To See Coming Of Eternity )
Blog poem.
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[Post 1131]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-21-2021 10:31 AM
Breathe I, Sweet Earthen Air Into This Mortal Soul
And he said, resting within the shadowy dark
Tis I, that celebrates dawn's soft sinewy charm
Not to say, that life has not left its bruising marks
But rather, this near the end, I fear not its harm.
Breathe I, sweet earthen air into this mortal soul
Although this broken heart in deep darkness resides
I no longer join mankind in its daily toll
Spirit falters and in this gloom I choose to hide.
Under soft midnight moonlight I may venture out
As a phantom of the guy I used to be
Before dawn's harsh-cast revealing rays I return
Least I become blinded as my eyes flame to burn.
He said, in his haven of deep shadowy dark
Tis I, that dares to refuse dawn's sinewy charm
I dare to say, that life has left its bruising marks
Near the end, I do fear its harsh black-handed harm.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2021
Rhyme, ( From life, from loss, darkness resides )
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[Post 1132]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-22-2021 06:36 PM
A Quartet Of Short Poems From 1973
(1.)
A Newer Vision, Of Paradise Lost
I went blindly into the haze
Left the purple gloom behind
If human life be but a maze
What does love do for mankind?
R.J. Lindley, 1973
(2.)
A Clear Vision, Of Death's Positive Hand
Altars of purple robed kings
Swollen with their stolen wealth
Yet one day they too, their death bring
Vastly improve their slaves health.
R.J. Lindley, 1973
(3.)
A Truer Vision, Of Humanity
Golden pails filled with sweet dreams
Life begging greater release
Man a vain creature of dark schemes
Pleading purple doom to cease.
R.J. Lindley, 1973
(4.)
A Sad Vision, A Much Deserved Fate
He wore purple cloak, and sad eyes
Sat upon a golden throne
His wicked life his soul denies
Destined to die alone.
R.J. Lindley, 1973
Note:
Hope you may enjoy this quartet of short poems,
Written by a 19 year old lad. I remember him fondly
And in his youth and vigor had hoped for so much more
Yet life gives what it gives and man must endure its
Angry pains, its losses and its failed dreams.
These 4 poems are exactly as composed 46 years ago.
No editing...
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[Post 1133]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-27-2021 02:38 PM
The Dark, The Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes
What of life in this raging spinning world?
Its stabbing pains, mouths filled with sad dust?
Those almost unbreakable binding chains?
We, the unblinded few, the hopeful brave
Dare we , can we that, will we ever save?
In the trembles of midnight's rambling stomps
Sleeping souls dance into resplendent dreams
Through a flowing myriad of avenues;
Entering realms of beckoning desires
Mindless, heedless of the flaming hot fires!
Wading streams of new welcoming degrees
Ever onward, towards eternal sea
Unrelenting, as heart such new scenes cast
Unaware, soon dawn's light will all that blast.
Dust and dying ground mix to stir anew
Schemes that are part of mortal flesh and blood
In black caverns, echoing , echoing
The fears, uncertainty brought by day's light
Now swimming in growing absence of night.
The dreaded pitfalls of much needed sleep.
Wherein we must wake up to our lives keep.
R J. Lindley, April 3rd 1973
Rhyme, ( Staring into the ever dooming abyss- a flash of thought )
Old Note: 1973
Woke. And a dream lingered. Its message sad and dark.
Daylight bringing in the words more clear.
What had both Poe and Raven spoke?-
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"
New Note: 2021
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"
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[Post 1134]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-04-2021 11:06 AM
In The Image Of Dust To Dust,
Kipling tribute poem
In the image of dust to dust
rests the dark mankind fears
yet in its horrors, face we must
loss, decay- buckets of our tears
as crestfallen as such may be
in life- love may joy bring
rich fruits of its majestic seas
sweet music lovers sing
dare we such dear treasures deny
because of morbid fate
are we not brave to ask the why
before it is too late
although time often our sight blinds
does not heart truly see
such dark-thinking serves to remind
rests a soul within you and me
therein shall we contemplate more
meaning of dust to dust
we that so seek paradise shores
have thus mislaid our trust
pity- weakness of flesh and blood
how selfishly we think
whilst we often bath in the mud
'til of its stench we stink
in the image of dust to dust
rests the dark mankind fears
yet in its horrors, face we must
loss, decay- buckets of our tears.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2021
Rhyme,
( A Look Into The Soul And Humanity's Follies, Fallacies And Blindness)
Kipling tribute poem for blog.
Note:
Sorry, that this was not originally included in the Kipling blog
as it was first posted. And that because of my having been ill-
it has taken me so long to rewrite four times - then edit,
re-edit-and finish it. As of now, I have abandoned the other
third Kipling tribute poem entirely. As this took so much out
of me just to finish this one.
Note:
I already had another tribute blog started. But seems that too
will be much delayed. As my health issues at the moment
are so greatly interfering with my writings. As such is life, I
must endeavor to cut back a bit more and hope to re-energize
my writing-soul. God bless…
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[Post 1135]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-06-2021 12:07 PM
The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise
Your hope- you have gifted unto me
unto me, a vagabond shifting sand
a flightless bird lost in its plumage
under a great and mighty oak tree
above the sun beams
its illumination forbidding night
vanquishing darkness, its blacken strokes
In your hope rests a truth
that his vessel surrounding my soul
is but a temporary hindrance
a shell, a decaying fortress
bearing the hits from cannon shots
empty now- awaiting reinforcement
from a cavalry that vanished long ago
Youth-
alas! was it ever real
a maddening rush into the waiting trap
I remember-those sweet summer days
barefoot, soft grass between my toes
Youth-
a man-less ship
sailing upon uncharted seas
decorating blue skies and watery echoes
I now stand-aged, looking back
amazed at the speed of flight
how life gave no care of time
no respect of defiant reality
Your hope- you have gifted unto me
knowledge, inspiration- a new goal
to die without dire regrets
to depart a man
accepting truth, light, love
and the immense vanity born into mortal flesh.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2021
Free verse, ( Eternity, Seen Beyond The Purple Veil )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1136]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-09-2021 10:04 PM
The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise
Your hope- you have gifted unto me
unto me, a vagabond shifting sand
a flightless bird lost in its plumage
under a great and mighty oak tree
above the sun beams
its illumination forbidding night
vanquishing darkness, its blacken strokes
In your hope rests a truth
that his vessel surrounding my soul
is but a temporary hindrance
a shell, a decaying fortress
bearing the hits from cannon shots
empty now- awaiting reinforcement
from a cavalry that vanished long ago
Youth-
alas! was it ever real
a maddening rush into the waiting trap
I remember-those sweet summer days
barefoot, soft grass between my toes
Youth-
a man-less ship
sailing upon uncharted seas
decorating blue skies and watery echoes
I now stand-aged, looking back
amazed at the speed of flight
how life gave no care of time
no respect of defiant reality
Your hope- you have gifted unto me
knowledge, inspiration- a new goal
to die without dire regrets
to depart a man
accepting truth, light, love
and the immense vanity born into mortal flesh.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2021
Free verse, ( Eternity, Seen Beyond The Purple Veil )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
This poem was chosen to be Poem Of The Day on 3-08-2021....
Two days after it was posted..
My other poem was chosen to be Poem Of The Day on 1-01-2021..-Tyr
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[Post 1137]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-13-2021 12:08 AM
The Beauty And Essence Of A Pretty Cowgirl
Although she wraps herself in soft leather,
Wearing her pointy-toed cowboy boots,
She delights in darkest stormy weather
And banging sounds her fast six-shooter shoots;
But hurt her and she just barely whimpers,
She is a lovely cowgirl through and through
Best to flee fast if rousing her temper
For she may stomp and beat you black and blue.
Yet gently hold her hand and give a kiss
You she may then gift a romantic night
You shall next wake unto heavenly bliss
But lord man, don't you ever pick a fight!
Although she wraps herself in soft leather,
She delights in darkest stormy weather.
R. J. Lindley, June 26th 1979
Sonnet, ( That ravishing beauty wearing cowboy boots )
Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..
Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
There were those days of youth..-Tyr
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[Post 1138]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 03-13-2021 01:50 AM
There were those days of youth..-Tyr
Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..
Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable.
https://s22657.pcdn.co/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/country-club-ivory-dress-1.jpg
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[Post 1139]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-13-2021 09:27 AM
Note: 7- 02- 1979
Met a cowgirl at the club, she was absolutely gorgeous.
We rode together all weekend. No saddle needed.
She left me that Monday morn, saying- "maybe again next year"..
Note: 3-11-2021
There truly are some that are totally unforgettable.
https://s22657.pcdn.co/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/country-club-ivory-dress-1.jpg
As far as beauty goes , the one I met and was with- was definitely far more sexy and beautiful than the lady in that picture.
I made sure to go to the rodeo and the club that night the next year and she was a no-show. I was damn sure ready to rock n roll with her again but
my guess is she was by then involved with another guy or else married.
As women that drop-dead sexy, smart and gorgeous do not stay aloof, alone, and/or single for that long.
I would say-- her great loss but I suspect that it is by far more my great loss.. :laugh:
Youth and its many turns and paths taken my friend. That is life... -Tyr
edit-- on second thought maybe she thinks it was indeed her loss. One never knows...
A previous very long poem that I wrote about her had mysteriously disappeared along with some others back then
when I started dating the girl that became my second wife...
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[Post 1140]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-14-2021 01:38 PM
Born from sweet dreams of youth and inspiration found..-Tyr
As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Dare the dawn admire her beauty
For morn needs its fairest queen
To live and love is life's duty
Her eyes bright shimmering green.
As moon's glow highlights her dancing
And heavens above her twirls
One's mind thinks of sweet romancing
Her face and long flowing curls.
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-14-2021
Romanticism, ( Images, Beauty, Romance And Dreams )
Note:
I have seen this vision on lonely nights
Its promise a true treasure to desire
Those falling tears, at its vanishing sight
Breaths as deep sadness at funeral pyres.
Note- I did find that much needed inspiration today....
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[Post 1141]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-19-2021 01:36 PM
In Soft Glowing Mistress Flame Of The Beauty's Breath
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley
In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears purest love even unto its death
with future treasures that our great love will provide
our romance, more powerful than storm's surging tide.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy heart given unto me.
Our meeting that first night, with bright moon gasping down
you and your fantastic smile, in that dark blue gown
an air of true-born grace as you laughed in your dance
myself in rapt awe of our new-budding romance.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of mirth, thy smile given unto me.
Year later and we have fore-sworn our lives to wed
in love's deepest promise unto we are both dead
such a bounty I could have never dared to ask
for in your presence this soul begs more time to bask.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of bliss, thy joy given unto me.
Our fervor both the rushing waves and placid seas
together riding gusty winds to balmy breeze
to rise and fall unfurling wild desires and dreams
and revel in our wedded lives entwining seams.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy zest given unto me.
Enchanted is our rollick with enraptured time
we whirl on beats in sync since chapel bells did chime
a life without each other seems so long ago
as hungers’ honeyed sweetness lulls in afterglow.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of vows, thy pledge given unto me.
Pleasures wander mazes thrilled with wanton wonder
heart to heart together drum a song of thunder
a roar that crosses vast expanse of cumulus
the lightning of our passion ever luminous.
My dearest, nothing more precious that I can see
Than this gift of love, thy heart given unto me.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration) , March 19, 2021
new edit- 3-22-2021
""edit:
Poem Of The Day
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Special note: It is truly a great and blessed honor for me to share in the wonderful recognition of Poem Of The Day with my magnificently talented and so very truly inspiring collaborator, my dear friend, Susan Ashley!!
Susan, thank you for accepting my invitation and for the great pleasure of my collaborating with you! Tis most definitely a wonderful gift and fantastic journey each time we compose together!
My God bless us both, in our continued friendship, and poetic paths and our future collaborations…
Congratulations, my very dear friend, Susan.""
Poet’s note:
My dear friend, Susan this has again been an honor and indeed a magnificent pleasure to compose with a poet of your stature, creativity, finesse and immense artistic abilities. Such is now, as before, always a treasured experience and truly an inspirational one as well. Poetic fellowship being indeed a jewel to be sought, savored and experienced as a blessing in ones poetry journey.
Thank you for your great friendship, kindness and poetic fellowship my friend! God bless always.
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[Post 1142]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-23-2021 06:15 PM
Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle Nemesis - Part One
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Note:
This is from a long poem that was first started back in 1981
It was never completed, I now have decided to complete it.
With the hope that it shall merit as being a worthy creation
And perhaps a warning to the youth of today about the ever
Present and that very real evil lurking in this earthen realm,
always ready to pounce and destroy the innocent the
unsuspecting ones. At this point, I have not a clue how long this
piece shall become. Or what amount of time it shall take- since
my wife's cancer surgery is scheduled for March 24th , 2021..
My time to write after that day will likely be severely limited.
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Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle
(Nemesis) - Part One
O'lord of blight dare thee to now abide
Leaving thy abode to earthen realm ride
As punisher with dark universal might
As grief bearer, humanity to smite!
Dar'est thee enter, after I so yield
Sheathed my sword, tossed away my shield
I that in sorrow abandoned battlefields
Seeking love, sweet peace and love's greener fields!
Venomous ire, thee again cross my path
To wage war and sate thy evil wrath
I that settled to in peace, here now live
And in the earthen realm yet again give!
Thee a true nemesis of fruitful life
Author of Hate, Evil and Human strife
Spreader of hate, plagues, and even worse
Dark sower of thy ever wicked curse!
Nemesis- thy hate I shall not allow
Nor to its savage commands ever bow
Thus I return as warrior to my place
And with divine aid thy great evil face!
I that now pledge again my solemn vow
With truth, courage and light defeat somehow
Thy legions of destruction, thy hate
Thy rejoining with darkest hand of Fate!
In this my great oath, my renewed pledge
Leave I safety, step over the edge
Not as a man, with horrid, vengeful hate
But crusader, before it is too late!
Robert J. Lindley, began in April 1981
(Nemesis)
( Nemesis ) -- Part Two
O' lord of darkness, my home- you I see
As your dark minions so represent thee
From dark-cast corners out they freely race
Imbued with evil, devoid of grace.
Accursed seeds of thy hate-spewing loins
Free to tempt mankind with your poison coins
Yet with Light and Truth this blackness I see
As wickedness from thy hideous tree.
Day and night into this old house they prance
Whispering morbid curses as they dance
I their buffoonery quickly defeat
Off they go- flames burning from clawed feet.
What an affront that such weaklings you send
You in your pride -swift victory pretend
For such foolishness I drew not my blade
Defeating with pure relish your first raid.
With Faith, Hope and Light, this warrior stands
Never bowing to your evil demands
I can see the future hour you take flight
As you are expelled, ending our fight.
Watch as this battle begins to unfold
With same results as was in the days old
Wherein, swift Sword of Light -cut you so deep
That whilst flying away- black tears you weep.
So set your mark- daring to bring your best
For in defeat, I bid you be my guest
Tomorrow morn, I again grab my shield
To find what depths of blood shall be spilled.
( Nemesis ) -- Part Three
Dawn breaks and sincerely its sweet calls sends
Unaware of battle the future portends
I the warrior polish my shield to shine
Knowing on my soul the beast expects to dine.
Yet from the dark shadows not a single word
As wind brings the melody of a songbird
My sword now unsheathed and razor sharp
Above sounds the notes of a divine harp.
Reminding today I face darkness and death
I bow to pray in a whispering breath
Have I greater faith in our God of Hosts
For soon the dark lord my soul thinks to roast.
Nature sends word- blessings be sent unto you
May victory be yours, the best get its dues
Suns beams down proclaiming a brighter day
Golden rays beating away shadowy grays.
From the distant hills a rumbling blast sounds
Within this heaving chest, eager heart pounds
Soon, so soon the great battle shall commence
I summon courage to this soul convince.
Suddenly sun flees away, dark clouds appear
I know the dark Lord now grows very near
Yet a new calm then within this heart grows
Steadfast courage accepts the soon coming blows.
I rise giving thanks the battle is not at night
For victory I desperately need bright light
Next the shadows all give a rousing cheer
From immense darkness, the monster appears!
( Nemesis ) -- Part Four to come…
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[Post 1143]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-30-2021 07:33 PM
Quote- Henri Barbusse
""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind serve to intensify themselves in one way or another. We intensify ourselves with new impressions, new sensations, new ideas. We endeavour to take what we do not have and to add it to ourselves. Humanity is the desire for novelty founded upon the fear of death. That is what it is.""
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Dying A Little With Each And Every Breath
Within depths of human life, a radiant flame
Born from a spark, an unfathomable clear beat
Although world teaches that life is but a sad game
One that accepts the victories of those that cheat!
Lies refuted by radiance of divine light
As clear as tides caressing shores from waltzing seas
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright
For from the love and truth far too often he flees!
Alas! World accelerates the dark within mankind
Seeded from birth, darkness unto each coming death
Lost soul, forbidding light to enter heart and mind
Dying a little with each and every breath!
Lies refuted by radiance of divine light.
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet,
( From The Depths, A Truth And A Sight That Time Hath Wrought )
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[Post 1144]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-11-2021 12:43 PM
Quote:
If there were no night, we would not appreciate the day,
nor could we see the stars and the vastness of the heavens.
We must partake of the bitter with the sweet.
There is a divine purpose in the adversities we encounter every day.
They prepare, they purge, they purify, and thus they bless.
>>>> James E. Faust
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For Light Then Plants Its Invincible Seeds
In that deep darkness, no pity exists
Fate too often decries such on its list
Of destruction and sad, sorrowful woes
Those mortal man feels as hard, heavy blows
Once held within, eyes bled fast to go blind
While lost hope too, seeds a worm-wooded mind!
In that set malaise, how can love rejoice
Human soul sees life as having no choice
But to bend, bow and admit utter defeat
For evil wins and evil always cheats
Agony cries, beast on human flesh dines
Where struggling in morbid black, no light shines!
In that sepulchre no pleas can escape
This world seems but a devilish landscape
Born not for man but for deep disaster
And in it, Fate and Death are two masters
Such is the great power that darkness holds
Mankind seems to be made from broken molds!
Let one ray of Light enter that abyss
Fate then finds that its poison arrows miss
For Light then plants its invincible seeds
Tends new garden removing all the weeds
And Death, its dark-dreaded touch must then wait
For Heaven above cast Light changing Fate!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2021
Rhyme,
( For what is man, if divine Light does not shine )
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[Post 1145]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-16-2021 11:08 PM
As Moon Hid Amongst Night's Convenient Clouds
From out of the invisible it came
Epically silent, without a name
A deepened hush before the fall
That bestirs, what memory now recalls
Cold black mist, embracing night and eating
All too tired to be swiftly fleeting
She that feared not its destructive wake
Death walked earth, to her sweet life take.
From out of the invisible it came.
Epically silent, without a name.
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme
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[Post 1146]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-22-2021 09:34 AM
Cold And Alone, Innocent Child Asks Why
Hopeless and lost, the child looked up to the sky
very cold and afraid, pleadingly asking why
As only silence returned, child knew the truth
cruel world savagely attacks innocent youth.
Dare we strive in our giving much greater concern
for those poor kids, darkness seeks to punish and burn
Are not we, the mature charged to take that care
weighing on in to the heaviest load thus bear?
Will we remain cold, aloof and say not tis my job
watching as innocence dark world from the child robs
Dare we wake to this savage evil, seek to save
proving we are truly kind and dutifully brave?
Hopeless and lost, the child looked up to the sky.
Very cold and afraid, pleadingly asking why?
Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2021
Sonnet,
( Are we blind and lost when we refuse to help innocent children )
Note-
Composed as presenting here to this site, this moment today..
Time used 9 minutes, rapid verse offerings.
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[Post 1147]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-24-2021 09:43 AM
Love And Reciprocation Oft Fantasy Of Lonely Hearts
She saw such handsome features, his eyes and strong arms
She - ravishing creature succumbed to his dear charms
Her ecstasy was a river in deepest flood
Sensual passion took hold, HE was in her blood
Could ever reality break such binding chains
Or future nights denied, bring ever greater pains?
He saw such beauty, such grace in her soft blue eyes
Thinking this was treasure reality 'oft denies
His longings then burst forth like a collapsing dam
She then gave that smile that cried out, " here I am"
Mad raging thoughts came of sweetest nights in her bed
Magnificent fantasy born in heart and head!
Party over, neither had a single word said.
Moment had come, now just as swiftly, it had fled!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-24- 2021
(LOVE OFT FAVORS THOSE SINCERE AND BRAVE OF HEART)
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[Post 1148]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2021 06:50 AM
The Sudden Realization
As golden sun soaked a soft blue sky
cool breeze and passion let love therein fly
floating were soft vibrant notes, ecstasy
as Time flowed into infinity.
She came, a ravishing goddess so true
hurried right past past me onto you
another tragedy born to right there
again world proving that life is not fair.
As sun set on that sad and fateful day
a young lad fished at the local bay
waters were calm and this truth he then knew
All is not right just because skies are blue.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2021
Rhyme
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[Post 1149]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-03-2021 09:58 PM
There Just Beyond That Long Black Sea Curtain
Across the expanse, twilight's beckoning mystery
Far flung over hidden thundering, splashing waves
Lies the unknown, extension of man's history
Adventure begging footsteps of the true and brave
Centuries, that call has cried, "come- take a chance"
Journey in search of love, treasure, life and much more
Such that in great palaces hold Love and Romance
Wealth and sweet pleasures in those far off golden shores.
Beyond the horizon, past that enticing wall
There awaits, the promise of streets paved with gold
Listen and dare to heed that soft enchanting call
Walk into the unknown, dare to be truly bold!
To be had, sailing beyond those sea foaming veils
That which the bravest adventurer's heart knows true
Treasures, romance as told in many sailor's tales
All beyond, far beyond, waiting for me and you!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2021
Imagism, ( Where in art - the mind begins to truly see )
Inspired by Brian's new blog and the two paintings
"Monk by the Sea", and "Moonrise over the Sea"
Painted by Caspar David Friedrich…
1.-
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/moonrise-over-the-sea-caspar-david-friedrich/mwFGGdzKbfGMkg?hl=en
2.
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/monk-by-the-sea-caspar-david-friedrich/KwEv_TMiJhn5kA?hl=en
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[Post 1150]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-04-2021 11:06 PM
Just slammed this one out in the new lounge thread.
Once, there was a time when deep heartache came to call
A young lad had his first crazy, soul-wrecking fall
When love had ebbed and then somehow ran its course
From delicious fantasy came a sad divorce
A lesson learned, death of love came the hard way
What was once purest joy turned a somber gray
Now a memory, one that so often hurts so
When a beautiful angel said she had to go.
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The poem
Youth And Memories, Sweet Times Never Again To Be Found
Days that where wonderful even if pouring rain
Youth and blind-dog courage going against the grain
O' memory don't ya send old man a frown
Gift feelings of flying up, never coming down
I want to kiss now, those soft lips sweet Mandy had
Those steamy hot nights, that almost drove us both mad
We were dreaming of leaving that damn one-horse town
But in this crazy ole world something brought that frown.
There was a crying moon the night she ran to flee
Her heart crying because she wanted to be free
My poor soul a'breaking at the sight of her gone
I was falling, while Mandy had far away flown
Nothing to do but wail at the death left behind
Knowing never again such angel would I find.
O'heart cast this memory and ache far away
Life that year turned into a nightmarish gray
There bitter-black cold in the middle of July
And a heartbroken soul, taught how to deeply cry.
Nothing to do but wail at the death left behind
Knowing never again such angel would I find.
R.J . Lindley, 5-04-2021
Sometimes memories, are best not remembered...
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[Post 1151]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-22-2021 04:55 PM
Where, O' Where Baby Did You Hide That Key
Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ON ME
Is behind shadows in yesterday's floor
OR THERE FAR AWAY ON SOME FOREIGN SHORE
Baby, baby, would it make me love feel
THAT LIFE AND YOUR KISS COULD BE MY NEXT MEAL?
Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME
Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME
Is it down in that hidden farmhouse well
OR JUST BEYOND THE FLAMING GATES OF HELL
Baby, baby, would it make me deny
YOUR BEAUTY WAS THE SOFT BLUE IN THE SKY?
Where, O' where baby did you hide that key
THAT UNLOCKS THIS RUSTY CHAIN HOLDING ME
Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2021
Sonnet Plus-
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Angel, Angel, Stir Again Sweet Love Lost
Memory, the ghost of a lost love, a vision
A vixen, a visionary, a heartbeat
When youth bellowed, with vapid imprecisions
And life greedily swallowed all it could eat-
The night, the sky, the moon,
the angel with flaming sword
The song, the love, the tune
Rampaging of malevolent world's angry horde
Angel, angel, stir again sweet love lost,
Send dawn's new glory and tenderest kiss
Pray I this, I care not the heavy cost
For now, she and love I so dearly miss-
In my anguish, sorrows did her heart crush,
All taken away by my heartless greed
I then acted in a maddening rush
To satisfy one of my worldly needs
She that was sweet and truly there for me
Her soul pure and her heart beating so true
I in my blindness poisoned love's tree
In my error now receive what I am due-
This I beg, mercy be given to me
True redemption cast from a hand divine
Perhaps a healing to set us both free
New romance to our stars again align.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2021
Romanticism,
( Ink Splashed And A Most Sincere Plea Once Prayed)
INSPIRED BY
-Lady Labyrinth's , poem titled-- "Burnt Aqua"
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Note- After a two week break, I decided to write today
to present something on my homepage here.
And again stir the stew, cook the meal- dine again on
poetry and give thanks that blessing found me..
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[Post 1152]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-23-2021 10:05 AM
Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds
When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine poetry of Keats
Or delicious taste of chocolate sweets
Yet dawn's sweet awakening Shelley sings
That flowers are the purest Heart of Spring!
But mind cries out, what of the yellow rose
Can it dance in the image that you chose
Shout out its songs, as does a meadow lark
Express its glory- vanquish the deep dark
Will aura of soft rose thy heart imbue
That beauty and truth spirit 'oft renews?
When Spring's waking heart, radiant truth shows
Dare we ignore majesty of the rose
And awakening, its beauty inspires
Blossoming spark that sets anew love's fires
How such sights sears into ones heart and mind
Essence of Life and a soul true and kind?
Spring's first morn, promise of those rising seeds
Joy of flowers that a soul often needs
Wafting aromatic smell, sunlit rose
So pleases the eyes, delights eager nose
Inspiring beauty in its soft splendor
Sings of Love and Kisses sweet and tender!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2021
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
5-23- 2021
Syllables counted by,
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming,
This Spring So Far, Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
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EDIT- 5-30-2021
Contest judged
This poem -- 1st place....
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[Post 1153]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-26-2021 04:01 PM
Nemesis, Confrontation And The Rejoined Battle,
Now Completed
(Nemesis) - Part One
O'lord of blight dare thee to now abide
Leaving thy abode to earthen realm ride
As punisher with dark universal might
As grief bearer, humanity to smite!
Dar'est thee enter, after I so yield
Sheathed my sword, tossed away my shield
I that in sorrow abandoned battlefields
Seeking love, sweet peace and love's greener fields!
Venomous ire, thee again cross my path
To wage war and sate thy evil wrath
I that settled to in peace, here now live
And in the earthen realm yet again give!
Thee a true nemesis of fruitful life
Author of Hate, Evil and Human strife
Spreader of hate, plagues, and even worse
Dark sower of thy ever wicked curse!
Nemesis- thy hate I shall not allow
Nor to its savage commands ever bow
Thus I return as warrior to my place
And with divine aid thy great evil face!
I that now pledge again my solemn vow
With truth, courage and light defeat somehow
Thy legions of destruction, thy hate
Thy rejoining with darkest hand of Fate!
In this my great oath, my renewed pledge
Leave I safety, step over the edge
Not as a man, with horrid, vengeful hate
But crusader, before it is too late!
Robert J. Lindley, began in April 1981
(Nemesis)
( Nemesis ) -- Part Two
O' lord of darkness, my home- you I see
As your dark minions so represent thee
From dark-cast corners out they freely race
Imbued with evil, devoid of grace.
Accursed seeds of thy hate-spewing loins
Free to tempt mankind with your poison coins
Yet with Light and Truth this blackness I see
As wickedness from thy hideous tree.
Day and night into this old house they prance
Whispering morbid curses as they dance
I their buffoonery quickly defeat
Off they go- flames burning from clawed feet.
What an affront that such weaklings you send
You in your pride -swift victory pretend
For such foolishness I drew not my blade
Defeating with pure relish your first raid.
With Faith, Hope and Light, this warrior stands
Never bowing to your evil demands
I can see the future hour you take flight
As you are expelled, ending our fight.
Watch as this battle begins to unfold
With same results as was in the days old
Wherein, swift Sword of Light -cut you so deep
That whilst flying away- black tears you weep.
So set your mark- daring to bring your best
For in defeat, I bid you be my guest
Tomorrow morn, I again grab my shield
To find what depths of blood shall be spilled.
( Nemesis ) -- Part Three
Dawn breaks and sincerely its sweet calls sends
Unaware of battle the future portends
I the warrior polish my shield to shine
Knowing on my soul the beast expects to dine.
Yet from the dark shadows not a single word
As wind brings the melody of a songbird
My sword now unsheathed and razor sharp
Above sounds the notes of a divine harp.
Reminding today I face darkness and death
I bow to pray in a whispering breath
Have I greater faith in our God of Hosts
For soon the dark lord my soul thinks to roast.
Nature sends word- blessings be sent unto you
May victory be yours, the best get its dues
Suns beams down proclaiming a brighter day
Golden rays beating away shadowy grays.
From the distant hills a rumbling blast sounds
Within this heaving chest, eager heart pounds
Soon, so soon the great battle shall commence
I summon courage to this soul convince.
Suddenly sun flees away, dark clouds appear
I know the dark Lord now grows very near
Yet a new calm then within this heart grows
Steadfast courage accepts the soon coming blows.
I rise giving thanks the battle is not at night
For victory I desperately need bright light
Next the shadows all give a rousing cheer
From immense darkness, the monster appears!
( Nemesis ) (Conclusion) -- Part Four
Suddenly as mammoth beast upward rears
In its huge head, were seven ancient spears
Evidence of past battles that failed
Death may not come being spear impaled.
Flash from my blade caught its fierce fiery eyes
It shouting out your light this beast defies
I that lived even before this earth
Shall now measure your sharp steel, your true worth.
With that a mighty claw swiped my shield
Its sudden lunge shook the hard rocky field
My sword caught the other claw in mid stroke
Gashing out its red-blood to the ground soak.
Next its horned tail swept me off my feet
As it roared out, soon you I will eat
Come feeble child, let us dance well today
Or do you want time to uselessly pray.
In anger my next stroke slashed its side
My deep hatred I could no longer hide
All my power went into the next blow
More the hot gushing blood began to flow.
Then it came, horrendous burning hot flame
This was by far its most powerful game
Only divine armor saved my life
With its sacred words carved by my knife.
Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare*
Force that only universe can compare
Hideous beast roared-such is not fair
I cried death- step closer if you dare.
With epic pain and a maddening hate
The mighty beast rushed to meet its fate
As my blade went deep into its black heart
Gone were the great powers those words impart.
Death's answer as was destined to be
By God's divine mercy was it not me
The beast had met a much higher power
Had succumbed at the appointed hour.
Sky then opened, pleasing wind then blew
I gazed at beast that divine words slew
Kneeling, gave thanks to the Heavens above
That we are given Light and Divine Love!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2021
Narrative
( When This World Was Blessed With Divine Warriors And Divine Mercy )
( As Found In Tales Of Old )….
1st Note: 5/26/2021
*Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare.
Latin- Translated-
"May with Heaven's true might this soul now fight."
2nd note:
Was a very hard task for me to find a way (time and energy),
And an inspired ending for this narrative tale.
The older I get, the harder it seems to write and be satisfied with the results.
This will have to do- as perhaps the last time that comes --
" Verum licet potentia animae caelum nunc pugnare "…
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[Post 1154]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-28-2021 05:59 AM
Discovery, Light And A True Blessing
to die without dire regrets
to depart a man
accepting truth, light, love
and the immense vanity born into mortal flesh
5-28- 2021
Free verse
Stanza from, poem titled
" The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise "
for "Liberum Divisa" poetry contest
sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
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[Post 1155]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-13-2021 10:41 AM
When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door
Of beauty, paintings, flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most radiant glow
Whilst blighted forests listens to cackles of crows!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Down in the dark valleys, poisoned rivers freeze
Beasts above, seek delicious prey with such ease
Alas! Dare we in futile wish cry tis no so
And in fanciful dreams -beg that peace and love show
Within hope of tomorrows, believe such will cease
For we recall, magnificent heroes of Greece!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Life and Love must walk through darkest days hand in hand
In this our thought to be enlightened world we stand
Not as sheep to be slaughtered at merest of whims
If we fear ravenous sharks in seas we'd not swim
Or during pitch black nights we would cower inside
And miss seeing the heavens and moon's golden ride!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Such temerity would joys of life thus abolish
Do we allow world its false mirrors to polish
Nay! We prove such hatefulness we will not abide
While in arms of love and truth, we with grace reside
Shall we pray that ever greater Light gift us more
On us all, God's sweet mercy Heaven softly pours!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2021
Dark rhyme,
( We may only keep, that which we are brave enough to defend )
This poem was born from blessed inspiration found this morn
While I was commenting to a friend, a very fine fellow poet….
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[Post 1156]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-14-2021 11:21 AM
Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea
Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or by poet's word
in that a life mystery there gave birth
from those youthful days and innocent mirth
pray I, joy again of a much freer me
with swifter rescue from despair's aching sea!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep
whilst in my pleadings- I beg for much more
than unjust solitude on a foreign shore
remember what you asked me to swear
now failure- my loss more than I can bear
may I sworn rendezvous now truly keep
and you forgive me before my final sleep!
Fated were the blues of that darkest day
perhaps even these words I must now say
you my darling, were everything to me
but of freedom's needs, we could not agree
I that sought far, far more than was my due
live now despondent despair missing you
can you feel intense pain of this broken heart
with your tender heart gift us a restart
gift our lives, treasure of renewed love
so again, we may kiss 'neath Heavens above!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep?
R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976
Romanticism,
( The Sorrows Of A Love Lost )
Old note,
July 17th, 1976
: deleted
New Note: 6-14-2021
This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems.
Another time that in my youth I went far astray
I when looking back, see it like it was yesterday
And can yet again feel the pangs of a love destroyed
This may now, see the bright cleansing light of day
From wild youth, when I once let my vanity hold sway.
Decided to not edit this, leave it as was written when in
throes of deepest sorrows, heart was cut to shreds..
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Rare day- I wrote a poem today, after my having presented this one above that was
about 45 years old. here it is- inspired by a comment Sam made on the older poem...-Tyr
In Ancient Graveyard Of Hidden Poems, Truth Danced
In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man let verses sing as they pranced
Yet folly was true, gambling on love I chanced
Soon knight fallen, through guilty heart I was lanced!
Day and night took turns as my sad soul they burned
As my life wept, inner oceans spun and churned
Growing sick as each dark, crying page was turned
In despair, I tore my hair- feeling love spurned
Now lost -get her back, any cost- I so yearned!
First of many, sorrowing and guilt aplenty
I saw world die, had my cries and turned twenty
Far too blue to work I woke without a penny
With my life destroyed and debts far too many
I begged midnight moon send my loving Jenny!
As dawn its golden light therein so brightly shown
Paid no bills, fled I to barn deeply overgrown
While feeling free, woe was me- nothing did I own
Wicked dreams, they came with nightmarish undertones
Break of day, hills they sway with- my loud aching moans!
In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man let verses sing as they pranced
Yet folly was true, gambling on love I chanced
Soon knight fallen, through guilty heart I was lanced!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2021
Rhyme,
( As The Wind Blew Its Sounding Trumpet )
Note:
Thank YOU, Sam Kauffman for the idea to
think about composing this poem based
upon my comment made in my note given
In my new poem this morn,
**Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea**
" This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems."
I went right to it and this new creation I wrote..
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[Post 1157]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-17-2021 05:32 AM
Chained To This World, Chained To My Fate
Chained to this world, chained to my Fate.
I want love, sadly feel it is too late.
I see beauty of Nature's speckled fawn
Yet feel not glory of soft-rising dawn
Life is a battle, never been my friend
In all my nightmarish dreams, I beg its end
Once was a dream-kiss but that is over
The bees all died in the poison clover
Now wicked world lands heartache at my feet
In this life, one wins only if they cheat
I remember that day, that horrid date
When love left me, left me to my Fate!
Chained to this world, chained to my Fate.
I want love, sadly feel it is too late.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2021
Revised from the original,
that was composed back in 1976.
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[Post 1158]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-20-2021 08:53 AM
When I Rethink Glory Days Of My Youth
When I rethink glory days of my youth
I always find some sad and bitter truths
First is, world and reality always bites
And to rise above, one must always fight
Be it at dawn's sweet rise and dark of night!
In recalling, see my deeds my failings
All my past, all my current new wailings
Bitter the wind that bears that sadden news
With it comes another round of the blues
And thus, I vow in life to better choose!
In that lonesome state of deep pondering
Mind continues its inner wanderings
Recreating fantasies to relieve
This heart and soul from dark that deceives
Walk again the path that blessings receives!
When I rethink glory days of my youth
I always find some sad and bitter truths
First is, world and reality always bites
And to rise above, one must always fight
Be it at dawn's sweet rise and dark of night!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-20-2021
Rhyme, ( Seeking Better To This Life See)
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[Post 1159]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-22-2021 10:19 AM
Awesome Gems, As Were Set By Divine Measure
The Sun, a shimmering sky fired lake
Oft penetrating the soul, body and heart
No worries, shining glow it never fakes
Radiant beauty it freely imparts!
Who has never sang praises for its gifts
Those stirring dawns, its beauty basking in
Flow, oft as fine as a great guitar rift
Bequeathing, that which we beg for again!
The Sky, O' the grace of its flowing blue
Oft so deeply -setting hearts aflutter
In youth, we reached for it as we grew
Tho' from its raging storms we oft shutter
Awesome when we see heavenly night views
And dare to ponder in our wealth of dreams
Oft we'd fly up to live if we could choose
Float away in its bright galactic streams!
The Sun, the Sky, our earth's beautiful dome
Indeed, both a most sweet blessed treasure
Nature's allies - its bounty in this our home
Awesome gems, as were set by divine measure!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2021
Rhyme,
( Dreams And Word Painting The Beauty That Came Forth )
Note:
This creation, inspired by a most blessed
and beautiful dream last night. A poet must
consider such golden treasure as is gifted
and rise to the occasion to preserve it in
poetic verses, to give back unto the world.
Even when ones muse says, "you are not up
to the task my friend"! One quite simply
must then so dare!
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[Post 1160]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-23-2021 01:45 PM
I Go There But Just Cannot Get It Back
I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
But no loud trains run down that iron track
I was young then, strong and very much bolder.
I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
Time has left me only an empty sack
And reminders of lies I once told her.
I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it
That sweet music of love and heart sounding
The kind that once so well soothed my spirit
I feel in prison now darkness surrounding.
I beg, beg loud to yet again hear it
That sweet music of love and heart sounding
O'lord that darkness I do so fear it
In dreams rabid beasts are my life hounding.
I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
But no loud trains run down that iron track
I was young then, strong and very much bolder.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2021
Rhyme, repetition and revelations
Note One :
Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth
Yet again I went to small town of my youth
Yet only silence was there to be found
And in these iron chains I am still bound
Yet try as I may and try as I might
Getting it back is an impossible fight
And no matter the bitter tears I bleed
Time and Fate both gladly deny my need
But when the dam breaks and I feel that urge
Through these veins aching red blood surge
I find myself racing down that old path
Praying against hope, against life's dark wrath
Searching, searching , searching for a lost truth
Yet again I went to small town of my youth
Yet only silence was there to be found
And in these iron chains I am still bound.
Note Two:
You just can never go back!!!
Note Three:
This was to be in my third Creation Blog
but it was not completed in time. As the
Note One Part, had not came to me yet,,,,
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[Post 1161]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-24-2021 04:41 PM
The Late Night Consultation, The Compromise, The New Delusion
Three nights of sadness, each a woe'some torture,
on that narrow ledge a cold raging deep within
I having lost that which I had foresworn to hold
and in that realization- saw myself as a true fool.
While wearing a smooth path on the silent floor
apathy and pain, moonlit beams beat on a crying soul
no amount of self-delusion calmed that sorrow
nor gave reprieve from guilt of a rash youthful act.
Sure there were those moments that I almost won
a compromise between aching heart and sad soul
but reality- its harsh resurrection invaded the scene
and dark despair into the room again loomed large.
Nothing to do but find a way to wake to a new dawn
get busy again with life and its many paths to take
yes, such clever deception had oft worked in the past
and does not each dawn promise a desirous new start?
Robert J. Lindley, free verse ,original Jan23rd 1977
Reworked, 6-24-2021
( In a self-discovering look back at life )
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[Post 1162]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-25-2021 10:09 AM
There In The Fast Fading Shadows Of Looming Dusk
There in the fast fading shadows of looming dusk
emptiness sighing as space in an empty husk
broken only by the dark whispering of Fate
and swirls of wind playing savage tunes of- "too late",
Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door
attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore
or remain here to feel coming of midnight blues
assume courage, to fight in a better man's shoes!
Woe the poorer choices in this life we must make
to seize the fleeting moment or else bake a cake
whilst waiting for saving grace that oft does not come
hoping and finding, the gain is less than the sum,
Shall I, step back and deny this dark, dooming hour
beg heart and soul to again gift that awesome power
or else just flip a coin, let Fate again decide
renew life or else in emptiness again hide?
Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door.
Attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-25-2021
Rhyme, ( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )
Note: Truly blessed are those that have never had
to face such adversity in life. That which youth is
almost always incapable of making the correct decision.
Wherein greater wisdom was demanded and youth had
not yet gained such. And sometimes never does...
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[Post 1163]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-26-2021 09:56 PM
From The Saddest Depths Of Bitter Despair
Within this heart love born
once beloved now scorn
fills each little crevice
life seems out of service
bitter cold turns the wind
dark sets its pains to send
Alas! Loneliness reaps
broken shards into heaps
while moonlight will not shine
on these blues I now dine
and the aches seem endless
here, I am now friendless
dark on this soul assails
nobody hears my wails
In this chasm I soft weep
So, so cold, dark and deep
Within this heart love born.
Once beloved now scorn.
R.J. Lindley, JAN 25TH 1979
Dark rhyme
( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )
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[Post 1164]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-27-2021 09:36 AM
Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny
Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge
Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
vowing truest of loving never dies.
Each longing for fever of midnight dreams
welcoming beats of tender, aching cries
Whilst wading through youthful life as a team
insuring their foresworn oath never dies.
In the distance, bright pharos blinking glow
As if in time with lovers longing hearts
Each in night's waning hours wanting to know
Again that sweet each loving kiss imparts.
Deep rising crescendo of true love's ache
With romantic, sensual - hot delights
Rhythm of loving taste as tide's splashing breaks
As two hearts gasps beauty of tender nights.
Waking to vernal freshness of dawn's rays
Giving thanks for bounty of love's blessings
As each, across the ocean bows to pray
Love's eternity - both are confessing.
R.J. Lindley, original May 2nd 1980
Romanticism, ( The beautiful hope of life, youth and love )
Edit, 9-27- 2006, 6-3-2021, 6-26-2021
Note:
(1.) *pharos=
(lowercase) any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.
(2.)*vernal=
ver·nal /'v?rnl/ , adjective
of, in, or appropriate to spring.
Note two-
Excuse the many edits but fate, time, future insights
demanded a few changes from the original as was
first composed by a very none world hardened poet of
a mere youthfully blind 26 years old, in the year
of 1980.
Removed were several dark verses warning of the
many pitfalls of love and life that I, as have so very
many other young lads- found to be a quite sad part of
love when it fails. This new and heavily edited version
represents the beauty and blessing of love when it
triumphs and gifts its dearest, greatest sweet treasures….
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[Post 1165]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-29-2021 10:27 PM
Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat
Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!
That ringing throughout the place came alive
The cat swiftly raced to the backdoor
Soon as it opened in it would dive
To chase away mice was its daily chore
Table set with coffee, eggs and pancakes
Surrounded by those hungry mouths to feed
So delicious like only grandma could make
Out we went to fed livestock and plant seeds.
Midnoon the roses glowed vibrant red
Each paid homage to life and mother sun
Decked around the porch and the old shed
Grandma watered them having such fun
That garden and her kids her pride and joy
She still agile and spry at eighty two
With sweet memories of her three young boys
She thanking God for her wonderful life
Had loved being a mother and wife.
Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2021
Rhyme, ( Those were the glory days of youth )
Note:
As was promised, I wrote this new poem today,
using the phrase, the silent cat leapt-as was noted
from the haiku in my new blog, title-
"The Image, The Inner Reaches Of The Mind"
Thank you, James Marshall Goff for noting it
as your favorite line of that poem….
I promised to write a poem using that phrase
and have now done so.
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[Post 1166]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-30-2021 12:09 PM
From The Depths Of A Shadowy Ford
" the crystal dream of a sun-nurtured soul."-- quote by RJL
I, will seek the silent ways'
unknown in summer days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things, -
The brook that sings
Its murmuring song
The woodland shade along,
The moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning Sun
Vanish in beauty, and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusty men.
I wouldst forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.
I will arise
And leave you, and thus find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your swift-run days;
My ways
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours.
R.J. Lindley, (early or else mid 70's)
Classicism, (From words born and a sweeter life sought )
Note-
Taking a break today to review some of my old poems
from the ancient days of youth, innocent truth,
dreams, life , love and a hard scrabble to exist with a
poet's heart, a warrior's spirit and dark inner rage that
always sought to destroy me then.
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[Post 1167]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-01-2021 03:19 PM
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part One
The ancient stone, here Raven bled
Cursed and flew away alone
To follow the dark and make its night-bed
Unholy accursed path, bloody the stone
From the abyss, into light of the earth
With Fate and anger, its darkest of hands
A beast reborn - shadow of devil's worth
A repugnant new plague upon this land.
Woe! To the unsuspecting that are blind
Wading through life, unaware of the beast
A heart slayer, infester of the mind
Ravenous for innocence, its great feast
Invisible to most, a curse to few
Relentless in darkest of wicked guile
Ever seeking the cries of victims new
Witty its bold actions, patience its style.
For centuries it search to he then meet
And with the cleverness of its black wit
At his house uninvited take a seat
Torment nightly, drive insane- bit by bit
Blind to the ghastly creature was young Poe
He that life and love had been so tragic
Raven decided, put on a fine show
By showcasing its best evil magic.
First to wake its victim at midnight hour
An ungodly screech a soft tapping sound
From the walls, using its wicked powers
Then whisper, to further its victim hound
For years Poe pretended not to such hear
He was busy, with writing his great verse
No time for such nonsense, no time for fear
Deny the truth of this tiresome new curse
In so doing, shut out this bothersome beast
Pen sweeter words of love and write, write, write
Enjoy fame, his being toast of the East
Phantom ignore, that newborn curse of night
Yet to Raven, this was but the new game
Had it not, its greatest victim now found
And in glee, flew aloft screaming that name
Swearing an oath to one day have Poe bound.
Robert J. Lindley, started Sept 4th, 1979
Rhyme, Narrative
Note:
Part one of three, this from the original that was never completed.
Edited-- with now to write the two remaining parts to complete
the dark tale.
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[Post 1168]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-06-2021 10:47 PM
Walk A Straight Road, And Never Spit Into The Wind
Yes to the morn and its ravishing glows
As a male I was born, with strength to spare
Complete with hairy chest and stubby toes
Reared to fight on a bet and a dare
Thank God and Fate I a warrior true born
Walked the walk and bucked the wild horse
Learned to grab the old bull by the horns
Was taught to faithfully stay the true course.
Now this man remembers such wise advice
Walk straight road, never spit into the wind
Be a kind and true friend, learn to play nice
Live life fully right up until the end.
Slow sip whiskey, give women due respect.
Work hard, never your loved ones neglect.
R.J. Lindley, Aug. 21st 1975
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[Post 1169]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-09-2021 01:51 PM
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three
For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres
Yet Poe now keenly aware this was no dream
And with accursed fever, praying it to cease
Sought help from a young friend to form a team
Anything, anything to gain his release.
Raven now knew it was time to a truth real
That soon, very soon, it would make Poe cry
And with fiendish delight his true love kill
And forever all of his happiness deny
That night Poe lost it, flew into a rage
Scribing vows that few men would dare to utter
His blood was ink splashing onto each page
Gnashing teeth as each word he would mutter.
Raven too had hatched a brilliant new plan
A week he invisibly watched -showing no sign
Having realized Poe that was no ordinary man
Watching with hellish glee, as Poe scribed each line
This great battle was to be a battle of wits
Spread from night skies down to Plutonian shores
Beneath burning rocks into dark putrid pits
Two warriors set about to even the scores.
Poe rose each morn, a new fire in his steady eyes
For he could not Raven's dreaded threat forget
He must never blink- always seek to true prize
For nothing like this beast had he ever met
Raven each night, flew up from far below
With only inflicting pain on its hellish mind
That its hate was immense and each night grows
Could not see, that it would soon make it blind.
Thinking, smiling with time, time was on its side
And had not Fate to its evil demands agreed
Raven wings stretched for a victory ride
So very content to watch Poe's heart bleed
Yet Fate and Poe both decried its dark heart
In determination was born a plan
One sure to upset Raven's applecart
Must be executed as a long range plan.
It would use Raven's immense vanity
As well rely on a couple old traps
Twist or two to test Raven's sanity
And have Raven running few hundred laps
Poe who had never depended on Fate
Was all in as it was sure to go well
Raven would discover it far too late
And wake to again find itself in Hell.
First to inform about the game, Poe's friend
A young lad most clever and truly bright
He would have to hate Poe, only pretend
And make Raven believe it that dark night
Now to get the dagger and blood-red ink
Rehearse the scene while Raven was away
Water down the whiskey Poe was to drink
And in its success each sincerely pray.
Night again came, Raven was there with glee
Raven sat with its happy evil soul
Poe's room was dark almost too dark to see
Was necessary to achieve the goal
Poe began by decrying his sad plight
The constant torment was driving him mad
Complaining this agony was not right
What had he ever done that was so bad?
Muttering how his life he would soon end
And join his beloved in that dark place
Death take me, Poe called- this poor soul send
That again I may see her pretty face
Raven watching, thought this is what I need
Poe destroyed dying in deep disgrace
Beg I true evil let me see him bleed
No other joy could ever this replace!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2021
Rhyme
Note:
Part three is about halfway written, to complete
this horror tale it will be quite a bit longer than
the previous two parts and will definitely require
some time to edit and finalize... So bear with me
as my having been ill has slowed me down a lot.
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[Post 1170]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-13-2021 05:31 AM
Raging Waters
From the glow of dawn and its golden rays
comes the promise of life and so much more
therein love's bounty its mysterious ways,
life rewards and opens beautiful doors.
The many that are blind to such true gifts
sadly walk into the dark to succumb
to the raging waters deep and so swift
in futile silent passage blind and dumb.
R.J. Lindley, Sept, 2nd, 1974
( The tragedy of those so very lost and blind )
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[Post 1171]
Author : LongTermGuy
Date : 07-14-2021 09:15 PM
Raging Waters
From the glow of dawn and its golden rays
comes the promise of life and so much more
therein love's bounty its mysterious ways,
life rewards and opens beautiful doors.
The many that are blind to such true gifts
sadly walk into the dark to succumb
to the raging waters deep and so swift
in futile silent passage blind and dumb.
R.J. Lindley, Sept, 2nd, 1974
( The tragedy of those so very lost and blind )
Eye of the storm- Ryan Stevenson:
"In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
And in the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
When the solid ground is falling out from underneath my feet
Between the black skies, and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I've been sold out by my friends and my family
I can feel the rain reminding me
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
Mmm, when my hopes and dreams are far from me
And I'm runnin' out of faith
I see the future I picture slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache
Are pouring down my face
I find my peace in Jesus' name
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm (in the eye of the storm)
When the test comes in and the doctor says
I've only got a few months left
It's like a bitter pill I'm swallowing
I can barely take a breath
And when addiction steals my baby girl
And there's nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You
I trust You, Lord
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (yeah!)
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
Oh, in the eye of
Lord, in the eye of the storm
I know You're watching me, yeah
Ay
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing
You're still holding on...
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing (
You're still holding on, ooh
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
Even when my flesh is failing
You're still holding on, holding on
The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He let's me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me"
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[Post 1172]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-15-2021 10:08 AM
Eye of the storm- Ryan Stevenson:
"In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
And in the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
When the solid ground is falling out from underneath my feet
Between the black skies, and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I've been sold out by my friends and my family
I can feel the rain reminding me
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
Mmm, when my hopes and dreams are far from me
And I'm runnin' out of faith
I see the future I picture slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache
Are pouring down my face
I find my peace in Jesus' name
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm (in the eye of the storm)
When the test comes in and the doctor says
I've only got a few months left
It's like a bitter pill I'm swallowing
I can barely take a breath
And when addiction steals my baby girl
And there's nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You
I trust You, Lord
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (yeah!)
In the eye of the storm
You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war
You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor
When my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
Oh, in the eye of
Lord, in the eye of the storm
I know You're watching me, yeah
Ay
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing
You're still holding on...
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
When my flesh is failing (
You're still holding on, ooh
When the storm is raging
And my hope is gone
Even when my flesh is failing
You're still holding on, holding on
The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He let's me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me"
A truly great artist and a great song.
My favorite is his song- ""Tennessee Whiskey""....
Such magnificent lyrics , amplified by that magnificent singing voice he has.
I just presented a youtube video of the song in the music thread here below - What are you listening to?
So much of that song was a part of my life, my wild youth. --Tyr
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[Post 1173]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-17-2021 10:44 AM
True Love Can Only Come From True And Sincere Heart
He cried, lord grant me one kiss,
Tis her lips I so dearly miss,
dark curls set her beauty apart
my angel that has won this heart
I that such treasure deserve not
my love she has forever got
no other sweetheart can compare
she of blue eyes and raven hair.
A soft answer came back as this,
Truth is, you - she so dearly miss.
She cried, God bless our new life,
I pray, only to be his wife
his touch, a sensual treasure
our nights to be sweetest treasure
I ask for such true wedded bliss
he gifts eternity each kiss
please bless our future together
with faith, to life's bad times weather.
A soft answer came back as this,
Love shall bring you, his lips to kiss.
As all was said, down came the word,
Your sincere pleas and faith was heard
you both, loving true, will be wed
blessed will be your marriage bed
treasure will be born of deep love
future blessings sent from above
such be written, such shall be done
you will have what your love has spun.
A last reply then to them came,
Light comes, as one honors my name.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-17- 2021
Romanticism,
( With Love, Truth, Faith and Hope- Blessings Abound )
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:40:00 AM
With about a dozen edits, decided this was a finished piece. So presented it. Now perhaps she may see I can write other than dark verse. Although with me- dark verse- is indeed a dear passion. And to me represents that which is the other side of the coin in this world that we -all- know has so very much darkness in it.. A fact, that poetry's ever so very rich history- so clearly and magnificently reveals to those that look..
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:35:00 AM
This was born this morn because my wife read my new blog on the master Poet, Edgar Allan Poe. She then asked me why do your write about so much dark? Can you not write about positive things- perhaps about love? I replied yes I can. She replied, well then show me a good new romantic poem if you can and I mean today before I come home from work.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/17/2021 8:35:00 AM
CONTINUED-- A challenge to me is a challenge to be honored. So I read about 5 dozen sonnets, many of which were composed by great poets here....... Then I read a few more by Byron, and by Shakespeare as well. Grabbed a pen and inked this first onto paper. Then into my digital note.
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[Post 1174]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-19-2021 01:19 PM
Hell, It Aint No Fad, But Best I Forget It
I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it
Life is just a broken heart disease
And not golden treasure that please
But that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
Tis my dying soul they want to seize
And lost spirit in this earthen form
O' tis darkness, the evil in terra form
I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it
Love is the harvest but mine is absent
A hero's sword is straight but mine is bent
It is a moonlit night and I'm a'cryin
I've lost my true sight, I am a'dyin
Comes that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
I beg forgiveness for all of my lyin'
I want it bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it aint no fad, but best I forget it
R.J. Lindley, 1973
Lyric, -when life was a dream- a hope
Edited, 1977, April 07-1979
Today, 7-19-2021
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[Post 1175]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-21-2021 07:24 PM
Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains, A Short Series
Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
There, vigilant bronze feeds the steeds of war
Within long silent shadows, there you are
Lost child, sired from Prometheus unbound
Promise of a golden harvest not found.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 12th 1981
Wisdom From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
Attitudes and platitudes- hold that thought
Sad child, in your wicked lies you are caught
Crimson tinges sets the flower apart
Far too late after the last ship departs.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 15th 1981
Justice From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
You smiled licking your frosty callous thumb
Felt injustice, when struck both deaf and dumb
Laughed out loud as you rode your horse to death
Cursing that gift under your angry breath.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 19th 1981
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[Post 1176]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-23-2021 05:28 AM
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Three of Three
There came hammer knocking on the back door
As Poe was acting out pitiful moans
Raven thought, could this be from Hell's dark shore
Another beast hearing anguishing groans
Then a sweet young voice, from a mortal man
Asking entry from his friend Master Poe
Raven mused, more fish for frying pan
Tonight shall be a most delightful show!
Poe look startled but said, "enter young lord"
I was merely rehearsing for a play
Pray tell me what news for I am bored
And this has been a truly dreadful day
Young Luke crossed the room and bowed low
Rising gave Poe the dagger as a gift
Asking, Master Poe why this strange request
And your odd message, bring it and be swift.
Poe took the weapon with a sad, sad look
In a wailing voice said- "this is my Fate"
As he did so his entire body shook
He in soft voice moaned, you are not too late
Young Luke was startled and a bit confused
Have you such sorrows as to death invite
Asking, for this you would not have used
A dear friend, to bring this sharp blade tonight!
No sooner said, than Raven cried, "no not yet"
Poe you must not, I need far more than this
Too soon, dark master and I have a bet
And next blood moon is to be your death kiss
Poe and Luke pretended to not such hear
As Luke moved and blocked Raven's view
Raven almost exploded from the fear
When Luke that loud cry gave, Raven then knew!
Alas! Raven thought such must never be
This calamity that has foiled my plan
Was never what Fate and I did agree
Not for this hideous and loathsome man
Fate, have you our agreement now went back on
Did not our sworn oath -we in hot-blood swear
And both splash our venom on the bloodstone
This, after my accursed soul I bare!
As Luke stepped back, there Poe in blood lay
That dagger to the hilt stick in his chest
Luke fell to his knees, God forgive I pray
May our brother Poe now have peaceful rest
Raven beside itself, at thus being cheated
Cursed sky, cursed even louder Fate
As Luke into far corner retreated
Raven came forward to eat from that plate.
As Raven neared, his invisible cloak fell
Approaching were Master Poe had died
And from distant hill the midnight church bell
Rang in tune with those tears Raven cried
Leaning closer to whisper in Poe's ear
Raven over dead master hovered
Saying, this fresh blood my soul now so cheers
I shall taste it and my face now smother!
With its ghastly black tongue it licked
As it got that first bloody red-ink taste
Would know it had been cleverly tricked
Poe acted swiftly, with no time to waste
The dagger plunged into Raven's chest
Raven felt its razor sharp silver blade
Poe said, I send thee to your hellish nest
And to the death that your evil hath made!
Then Raven vanished into thin air
Room suddenly lit up with golden light
A glowing angel then appeared there
Allowing Poe and Luke to see its sight
With a joyful shout it sang right on out
You shall both be truly, deeply blessed
And with deep pride walk this world all about
Raven now this failure has confessed.
Luke spoke first, saying but Raven is dead
How can it, such confession ever speak
Poe, did you hear what this angel has said
Raven can again into our world sneak
Poe addressed the angel, is this true
That foul beast can innocent souls aggrieve
Did it not receive the death it was due
Or has Fate- Luke and I now so deceived?
Angel replied, that was Raven's first death
Evil beast has six more deaths to endure
Before that savage thing takes its last breath
Earth not see it's like, of that I assure
Poe said, of this night I shall set in verse
We must ever be on guard and alert
And remember this beast is a dark curse
That lives to get revenge and mankind hurt!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2021
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe
Part Three of Three
Note:
Presented as composed- unedited
Note_
Total of three parts, composed in a total of 200
rhyming verses....This is part three- the conclusion.
A dark tale, in rhyme and with the epic struggle
between Raven and Master Poe.
Raven with yet more six more lives to infest earth
and thus plague Poe and whomever it chooses.
I myself have heard the late night knocking but
but laughed it off and set mousetraps -knowing
that disbelief is a stout shield…. Admitting that
such is a reality may bring in an unwanted guest….
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1177]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-24-2021 08:42 AM
Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains,
Series Conclusion
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Soft Cries From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
I 've broken the deep silence that is profound
Slept amidst low cracklings of dying leaves
Lent my heart, sold it pennies on the pound
But, tis agony of your loss that grieves.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 24th 1981
Quatrain
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Mere Shreds From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
You begged to rest on this rocky ground
Lying just beneath that cold chamber door
Midnight pains hardly made a frantic sound
Yet pride lost whilst making pitiful score.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 26th 1981
Quatrain
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Voided From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
You limp on your bitter, frost-bitten foot
And I, my dying soul cry all the more
There in that love-torn basket love was put
You left seeking gems on another shore.
R.J. Lindley , Nov. 27th 1981
Quatrain
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Whispers From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
In fresh twilight, loving whispers float free
Life echoed young call to remember love
Hope rested under its usual shade tree
Massive cold raindrops fell from far above.
R.J. Lindley , Dec 2nd 1981
Quatrain
*****
Waking From The Remnants Of Broken Chains
There waits truth, far beyond the shoreless sea
Waves lashing and bright bold thunder crashing
In world, where life was a magical tree
With all the lakes and mighty fish splashing.
R.J. Lindley , Dec 9th 1981
Quatrain
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[Post 1178]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-01-2021 09:09 PM
Once I Thought This Of Magic Poetry
Once I thought this of magic poetry
All was there as a most wonderful sea
So foolish, that was me forgetting this
Tis not that simple to enjoy such bliss
For great verses are born by ink and pen
Alas! These must come from souls of mere men
Mortals that are of weaken flesh and blood
Some that live, to drag others through the mud!
Once I thought life wonderful poetry
Forever a treasure and part of me
So foolish, such as that so naively think
And in that sweet dream, forget to ever blink!
But this world is dark and full of hard knocks.
Although sad blues reign, poetry still rocks!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021
Rhyme,
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[Post 1179]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-04-2021 02:33 PM
One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From The Fridge.
Why did I write, " I do truly love her"
Carve love lost hope into innocent bark
She that had called me a surly cur
An insult that left a deep hidden mark.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
This love-storm, its endless revolutions
Far worse than a tempest and a hanging
From dark depths of mankind's evolution
The hard invisible blows still clanging.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
Insanity- to love so futilely
Live in past dreams - under a falling bridge
Follow along, so damn dutifully
One whose devilish heart comes from the fridge.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
R.J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973
Rhyme
( From within the frozen and heartless Void )
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[Post 1180]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-06-2021 05:25 AM
At Home, Resting After A Sweet Morning Trek
Cool and sweet
Laced with gentle streams
The treasure of forested hills
Forest sighs, and afternoon delight
'neath welcoming sky.
Souls they touch
Hearts they enthrall
Day or night
Embrace this spirit
Soothe with that colorful treasure
O giant that awaits the dawn
Welcome this eager friend.
R.J. Lindley, Sept 03-1973
( After A Much Needed Visit )
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[Post 1181]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2021 05:28 PM
Remembering-that which was precious and lost
both youth and the time spent with my beloved dad
when a child I saw the beauty of gleaming frost
that revelation made this soul happy and glad.....8-07-2021
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Default A Tribute To An Old Man
I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back, making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man.
One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.
For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
own father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..-Tyr
Just An Old Man
Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!
An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!
An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!
An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!
An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!
Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!
An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)
NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man.
He passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.
Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 212
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[Post 1182]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-13-2021 07:51 AM
The Banquet At Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru
Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again
Massacre - born, demon-fed influence
Wherein greed met a savage confluence
No doubt that somewhere there was gleaming gold
And for that armored saviors, their souls sold!
Light and history records that foul deed
More the pity that they had massive greed
Kind that fears not, shedding innocent blood
And upon heathen ground cast a red flood
Dare one ask, where light, love and mercy fled
As that day even the stones flowed with red
No price too steep to reap golden treasure
Did it to such heroes it give pleasure!
In this savage world such was forgotten
No blame laid on those so truly rotten
Men of prowess, deepest faith and true hearts
Darkness of which greed's hands so oft imparts
They that murdered for gold and power
While feasting in their false golden towers
Shall not God's true judgment ever evade
For true justice demands a price be paid!
Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme
Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_events_named_massacres
November 16, 1532 Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru Cajamarca massacre ~2,000
The Battle of Cajamarca was the unexpected ambush and seizure of the Inca ruler Atahualpa by a small Spanish force led by Francisco Pizarro, on November 16, 1532. The Spanish killed thousands of Atahualpa's counsellors, commanders and unarmed attendants in the great plaza of Cajamarca, and caused his armed host outside the town to flee. The capture of Atahualpa marked the opening stage of the conquest of the pre-Columbian Inca civilization of Peru.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1183]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-14-2021 04:08 PM
Back In The Autumn Of '73
Born from memory distant scene
rooster crowed, then peacock's preen
set the stage for a summer trek
hope alive, but barely a speck
as life its great mysteries hid
auction on, I made my first bid.
Discovery was the youthful aim
life was then thought to be a game
yet world had far different plans
educate with pain this blind man
and that by way of a love lost
born when flowers fear the first frost.
What was sent was taken away.
Deep agony lives 'til this day.
R. J. Lindley,
Snap sonnet- ( The dark that comes and oft overwhelms )
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[Post 1184]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-16-2021 05:44 AM
Of Night Ascendant, Soft Capricious Moon
Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.
Traversing immanent course with our God
Through appalling world, may we safely trod.
Throughout life, we our flowering seeds sow
Rising to dawn's call, its majestic glows.
Daring to deny world's dark temptations
Live true, within Light's illuminations.
Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.
R.J. Lindley, 1980
Rhyme ( Wherein A Soul Finds Salvation )
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[Post 1185]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-21-2021 10:37 AM
As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions
But if truth and light grace your soul
And a wisdom shields heart and mind,
You may in life hope for the best
As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient illusions
And either we come to know or not know
That to this dark world- we are less than nothing.
O truth! Does life and love gift all we need
As that gaze from stars crying while looking down
We then, that are not born of eternal seeds
Wade through this ever changing realm
Mired in the darkness which patiently lies, waiting within!
In love we think we are flowers blooming forever
In gardens devoid of decay
Yet invisible beyond that veil
Are powers that seethe in anger
Things that seek to destroy, and eat us alive.
Such foreboding exists, as does ground beneath bare and roaming feet
Although in blindness we see only with limited sight we have
Prone to seek peace, love and beauty,
We conjure up fantasies and dreams
Illusions that quell our deep and internal fears!
Ah, gone are days of the magical gods
They which could be insured to take the blame
Those that set us into perils, into savage wars
In our ignorance we saw- the gods played and wreaked havoc
As we, heaped upon this world mysterious gifts of darkness
And paraded forth as if living was a mere game
A thing which we mastered, a monster we truly controlled.
And in that deception we saw imagined gods that we had conquered
And we imagined the Gods that we had become-through our magnificent being!
Robert J. Lindley, May 20th 1989
Verse
Note: Deleted
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[Post 1186]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-22-2021 05:45 PM
My three, Bliss Carman- dedication poems.
I composed first two last week and the third
poem, very early this morn.
(1.)
New Dawn, Blessed Gems With Love So Gifted
From morning glow, into soft basking day,
Sacred the time, in life and love we pray,
We converse, we laugh, and hope we embrace-
Fallen man, rectified by God's pure grace.
For divine light that gifts its tender glows,
Healing us from our pains, sorrows and woes,
Upon earth and we mortals so in need
Of saving balm as in darkness we bleed.
Evidenced by Nature's constant gifts
Words heavenly sent that our souls uplift
We so blessed, can thank our living God
As upon this our earth, we daily trod.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2021
Cumque esset mane, meridiem haec anima et haec leniter demulcens blanditiis
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(2.)
Beauty Of Sunset And A Life With Love
Behold! Dawn with its ravishing beauty
Life must be more than a slavish duty
From golden shores unto whispering hills
Let love enter, until treasures it spills
Understand precious touch of womankind
For upon earth - that is the gold we find.
Accept all we have and our daily bread
With love's bounty one is truly well fed
Wake unto morning's new resplendent calls
One is blessed without great golden walls.
Walk with Nature unto its forest crown
Flee a spell away from idle town
See and feel the wonders of God's own hands
As life's beauty gifts its most wondrous strands.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2021
In medio annorum vivifica me dulcis rufus occasum
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(3.)
Love Exists As Notes From A Warbler's Throat
Love exists as notes from a warbler's throat
On life's fleeting winds truth so gaily floats
Over mountains steep and sweet meadows below
Bringing along heart's beauty in its tow
Salvation comes with prayer's truest breath
Conquering woes and even mortal death.
Earth has awaken since first dawning of Man.
Grinning, dancing, spinning- as only it can.
Life and Nature need not fight as they do
Certain harmony is long overdue
Love cries out life must find a better way
Than sad darkness, with its shadowy grays.
Earth has awaken since first dawning of Man.
Grinning, dancing, spinning- as only it can.
Love exists as notes from a warbler's throat
On life's fleeting winds truth so gaily floats
Over mountains steep and sweet meadows below
Bringing along heart's beauty in its tow.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-22-2021
May poetica amoris et verum in aeternum nuptui
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[Post 1187]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-27-2021 05:58 AM
I Swear A Sincere Oath Each Arriving New Morn
Amidst wreckage and sorrows dwelling deep
I fight to beautiful memories keep
To break dark that threatens to engulf me
So oft swamped by storms from crashing seas
I a floating leaf in massive expanse
Lonely and bereft of heart's true romance.
I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.
I swear sincere oath each arriving morn
To thus battle, to mend this life so torn
Not as a warrior to brave or too proud
Or a timid soul hiding in the crowd
But instead as a hopeful refugee
One so desperate and too mad to flee.
I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.
Once eager heart beat in me and much more
Long ago, I strolled sweet white sand shores
Singing with light and dancing in fine tune
Under summer sun in the month of June
Watching rolling waves and that deep blue sea
As a young lad, not this old refugee.
I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.
I swear sincere oath each arriving morn
To thus battle, to mend this life so torn
Not as a warrior to brave or too proud
Or a timid soul hiding in the crowd
But instead as a hopeful refugee
One so desperate and too mad to flee.
I walk beneath wondrous beaming blue skies.
Ever seeking that which time now denies.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2021
Rhyme, ( New Writing To Refill The Cookie Jar )
"We race on trying to regain our youth,
vanquished by reality and truth." RJL quote
"Nos currere ad trying ad repetendam adolescentia nostra:
victa rei veritatem."
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1188]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-29-2021 06:02 AM
New Life Given And Glows Of A Golden Crown
A pity, stark indifference and sad
Paths taken into that darkness and woe
It is not that world and all life is bad
As willful blindness we let evil grow
In course of that we build a blacken room
Mold iron shutters to deny the light
Glorify our dancing in that black tomb
And learn to love evil that parades at night!
Yet if eyes are opened we can see
Just how deeply we into darkness fell
Fathomless horror found we seek to flee
Away from those blinding gates of Hell
Realization wakes to light's sweet breath
Salvation leading to a clear road seen
Away from eager hands of fated death
And former life that was truly obscene!
Rising to dawn's glow and a golden crown
We again find life and love's blessed touch
Walking from our former shallow renown
We may again paint with a joyous brush!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2021
Romanticism,
( Treasure Found In True Light )
Note_
Written just this morn, born from
a conversation with a dear friend.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1189]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2021 03:55 AM
Memories Of The Long Sad Journey
Bitter cold that Saturday morning, I could see my breath parade before me.
No breakfast as I had quietly left the house and started my trek back to our old home.
Memories flooded my brain with each new turn along that dusty road.
Along with questions about why I was now so rebellious.
Quicker, walk quicker my heart and soul demanded. Do you not want to touch the
bedroom door where your father slept? Slept before that long dark sleep.
Slept in such pain and sorrow?
Yes, bellowed back my invisible friend.
frosty morning dew
loose pebbles crunched beneath feet
earth, morning sky paled
Halfway there, with my heart racing and anticipation heightened
I could almost imagine a real touch. A real touch of he- now lost to all eternity!
What wild thoughts come to a teenage soul and mind in its greatest of pains and sorrows.
Can death be denied? Can one bring back even for the briefest moment a loved one..
A father, a father!
blackbirds silent view...
wrapped in winter's sheen
light ahead, welcomed beacon
Walking up the short drive and onto the front porch. Only gone away half a year and such change found!
Silence, silence engulfed my thoughts. Struck numb as I entered our vacated home.
Home were my father had exhaled his last breath. Hand shaking as I reach for that doorknob..
What would I see? His ghost? Would I dare touch his ghost?
Walked into a cold and lonely room--nothing!
No smile, no hug, no long awaited touch!
Only tears, tears by the bucketful.
What had I come to find? Was I crazy to want to see, talk, touch one more time?
one old shoe, lonely
broken window, dusty mounds
bleak abandoned walls
I knew, knew this was it. Life gave no overs and no going back to happier times.
The terror of that reality, would it ever leave. Would it?
Father was dead and my life was over.
I walked out into this dark world ready to fight.
Fighting to be left alone, with my never ending sorrow and its sweet cuts....
Cuts embraced to keep my rage, to yet again feel,
defeat the icy numbness in a rebellious teenager's aching heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-05- 2017
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[Post 1190]
Author : Juicer66
Date : 09-05-2021 04:55 AM
Just something I doodled over Breakfast
Ich bin ein Holzfäller und fühl mich stark,
Ich schlaf des Nachts und hack am Tag.
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume, ich ess mein Brot,
Ich geh auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geh ich shopping,
Kau Kekse zum Kaffee.
Er fällt die Bäume, er isst sein Brot,
Er geht auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geht er shopping,
Kaut Kekse zum Kaffee.
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume und hüpf und spring,
Steck Blumen in die Vas'
Ich schlüpf in Frauenkleider
Und lümmel mich in Bars.
Er fällt Bäume, er hüpft und springt,
Steckt Blumen in die Vas'
Er schlüpft in Frauenkleider
Und lümmelt sich in Bars...?
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume, trag Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter.
Wär gern ein kleines Mädchen
So wie mein Onkel Walter.
Er fällt die Bäume, trägt Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter...?
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[Post 1191]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2021 05:08 AM
Just something I doodled over Breakfast
Ich bin ein Holzfäller und fühl mich stark,
Ich schlaf des Nachts und hack am Tag.
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume, ich ess mein Brot,
Ich geh auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geh ich shopping,
Kau Kekse zum Kaffee.
Er fällt die Bäume, er isst sein Brot,
Er geht auf das WC,
Am Mittwoch geht er shopping,
Kaut Kekse zum Kaffee.
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume und hüpf und spring,
Steck Blumen in die Vas'
Ich schlüpf in Frauenkleider
Und lümmel mich in Bars.
Er fällt Bäume, er hüpft und springt,
Steckt Blumen in die Vas'
Er schlüpft in Frauenkleider
Und lümmelt sich in Bars...?
Er ist ein Holzfäller und fühlt sich stark,
Er schläft des Nachts und hackt am Tag.
Ich fälle Bäume, trag Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter.
Wär gern ein kleines Mädchen
So wie mein Onkel Walter.
Er fällt die Bäume, trägt Stöckelschuh
Und Strumpf- und Büstenhalter...?
Very good, did you write this?????---Tyr
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[Post 1192]
Author : Juicer66
Date : 09-05-2021 05:14 AM
My Muse is boundless .
And I watched them in concert on Sky last night .
My little Schiklgrubers , as I call them .
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[Post 1193]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2021 09:10 AM
Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 1
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
O' deepest sorrows why were you thus cast
Allowing joy to fade away so fast
Had we not with truest hearts in love fled
Together, spirit and soul therein wed
Watching beauty of night's heavenly skies
World's evils we gave no thought or replies
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
How I now so grieve that ill-fated day
In my epic misery bow to pray
For sweet mercy and yet another shot
To live forever in our moonlit spot
Swearing to always refuse any goodbye
Such dark reality firmly deny
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving into our fever all we could
She the flighted arrow, I the strong bow
In our innocent youth fearing no blows
Living love's bounty, dreaming wondrous dreams
In sweet blindness, not seeing world's black schemes.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )
Note-
"Such sorrows of youth and the innocence that was our shield."
"Talibus aerumnas iuvenum et innocens clypei"
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[Post 1194]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2021 11:12 AM
Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) number 2
Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.
I wake from dreams and eager dawn I beg
Give me back love and my young dancing legs
For in this tired ole spirit hope still shines
I see Nature's beauty smell scented pines
Walk the ancient trails and rest a bit
Thank God my bloodline gives me heart and grit
Oft I wonder who now walks these old shoes
As lonely builds its walls and sings its blues.
Sun sets a glowing red, life welcomes soft night
Such a soulful peace allows no dark fright
In youth I found that time was not a friend
For took away joy as happy days end
And some nights radiant moon its rays hid
Reminding, fairy tales are just for kids
In those somber thoughts, her dear face appears
And then in waiting heart love romance sears.
Beauty waltzed in on my diamond dreams
While I a young lad wading rushing streams
There bright roses and lush gardens in bloom
Bringing me back from the darkness and gloom
How oft we wonder why happiness flees
Despite our prayers, our sincerest pleas
Yet tomorrow always comes, life moves on
Where we find beauty in a simple stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2021
Romanticism,
( What Once Was, And Can Never Be Again )
Note-
"I that hold hope as a long lost friend. Awaits its gifts"…
"I. Qui spem tam diu perditam teneo amici. Exspecta eius dona."
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[Post 1195]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-16-2021 12:59 PM
And In Rhapsody And Colors Life Flows
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows
About, beyond, into eternity
I see an ant, its miracle divine
Endless waves splash into infinity
Dare I ever try to my soul define?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
Through scenic beauty and heart's tender beats
I sift sweet flavors of salt laced air
Graving far more than life's woes to defeat
I marvel at the birds flying in pairs
What do they think of dangerous mankind
Can they know we are lost seeking our way
Amongst trash we so often leave behind
Racing ever onward without delay?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
I walk in a soft daze wondering why
Life to us seems a magnificent mystery
We think foolishly to our flaws deny
When evidence emits from history
Then a fine gem appears, a strange seashell
Its radiance singing a lullaby
Immediately comes a wondrous spell
Saying, "your life exists to heaven fly".
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows.
Robert J. Lindley, June 24, 1979
Romanticism
Old Note-
I hope so deeply that life stops being so damn hard
In my dreams it promises such wondrously sweet rewards.
New Note-
Even now with rhapsody and colors fading
Life cries out, live and love- we are still grading.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1196]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2021 05:08 PM
From Poetic Thoughts On Mankind And Its Accursed Fate
Hark! Grasp firm precious golden ray of moonlight
Wrap in heart's grip, let seep into awaiting dreams
Release it next dreadful, hellish-cast storming night
To delight in its saliently flowing bright streams.
With fervent prayers, bid high Heavens to cast down
Manna and wine to the feast-born unwashed masses
Without need for a foolish king and crushing crown
Or enslavement and wars from rebellious classes.
Flesh and blood are wont to beg unto shining skies
Filled with grieving's of broken souls and lost hope
Surrounded by dark world and deep burgeoning lies,
Ever present rock strewn dangers of its pitted slopes.
Alas! Tis it not true, chains of our mortal curse
Groom enticing pathways for us to do our worse?
Dare we this proclivity to set asunder
And thus, into redeeming light far further wander?
Robert J. Lindley, -early 70's
Edited, 9/23- 2021
( When Dawn's Enlightenment, Its Golden Rays Unto A Young Lad Gifted )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1197]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-12-2021 06:59 PM
That Reality Of Sorrows, That Life May One Day Bring
In twain asunder, darkness broke within
life became a sardonic little grin,
gone were those far happier summer days
my princess and her soft heavenly ways
with sweet-felt Spring glows, her beautiful smiles-
her dancing moves, in her elegant style
nevermore radiance that heart so stirs
now only gashes cut by Fated spurs.
In twain asunder, darkness broke within.
Life became a sardonic little grin.
And future hope into ashes turned
all of our dreams ravaged and spurned,
no more dreaming, thinking life to be sure
deep sorrows born from what was truly pure
this the handiwork and death's coming blows
as midnight shrieking of ravenous crows
O' can one such horror ever deny
when such dark-cast rains falls from wicked sky?
In twain asunder, darkness broke within.
Life became a sardonic little grin.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2021
Dark Rhyme
( "Death is rare ever a welcomed guest
its cold daggers stab to hear piercing cries
And it lies, promising a peaceful sweet rest"- RJL )
( And one asked, what future awaits ahead-
the silent forest whispered- you may far too soon see )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1198]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-13-2021 11:38 AM
When Deep Darkness And Shadows Race To Fore
Heartache is oft an invisible cut
Within the silent and deadly new field
Black boulders bring amidst deepening ruts,
Calamity, which oft one finds no shield.
Flung from sticky webs of hideous dark
Into the depths of an innocent soul
Unrelenting, to make a galling mark,
Its newborn despair taking wicked toll.
What to do to stop such dark woe-some flow
Destroying past happiness with its veil
Injecting agony as a new show,
Whilst poor soul often slides past gates of hell.
Dawn's welcoming sun is no longer seen
Nor those bright golden beams that heart so cheer
As despair casts forth its shadowy sheen,
Lost hope, becomes sad shades of looming fear.
Robert J. Lindley,
10-13-2021
Note:
Sometimes the gate opens and dark invades..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1199]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-18-2021 05:12 PM
From A Sad Book, A Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament
Fear I, morn brings not glistening of dew
That in youth's vanished seeds of demise
Wisps of shadows in dark meadows grew
Midnight sent forth melancholy surprise.
Alas, soft wings of hope fled far away
As falling leaves of silence too soon roar
I cannot defeat intense coming grays
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
I sing song of a dear paradise lost
Radiant life with love and abundant
To see yet again glowing gems of frost
O' mercy Lord, a sweeter life please grant.
With falling leaves of silence's epic roar,
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2021
Sonnet, ( A bitter pill when Hope seems utterly lost )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1200]
Author : icansayit
Date : 10-18-2021 06:05 PM
Title : Know that there are others who PRAY for You and Your Wife at this time, and forever.
Robert...we can feel your sorrow in all of your words poetic. Bless you both!
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[Post 1201]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-07-2021 05:27 AM
My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning......-Tyr
PALLIATIVE
Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given in fullest measures
An ancient oak spreading out wide to give cool shade
Wonderment, diversity of the Everglades.
Glory of a red sunset and a cool Spring night,
A gift of newborn kittens in morn's first light.
Hope, sweet summer days -life and so very much more
Those answered prayers that the faithful implore
Watching radiant moon sing on a summer rest
Romance and heart joining passing every test.
Glory of a time when hard day's work is well done.
Watching beloved children having such great fun.
Vacation, old ranch- together those horseback rides
Midnight pier, rolling waves of the Pacific tides
Watching old, yellow orb sink in the great beyond
Gifting morn's first kiss as ones beloved responds.
Glory of holding so tight in that sweet embrace.
Jewel each new day seeing her sweet smiling face.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-07-2021
Romanticism
(1.) Palliative
pal·li·a·tive
/ˈpalēˌādiv,ˈpalēədiv/
(of a medicine or medical care) relieving pain without dealing with the cause of the condition.
"orthodox medicines tend to be palliative rather than curative"
Similar:
soothing
alleviating
sedative
calmative
calming
alleviative
alleviatory
lenitive
demulcent
Assuasive
(2.)
Poetry, writing
Setting free -thoughts ideas, deep feelings- giving -helping others, etc…
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[Post 1202]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-13-2021 05:53 AM
From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow,
Part One
When he rose that morn his old dog let out a bark
shaving he saw night's foray had left a slash-mark,
with smiling grin he recalled the glorious fight
how he felled his attacker with a mighty right.
Yes he thought, was fantastic to do such again
remembering days of youth, a man among men
and with that he began breakfast for his grandson
just as he had now for almost two decades done.
Why not he mused, let the lad sleep a little late
for this golden new dawn he had a date with fate,
his grandson would leave this cabin travelling forth
into deep freezing lands of Alaska's far north.
While he continued on his lonely existence
fighting dark world, his own personal resistance
ignoring broken heart, massive buckets of pain
farming his wars, his bread made without any grain.
Contemplating glory days of a wayward youth
reminded then, Fate and Death -harbingers of truth
both lie with a certain deep, vicious fortitude
night and sleep, dreams gifts feeding darker attitudes.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2021
Narrative
Note-
Part one of a planned 4 part narrative
but hey, with the uncertainty of life who knows,
could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
another storm blows out the near fading lights…..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1203]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-15-2021 11:32 AM
New Life, Inspiration From A Gifted Revelation
Methought I heard a fallen angel call
Forth from a forest of beautiful falls
With lakes and rivers and sweet mountain view
Through the thick undergrowth I waded through
Under blue sky and bright sun beaming down
I heard, lost my wings and my golden crown
Crying out, help I can no longer fly
Please kind sir, save me now before I die.
Therein a booming loud echo came back
One that quickly stopped me in my tracks
Do you hear my angel in dire distress
Just ahead, in that catastrophic mess
In your evil world, on your heartless earth
Dare you show your true mettle, your true worth
Or will you do as others have oft done
Race away to look for your worthless gun?
I replied not I, a gun I need not
What good would be a gun, a useless shot
Soon I found an angel bound in chains
Crying and moaning from deep piercing pains
That come from a heart slashed very deep
From loss of crown and wings it could not keep
Next to the sad angel was a large rock
There were words reading, " your chains have no lock".
Then I saw a bloody sword on the ground
As the angel made earth shattering sounds
Truly baffled, I looked for more clues
Asked I, angel did this mess you choose
I got only icy stare and silence
As my heart went out seeing this violence
How angel was cut up and put in chains
Asked I, angel can this you explain?
Angel then spoke, pray tell, where do I start
Do you not know, I am your blinded heart
Manifestation of your soul within
A shadow of darkness found in most men
You have walked through life too deeply blind
With your selfish love on your dark-set mind
I am chained as is your straying heart
I exist here now lost, all torn apart.
Thus your task is to your own life renew
To free me a complete change you must do
Have you that within you, are you that brave
Will you reform and this angel then save
At this great shock, I went down to my knees
Looking up far beyond cover of trees
I prayed and did so with fearsome might
That this heart and soul could regain true sight.
Those words uttered, were as sprouting seeds
Then came wisdom and light to fill our needs
As the light flashed, wings the angel grew
Flying back came the gold crown justly due
Chains melted off and we were both set free
As heart, soul, and mind could suddenly see
Angel said, now to heaven I return
Because you choose to your former life spurn.
Through the window dawn's soft light drifted in
Eyes opened, was it just a dream then
As I rose, a voice from the outside said
Do not dare, let those lies into your head
I was there and chained but am now free
You were there blinded but now you can see
Today, walk to that place - read that large rock
Dear friend, that is if you can stand the shock.
Robert J. Lindley, June 7th 1990
Narrative- edited august 22nd 2004,
Feb 3rd 2007 and 11-15-2021
Note:
Sometimes , one has to wait to find the right ending
to certain poem fragments.
Especially so with heartfelt narrative poetry…..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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Note:
Recently some things caused me to remember and then search for and find this very old poem fragment to edited again and finally complete.
I hope you the reader may enjoy it, because some of the journey that brought this now finished piece to life has been real. God bless..
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[Post 1204]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-16-2021 02:23 PM
Of Nature, Desert, Sand And Western Skies
Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
Where desolation runs ever so wild
Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.
At dawn, an avalanche of soft golden rays
Promise of a bright new day. Hope begins
With magnificent essence of last night's dream
A strike! Down topples wobbling bowling pins
Oh, flicking tongue slithering across the sands
Promise of heat and sweat, salt oozing skin
Yet beauty lives within these god-forsaken lands
No place for the week, or feeble old men.
At mid-day, even the cactus cries out and droops
As air stands still, baking all to its glee
Marching ants scurry underneath in racing troops
Life seeks shade in ovens of sandy seas.
Oh, beyond the expanse- heavenly shores of green
Where the low hills sing a soft melody
Cowboys vanished, just lonely in this hot scene
Hot rays, heat and thirst makes the threnody.
Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
Where desolation runs ever so wild
Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2021
Imagism
Note:
Rewrite of an old poem from the early 1980's..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1205]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-18-2021 01:12 PM
Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint
You were my first cup of wine with a kick
As we sat there watching a horror flick
O' but were you not a beautiful sight
And I, wild young I, so lucky that night
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
I loved you then and yet do today
I remember all, tho' now old and gray
Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs
Curves that could make any guy up and beg
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams
You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam
And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss
For all of the world's gold, I would not miss
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
Romanticism
Note:
Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago
that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless
I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was
wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth
its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject
and pitiful blindness…..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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New Note: 11-18-2021
This poem was composed long ago- I remembered it,
searched for it to update it and the editing added
came from greater hindsight that the passing decades
have given me. I think it a far better piece with the revisions
that have been added with the benefit of hindsight....
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[Post 1206]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-20-2021 06:08 AM
From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow
Part Two
Spring had come amongst the eager popular trees
he walked the old trail with his arthritic knees,
thinking about ongoing life, wide open plains
angry sky above, promising a flood of rain.
Hearing river, melodic was its soothing roar
if only she was with him, life would be no bore
youth and its glories jumped into weary mind
what today, what little newborn joy could he find?
Then there it was, a boat, his boat long ago lost
there in red letters, "LIVE BEFORE THE KILLING FROST"
found again, after seven long years had flown by
little joy had come- he remembered her blue eyes.
Fleeting tho' it was, for lonely then cried out
fool- remember she is gone roared that loud shout
ahh yes, to eternal grieving self he mused
life relents not, for a spell he was confused.
Reality knocked, saying grandson is gone
how could that you forget, you are always alone
that flooded river, in your lost boat take a ride
stop weeping, childish sorrow I cannot abide.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2021
Narrative
Note-
Part two of a planned 4 part narrative
but hey with the uncertainty of life who knows,
could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
another storm blows out the near fading lights…..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1207]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-21-2021 08:39 AM
Seven Revelations Born From Early Morn's Poetic Thoughts
Life Moving Ever Onward
one broken gold band
empty house, new motorcycle
fast flowing river
Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2021
haiku
Real, Imagined And Appreciated
dreams of Nature's gifts
golden castle, mountain top
Fall, harvested fields
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22- 2021
haiku
Once When Life Was Simpler
bright shiny penny
pair of shoes, about three bucks
faded memories
Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2021
haiku
Youth, A Lonely Day And A Wish Once Made
old fence, red robin
summer afternoon sunset
dreaming, future life
Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2021
haiku
A Sweet Morning Delight
hot coffee and dawn
out the window, mowed lawn
bacon smell, yum yum
Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2021
haiku
A Small Town View, Time Flows Ever Onward
old cracked sidewalk
summer morning, soft cool wind
weekend looking back
Robert J. Lindley, 9-05-2021
haiku
Sad And Lonesome Scene
old plank, termite holes
farm, old paths to empty pond
dead forest, lost hope
Robert J. Lindley, 9-01- 2021
haiku
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1208]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-23-2021 12:18 PM
My first composing again to enter a contest after a long break from doing that.--Tyr
(“Heaven doesn’t ignore cries of a broken heart.”- Toba Beta quote)
Writing, Healing After True Love Lost
Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?
Across universe, so does this dark storm parade
slashing, challenging mind to its powers defeat
does no good to devise constant clever charade
for real relief never rewards those souls that cheat
yet a measure of joy can come from ink and pen
as heart sincerely speaks, ink to paper sinks in.
Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?
Such realization from writing a blessing sent
by way of purging out dark to another realm
matters not how ones hurt soul may be torn or rent
a poet steers life's ship as master at its helm
by embracing writing as a new lover's kiss
write, weave joy's blanket to forget love gone amiss.
Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?
Let spirit this path pursue to a soothing place
by questioning self and how world its losses gives
whenever love has been lost, one must such pain face
writing can be that balm to teach that love forgives
grab paper and pen ink heart and soul to release
if truly sought, the results brings a lasting peace.
Yes, heart can love again after a true love lost!
Yes, poetry can heal such tragic, crushing pain!
Composed, November 22, 2021
Inspired by "W" New Poetry Contest
Theme: Writing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1209]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-28-2021 09:41 AM
From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth
Blog, On Poetic Contrast, Between Dark And Light
(My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.)
(from my new blog)
(1.)
The Horrid Night, The Terrible Nightmare
In a dance of serpents the long fangs drip
poison falling from needle sharp fang tips
chained here in this dark cavern of doom
with just one bite this will become my tomb
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
Seems a dream, ghastly nightmare to endure
I think, tis true my heart is not so pure
but that proves what a weak mortal I be
one like all other, too blinded to see
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
I cringe, three snakes slither over to me
in their cold serpent eyes hunger I see
agonizing with my shivers I wait
powerless, now cast into hands of dark Fate
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
As minutes pass like weeks or painful days
aching brain conjures up some fleeing ways
If I sincerely pray maybe I live
I do, I think what treasures may I give
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
Then from the dark a voice begins to speak
you are man, and man is evil and weak
I the master of fear reign in this dark
here you are like a bare tree with no bark
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
I fought the strong urge to give a reply
I wanted to ask the hidden voice, why
on earth was I in this place brought and bound
in this frightening dark, deep underground
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
How I do not know, the voice heard my mind
saying, I brought you because you are blind
in this cavern, a lesson you must learn
recalling life's warnings you once did spurn
I ponder deep how did I end up here,
as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
It was then I cried, God forgive me
I was truly a lost fool, now I see
Please rescue me from this dark abode
I know now it was my soul I then sold
I now know how I ended up down here,
where my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !
I give thanks, that this lost soul you now save!
With your mercy, I leave this self-made grave!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021
Rhyme (Dark)
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(2.)
From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth
Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower
but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour
resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed
far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
As world represents its raging black-seas
man exist, victim uttering sad pleas
battles fought, sacrificing flowing red
Alas! But vanity that gifts more dead!
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
Spring arrives, O' glory- of rising seeds
earthen harvests that many billions feeds
fruits of man's labors, Nature's blessed soil
does soul and body well, labor's hard toil.
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
Mankind walks onward in its blinded way
amidst darkness, victims to set to pay
forgetting divine gifts, walking dead roads
increasing chained hands, life's heavy loads.
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
Why mankind seeks sadden hearts, weary hands
one must embrace light's truth to understand
for that is the source of those waiting seeds
healing balm that stops black-rivers that bleed.
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower
but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour
resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed
far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!
From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.
Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021
Rhyme
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
(3.)
Just found while rummaging thhrough my poems..
I have many poems scattered everywhere,
this just found. Goes with the theme-so I added it here as bonus. -Tyr
Pray A Well Lit Path Be Your Choice
Pray a bright lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.
Pray a blessing soon comes your way
As dark night yields to break of day
Wherein Dawn's glow your heart delights
Hope its power reveals to sight
Songs of better days echo loud
We learn to stand up bold and proud.
Pray your sorrows are washed away
Life renewed destroys the grey
Peace and new cheer are again found
In scourging dark we are not bound
Laughter across the land is heard
And pray, we thank God, is the word.
Pray a bright lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2020
Rhyme, ( New Rays Of Hope, Amidst This Doom And Gloom )
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[Post 1210]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2021 09:54 AM
Deep In Newly Disturbed Soil, Lies My True Love
( “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot.)
Deep in newly disturbed soil, lies my true love
'neath a canopy of virgin soil and loose rock
where no more glows splattering of earthen blue skies
accursed world can deliver no greater shock.
Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.
Beg I, this woesome agony may go away
that life may again thrive and gift its wondrous gifts
shall such a dream ever award this weeping heart
and send light and divine blessings that so uplift.
Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.
Now true, this life feels as if all is meaningless
unstoppable torment meant to slay the all of me
in this sad darkness, will salvation ever come
shall this dying man ever again the Light see?
Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.
What wonder would such Light this aching soul award
could it be, a sword that cuts through these iron chains
or healing balm to gift me sweet power to sleep,
thus bringing an end to these sorrowful and deep pains?
Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
For tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.
Robert J. Lindley,
Original poem first born- May 17th 1974
Edited, April 12-2006, 11-30-2021
Elegy
Note:
(1.) woesome
https://www.collinsdictionary.com/us/dictionary/english/woesome
in British English
('w??f?l) or woesome ('w??s?m)
ADJECTIVE
1. expressing or characterized by sorrow
2. bringing or causing woe
3. pitiful; miserable
a woeful standard of work
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Note
https://poets.org/glossary/elegy
(2.) Elegy
Elegy
Explore the glossary of poetic terms.
The elegy is a form of poetry in which the poet or speaker expresses grief, sadness, or loss.
History of the Elegy Form
The elegy began as an ancient Greek metrical form and is traditionally written in response to the death of a person or group. Though similar in function, the elegy is distinct from the epitaph, ode, and eulogy: the epitaph is very brief; the ode solely exalts; and the eulogy is most often written in formal prose.
The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace. These three stages can be seen in W. H. Auden’s classic "In Memory of W. B. Yeats," written for the Irish master, which includes these stanzas:
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
Other well-known elegies include "Fugue of Death" by Paul Celan, written for victims of the Holocaust, and "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman, written for President Abraham Lincoln.
Many modern elegies have been written not out of a sense of personal grief, but rather a broad feeling of loss and metaphysical sadness. A famous example is the mournful series of ten poems in Duino Elegies, by German poet Rainer Maria Rilke. The first poem begins:
If I cried out
who would hear me up there
among the angelic orders?
And suppose one suddenly
took me to his heart
I would shrivel
Other works that can be considered elegiac in the broader sense are James Merrill’s monumental The Changing Light at Sandover, Robert Lowell’s "For the Union Dead," Seamus Heaney’s The Haw Lantern, and the work of Czeslaw Milosz, which often laments the modern cruelties he witnessed in Europe.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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[Post 1211]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 11-30-2021 08:39 PM
Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation
Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream,
She her beautiful hair silky, so very long
There rests magnificent treasure few ever find
A good poet would use it to create a song
Not I said lonely starved mouse in the corner
My heart desires warmth and lots of red-wine and cheese
Friend, quiet I let you live so I am not alone
Good sir, be quick and pour us more wine if you please!
What? You plead being tired, so angry at me
Alas! Dare you refuse your master to now serve
It is I that keeps fireplace jolly and roaring
I have noticed lately you have a lot of nerve
You have no gratitude, do I not share my ink
You my good sir, shock me with such an attitude
Do I not share with you my most expensive wine
You raise conceit to a much higher altitude!
Yes, I resent that insolent snide little smirk
Your demeanor has taken on an angry voice
It is as if, you are no longer my good friend
Know you not, a poet 'tis by Fate- not by choice
I will pen some verses of your heroic stand
Alright, stop weeping, my ink and paper will soak
Methinks you have had far too much wine, go to sleep
Tomorrow, we see Hebridean isles, no joke.
Does not such jubilant news cheer your little heart
Friend, did I ever tell you my angel lives there
Confide I this with you because you are a pal
My love, 'tis she with gentle eyes, long silky hair.
Robert J. Lindley, January 4th, 1972
Rhyme
Old Note: Jan 4th 1972
I once lived in an old and sad lonely house
My new friend was an exceptional little mouse
I remember he could sing the sad blues and dance
I now look back, was it a blessing or mere chance?
New Note:
Poem was written as an imaginative piece to explore
the real world experiences of those people that have grown old, outlived so many and experience the lonely life that remains.
Such a person, a friend I knew back then- and yes he was a writer, he was a great story teller. Sadly at age 89 he passed away. I was away out of state when he died. When I used to see him and ask how he was doing he would say- : " Just fine young lad- me and my mouse are always living it up."
That gave me the idea about the conversation with the friendly but sometimes uppity little mouse.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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EDIT:
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Robert Lindley
Date: 11/30/2021 5:52:00 PM
I do so very much wish that I could give my dear friend's name. But can not do so. He has passed on to his reward and I have not permission to do so. Although I know he would love the poem and surely say yes, it is ok young lad. Mouse and I are living it up- with a never ending supply of red-wine and cheese..
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[Post 1212]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-04-2021 09:32 PM
With Eternal Sent Bliss Two Hearts Reborn - a collaboration with Susan Ashley
Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for dawning gleam across powdered snow
and she her handsome soldier to soon show
for his appearance was far overdue
she could hear his parting words," I love you"
watching the cold street and new snow falling
thought of his not coming appalling
heart and soul with dear memories aching
sounding here and there, icicles breaking
reminding her of coldness of alone
the terrible long years he had been gone!
within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.
God, she prayed as he was overseas
save my prince - award these my heartfelt pleas
his last letter told me he was very near
in it sweet tones, I felt his lonesome tears
I ask his safety be my reward
you know Lord, my life has been very hard
this house and farm has seen much better days
I need my lover, his soft loving ways
I need kisses in midnight escapades
Romeo and Juliet roles played
I place deep faith in my only request
that my dear Samuel be our home's next guest!
within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.
peering through deep darkness, there twin lights shown
my how love's anticipation had grown
heart a'thumping she went to cold front porch
night a'glowing with her true lover's torch
she touching her wide golden wedding band
in the distance across snow splashed land
came a lone car racing towards its goal
it was her man, she knew it in her soul
as she looked up thanking moon above
feeling power of their forever love
Oh Lord, she prayed, please, please let it be
there a'flying, my true lover to me!
within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.
the scene plays out in black and white
a grainy film’s nostalgic mood in moonlight
her flaxen hair the dawn in lantern’s glare
bound in a bun as uptight as her war-wife stare
she steels her spine and hand-cuffs the rail
will her beloved Sam be hearty or frail?
he alights with a limp but his gait elegant
Heaven-sent to banish nights oh so desolate
Army left behind in curvy Forties coupe
one of a tired but triumphant troop
a king welcomed home by his homecoming queen
she toasts the finale of a fervid dream
as sparkle-spills from her lifted true blues
heart’s champagne soothes an embattled bruise –
sorrows of Europe untold the story - waits
as their red rose reblooms with unfolding glory
within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration) Rhyme/Romanticism
December 4, 2021
Poet's note:
Susan my dear friend, as always it has been by great honor
to again join pens with you. Letting our pens in unison seek
to elevate our poetry to gift to the readers a composition
that interests, hopeful delights and stirs their hearts,
minds and souls. With your magnificent addition, this poem
was set on a winning path and 'tis always my sweet honor to
to say, I am truly humbled by your finely honed poetic talents.
This poem cries out, that Love triumphs is a treasure gifted unto mankind...
God bless…
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
edit 12-14-2021
This poem was awarded Poem Of The Day...
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[Post 1213]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-12-2021 10:51 AM
Truly Revel In Nature's Gifts And Youth Recall
Rolling hills, wide countryside that gifts truly sends
Majestic sweeping waves into eager spirit
When ones' crushed heart sees, no longer pretends
This awesome landscape, so soothes just to be near it
Miles away, with its whitecapped and glowing crown
Rests a giant, slumbering through to racing ages
To see it brings a smile, washes away a frown
Reminds one of wisdom from the famous sages.
To traverse this in Spring, see its glowing glories
Where mind's eye can absorb magnitude of such
Sets a memory of golden fairytale stories
That spurred sweet childhood dreaming kids love so much.
As bright gold-cast skies above, enhance warming sun
This scene watching Nature its vast glories unfold
I, young child yet again, reveling in great fun
Race back to dear, tender memories when ten years old.
Rolling hills, wide countryside that gifts truly sends
Majestic sweeping waves into eager spirit
When ones' crushed heart sees, no longer pretends
This awesome landscape, so soothes just to be near it.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2021
Ekphrasis, (done for ailing heart-not for any contest )
( A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Van Gogh)
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(1.)
Note:
https://www.vincentvangogh.org/a-meadow-in-the-mountains.jsp
A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Van Gogh
A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889 by Vincent Van Gogh
Courtesy of www.VincentVanGogh.org
A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul was painted by Van Gogh in 1889 when he entered the asylum of St. Paul near Saint-Remy in Provence. Van Gogh was initially confined to the immediate asylum grounds and painted (without the bars) the world he saw from his room. Soon Van Gogh was allowed to paint in the hospital's garden, and by June was able to leave the hospital, accompanied by an attendant (Jean-Francois Poulet) to paint in the surrounding fields. He was particularly taken with the local landscape, which was his subjects over 150 canvases.
There is great rhythm in this painting that is created through these very precise brushstrokes - every stroke of paint here has a function and builds towards the greater surface pattern across the canvas. His forms are very rounded from the stacks of wheat to the mountains, and this sense of 'roundness' and curvature was something that was characteristic of many of his later works. This painting was done in July 1889, which was when he made his first trip back to Arles from the asylum, and subsequently had his first serious breakdown in Saint-Remy.
(2.)
Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Meadow_in_the_Mountains:_Le_Mas_de_Saint-Paul
A Meadow in the Mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul was painted by Vincent van Gogh in December 1889.[1] It depicts fields of young wheat with a background of lilac mountains and yellowish sky.
In May 1889 Van Gogh voluntarily entered the asylum of St. Paul near Saint-Rémy in Provence.[2][3] There Van Gogh had access to an adjacent cell he used as his studio. He was initially confined to the immediate asylum grounds and painted the world he saw from his room, such as ivy covered trees, lilacs, and irises of the garden.[2][4] Van Gogh could also see an enclosed wheat field, subject of many paintings at Saint-Rémy.[5] As he ventured outside the asylum walls he painted the wheat fields, olive groves and cypress trees of the surrounding countryside,[4] which he saw as "characteristic of Provence". Over the course of the year, he painted about 150 canvases.[2]
Van Gogh sent the painting to his brother Theo in 3 January 1890, with an accompanying letter in which he refers to the work as The Fields.[6] It is now held in the Kröller-Müller Museum in the Netherland
(3.)
Note:
ek·phra·sis
/'ekfr?s?s/
Learn to pronounce
noun
the use of detailed description of a work of visual art as a literary device.
"it's not surprising that Hecht, a master of ekphrasis, would include descriptions of visual art"
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[Post 1214]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-13-2021 09:43 AM
Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man
And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells
While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones
From the deepest pits come magical spells
To birth new sins from which we must atone
Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves
As this world races towards its near doom
Freed from old chains by sleeping in new graves
We marvel at our spacious new room.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
What say you, of wisdom sent ages ago
Philosophers, artists to this world gave
Does such not deliver truth, yet still glow
Of essays, sermons authors in their graves
Dare we -yet in stone-blindness- we so dare
Ignore with the vanity of lost fools
Toss such treasure away without care
Dance in darken pits, swim in dank cesspools.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
Should this poet wonder, were those Gods fled
Far off realm, a hidden cosmos to reign
After in cruel darkness this world so bled
Leaving we mortals, wallowing in pain
Alas! Such dares not speak about it all
How in abject darkness we bow to greed
Built our tall castles with decaying walls
Because we know our failings, our great needs!
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance- gifts us with blight!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2021
Rhyme
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[Post 1215]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-14-2021 03:33 PM
In It, I Saw Prometheus Chained And Bound
I was reading Salinger's, "Catcher In The Rye"
A follow up from Leo Tolsty's, "War and Peace"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die"
Remember this, courage was a mainstay of Greece
And dear ole Mark Twain was himself Huckleberry Finn
Would poets ever give up muse and trusty pens?
I recall a verse from Raven and Master Poe
Mentioning the famous, intriguing, "Nevermore"
Raven's mystery was more than just for dark show
One fathoms, Raven came from abyss full of gore
And our dear ole Poe, his demons so bravely fought
Living twixt Light and Horror his soul firmly caught.
I in my youth, deep in the forest a cave found
In it I saw Prometheus chained and bound
His sorrowing words were, "thus punished I stay"
Never forget that for good deeds one has to pay
Slowly nodding, I raced out into the light
Thanking God to be free under our sun so bright.
That night I wrote a poem titled , "Shoot If You Must"
Dawn's first quaking I saw title was one quite new
It then read, " When Apple Pie Needs A Crusty Crust"
That glittering morn shine on roses is dawn's dew.
Now back to Salinger's book, "Catcher In The Rye"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die".
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2021
Rhyme,
( " Life but a fleeting blink and a vanishing dream" )
Notes:
(1.)
"The Catcher in the Rye"
https://www.britannica.com/topic/The-Catcher-in-the-Rye
The Catcher in the Rye, novel by J.D. Salinger published in 1951. The novel details two days in the life of 16-year-old Holden Caulfield after he has been expelled from prep school. Confused and disillusioned, Holden searches for truth and rails against the “phoniness” of the adult world. He ends up exhausted and emotionally unstable. The events are related after the fact.
(2.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_and_Peace
"War and Peace"
War and Peace (Russian: ????? ? ???, romanized: Voyna i mir; pre-reform Russian: ????? ? ????; [v?j'na i 'm?ir]) is a literary work mixed with chapters on history and philosophy by the Russian author Leo Tolstoy, first published serially, then published in its entirety in 1869. It is regarded as one of Tolstoy's finest literary achievements and remains an internationally praised classic of world literature.[1][2][3]
The novel chronicles the French invasion of Russia and the impact of the Napoleonic era on Tsarist society through the stories of five Russian aristocratic families. Portions of an earlier version, titled The Year 1805,[4] were serialized in The Russian Messenger from 1865 to 1867 before the novel was published in its entirety in 1869.[5]
Tolstoy said War and Peace is "not a novel, even less is it a poem, and still less a historical chronicle." Large sections, especially the later chapters, are philosophical discussions rather than narrative.[6] The writer rewrote the novel several times.[7] Tolstoy also said that the best Russian literature does not conform to standards and hence hesitated to call War and Peace a novel. Instead, he regarded Anna Karenina as his first true novel.
(3.)
" Huckleberry Finn"
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Adventures-of-Huckleberry-Finn-novel-by-Twain
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, also called The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, novel by Mark Twain, published in the United Kingdom in 1884 and in the United States in 1885. The book’s narrator is Huckleberry Finn, a youngster whose artless vernacular speech is admirably adapted to detailed and poetic descriptions of scenes, vivid representations of characters, and narrative renditions that are both broadly comic and subtly ironic
(4.)
"Nevermore"
https://poets.org/poem/raven
( excerpt- from poem's closing stanza )
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
(5.)
" Prometheus"
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Prometheus-Greek-god
The Greek poet Hesiod related two principal legends concerning Prometheus. The first is that Zeus, the chief god, who had been tricked by Prometheus into accepting the bones and fat of sacrifice instead of the meat, hid fire from mortals. Prometheus, however, stole it and returned it to Earth once again. As the price of fire, and as punishment for humankind in general, Zeus created the woman Pandora and sent her down to Epimetheus (Hindsight), who, though warned by Prometheus, married her. Pandora took the great lid off the jar she carried, and evils, hard work, and disease flew out to plague humanity. Hope alone remained within.
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[Post 1216]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-17-2021 03:33 PM
To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.
To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.
To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.
To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )
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[Post 1217]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-19-2021 03:35 PM
I was bound and self-sworn to find inspiration today to sling a bit of ink.
I then noticed the G.K Chesterton quote here and then it hit me. My
usually lazy muse woke for a moment and spit at me the first stanza.
The rest of the story is below ... Tyr
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Quote:
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” - G.K. Chesterton
*****
As a poet I happily take inspiration wherever I may find it.
In this case, from the G. K. Chesterton quote shown above
Made me think about age , youth , life and the sweet
imagination of youth. Thus my muse spouted out the opening
stanza to me, I remembered this old poem by G.K. and after
that it was off to the races I go.. RJL
*****
Gold Leaves
---- by G. K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
*****
Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed
Alas! My years flown by, my sight grown dim
When the morn its soft glow, diminishes so
I sigh and seek to my sails slightly trim
For heart and soul in me cheerfully flows.
I look, in my curious gaze I see
Apparition, else imaginary thought
Pale shadow staying in fine tune with me
Cause to surmise, is it ghost I have caught?
Not quite sure, and then deciding to ask
I summon a hero's courage to say
Are you a ghost that in my limelight basks
If so, with anger I say fly away!
First time ever, it stood perfectly still
Next a hearty laugh, then a calm voice said
Sleepyhead, wake up and maybe I will
Tis your dream, stop wallowing in your bed!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2021
Rhyme, a tribute to G. K. Chesterton
( When inspiration sparks a poetic and vivid imagination )
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edit:
Adding this my favorite G.K. poem --Tyr
The Black Virgin
____ by G. K. Chesterton
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
And, most of all, how this thing may be so
Who know thee not are mystified to know
That one cries "Here she stands" and one cries "Yonder"
And thou wert home in heaven long ago.
Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:
Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,
Shall they not live that call upon thy name
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing
Crying of the holy country whence they came?
Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles,
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords
O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails,
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood,
A great doll given when the child is good,
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll,
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood.
I have found thee like a little shepherdess
Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind:
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue,
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through,
Of the King's daughter glorious within:
Change shine unchanging light with every hue.
Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon
Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star,
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows,
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are,
Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee,
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee,
Something remains. Nor can man live without it
Nor can man find it bearable without thee.
There runs a dark thread through the tapestries
That time has woven with all the tints of time
Something not evil but grotesque and groping,
Something not clear; not final; not sublime;
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea,
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony
Being most strange in its simplicity.
Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him.
By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove
By the black gems of the miner's treasure-trove
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken-
Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love.
From shine high rock look down on Africa
The living darkness of devouring green
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable,
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between,
On the dark heart where white folk find no place,
On the dark bodies of an antic race,
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow,
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face.
This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray;
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent
Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent:
As the black moon of some divine eclipse,
As the black sun of the Apocalypse,
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back
From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships.
In all thy thousand images we salute thee,
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones
Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen
Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones-
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel,
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia,
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.
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[Post 1218]
Author : icansayit
Date : 12-19-2021 06:17 PM
Title : Great Chesterton line. So fitting as well.
I was bound and self-sworn to find inspiration today to sling a bit of ink.
I then noticed the G.K Chesterton quote here and then it hit me. My
usually lazy muse woke for a moment and spit at me the first stanza.
The rest of the story is below ... Tyr
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*****
As a poet I happily take inspiration wherever I may find it.
In this case, from the G. K. Chesterton quote shown above
Made me think about age , youth , life and the sweet
imagination of youth. Thus my muse spouted out the opening
stanza to me, I remembered this old poem by G.K. and after
that it was off to the races I go.. RJL
*****
Gold Leaves
---- by G. K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
*****
Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed
Alas! My years flown by, my sight grown dim
When the morn its soft glow, diminishes so
I sigh and seek to my sails slightly trim
For heart and soul in me cheerfully flows.
I look, in my curious gaze I see
Apparition, else imaginary thought
Pale shadow staying in fine tune with me
Cause to surmise, is it ghost I have caught?
Not quite sure, and then deciding to ask
I summon a hero's courage to say
Are you a ghost that in my limelight basks
If so, with anger I say fly away!
First time ever, it stood perfectly still
Next a hearty laugh, then a calm voice said
Sleepyhead, wake up and maybe I will
Tis your dream, stop wallowing in your bed!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2021
Rhyme, a tribute to G. K. Chesterton
( When inspiration sparks a poetic and vivid imagination )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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edit:
Adding this my favorite G.K. poem --Tyr
The Black Virgin
____ by G. K. Chesterton
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
And, most of all, how this thing may be so
Who know thee not are mystified to know
That one cries "Here she stands" and one cries "Yonder"
And thou wert home in heaven long ago.
Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:
Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,
Shall they not live that call upon thy name
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing
Crying of the holy country whence they came?
Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles,
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords
O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails,
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood,
A great doll given when the child is good,
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll,
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood.
I have found thee like a little shepherdess
Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind:
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue,
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through,
Of the King's daughter glorious within:
Change shine unchanging light with every hue.
Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon
Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star,
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows,
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are,
Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee,
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee,
Something remains. Nor can man live without it
Nor can man find it bearable without thee.
There runs a dark thread through the tapestries
That time has woven with all the tints of time
Something not evil but grotesque and groping,
Something not clear; not final; not sublime;
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea,
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony
Being most strange in its simplicity.
Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him.
By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove
By the black gems of the miner's treasure-trove
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken-
Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love.
From shine high rock look down on Africa
The living darkness of devouring green
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable,
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between,
On the dark heart where white folk find no place,
On the dark bodies of an antic race,
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow,
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face.
This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray;
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent
Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent:
As the black moon of some divine eclipse,
As the black sun of the Apocalypse,
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back
From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships.
In all thy thousand images we salute thee,
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones
Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen
Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones-
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel,
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia,
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.
Well done, as usual RBT.
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[Post 1219]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-23-2021 10:16 PM
Childhood, Rising Early On Christmas Morn
Christmas, lone ranger toys, and whole lot more
two six guns, cowboy boots and silver skates
morn rising, racing to paradise shores
sweet childhood memories to celebrate.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2021
Quatrain
Note:
My grandson asked me if I had written a Christmas poem for the children this year.
I had not yet I told him. But then I sat down and composed this quatrain from a joyful
memory of my own childhood.
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[Post 1220]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-28-2021 12:35 AM
Beg I Light, That This Heart And Soul May See
Sorrow have you become my only friend
As your morbid touch decays heart's true fires
Shall your beast - death, grant release in the end
Forbid joyful dreams and that which so inspires
Seal this soul to therein darkness descend
Into abyss, where blackness never tires?
Dare I beg of the sun's bright golden rays
That which as yet prayers have not gained
Illumination that casts dark away
Bleaching white youthful years that were stained
Relief sparsely given that fails to stay
Setting course that life has now so pained?
Pray tell, shall this life ever blessings yield
Shall I race forth into eternity
Or perish as do flowers in the field
With no more than a glimpse at infinity
Fighting as knight with neither sword or shield
Die not finding peaceful serenity?
Nay, such failure cannot ever so be
Our souls were created by divine hands
Man did not simply emerge from black seas
Instead was meant to rule these earthen lands
Not by tears, or pitiful begging pleas
Rather with true faith, life's travails withstand!
Date: December 6th, 2020
Inspiration found.
SilentOne's
Catharsis Poetry Contest
Contest Description
Catharsis is the process of releasing strong or pent-up emotions through art. Aristotle coined the term catharsis—which comes from the Greek kathairein meaning "to cleanse or purge"—to describe the release of emotional tension that he believed spectators experienced while watching dramatic tragedy.
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[Post 1221]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-28-2021 07:29 AM
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born
Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
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[Post 1222]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 12-29-2021 10:55 AM
Please excuse if any errors in this new creation, as I am trying to get it in as my last poem of the year... Tyr
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"" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
the darkness must be present""
-Francis Bacon)
Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls
No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!
This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )
Notes:
(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled, "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. - ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""**
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(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets
(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-- Carl Jung.
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[Post 1223]
Author : icansayit
Date : 12-29-2021 03:25 PM
Title : Our True Poet Laureate of DP...
Please excuse if any errors in this new creation, as I am trying to get it in as my last poem of the year... Tyr
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"" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
the darkness must be present""
-Francis Bacon)
Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls
No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!
This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )
Notes:
(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled, "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. - ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""**
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(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets
(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-- Carl Jung.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
Robert. You are really getting deep in the soul with every new post you give us.
Obvious coming from the heart. Well Done!
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[Post 1224]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-07-2022 10:27 AM
When A Beautiful Morning Song-Bird Sings
When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Heart joins rhapsody, colors team up
As if to fill life's joyous golden cup;
A miracle vanquishing worldly pains
Such a blessing very hard to explain.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Thus I thank songbird for gifting its glee
Arousing sleeping spirit within me
Nature's finer blessing given for sure
Restoring what world's dark has made impure.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Robert J. Lindley, June19th, 1974
Rhyme
( Wherein Heart Can Finally See Hope And Light )
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[Post 1225]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2022 09:10 PM
This collaboration took several weeks to compose and was posted at about 8 pm tonight, mere minutes ago.
My dear friend Susan Ashley has yet again so greatly increased the depths, and beauty of this new poetic
creation. I am so very truly blessed to have such a talented and wonderful co-author. -Tyr
A Search, A Quest For A Lost Paradise -
a collaboration with Susan Ashley
I will take flight, into another zone
how far off to wander 'tis now not known
no regret, as dear point is to be free
beyond sadness, into a joyful sea
to a purple land, a paradise realm
I hopeful master, captain at the helm
with love and hope as true and faithful guides
resting sweet upon easy flowing tides
all dream weaving into strong palisades
pursuit, avoidance of world's many blades!
A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
In my flight, rainbow colors gifting glee
a fine blessing -a gifting unto me
as I travel beyond life's purple veil
ship in flight, horizon beyond the rail
anticipation, of great mystery
left far behind, woes and deep misery
gazing down from white-clouds far, far above
spirit glowing in search of truth in love
this night my dear old friend, youth rejoins me
as I reject blindness, to again see!
A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
In buoyant dream beyond the blue and gold
through rainbow layers fluid to behold
a vision bold the gleam of evergreen
a region watered lush the vivid scene
where age is not a weakening device
forever bloom not lost on throw of dice
I find my place my soft cocoon and soon
beneath the moon a lass to rise in June
I find the soul mate of my very soul
the influence of Nature time had stole
A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
Awakened just in time to fill my vase
I pluck the distant summer flower place
where inspiration grew from blossoms wild
as whimsy seized the day a shy wish smiled
and reaching back across the miles of pain
to find the inner child who once did reign
again to see the dawning light and find
bouquets of violets abloom behind
the stony brow the wall between the weeds
and fantasy imagination seeds..
A search, a quest for a lost paradise
lost in youth, to find again would be nice
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 8, 2021
Quotes On Poets:
“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.” ~W. H. Auden
“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.”
~Plato
“Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.”
~Samuel Beckett
“Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.”
~Julian Barnes
“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”
~Khalil Gibran
Poet's Note:
My dear friend, it is with the upmost respect and veneration
that I say, truly a great honor to compose with a poet of your
stature, immense creativity and depths of poetic heart! I am
always indebted to you for the increased levels to which you
bring to our past and present united works. May God bless us
to be able to gift more in the future, as both our muses may
deem worthy to present to this too oft darkset world. Whether
they be dark or romantic creations, I have full faith you shall
immensely and always increase the magnitude of the offering.
God bless..
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[Post 1226]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-08-2022 09:13 PM
I just now copied this stat--an omen it seems to me...
Replies: 1,224
Views: 135,224
The numbers ending both with -- 224....
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[Post 1227]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-11-2022 08:47 AM
An Ode, Verses Born From A Friendly Dare
To write an ode, to a spirited gal
One that no dream even dares to surpass
To a ravishing beauty my good pal
As a gift to celebrate her sharp sass.
Nay, such enchanting a task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.
Rather I, jot down verses that soft sing
Of her beauty, she a most lively lass
And the radiance her glow often brings
Her elegant voice, words said never crass.
Nay, such enchanting task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.
When dawn's fantastic smile her eyes so shines
I dare, boast of kisses given in mass
Creative words and such heart I opine
Chance for another kiss, I dare not pass.
Nay, such enchanting a task tis overdue.
Dare I, to one in dreams only, I knew.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2022
Ode,
( On a dare, muse, pen and paper summoned up this )
Note:
* -- sass
sass
/sas/
Learn to pronounce
INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN
noun
impudence; cheek.
"the kind of girl that wouldn't give you any sass"
verb
be cheeky or rude to (someone).
"we wouldn't have dreamed of sassing our parents"
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[Post 1228]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-15-2022 01:20 PM
Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast,
In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma
Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed
Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul
Youth my favorite poet was always Thoreau
His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing
And Nature's beauty, its marvelous gem did bring!
My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth
By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth
Summer our host along with granny and grandad
Much love and sweet nature added to what we had
With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade
Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed
“Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky”
Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly?
First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond
There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond
Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills
When I remember, I get such delightful chills
That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright
And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night
My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch
And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch.
I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing
The sight of early bird granny her goat milking
The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin
My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin
The echo of giggles when my head did dangle
Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle
How can I forget prickly pears harvest season
Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden.
In June, the small critters really got to going
Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing
Days I spent going across that woody terrain
I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain
That July, I read how to a forest explore
Heart and soul set to venture to another shore
That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed
Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds.
On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land
His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand
Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace
Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face
For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure
A forged nature and an insight beyond measure
Glory be to God recited on prayer beads
Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds.
Robert J. Lindley 1-15-2022,
In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma
shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter.
https://youtu.be/1NaGAQM-VQE
Quote:
“Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, and most noble employment of man.” — George Washington
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My poet's note:
My friend, it is to me is a great honor to join in composing this new collaboration with you.
That we together can write of youth and or personal lives as we grew up in our respective countries. In that we both came from a rural background with farming an integral part of our lives.
Your verses reveal that Nature was indeed an important factor in making us each the person we became.
With the important acknowledgement that beloved family gave us each so very much love and that nurturing, lead us to the Art of Poetry that became a very important part of who we are now.
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[Post 1229]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-16-2022 06:28 AM
Our collaboration poem has this morning made Poem Of The Day at our poetry site.-Tyr
Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley
Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed
Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul
Youth my favourite poet was always Thoreau
His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing
And Nature's beauty, its marvellous gem did bring!
My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth
By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth
Summer our host along with granny and grandad
Much love and sweet nature added to what we had
With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade
Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed
“Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky”
Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly?
First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond
There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond
Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills
When I remember, I get such delightful chills
That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright
And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night
My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch
And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch.
I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing
The sight of early bird granny her goat milking
The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin
My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin
The echo of giggles when my head did dangle
Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle
How can I forget prickly pears harvest season
Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden.
In June, the small critters really got to going
Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing
Days I spent going across that woody terrain
I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain
That July, I read how to a forest explore
Heart and soul set to venture to another shore
That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed
Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds.
On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land
His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand
Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace
Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face
For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure
A forged nature and an insight beyond measure
Glory be to God recited on prayer beads
Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds.
shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter.
https://youtu.be/1NaGAQM-VQE
"The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows...”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poet's note :
Dear Robert, so deep my gratitude to you for having kindled my soul and set the spark of your inspiring artistry..
You humbly allowed me to own the precious gems you carved out of a rich life, sharp mind, sensitive heart and devout soul..
I deeply acknowledge the beauty added to my poetic soul as I am tremendously blessed and honoured to commune with you, a highly gifted poet of remarkable humility whose enlightening and inspiring poetry never ceases to stir the mind and the heart..
Belonging to the world of words and the realm of poetry.. walking the path of great poets of inner wonder and true feelings, a deep joy and an immense honour I aspire to and you, Robert, make it true..
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[Post 1230]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-20-2022 08:41 AM
I decided to do a light and dark contrast. My muse commanded that I write this morn and show her
that I am not lazy!
Thus, my editing this previously presented post with a new poem to show the contrasting imagery, powers and creation one may
if properly inspired aspire to.. --Tyr
(1.)
Triple Scenes Composed On Life, Love, Powers And Faith
Come light come
Invade willing soul
O bless be
Life to thee
Knowing dark world takes its toll
Eat from love's sweet tree.
Come night come
See Heaven's bright moon
Hold that sight
True love's light
Understanding arrives soon
To negate world's blight.
Come right come
Dawn gifts its new glow
Stand thee proud
Sing aloud
Let kind heart and soul thus grow
Blue sky gifts soft clouds.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
Shadorma
( When A New Dawn Arrives )
Note 1:
My first attempt using this poetry form.
Note 2:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma
The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).
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(2.)
Amidst Darken Corridors Of A Lost Fevered Brain
A grand painting as winter, its old garments shed
Aroused from darken stupor, its frigid bed
To blast like a windmill and send us it's sad moans
Nary a concern cracklings of wee little stones
Such beauty often hides severest aching cold
Reminding of the many darken tales of old
Sinister forests and magpies resting from flight
Beasts hiding therein awaiting covering night.
Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.
Viewing such famous painted scenes as a mere child
Allowing imagination to take flight, run wild
Yet innocent of knowledge of hard freezing cold
Blind believing in snow's deeper beauty, tales told
Wherein this world so aptly hides some dark-cast truths
Feigning to protect horrid thoughts from tender youth
True later, reality squashed such charades
When so often winter shows its razor-sharp blades.
Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.
What evil hides within outer beauty's coat
We envision great castles with their dangerous moats
And if known, Master Poe and Raven we may see
The black forest, and its wide spread of evil trees
When those paintings in books gave us inspiring thought
A trap, if later in winter's grasp we are caught
Alas! Pray we a dark fate a child never grips
And truth of winter's sad breath of death leaves one's lips.
Dark scene wherein awaits ravens, magpies and crows.
Tho' illusion reigns as some famous paintings show.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2022
Rhyme- Dark
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(1.) Winter landscape
https://www.claude-monet.com/the-magpie.jsp
The Magpie, 1868 by Claude Monet
The Magpie, 1868 by Claude Monet
Courtesy of www.Claude-Monet.com
The Magpie is created during the winter of 1868 - 1869 near the commune of Étretat in Normandy. Monet's patron, Louis Joachim Gaudibert, helped arrange a house in Étretat for Monet's girlfriend Camille Doncieux and their newborn son, allowing Monet to paint in relative comfort, surrounded by his family.
Between 1867 and 1893, Monet and fellow Impressionists Alfred Sisley and Pissarro painted hundreds of landscapes illustrating the natural effect of snow (effet de neige). Similar winter paintings of lesser quantity were produced by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Gustave Caillebotte, and Gauguin.
This exquisite snowscape came as a result of success with snow scenes by Gustave Courbet. Monet takes the simple theme of a single magpie sitting on the gate for the focus of his piece. The bird sits as if in contemplative mood in the idyllic landscape setting. The shadows and the light contrast beautifully against the background of trees, ice sky, and snowcovered buildings. There are those that advocate that this is the first "true" Impressionist painting, created five years before the movement was given its name.
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(2.) magpies and ravens, harvesters of winters deaths..
A. Magpies
https://www.google.com/search?q=magpie+bird&sxsrf=AOaemvKvMCjGGrqZOCJzlseEkiS1cjBwsg%3A1642361641046&source=hp&ei=KHPkYa3xO6OyqtsPsLWJWA&iflsig=ALs-wAMAAAAAYeSBOXtTggMzcCyXILVOqEMEfFCJSmB1&oq=magpie&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAEYAzIECAAQQzIECAAQQzIHCAAQsQMQQzIHCAAQsQMQQzILCC4QgAQQsQMQgwEyCwguEIAEEMcBEK8BMgQIABBDMgQILhBDMggIABCxAxCDATIECC4QQzoECCMQJzoICAAQgAQQyQM6DQgAEIAEEIcCELEDEBQ6EQguEIAEELEDEIMBEMcBENEDOggIABCABBCxA1AAWM4VYLs6aABwAHgAgAF1iAHwBJIBAzMuM5gBAKABAQ&sclient=gws-wiz
Why are magpies bad?
Image result for magpie bird
The evilness of magpies is not just limited only to religious superstitions and the bird is also associated with the devil and its pied plumage associated with evil and bad fortune. Magpies are also known for stealing shiny objects (like jewellery) and can deceive others, therefore, the attribution of being evil.Jul 14, 2021
B. Ravens
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1477812369628098/
Ravens art
C. Crows
https://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/a-murder-of-crows-crow-facts/5965/
A MURDER OF CROWS
Crow Facts
February 21, 2013
Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent, crows are most often associated with a long history of fear and loathing. They are considered pests by farmers trying to protect their crops and seedlings. Many people fear them simply because of their black feathers, which are often associating them with death. But research demonstrated in A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.
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[Post 1231]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 01-23-2022 03:45 PM
To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night
Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night
This horrid current, rise up and now write
An electric jolt, firing through me bones
Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones
And that tingle surging from old waking soul
As pagan's carving of a totem pole
Words spilling out from a resistant heart
Pen and paper screaming, hurry let's start!
Stumbling amidst and across dim-lit room
Word flowing from life or else dreaded doom
Splash, splash as ink and paper newly wed
Old verses, that a spirited mind said
Some few flavored with Shakespearean awe
Other's cuttings from old lumberjack's saw!
And I, vessel to set these ravings down
Of love, a princess in her golden gown
Dancing slowing across a ballroom floor
One never knows what else comes through that door!
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 2nd 1978
Rhyme,
( When Poetry Forces A Poet To Wake Up And Write )
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[Post 1232]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-15-2022 05:49 AM
In Prayer, Words Wrought By A Deeply Grieving Soul
I cry out, not from want but from sorrow
But from soul and sadness of tomorrow
This world's cuts, its avalanche of pains
Its accumulations of wicked stains
Emergence of its many wicked beasts
Deep darkness, death within its horrid feasts.
I cry out, for that which has now been lost
Brevity of life, world's punishing costs
And those battles fought for peace and sweet life
Amidst colossus of maddening strife
Dare we, live without happiness and joy
Exist on this earth as world's broken toys?
I cry out, indifference will not do
One must strive to gain what is overdue
Some measure of lasting peace and true sight
To overcome world's deep punishing blight
Is such the true path we should strive to take
Light that leads us to world's evil forsake?
I cry out, death your power shall not win
Nor fear induced by your wicked grin
Tho' sadness now holds with its iron grip
Hope, time's passage will make that vise-lock slip
Realization brings wisdom and more Light
Defeating shadows, fears sent dark of night!
I cry out, Fate holds a dear soul must leave
And in my deep sadness, I now so grieve
World- your black-illusions, I now reject
As Heart, on divine Light and Truth reflects
Now seeing again, always comes life's end
To its realm, Heaven its saved souls send.
I cry out, this heart and soul again sees
In so doing, issues revised pleas
Gift we left behind, thus our sorrows heal
Let your Light, death's finality repeal
Bless new soul, that has to Heaven now came
And note, his faith in your divine Son's name.
I cry out, belief in your Holy name
Rejecting darkness, its accursed game
All wickedness this world sends mankind's way
And with this sincere prayer, I now say
Salvation can be had by One and All
By answering thy Son's life saving Call.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2022
Dedicated to the life and memory
of my beloved oldest brother,
Julian Ray Lindley, that on the morning
of February 11th at 5:00 am passed
on to his blessed reward in Heaven…
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[Post 1233]
Author : revelarts
Date : 02-15-2022 06:35 AM
Blessings to you and your family Robert.
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[Post 1234]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 02-25-2022 07:31 AM
Allow Dawn To Warm And Give Its Sweet Kiss.
That this soul may find within sweeter dreams
Beauty and hope from sky's resplendent blue
Morning's glory in its soft warming beams
And that life can indeed gift blessings too
Whilst we endure this earthly span of time
Our hearts seek love and its gentle repose
Joyful pleasure is no hideous crime
I feel blessed, for lighted path I chose.
O' sorrow, flee back into that abyss.
Allow dawn to warm and give its sweet kiss.
That this broken heart can weep and then heal
Someday hold to faith and dear divine gift
Understand life will its splashing seas fill
With colors of sky blue that souls uplift
Shall eyes again flowering meadows see
Clearer mind fly beyond a blacken haze
Hear singing songbird in forested tree
Allow hope to rekindle its warming blaze!
O' sorrow, flee back into that abyss.
Allow dawn to warm and give its sweet kiss.
That mankind has from above a reprieve
Wherein acceptance of light so rewards
Shielding heart and soul from that which deceives
And brings forth a joy that life's pains discards
Whilst again one may dawn's bright glory feel
And walk with calm and a renewed soul
Banishing that darkness that came to steal,
Hopes and dreams, exacting dark's painful toll.
O' sorrow, flee back into that abyss.
Allow dawn to warm and give its sweet kiss.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-25- 2022
Romanticism,
( Wherein, Light And Truth Brings Back Hope's Promise )
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[Post 1235]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-08-2022 09:54 AM
Angelic Message Sent In Last Night's Loving Dream
From the emerald forest love sweetly callin'
From distant star wherein my angel hath fallen
Angelic music, and so very tender voice
Her words, " dearest darling you were my blessed choice"
Our love, was written by a heavenly decree
The was to be always forever, you and me
My darling, please wipe away those sad, falling tears
Our love cannot die, we will have eternal years!
I come to you my love, in this late midnight hour
That in your sorrows, I may help with love's power
Its joy, its memories of how deeply we love
You still earthbound and I loving so far above
I am always with you and our beloved son
Our true love, our bond, such can never be undone!
Dearest, I pray that you now cease and weep no more
I am in Heaven and its precious golden shores
My darling, I watch our son and you night and day
We see your great pain and hear your calls as you pray
Dear, allow time's flow to heal that deep stabbing cut
This world's ghastly darkness, that spout so firmly shut
Know love, now I guard you and our beloved son
Our golden tapestry will be forever spun!
I come to you my love, in this late midnight hour
That in your sorrows, I may help with love's power
Its joy, its memories of how deeply we love
You still earthbound and I loving so far above
I am always with you and our beloved son
Our true love, our bond, such can never be undone!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2022
Rhyme
Note: 3/08/2022
How could I not sit to write this blessed gift.
That my beloved sent to me last night?
A message born of love, sending hope and
the eternal promise of a future reunification.
One that was so clear, as if my beloved was
standing there before me, at the foot of my
bed.
Such cannot be explained, except as a blessed
and most mercifully divine gift Heavenly sent.
I see light that has arrived today - to drive last
remnants of darkness and epic sorrows away.
Note two:
I felt that my writing was at its end. That life
was to be ever increasing pain and sorrows
But now that dawn and divine blessings have been
gifted. Blindness born of sorrow has been banished
and this soul has been revived. Hope and joy are now
seeds reborn, sprouting buds as I compose… RJL
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[Post 1236]
Author : Kathianne
Date : 03-08-2022 09:56 AM
Hugs, prayers.
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[Post 1237]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-23-2022 08:16 AM
'Tis Life, But A Menagerie Of Our Own Vast Imaginations
Life is, but a menagerie of ghost-shadows fast-fleeing
The curtain pulled back to those seeking to true- seeing
Across a speck of dust in a vaster cosmos thus bestirring
All power of my former shield becoming a mere furring
An invasion has now obliterated life's sweet feelings
Do I to this immense darkness dare fight more, whilst kneeling?
Life is, but a menagerie of our own vast imaginations
So oft 'tis besotted by our own cavernous creations
Aided down meandering paths at this world's instigations
A confusing mystery for we that conduct deeper investigations
Alas! Youth exerts its delightful discoveries and invigorations
Whilst the golden treasures of Love creates magical installations!
Life is, but an invisible force bringing realms of hopeful dreams
Amidst the chaotic masquerades of mankind's darkest schemes
Joined by the accumulations of our hopes and our dearest love
Are we right to give credit to destiny or a greater power above
Live out our lives and pray well, we mortals can truly ever see
When our existence cries out, we are born to this darken realm flee?
Robert J. Lindley, 3-23-2022
Rhyme,
( Within A Dream, Cometh Revelations And Some Further Investigations )
Note:
( So cries a soul that now walks within a new invisible existence
seeking a former illusion of happiness which can never again be gained.
Hope gifts its treasure and its promise of the coming of brighter days)
(1.)
Furring :
the formation of a coating of matter on something, as on the tongue:
(2.)
Besotted :
be·sot·ted
/b?'säd?d/
strongly infatuated.
"he became besotted with his best friend's sister"
Similar:
infatuated with
smitten with
in love with
love-struck by
head over heels in love with
hopelessly in love with
**obsessed with**
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022
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edited, 3-25-2022..
Added the missing verse to the closing two verses.
Some-how with I not being myself, I omitted the verse. --Tyr
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[Post 1238]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-25-2022 11:34 AM
Waking, Her Pretty Smile, Her Presence- Both Lives Uplifted
Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind
No, nothing, nothing rests easy on this wondering mind
O' yes, there were earthen angels that knelt to pray for me
Because truth is, I once was wild, so very wild and free
In my illusions, heart birthed its strong defensive shield
With that power, I was sworn, sworn to never ever yield
To love, its offerings and its very dangerous paths
That too oft hiding storm, waiting to unleash its great wraths.
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind
Reasons to flee, yes, to yet another paradise find
Expand that cavernous seeking, that restless urge of youth
Looking back, I discover that was fallacy not truth
For life and passing of time brings forth a stark reality
Nothing is certain from birth to that coming *apogee
Does one rightly sail allowing winds to wherever blow
Or deny chance and plot a course to a better world go?
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born
Those sad, pitiful nights praying for saving lights of morn
None are worse than the "what ifs" and the deep "I wish instead"
Or the epic heartbreak of sleeping alone in this bed
O' that one could retreat, see to follow another trail
One to gift time, deliver her wish from the wishing well
Our living out a long life in the paradise we found
Dearest hope, we so in love, to be eternally bound!
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born
That promise of the eternal love we both had foresworn
Now surrounds this grieving soul, terrible darkness so deep
And soddened pillows from flowing tears each night I weep
Dare I this, to rise up and to give hope another chance
Retreating back into the depths of our youthful romance
If, if only such could send me to her new resting place
I would fly into that dream and to her sweet smiling face!
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2022
Romanticism,
( If only one could dream a beloved back to be together again )
Note:
(1.)
apogee:
noun: a final climactic stage
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[Post 1239]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 03-27-2022 06:22 AM
Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams
I woke to exist within a splinter of Light
Leaving behind vanity and pleasures of night
An enigma, a soul fleeing from surging blight
Alone upon a racing sea of newborn sight.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
I saw, birth of frost adorning a brighten morn
Heaving joy and soft pain to have been thus reborn
Twas' I, a messenger from a world badly torn
Else blind beggar, worthy of only scathing scorn.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
I spoke, broad meadow issued bountiful reply
Flowers gasping loudly as I gave but mild sigh
Below virgin ground moaned, above wide sunny sky
Then alone, another dream, soul sought to deny.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27- 2022
Rhyme, ( Imagination soaring, words born from a dream )
Note:
Waking to very swiftly rise,
Ink down what had arrived
Soon cometh, earth's new sunrise
I exist still, life a surprise
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[Post 1240]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2022 10:07 AM
Heartbreakingly Beautiful, The Angel That Saved Me
Heartbreakingly beautiful, she that saved me
Although bound as I was so blindly being free
Unseeing that life was a trap, a prison cell
I so long in prison, I could no longer tell
Dawn woke and its light an angel to me gifted
To share life, love - in that a soul was uplifted.
Pray I, giving thanks for her love and her dear hand.
She that gave, so loved, taught me to truly stand.
Heartbreakingly beautiful, she that saved me
From Heaven a treasure, sent to teach me to see
When her touch, her soft kiss, this prisoner did wake
Man, world had deceived to take all he could take
Rose from that dark abyss and in her light did shine
For her solemn oath said, "love hath thus made you mine"!
Under bright new sun, we basked in life anew
Our love blossomed, in its true light we both grew
Before us a romantic paradise was soon cast
Under golden moonlight, our ship sailed full mast
There in our new home, in happiness we did dwell
Shielded from darkness and this world's revolving hell.
Pray I, giving thanks for her love and her dear hand.
She that gave, so loved, taught me to truly stand.
Heartbreakingly beautiful, she that saved me
Although bound as I was so blindly being free
Unseeing my life was a trap, a prison cell
I so long in prison, I could no longer tell
Dawn woke and its light an angel to me gifted
To share life, love - in that a soul was uplifted.
Pray I, giving thanks for her love and her dear hand.
She that gave, so loved, taught me to truly stand.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2022
Romanticism,
Dedicated to my beloved wife, Clarisa
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Robert Lindley
Date: 4/3/2022 8:17:00 AM
Ego qui nunc maximum thesaurum fictilem perdidi; dilectum meum uxorem.... ----
O' that such loss could not be true
In that we could live, love anew
You the angel, I the blessed
And our true love, we both confess...
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Robert Lindley
Date: 4/3/2022 8:21:00 AM
Twas life and love that we shared
Treasure, gems never compared
Happiness and joy came so swift
All was love cast to so uplift....
Note:
This morn, write and reveal came unto me
Waking to again walk and see
Gasp at dawn's brighter, dancing glow
And our love's truth to again know.
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[Post 1241]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-03-2022 06:56 PM
Words Wrought Within Dark Depths Of Deepest Grief
The bitterness of a malady sent
Epic heartache of a soul torn and rent
When morn's rays disappear and all joy hides
Sea stands still, moon refuses to bring tides
Light tis invisible all is cold dark
Flowers have no petals, trees have no bark
Silence dances forth rears its ugly head
Lonely tosses its hat in our night-bed.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
When depths, sorrows of heart stir to invade
Life becomes just a pale, shallow parade
Romance has vanished into the mist
Aching pains into ones' mind spring to twist
All sings loud in a breaking soulful tune
Night brings only heart shattering black moon.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-23- 2022
Rhyme
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[Post 1242]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-06-2022 08:45 AM
Aye, Tis Light And Love That Again Sets To So Be
What wretched power seeks to extinguish true light
Still the poetic heart, ban into dark of night
Vanquish erupting of essence from human soul
Shall one pity for whom that sinister bell tolls
Aye, tis of dark and most wicked curse such so be
That innocence be cast into a blacken sea.
From what deep abyss does such calamity arise
Dares steals bright, glowing beauty from bluest sky
Tis that power a phantom from Hades thus born
A shadow, a slave cast to fruit only life scorn
Aye, tis of dark and most wicked curse such so be
That innocence be cast into a blacken sea.
Surely from below, a netherworld's waiting curse
Or minions of Hades, charged to seed even worse
Invisible monster that moon's beauty denies
Seeding into life, cold baskets of evil lies
Aye, tis of dark and most wicked curse such so be
That innocence be cast into a blacken sea.
Cannot truth destroy that war upon broken heart
And restore the love and hope within human heart
Yet again gift Nature's beauty and light of dawn
Reveal earth's wonders and sight of speckled fawn
Aye, tis Light and Love that again sets to so be
That innocence be not cast into poison sea.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2022
Rhyme,
( Revealing the fruits of blessed returning light )
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[Post 1243]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-07-2022 08:07 AM
Much As Love And Hope Defeats Blackest Blight
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask
To stride a victor over battles fought
A winner, hero, to live again thus sought.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
To view morn again, revel in delight
So too, shall hope gift its defending shield
Much as beauty to mankind such truth yields
Knowledge within life's wandering parade
Revealing heart's dreams are too oft overplayed.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Beg forth a basking moon, to defeat night
So too, will joy and happiness return
As wisdom teaches, life's truths we must learn
Alas! To man a great battle to win
In this earthen sea that so darkly spins.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask.
I shall walk from the dark into new light.
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Found Within A Deep-Sent Night Dream )
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[Post 1244]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2022 08:59 AM
From A Dream, Three Quatrains Gifted
The Searching
I went forth into the windy forest
Through thistles, thorns and falling day
Crossing umber meadows and flowing stream
Forever seeking that which hath fled away.
The Flying
I went forth into midnight sleeping
From spinning cloud to cloud I fled
Far below, slow breeze comforted Fate
Whilst I slept alone in my bed.
The Denying
I went forth into tomorrow's churnings
As a child lost in the sorrowing haze
The sun there was a ball of distant red
And I, falling into its infinite blaze.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2022
Poetry
Note:
Note:
Ok, note becomes the fourth, but definitely was not intended to be..
Thus, editing it now to give it the proper title..
The Understanding
Waking to rise, inking verse to stay afloat
O but a few words to the blue-cast skies
It was Goliath that the flying stone smote
Thus, laying devil low in his flesh-cast disguise…
Note:
"smote"
smite
/smit/
Learn to pronounce
verb
*****past tense: smote*****
1.
LITERARY
strike with a firm blow.
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[Post 1245]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 04-12-2022 02:19 PM
The Searching
I went forth into the windy forest
Through thistles, thorns and falling day
Crossing umber meadows and flowing stream
Forever seeking that which hath fled away.
I love this. A short poem which tells an entire story, at least IMO. Forever searching. Many a readers can read this and simply see it in their own perspectives :)
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[Post 1246]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-12-2022 10:24 PM
I love this. A short poem which tells an entire story, at least IMO. Forever searching. Many a readers can read this and simply see it in their own perspectives :)
Strength of it is in its brevity, direct on the point message and reality as poetically expressed.
Sometimes that, if done well, shows the thought, power and knowledge of the writer and that writer's desire to signify power in words.
As in --when less--- is more....-Tyr
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[Post 1247]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-18-2022 05:52 AM
Part One, Memories From The House Of Usher
Within the icy cold stare existed
There in the shadows, just baiting, baiting
Midnight rings out and all becomes twisted
The house, the old house- its victims waiting
Waiting for that sad darkness and its hell
As dead-silence calls from ghost laden walls
Under the moon, in dreams- fly witch cast spells
Whilst creaking, creaking sounds ease from dark halls
Halls that ooze out streams of frothy red stains
Above the cellar and dungeon just below
What now, of the house of Usher remains
Or Poe's dark writings and its hellish shows
Shows and horrors, midnight and crying shouts
Beast, ravenous appetite- born of lusts
Within deep darkness, yellow eyes look out
At ghastly remains, death and falling dust
R. J. Lindley, Jan. 22nd , 1973
Fragment,
Continued…..
Part Two, Memories From The House Of Usher
Within the icy cold stare existed
There in the shadows, just waiting, waiting
Midnight rings out and all becomes twisted
The house, the old house- its victims baiting.
Baiting unto that darkness and its hell
As dead-silence calls for ghost laden walls
Under the moon, in dreams- fly witch cast spells
And creaking, creaking sounds ease from dark halls.
Halls that ooze out streams of frothy red stains
Above the cellar and dungeon just below
What now, of the house of Usher remains
Or Poe's dark writings and its hellish shows.
Shows and horrors, midnight and crying shouts.
Within deep darkness, yellow eyes look out.
Robert J. Lindley,
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[Post 1248]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-20-2022 07:50 AM
You Walk Into Stonewalls, Just To Feel The Hard Knocks
O where do you go when you can no longer stand
When flowers are fallen and dying colors bland
Everywhere fly sorrows, heart does not agree
And amidst darkness, even eagles cannot see.
You walk into stonewalls, just to feel the hard knocks
Breakfast is cold, crunchy as sharply broken rocks.
O do you from such pitiful state ever rise
Morn comes crying, bad is everyday surprise
Night wails its curses and moon refuses to shine
And in that lonely, you know you've lost what is fine.
You walk into stonewalls, just to feel the hard knocks
Breakfast is cold, crunchy as sharply broken rocks.
O can one ever a new island hope to find
When misery has come and sealed his eyes blind
What can a poor boy discover to give release
Or dare to dream of that true love, joy and sweet peace?
You walk into stonewalls, just to feel the hard knocks.
Breakfast is cold, crunchy as sharply broken rocks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2022
Rhyme,
Note-
Some days bring a bit of sunshine
Other days, dark-sorrows return
When lost romance, treasure so fine
For her love, I cry, I so yearn.
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[Post 1249]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-21-2022 09:32 AM
But Time Came To Your Side, Saying, Now I Insist
Fate, know this far deeper thought- stay alive I must
For one shallow day, die I become bone and dust
Silent, so calmly asleep, turn I into stone
Beneath green pastures, weeping I for her alone
As fleeing winds, moan when hearing my futile cries
I that so deeply weep, beneath Nature's blue skies.
Fate, know this- your awesome powers, I did resist.
But Time came to your side, saying --now I insist.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2022
Rhyme
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[Post 1250]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-25-2022 09:40 AM
Once Submerged Beneath The Dark, Accursed Sea
Darkened winds beyond the long and hidden veil,
Rising sea its calm repose then casts away,
From some distance away, moaning church bell
Calling faithful and sinners, come lets pray
Tho' Fate with its power cries more in store
Here I stood, stoutly battling the unknown
With feeble words, I did each plea implore
For greater mercy and light to be shown.
Horrific dark power blasts heart and soul
Curse given out by death's repugnant hand
Raging waters swirl, bringing Fated toll
Painful cuts slash beauty of all the land
Fate with its power cries such shall be so
And mortals shall then fear my awesome wrath
At birth each is destined to soon go
Beyond the veil on a mystery path.
Although the defiant this end may cry
And with bravado seek to change that course
None, nary one Fated ending defy
Beyond the veil, all dreams flesh must divorce
Thus I stood, sword broken shield cast away
Mere flesh raging against eternity
Then the bell rang, sounding, come here to pray
For light and truth offers infinity.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2022
Rhyme, ( Praying To Again Embrace The Much Needed Light )
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[Post 1251]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 04-27-2022 05:15 AM
You Brought Love's Truth, The Brightest Light To Me
Inspired by the song- Calum Scott, Leona Lewis - You Are The Reason (Duet Version)
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You Brought Love's Truth, The Brightest Light To Me
You, you are the reason I became me
You brought the truth, the brightest light to me
You calmed the uproarious ocean
You stilled the turbulent emotion
Your tender heart gave its sweet loving glow
Your presence, your true love took me in tow
Your soft touch, your lips gave me sweetest kiss
Your beauty, your grace I do now so miss.
You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.
My love, my dear love, I cry here alone
My love, with my healed heart I have grown
My darling how your hope set me aright
My darling, your image sustains my night
My dear, I long for your angelic sight
My dear, you came vanquished this world's blight
My lover, your beautiful face I see
My lover, you were, are the best in me.
You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2022
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
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[Post 1252]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-01-2022 05:36 AM
As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours
(1.)
Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee
Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose
No longer hide behind life's hidden pose
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans
Remember her, life's most beautiful rose
She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose.
Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee
Pray to Heaven to one day again see
Together walk those streets paved in gold
Hold each other always, never grow old
Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around
With you darling, forever by my side
In divine paradise wading love's tide.
Dare I ink the words, darling I love you
Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans.
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
*****
(2.)
As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours
As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours
Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield
Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers
For this world its angry powers refuse to yield
Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign
As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align
Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I
For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky!
Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again
As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief
Here walking through life, with overloads of pain
Crying out and at moment devoid of belief
Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword
Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be
Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes
Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling
And darkness its turmoil dances into my head
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling
Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead
Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots
Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years
Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots
As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling.
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )
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[Post 1253]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-04-2022 05:53 AM
I Saw The Great And Mighty Wave
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The revealing of a newborn fawn,
A mystery in Nature's golden sphere
O' what glory rises in each new dawn
And we mortals walk blinded in our fears!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The power of this world's dark abyss,
A dream that withers on the vine
Beauty in a rose, in a warm kiss
Sweet honey, love, love on which to dine!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From the Inside, Peering Out )
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[Post 1254]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-20-2022 04:27 AM
Two gifted creations, born from dreams that were sent
and both gave a measure of blessed hope….
(1.)
He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost
He tread each new dawn, trepidation dancing right along
Where once was true valor and cast ink, now but saddest song
Yet in willowing air, that force followed with its power
Ever ready to counter, defend and knock down darken towers
Instinctively he knew, but the enemy knew that as well
Redoubled its attacks, making life again a living hell.
He read verse gifted by poets, those of such immense fame
Seen again, world is oft but a dungeon-life, but a cruel game
Yet in heart of heart, in depths of soul, his spirit cried
For waving Spring flowers, so mourned when Autumn dried
Am I, to be a fallen warrior- a sad vanishing ghost
Cast into ancient valley, to be its most reluctant host?
He bled, for life's gleaming, golden treasures now forever lost
That of innocent youth, life its heaving suffering costs
And what of that lifelong faith that somehow justice prevails
Those moonlit dreams, her love and its glory that never fails
Was it, was it - just vapor born from a disappearing dream
Or one of this wicked world's accursed and polluted streams?
And in that daze, that confused state- he unabashedly wept.
To himself thought- was he warrior-that from early grave crept?
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
( With each new word came a sigh, gleaming bit of hope- a gift )-RJL
"In the land of the blind, the one eyed jackal would be king,
And all - to "its magnificence", would dance and happily sing"-RJL
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(2.)
From A Great Distance, Love's Powerful Echo Calls
From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls
Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls
Within a forest fortress that once therein held
A love universe, tragically now felled
As love remembers, an angel that softly swore
Gave all, thus setting two souls on paradise shores.
From a great distance, love's powerful voice sings
Whilst the shattered heart and love shall always bring
Treasured memories of life, love and much more
That may temporarily repair hole, death has tore
Into love's bliss that sent to souls to beg for more.
From a great distance, love's powerful hand yields
Whilst Fate cries out no more, no more flowering fields
Yet within that somber thought, hope cries- please believe
Time heals and will conquer those fears that so deceive
A man, a lost soul- one lost within that abyss
A warrior, there dying- longing for one last kiss.
From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls
Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls
Within a forest fortress that once therein held
A love universe, tragically now felled
As love remembers, an angel that softly swore
Gave all, thus setting us both on paradise shores.
Robert J. Lindley,
( Born from a dream, a moment in our paradise recalled )
" In the land of hope, love sends its magnificent voice
As gifted blessing, reminding - to live again is a choice."
Note:
To some, writing is a bounty within an aching heart
with power to help, to begin to heal and therein
a blessing expressed in poetry- a light that has for
centuries shown mankind is far more than the savage
beast that he far too oft under this dark world's spell
treads upon paths of darkness and so blindly forgets
that hope, faith and love are shields that may bring
saving light to a broken and massively shattered soul.
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[Post 1255]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-21-2022 12:10 PM
Verse, As If Born From The Darkened Pen Of Poe
In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.
In the half-shadows, through dark surging rays
One finds fear, born of night not sunny day
Phantoms dancing to heart and soul invade
Ghastly, ravaging army on parade
Terror and angst- only mortals can conjure
All from blacken abyss- sent to injure.
In the half shadows, where pain is dark-seed
Always splattered red, as innocence bleeds
Wherein fear and doubt each quarrel to reign
Within castle walls, splashed with fresh stains
O' the pity, for hope is held at bay
For the show is always a bloody play.
In the half shadows, where soul is laid low
Are horrid fears, swirling about to grow
Winds and views - as if poet Poe had wrote
Ancient castles, ghosts, snake infested moats
Lands that terror flows and mortals await
World's evil touch, deep slashing hands of Fate.
In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From dreams, from lines read of Master Poe over these many decades )
Note: One
I was reading Poe last night, and somehow the dream that followed
tread into that darkened and murky realm. Of course, in the new light
of day- these verses were born with glimpses of that dream and its scenery.
""
Ex tenebris venit timor interior, qui inhabitat hominem et exspectat scaenam super qua ludendum est."" RJL
Note Two
https://poemuseum.org/the-fall-of-the-house-of-usher/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fall_of_the_House_of_Usher
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[Post 1256]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 05-31-2022 03:43 PM
Again, Her In These Waiting Arms
That night, came a flight to the moon
Grand and certainly not too soon
The winds softly blowing from Mars
Majestic rays from twinkling stars
All around love was on parade
Left behind revolving charades
The shackles of a world gone mad
Landing on a new starship pad
Love had flowered month of June
Heavenly night sang right in tune.
Night, brought a beautiful reprieve
A lonely Adam found his Eve
Amidst star-beams, glittering sky
Such treasure no man could deny
She a true angel, sent to save
All in life, I would ever crave
Such blessing, a memory grand
Good-bye, I said- to earthen land.
What more could universe me give
Than to forever with her live
Enjoy the loving of her smile
The sweet of her colorful style
Yet Time its old clock had started
Its path, sorrow came- we parted
Now I tear up seeing night sky
Remember saddest of good-byes.
Yet now hope cites a future date
And love has demanded of Fate
To dare to universe' arm twist
Bring her back in a nightdream mist
Again, her in these waiting arms
Love's beauty, her smoldering charms
Joyful tears I cry on such nights
For Love gifts, most precious delights
That night, came a flight to the moon
Grand and certainly not too soon.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-31-2022
Romanticism,
( Dedicated to my angel watching from Heaven above )
Note- A joy to cherish her life, our love and that we shall
one future day meet again. A blessing to wake this dawn,
see her smile and thus so poetically feel and then write.
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[Post 1257]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-02-2022 04:14 AM
Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath
When in this wicked world, we could accept light's reprieve
By opening both heart and eyes to truth thus perceive
That darkness rests within our souls, all flesh is the same
That glaring fact, ensuing battles are no mere game.
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Refusing diligence to do even basic math
When from within, we feel those hard-fought battles raging
It is a war and true enemies we are engaging
Thus 'tis folly to not recognize that fierce-some foe
And find, accepting evil allow darkness to grow.
Why this glaring reality do we too oft deny,
If not in our souls, darkness hides waiting to Light defy?
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 04- 1978,
edited 7-12-2003, 6-02-2022
Sonnet
Note:
Tis a somber reality that we too oft embrace life as a game,
Not seeing in youth, that it is our rashness we must tame.
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[Post 1258]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-03-2022 05:44 AM
Let Dawn Its Sweet Embrace, Fit Me Like A Warm Glove
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
When spirit has been broken, life sees only black
Weeping soul asks, sincere prayer, please give her back
O' lord, please gift me courage, courage I now lack!
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
Robert J. Lindley, 3- 27- 2022
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[Post 1259]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-07-2022 08:08 AM
And Remember Me In This New Heavenly Flight
Last night, I saw her dancing in the Milky Way.
Her singing, while walking along Montego Bay.
And when seeing me her voice gave a low quiver
Hers tears sent a sadness, I began to shiver
Her heart next sung, dearest darling you are my all
We have our treasures, that with love we both recall
I am with you all the way
you'll come to me someday.
My sweetheart, let our eternal love hold you up
Dearest, this love-sent kiss comes from my loving cup
I know your crying heartbreak, please hold me tonight
And remember me in this new Heavenly flight.
I am with you all the way
you'll come to me someday.
Last night, I saw her dancing in the Milky Way.
Her singing, watching moon above Montego Bay.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022
Romanticism
Note:
Montego Bay
City in Jamaica
Montego Bay, the capital of Saint James Parish on Jamaica’s north coast, is a major cruise ship port with numerous beach resorts and golf courses outside its commercial core. Popular beaches include Doctor’s Cave Beach and Walter Fletcher Beach, home to an amusement park. There’s also snorkelling and diving at coral reefs in the protected waters of Montego Bay Marine Park. ? Google
Parish: St. James
Weather: 83°F (28°C), Wind SE at 8 mph (13 km/h), 69% Humidity weather.com
Local time: Tuesday 7:50 AM
Population: 427,891 (2018)
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[Post 1260]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2022 05:41 AM
There Beyond The Purple Veil, I Hear Her Calling
As sorrowing winds blow, darkness begins falling
There beyond the purple veil, I hear her calling
For the smell of the hillside, the flowers gifting
Nature's streaming beauty, life that’s so uplifting
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.
My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.
Again this sad aching soul, its path looks ahead
Recall my youth, fairy tale promises I was fed
But mind and intelligence defeats not the dark
I am now an ancient tree stripped of its bark
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.
My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.
My true love looks on just behind the purple veil
Body exist here in pain, just a sadden shell
Agony and weeping are my companions
As I struggle here in torturous dark canyons
Yet here I sit, quite desperate and so alone
Wandering this darkness, how must I now atone.
My heart wants relief, but the shadows are playing.
Again I kneel down and sincerely start praying.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022
Rhyme
( Trying to navigate through the dark )
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Life Now Cries Out, This Truth, There Is No Holy Grail
I stab the stone wall, all to no avail
Life now cries out there is no Holy Grail
World has it right, all must walk their path blind
Weak, we think we are body, soul and mind
But reality points to that other thing
True love that its bountiful joy can bring
A soulmate, an angel to hold and love
In that truth, we can see Heaven above.
I attack that monster, that state of death.
Doing so with my all, with my last breath.
I wage a mighty war, futile tho' it will be.
Knowing reality cries, death has final decree.
I stab the stone wall, no hope- all to no avail.
Life now cries out, this truth, there is no holy grail.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2022
Rhyme
***
Note:
The winter cold chills with its glee
As frozen are the lost fruit trees
Heart walks into welcoming abyss
Life and death, dare one such times miss?
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[Post 1261]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-08-2022 02:26 PM
Imagination Says, A New Vagabond I Shall Be
Longing for beauty, I walk amidst the flowers
An olden warrior, free from fallen towers
Yet soul in me, glorious peace simply cannot find
For lonesome heart weeps deeply into troubled mind
In a moment, eyes spot a hungry little bee
Gathering its load, mindless of the lonesome me
Lost in a new world, ruled by this unruly heart
I realize this, how that little bee is so smart
With newfound knowledge, being busy is the golden key.
Onward I trek, renewed spirit resting within me.
With heart that has from its unrelenting pains found its relief.
All this beauty surrounding- releases this soul from grief.
For prison chains have been broken, redemption has found me.
Imagination says, a new vagabond I shall be.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2022
Rhyme
Personal Note:
Waking from an afternoon dream,
After my reading my newfound book, titled
Plato, Epictetus , Marcus Aurelius from The
Harvard Classics, Deluxe Edition, I had this
moment of clarity, a voice said- now write,
Please do something this not so Sad and Dark.
My muse laughed, and then far away she fled.
Next to my front porch I very hurriedly went
Could this composing truly be its own blessing,
By a stroke of dreaming, precious time well spent?
Quote:
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”
–Emily Dickinson
Quote: Emily Dickinson-
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”
Marcus Aurelius > Quotes
1. “You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
2. “Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
3. “The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”
? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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[Post 1262]
Author : jimnyc
Date : 06-08-2022 05:54 PM
Excellent! And so relatable my friend. ;) I love the way you put certain things into words to express things from your heart.
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[Post 1263]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-09-2022 04:55 AM
Excellent! And so relatable my friend. ;) I love the way you put certain things into words to express things from your heart.
Well, with 52 years of writing poetry one learns a few things, my friend.
Like how if one writes poetry, the heart's truth must be inked. Or else
what is the use, the purpose of composing poetry if it be to only feed
a growing ego?
Instead one should be composing to give to others, that they may see
and learn that life is precious and even men(tough men) have heart...-Tyr
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[Post 1264]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-24-2022 04:15 PM
As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch
Sounding a change a call to arms
echoes in heart's beatings
waging battles against world's harm
found within dawn's greetings
battle yields to heroic light
blessings send, strength to fight
to find a bountiful treasure
wake to again truth see
by love, can one truly measure
life by a sound decree
for 'tis written, heart can renew
again, true love in you
'pon a night of moon's soft glowing
from Heavenly skies cast
spirals of love's sweetest showing
true love forever lasts
dear angel, hold this thought
love's gems we gaily caught
as this heart wakes to your soft touch
dawn its bright waking sings
our deep love held so very much
as flowers are to Spring
darling, await I for night dreams
and your falling moonbeams.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2022
Romanticism
As a reply in form to my beloved wife Clarisa-
to my dear friend , Susan Ashley's
Magnificently beautiful poem, titled
" Whose Muse Elusive Dew ".
Thanks for gifting that needed inspiration..
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[Post 1265]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-27-2022 12:12 PM
Awakened At Last, Newborn Soul Sails New Seas
Hearing call of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Angels in tune singing, beauty can you hear it
A melody that soothes heart, body and ones' soul
Relieving us from this wicked world's tragic tolls
With awaking eyes, spirit understands life anew
Penetrating Light shows what to Heaven is due.
A new flame gifted, its radiant treasures brings
From above gems start to flow, given with no strings
Suddenly, world into a new horizon flees
Awakened at last, newborn soul sails new seas
Crystal blue waters and towards paradise shores
Renewed life a different world then explores.
Dawn, hearing again beauty as bright songbirds sing
Morn and life have become such a wonderful thing
Sunset, red-gold rays take on a new flaming shine
As heart, soul and spirit, drink of truth's Holy wine
Night no longer holds those evil, ghastly sent fears
For that golden treasure, rewards ones' coming years!
Hearing call of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Angels in tune singing, beauty can you hear it?
Robert J, Lindley
Composed July 27th,
a new contest entry
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[Post 1266]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-02-2022 05:55 AM
Hold On Tightly, When Life Takes Its Great Leaps And Bounds
Hold on tightly, when life takes its great leaps and bounds
this old blue marble is not all sweet virgin ground
strewn about are horrendously nasty pitfalls
awaiting the fruits of world's constant tempting calls
to dive right on in and never mind the dark sin
after all, are we not modern, enlightened men?
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Hold on tightly, raging world ever faster spins
as its current master, the dark one sits and grins
but modern man believes not in such fairy tales
or an afterlife, or chasing a Holy Grail
so dive right in, these waters are so very fine
and on your new, bright golden plates you too shall dine!
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Robert J. Lindley, July 02, 2022
Rhyme
Note:
This is a heavy rewrite of a poem that I composed back in 1977,
at age 23 and after going through a very troublesome time in my young life...
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[Post 1267]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-08-2022 09:42 AM
An Early Morn Stroll Into Heavenly Sent Bliss
A New Light, Bright Rays That Are Sent To Heall
New light, brighter rays bequeathed to heal
those deep aching fears, terrors of the night,
those wicked world uses to sweet joy kill
in its evil nature uses to blind.
New sight, a soft-cast wind sent to fill sails
those gifts of hope given and life anew
those sweeter dawns, that dark cannot assail
impregnable, new shield given to you.
New faith, a glory Heaven has thus sent
those pearls of wisdom that defeats dark fears
those words healing what was so torn and rent
wiping away sorrows and falling tears.
New light, new sight, new faith, a true godsend.
To a lost and blinded heart heal and mend.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a vanishing dream..
*****
O' Land How I Long To Tread Those Dear, Waiting Shores
O' earthen sorrows, so unwelcomed are thy pains
Gives as treasures, promised sweetened tomorrows
Not calamity of gold stolen, ill-gotten gains
Nor coming woes of heart-torn and regretful stains.
O' wizen sage, share gems of thy wisdom with me
A poor lad born a life of great hardship and toil
Dare I mourn being sailor roaming darken sea
And not that lad planting crops in soft virgin soil.
O' solitude, song I now cry to proudly sing
Whilst raging black-clad storm angrily dares to cast
Soul into that foaming pit, thus my ending bring
Or laugh crushing me under ship's fast falling mast.
O' land how I long to tread those dear, waiting shores
With its safety, and dullness I once thought so bores.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a remembered nightmare... RJL
*****
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
*****
An Early Morn Stroll Into Heavenly Sent Bliss
Emerald waters, wanted, invitingly cool
Sad, silly, many think love just another tool
An implement to further their dark, selfish aims
As if all life is but a mere win or lose game
A gamble, way to cheat, a way to conquer all
Such evil, immense folly before coming fall.
Emerald waters, wanted invitingly cool
Love is life, truth, beauty, swim in a happy pool
An early morn stroll into heavenly sent bliss
Midnight scene, complete with eager ravenous kiss
A joining of heart, soul and two desirous minds
Steamy afternoon, when time comes to close the blinds.
An early morn stroll into heavenly sent bliss .
Midnight scene, complete with eager ravenous kiss.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-08-2022
Sonnet
Note:
Composed early this morn,
born from a sweet dream-
wherein heart was renewed.
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[Post 1268]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-09-2022 11:52 AM
As Her Love Lives Forever In This Heaving Breast
Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.
As sun was waiting its glorious rise
I woke again, what a shocking surprise
Room was pitch black and clock stared at me
Blinking rapidly I began to see
A thin sliver of light enter the room
Rapidly it ran away the gloom
Thus without fear I ventured to speak
As into house a happy thought did sneak
Could this new day bring my desired goal
Live again, forgetting life's heavy tolls.
Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.
As sun illumination seeds the earth
Dare we mortals rise above lowly birth
Bask in the truth that pure love transcends all
There in the future awaits golden halls.
Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2022
Romanticism
Note: 1
When walking with Mother Nature, waking with new-cast dawns
Pondering mysteries, life and seeing a speckled fawn
A call arrives crying, give thanks for love and its true gifts
And blessings from above, harmony, peace that so uplifts.
Note: 2
"There is strong shadow where there is much light."
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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[Post 1269]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-14-2022 06:00 AM
On Nature's Beauty Soul Has Fed
Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Riverbank, soothing wind blowing
Idly sitting, nowhere going
Far away night's glory has fled
On Nature's beauty soul has fed
Awaiting rays of rising sun
Seeing vast waters as they run
I but now a speck of old dust
Life again, life to again trust
On that river, hope is my raft
Inking verse, poetry my craft.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Riverbank, shall I again fish
Dare enjoy life, make a new wish
That peace and love again I find
Wake to leave this state of deep blind
Walk forth, back into the sunlight
Into life, watching stars at night
Rise to herald birth of new day
Cast off morbid cloak of deep gray
Leave after my prayers are said
Defeat this cloud of dreaded dread.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-2022
Rhyme
Note:
This poem was born from a fragment
presented in a previous note to a
recent poem titled,
" A Return From Ashes And Dust "…
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[Post 1270]
Author : icansayit
Date : 07-15-2022 07:19 PM
Title : Somehow reminded me of when I was a young boy.
Loved it Robt. Made me think of my young days playing Tom Sawyer along our river where we built a raft using two halves of telephone poles, and pallets during the Summer. The poem is Amazing.
On Nature's Beauty Soul Has Fed
Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again strive to see, light is free
You do have a true friend in me.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Riverbank, soothing wind blowing
Idly sitting, nowhere going
Far away night's glory has fled
On Nature's beauty soul has fed
Awaiting rays of rising sun
Seeing vast waters as they run
I but now a speck of old dust
Life again, life to again trust
On that river, hope is my raft
Inking verse, poetry my craft.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Riverbank, shall I again fish
Dare enjoy life, make a new wish
That peace and love again I find
Wake to leave this state of deep blind
Walk forth, back into the sunlight
Into life, watching stars at night
Rise to herald birth of new day
Cast off morbid cloak of deep gray
Leave after my prayers are said
Defeat this cloud of dreaded dread.
Soothing, sounds of waters racing.
Shall beauty, I start embracing.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-2022
Rhyme
Note:
This poem was born from a fragment
presented in a previous note to a
recent poem titled,
" A Return From Ashes And Dust "…
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[Post 1271]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2022 03:44 AM
Loved it Robt. Made me think of my young days playing Tom Sawyer along our river where we built a raft using two halves of telephone poles, and pallets during the Summer. The poem is Amazing.
My friend, your comment is truly a fine gift.
As poets we cherish such feedback and it reinforces our desire to continue to write, continue to give of self, in hope that such may in some way benefit others.
Realize We All Have Gifts We May Impart
To take flight with well splashed and flung ink
See and to live with hope, nod and a wink
Follow course through with a passionate heart
Realize we all have gifts we may impart
Unto others and pray that gives some aid
Again have cheer, hear music well played
Give and in doing so yet live life true
By giving, our fallen spirits renew.
Take flight, let our muse set the newfound course
That from world's darkness, we need a divorce
Hear that loud call from our Savior above
Fine the cheering warmth and hope that is love
Present ripen fruits from a healing tree
In so doing, from our chains become free.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2022
Sonnet
Note: 1
Some verse born from a gift that was given
Thus found, hope and truth- new life worth livin'
In this chaotic world oft gone stark mad
Light vanquishing what was so very sad.
Note: 2
My friend, from your words a seed was planted, a new poem was born....
A godsend, into a world that has now been so ripped and deeply torn...
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[Post 1272]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-01-2022 11:31 AM
Come To Me Shadow, Your Breath I No Longer Fear
Come to me shadow, life-dancing has gone awry
Earth's rotation has slowed, pale has grown weeping sky
Even dawn and its glory dares to hesitate
For what more is life, than a heavy anchor of Fate?
So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?
Come to me shadow, your breath I no longer fear
For your powers fades away with my streaming tears
In deep sadness, you were a foe fearsomely great
Yet in my ravenous thirst, your powers I ate.
So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?
Come to me shadow, that I may lop off your head
Punishment for agony you have oft me fed
Know this, conquering you was my faithful vow
Thus with newfound light and life, I live again now.
So goes the passing of time, mankind's turbulent flow.
Dare we acknowledge death's hand, its heart-wrenching blows?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2022
Rhyme,
Quote:
“You cannot defeat darkness by running from it, nor can you conquer your inner demons by hiding them from the world. In order to defeat the darkness, you must bring it into the light.”
? Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
Note: One
"Every journey begins with that first step,
even if into epic darkness one's soul has been so tragically swept." RJL
Note: Two
Emerging from darkness into soul saving light....
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[Post 1273]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-08-2022 10:41 PM
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.
Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.
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[Post 1274]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-18-2023 01:39 PM
In The Refreshing Springtime, When The Breeze Was Cool
I used to go by the lake, sit on the old fallen oak
In the refreshing Springtime, when the breeze was cool
Later in the hot summer, there I would take a long soak
As a younger happy lad I was certainly no fool.
Then when ten years flew by, I was smarter and bit older
I met her a sweet, ravishing beauty beyond the scope
I had grown into a man, stronger and much, much bolder
Full of delirious dreams and often that magical hope.
But know this important thing, I aways backed my friends
I was wise enough to never buy a pig in a poke
Alway prudent with my money, always could met the ends
When speaking of bravery, my friends said I was no joke.
I used to go by the lake, sit on the old fallen oak
Later in the hot summer, there I would take a long soak
In the refreshing Springtime, when the breeze was cool
As a younger happy lad I was certainly no fool.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
(16 verses)
Note--
One should evaluate their past with a keen eye, truthful heart and searching mind.
Always seeking the light and the truth. Tis the best way to avoid repeated mistakes, imho.
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[Post 1275]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-19-2023 10:20 AM
But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More
But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More
Yes, these words do fly away from a poet's heart
As I give mind, soul and my all, so let us start
First comes is, world is evil and the earth is round
Lightning strikes well before you hear the blasting sound
Let us carry on with a few poetic words
About life and this wide, wide world's vast teeming herds
And this thing called humanity and its ways
Maybe toss in Shakespeare and his fantastic plays
Or not, since many think that wrong and thus object
Poetry should be more than a fancy subject
So we jump on to truth about Nature et al
The resounding beauty of it in the late Fall
How a walk in the woods can heal a troubled soul
And ponder the why Life oft takes a heavy toll
Or happiness is treasure that we know it be
Our nation is a gem from sea to shining sea
Why we seek a soulmate, we look for a true love
And if we are smart we pray to our God above
If worthy, we may live unto a ripe old age
If greatly blessed, we may become an old sage
That will gift the darken world in wisdom he shares
Maybe write a bestselling book if anybody cares.
A story well told about wild ways of ones' youth
Must be presented with the wildness of its truth
How so much was great fun but also was some bad
Maybe its strange even with its joys and some sad
But all in all, a poet many things may tell
About this space down here between Heaven and Hell
Lest I forget there are some that do not believe
Live life as a gamble, with spaded ace up the sleeve
Thinking it fable, so they can do as they please
Or else play games ready made to deceive
Life and love, a topic most people know about
A great many live it all without a shout
Some might even say, it is a beautiful thing
They write their loving songs and so joyously sing
But truth is life and love is so very much more
A human has a soul so deep, deep in his core
To more words and other written meanderings
Any poet must know first his own beating heart
Sharing the real truth first would always be his start
I lived wild back then and loved with my all
So when poetry summoned I answered its call
Now to bring these meanderings to conclusion
This mirage just shows, we are all an illusion.
Robert J. Lindley, \ Rhyme
date 1986, edit 1987, 2006
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[Post 1276]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-23-2023 02:53 PM
He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
There is not a soil tiller, not that kind within all of me
I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me
I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free
When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight
I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins
A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame
Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away
I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way
A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979
Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.)
A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.
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[Post 1277]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-23-2023 03:24 PM
Tales Of The Wayward Hero And His Life
Under the crispy crust was soil that sang right out of tune
its musical tastes, akin to the weather in late June
its melody came from a broken harp hiding upstairs
most of all the hero loved going to the state fair
with a torn raincoat on and a dear whiskey bottle too
all the while he was broke with his month's rent long overdue
The hero laughed and always said, "Life is for good fun"
Said that too, just before he shot his head with his friend's gun.
Robert J. Lindley, Sept 3rd, 1981
Rhyming short
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[Post 1278]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-23-2023 06:26 PM
Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.
The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.
Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.
Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme
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[Post 1279]
Author : icansayit
Date : 06-25-2023 05:31 PM
Title : Once you've lived at sea...
He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
There is not a soil tiller, not that kind within all of me
I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me
I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free
When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight
I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins
A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame
Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away
I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way
A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979
Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.)
A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.
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As an old sailor. I miss being out there every day since I retired.
YOU can take the sailor out of the sea.
But you can't take the Sea outta the sailor. I only missed two oceans, the Artic, and the Black.
Around the entire FLAT EARTH twice...and Never fell off. :lol::lol::lol:
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[Post 1280]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-25-2023 05:42 PM
Splashes Of Black Ink Fell, I Hope You Have Found It Great Fun
Can I write a poetic trickle of mesmerizing words
Watch how the rambling herd feeds and chews a wilderness-cast meal
Yes, dawn flowed on forth happily with its glad singing songbirds
And the invisible raptor soared high to sing its loudest zeal
What about those wild forests with all that widespread verdant green
Crying and lonesome boulders hanging all about this place
Much vibrating color and scattering wildlife to be seen
All that hanging moss flowing looking like an old witch's face
One can easily take a turn wrong and find themselves lost
Critters eating, chasing and have a bang up general ball
All of that Mother Nature gives us free of any costs
May be best if one can answer that of Nature beating call.
Well, a little bit of poetic writing has been done!
Splashes of black ink fell, I hope you have found it great fun!
Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
Aug. 27th, 1977
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[Post 1281]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-26-2023 09:57 AM
John The Baptist, True Man Of God Was He
His name was John, a man God saw quite fit
A shining light shown in all that he did
With the starving for faith crowd a huge hit
He came with his own pot, kettle and lid
Water and Word were his true message sent
And the angels watched over his crowd
He had nothing to do with government
He spoke truth with his godly word so loud
He water baptized, angels rejoice
Nobody counted all he had saved
But all Heaven shouted with one great voice
While Heaven feasted, the angels all raved.
A true man, a hero sure to be
His actions were all in God's good graces
True faithful follower of God is he
Baptize the lost no matter the races
True chosen and a true man of our God is he.
One that listens intently, leads the blind to see.
Form= Rhyme
\Contest entry
Robert J. Lindley
I made a mistake and wrote this as you see , which is 8 verses longer than the 12 verses required for the contest.
Thus, I posted it at my poetry site, with the last 8 verses removed to meet the 12 verse requirement.
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[Post 1282]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-27-2023 09:11 AM
I Was A Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I ran across the land, raced toward the moon
Into the arms of Indian maiden as she swoon
Bright night it was with a jubilant golden moon
Her radio playing all my favorite tunes.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I left her village running into the big ole city
A very sad old fool chasing gold, what a sad pity
True, I was a rough hombre and even a bit gritty
A friend I was of Mickey Mantle and Walter Mitty.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 11th 1974
Rhyme
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[Post 1283]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 06-30-2023 09:33 AM
Born And So Welded Into A Valiant Hero To Be Set Apart
Whatever marrow of manhood lieth in this courageous heart
surrounded by this weak flesh and jubilant searching soul
born and so welded into a valiant hero to be set apart
wherein living earth and Mother Nature dares sets its goal.
Robert J. Lindley, May 13th 1971
Quatrain
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"That love, she the rare beauty never knew
nor the sweet taste of dawn and falling dew
upon the glowing flowers and green grass
Alas! My princess, your life set askew."
RJL 1971- quatrain
SNIPPET FROM ""THE FORGOTTEN FAIRY QUEEN""
My longest poem that was stolen and burned, in 1973
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[Post 1284]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-01-2023 10:28 AM
Love, Hope, Life, Imagination, May We Live It With Good
Poetry is a spirit born of heart, soul and sound mind
Read, spoken aloud, it comforts when one hears it
As it questions all life, love, hope, actions of all mankind
And that worst of all, final death, the end as we near it
It gives soothing comfort even to we that are so blind.
Robert J. Lindley, July 12th, 1971
Quatrain
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Note: A short poem, written at age 15
Expectation In Life
Sun rose as life again this said
Rise ye lad from that your night bed
Know every day is a gift
Should love come, it does so uplift.
RJL- Quatrain
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[Post 1285]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-01-2023 04:22 PM
I Chase The Wind, And Live I Tasting It
My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.
I am worn with a wild desire and yet fit
I have wandered the earth and mountains
In vain fled from Apollo's burning fires
I chase the wind, and tasting all of it.
What avails gathering world's stirring motions
As the planets above fly right on by
Wherein wide across is the windy ocean
And soft the mourning doves sin
My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.
My lost lover you have that hold over me!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme,
Oct. 23rd 1971
Note- I was but 17 years old back when I composed this one.
An idealist and a hopeful young lad. The world beat that out of me quick enough.
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[Post 1286]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-03-2023 01:30 PM
As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written
What of the night creature and its overgrown soul
Hiding away in corner of the room laughing blindly
Born in a pyramid where no master asks a damn toll
Yet the beautiful foreign princess spoke so very kindly
And the desert gave its nod and a night-wind fiercely blew
Stars floated above in a Heaven so truly smitten
With starry-eyed courageous hero that none knew
As one old, aged poet scrolls his best verses written
Watching the reddish moon swiftly spinning in the night sky
And I sit here on the sandy beach asking myself why?
This ghastly ole night creature calls out so meekly my name.
Does it think my passing ghostly image is out of frame?
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
""And the ocean spoke in a loud voice, sail on my waters, my friend""
Oct 21st 1975-- born from a dream that summer
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[Post 1287]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-04-2023 01:59 PM
Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs
When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try
There was far too much heavy words and abject pain
From the outskirts there was much cold, cued applause
Over desert ocean, he vultures await meals
And the heroes celebrated their minor pause
As the banker cries for more yellow gold to steal
The beaded storm its wings flap with laughing anger
And Greek Gods had a party to stamp their gold seal
In the distant mountains, awaited grave danger
The Raven's rascals held out for a better deal.
Beware thee the unsavory, unfettered throngs.
For darkness lies within their old romantic songs.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnett
Nov. 21st- 1971
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[Post 1288]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-14-2023 11:19 AM
The Life Of A Valiant Knight In King Arthur's Court
There within the postern side of a hairy night
Fumbled the great hero with his sharpened sword
His valor never questioned, he knew no fright
not even anger and pain of avenging hordes
All that red-blood spilt and enemy destroyed
His courage always a stout stallion on display
Long Bow, sharp sword and keen knife, tools he employed
And the beauty of pure courage with little pay
As knight he knew to honor his master and God
To fight for divine goodness and a righteous cause
Truth, bravery evident wherever he trod
Only helping those innocent gave he good pause.
A most courageous knight and a valiant quest.
Serving only truth, light and God that he knows best.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan 1st 1971
Age 17 years old
Note: Doubts are there, if King Arthur really existed.
He does my friends, as I have seen him often in my dreams.
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[Post 1289]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-15-2023 07:51 PM
Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall
I wrote you and you answered me not
I sent you all my love, and all I got
Your beauty fantastic but ears are not
Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot
Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up
I then drank my coffee from golden cup
No, I did not forget your pretty face
My dear, your character is a disgrace
Selfish is certainly your middle name
My dear love and romance is not a game
Pure truth and light is in its vital core
Truth is, I do not love you anymore
Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall
I am happy now dancing down the hall
This is my last note, so please cry some more
Man am I, but sorry you are a who**
Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17..
Note.
Adios, please do not write me or call
We are done, you cheated and that is all.
Note:
Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore
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[Post 1290]
Author : icansayit
Date : 07-15-2023 08:26 PM
Title : A What?
Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall
I wrote you and you answered me not
I sent you all my love, and all I got
Your beauty fantastic but ears are not
Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot
Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up
I then drank my coffee from golden cup
No, I did not forget your pretty face
My dear, your character is a disgrace
Selfish is certainly your middle name
My dear love and romance is not a game
Pure truth and light is in its vital core
Truth is, I do not love you anymore
Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall
I am happy now dancing down the hall
This is my last note, so please cry some more
Man am I, but sorry you are a who**
Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17..
Note.
Adios, please do not write me or call
We are done, you cheated and that is all.
Note:
Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore
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* * What a Crock:laugh2:
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[Post 1291]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-16-2023 06:52 PM
Tombstones And Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave
Howl of the blowing winds waywarder than others
In the darkened cave where evil desires wait
Caste us into stiff clans with warriors and brothers
Those of evil wrath, villainy and hands of Fate
Allow us this our fallacies and heedful needs
We of mortal flesh that walk barefoot and so brave
Always comes the bad, the pains and the massive bleeds
Salvation hardly ever comes but mercy saves
We who wait around campfires and hold our heads proud
Ready to fight the wicked world and thank our God
Do not think evil demons in their long black shrouds
Can meet anything from us except our iron rods
We the brave that face the hungry snarl of cracking
With gritting teeth and our courage never lacking.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 9th , 1972
Age 18
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[Post 1292]
Author : icansayit
Date : 07-17-2023 06:11 PM
Title : Good one Robert.
Tombstones And Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave
Howl of the blowing winds waywarder than others
In the darkened cave where evil desires wait
Caste us into stiff clans with warriors and brothers
Those of evil wrath, villainy and hands of Fate
Allow us this our fallacies and heedful needs
We of mortal flesh that walk barefoot and so brave
Always comes the bad, the pains and the massive bleeds
Salvation hardly ever comes but mercy saves
We who wait around campfires and hold our heads proud
Ready to fight the wicked world and thank our God
Do not think evil demons in their long black shrouds
Can meet anything from us except our iron rods
We the brave that face the hungry snarl of cracking
With gritting teeth and our courage never lacking.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 9th , 1972
Age 18
A Little sidenote here....On my last ship in 1995. Everyone called me "Tombstone"
because of my age, and my Sam Elliott Mustache.
It all began when we were watching the MOVIE "TOMBSTONE", and stuck.
Even the day I retired. A Master Chief friend of mine had the Cooks make
Me a CAKE shaped like a gray tombstone before I left the ship.
NOW...I look back and remember. NONE of us know, or will know...
When we get our Final TOMBSTONE.
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[Post 1293]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-20-2023 10:09 AM
I Was Born Rowdy And Cowboy To Be
I wrote you a story, wrote you a song
How cowboy left to ride the purple sage
Said to his sweetheart I will not be long
I will soon be on the great hero's page
My fine six guns will be hot and blazing
And that target will be full of round holes
Whiskey drinking weekends all a 'crazing
Making money and having fun my goal
And poker table will be my best friend
In local saloon I spend my free time
O' yes, my horse with me until the end
I do so love beautiful western clime.
I was born rowdy and cowboy to be.
For truth is too much fight rests within me.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 11th 1972
Sonnet
Note: I drank too much whiskey last night.
I sat up til 3AM writing poems .
this was the last one I composed, because I was watching westerns on TV..
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[Post 1294]
Author : icansayit
Date : 07-20-2023 02:21 PM
Title : Yippy ciii Aaaa!
I Was Born Rowdy And Cowboy To Be
I wrote you a story, wrote you a song
How cowboy left to ride the purple sage
Said to his sweetheart I will not be long
I will soon be on the great hero's page
My fine six guns will be hot and blazing
And that target will be full of round holes
Whiskey drinking weekends all a 'crazing
Making money and having fun my goal
And poker table will be my best friend
In local saloon I spend my free time
O' yes, my horse with me until the end
I do so love beautiful western clime.
I was born rowdy and cowboy to be.
For truth is too much fight rests within me.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 11th 1972
Sonnet
Note: I drank too much whiskey last night.
I sat up til 3AM writing poems .
this was the last one I composed, because I was watching westerns on TV..
HAVE PEN...WILL WRITE...GUNSMOKE GONE...GET A BONANZA! Good one Robert.
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[Post 1295]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-20-2023 05:41 PM
HAVE PEN...WILL WRITE...GUNSMOKE GONE...GET A BONANZA! Good one Robert.
My very good friend, there is a lot of truth in those verses. The more truth within a poem the greater it is. Besides I always loved westerns... God bless..-:saluting2:-Tyr
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[Post 1296]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-27-2023 02:01 PM
Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks
As the moon repents from its many vague allusions
And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations
What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations
Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions
He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis
Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat
While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis
The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat
We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit
Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead
Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it
Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes
instead.
Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all.
Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Feb 11th, 1971 age 17
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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[Post 1297]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 07-27-2023 03:50 PM
I Dream With The Moon, The Soft Moon And I
Walk with the shadow, the shadow and I
I dream with the moon, the soft moon and I
I ride with the horse, racing horse and me
I imagine truth, the great truth of we
We chase the rainbow, the rainbow we chase
There is no real gold, no gold in that place
Sweet is her charm true
Her charm overdue
Walk with her shadow
Moon is glowing down
Her beauty is real
Real her beauty's deal
Walk with the shadow, the shadow and I
I dream with the moon, the soft moon and I.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 27th, 1971
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[Post 1298]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-03-2023 02:49 PM
And Then Remember Faith And Truth Brought About This
Marveling at the deep darkness of sunless days
Abject idleness of rivers that do not flow
O' lord bring us more of your true brightened ways
Give unto us again, your holy righteous glow
We pray Heaven is truth of our holy reward
As we in glory walk upon its golden streets
Walk ye in sincere faith, yes we know it is hard
But in Heaven's silver halls angels you will greet
Dawn will gift true love and a beautiful sunrise
Years of happiness and more than enough pure bliss
Give unto the Dark One a most shocking surprise
And then remember faith and truth brought about this
A stunning tomorrow full of laughter and love
With manna from Heaven and dear gifts from above.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 03- 2023
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[Post 1299]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-04-2023 01:26 PM
The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told
He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.
While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.
He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have here in my heart.
Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet
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[Post 1300]
Author : icansayit
Date : 08-04-2023 02:58 PM
Title : Wow...
The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told
He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.
While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.
He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have here in my heart.
Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet
Robert...what images your words instill. "Pregnant hills"?
Father time...? Great wordsmithing.
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[Post 1301]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-04-2023 05:22 PM
Robert...what images your words instill. "Pregnant hills"?
Father time...? Great wordsmithing.
Thank you, my good friend. Well, such come with the territory if one is a poet. God bless. -Tyr
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[Post 1302]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-05-2023 10:02 AM
The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House
Within green grass in fields in Minnesota
an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing
no horses galloping in Dakota
yes, that damn lying woman lost her ring.
a rotten world dying flecked with you
your broken left wrist eating its sweet pain
winter dares to swing whilst snowing its glue
and life's splitting heartache rides its black train.
green glows and races the old crying clock
its dying spirit cursing winter's breath
angry sailors pray their ships finds the dock
for vehement sea has gifted cold death.
Within green grass a wet trembling mouse.
The old farmer rests warm in his snug house.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
October 13th 1972
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[Post 1303]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-07-2023 09:56 AM
Free Verse
Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See
Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See
Hold that thought,
the world desperately needs you
not just your skin
your deeper schemes
nor love that hath
quietly fled your stealthy
grasp
This loss, this aching
scrapes the brittle bones
tears apart your soul
seeps into your midnight bed
breaks your feet
swallows your vanity
and then vomits bricks
of aspirations
to be not a fool
but race horses
and fly kites
remember nobody
forgives you
for your running away
to the circus
and watching all the clowns
eye to eye
finally
able to see
true life
once more.
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
8-07-2023
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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[Post 1304]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2023 09:51 AM
Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge
Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.
Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979
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[Post 1305]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-09-2023 06:20 PM
When Ocean Dries Up Will Be A Bad Plight
In that old house something seemed not right,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.
The moon lost its bright golden glow that night,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.
His old grandmother was losing her sight
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.
When ocean dries up will be a bad plight,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.
Robert J. Lindley --- Chant poem,
Aug 8th. 2023
Note--
A new poetry form I found mere moments ago, it is called Chant poetry.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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[Post 1306]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2023 06:18 PM
On Dark Dying Sunless Beams I Went To Wait
Destined to be valor was a granite block
World had no idea what lay ahead;
Intuition was dreamed, I lay in bed,
Even to this soul, my power became a shock!
Yet you my darling in your blinding light
Why on weeping earth did you race to leave?
Gifting dire lonesome sifted through a seeve
As your comet fled into dark of crying night.
In your lost paradise you call my name
But I vanished away into a galactic herd
You then fell like a perishing little redbird
And sad truth was nobody won that sick game.
On dark dying sunless beams I went to wait.
While you lived sad, eating only your deep hate.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 5th 1976
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[Post 1307]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-10-2023 09:00 PM
And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.
She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
Sonnet
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[Post 1308]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-11-2023 08:58 AM
Well, Does Listening To Jazz Put You In The Groove
What of your loving heart is it really that real
that the sky and the air touches deeply your soul
does joy cause you to wake up with renewed zeal
race morning sun with victory your final goal
Can ever truth and light gift you much needed wins
As you star-beam into future you do not know
Hold you promise and forget your most ancient sins
Wake each bright sunny day dragging your guilt in tow
But we know some heartache waits each corner we turn
If we watch the Heavens some light can penetrate
Our lives, our hearts and into our brains deeply burn
Truth's food is honey and good wine we sat and ate.
Does knowledge of our God really our lives improve.
Well, does listening to jazz put you in the groove?
Robert J. Lindley, April 20th 1973
Sonnet
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[Post 1309]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-12-2023 10:30 AM
Midnight Hauntings Of Old Man Turner's House
Daylight's silver fingers haunt the old home
Ghosts stay there haunting and at night they roam
So eerie when they together loud moan
And spill warm warm red blood on the blood stone
We as kids would not go there on a dare
In that evil place rest scariest scares
Rumor is Jack got caught when he fell down
Never seen again in our little town
Kenny went there and he came back a mute
Mike promise he would go and that ghost shoot
Nobody goes there neither boy or man
Adults now we laugh at all those old scary days
Would I go there now , I shall simply refuse say.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Feb.13th, 1972
Note --
Years since my writing this and the old house has been torn down since the late 1980's..
I do wonder often, where those ghosts had to go?
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[Post 1310]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-12-2023 02:40 PM
And Remember A Person Can Make Their Own Fate
Yes, kick curb and run out to smashing sea
There is more than enough for you and me
Gold coins and treasure we so dearly want
Stay away from those rowdy crowds that taunt
On sailing ship or aristocrat's schooner
Manna from Heaven comes so much sooner
Yes, such fortune waits for the truly brave
So be a Christian soldier not a knave
Let the cool west winds set sail and hold true
Give your thanks, go ahead live life anew
As real paradise is the truest life
Free from dark and evil world's evil strife.
Walk well your chosen path being narrow and straight.
And remember a person can make their own Fate.
Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
Sept. 2nd 1979
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[Post 1311]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-13-2023 09:38 AM
Blistering Hot August Day On The Farm
humid and blue sky
life oft sucks, don't ask me why
seven ducks, one pond
Robert J. Lindley
haiku
Note:
This was written today -8-13-2023, born from a memory dredged up from 1969.
And that farm life that at age 15 I so dearly hated.
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[Post 1312]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-16-2023 06:03 PM
Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )
There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow
Hung like a nose awaiting its next dying soul
Like youth that dares not to wait for next tomorrow
Was that broken heart suffering its greatest toll.
An epic tragedy of Shakespearian might
A fallen angel, writhing in throes of despair
To be sure she was indeed a very poor sight
Clad in torn dress with her dirty dishwater hair!
In that sad place that time, doomed to meet her end
Amidst the hovel and willfully silent walls
Alone and starving, devoid of care and her friend
Into the chasm of agony fell her weak calls.
She that had once dazzling beauty and her great fame
Now a fallen angel, tormented by her sin
Without home or even a penny to her name
Begging death's dark-hand, anything to the hurt end!
As that midnight bell sounded with its sadden strokes
She turn to gaze at the full moon beaming so bright
Gone were the friends, the parties and the gayest jokes
There lay she in the mess of her pitiful sight.
No courageous white-knight came to her rescue
There in the corner stood that monster laughing loud
Of its evil-cast origins she had not a clue
Always above its ugly head hung a black cloud!
Time was fast ticking, she said her final sad words
She was there with her beloved snow-white horses
In the open plains riding with the racing herds
Towards the gold castle that held the sweetest voices.
Dawn rays found her frozen body, her eyes bound shut
The monster had flown her to its hideous lair
Its razor sharp claws had gifted the ending cut
She was at final rest no longer in its wicked snare!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2020
Rhyme, Composed In Tribute to the famous poet- - R.S. Thomas…
( Doom Brought On By Drug Addiction- Death As Its Monster Feeds )
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[Post 1313]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2023 08:48 AM
A Dream, A Glorious Trip To Heaven
That laugh with the soft soothing breeze
Floating with such an easy ease
Bit strange, almost a mystery
Ghost like, like a lost ship at sea
O'my is that a sailor there
And another makes it a pair
I can see their long searching faces
O' my they go to other places
Now on deck on a flying star
I wonder, I wonder how far
Could this be just another dream
The great imagery makes it seem
Am I floating aloof right now
But Lord, bless my soul as to how?
Yes, now just ahead golden gates.
Heaven rich and fine, am I late?
Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 11th 1971
Sonnet- 16 verses
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[Post 1314]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-17-2023 03:54 PM
Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range
Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.
Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.
Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.
Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971
Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.
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[Post 1315]
Author : icansayit
Date : 08-17-2023 04:58 PM
Title : Robert...Remember this?? Sounds familiar huh?
Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range
Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.
Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.
Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.
Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971
Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=ZliX5mP7ATA&ab_channel=ItsWaldo%28WalterBrinkman%29
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[Post 1316]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-18-2023 10:01 AM
You Still Take My Panting Breath With Your Deep Beauty Within
Is this true, love has gifted you dear heart to me
You my ravishing lover prince, so handsome and free
I remember our first tryst, your body so damn sweet
If that was fantasy dream, it cannot be beat
Tonight we shall ravish each other and love all night
I anxiously await, purest bliss and truism's delight
You my prince bravest of warriors, without any real fear
Again and again my darling, as lips meet, we both know
Life and truest love is ours, not just a good timing show
Blistering hot romance, hunger for starry night's deep love
We shall to the heavens fly, yes dear, there so far above
That satisfaction and hungers will momentarily subside.
You still take my panting breath with your deep beauty within.
We shall this very night find our nirvana, skin to skin.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2023
Sonnet
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[Post 1317]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-18-2023 02:24 PM
Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting
The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I throw it into an angry window
To hear with bursted ear and see glass fall
This hunchback world what the hell does it know
People, crowding earth with their rabbled lives
Amidst this decay, this old dying heap
What of ones' life is happy, does it thrive
Or just a junkyard were rotten trash sleeps.
The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I am itching to throw and break something
Are my nerves frayed you ask, not at all
It is that I know the hurt of her sting.
The newfound rock the size of a baseball.
I throw it before supper mother calls.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 14th 1972
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[Post 1318]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2023 07:15 AM
It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes
It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes
Up there overhead with silent anger
What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast
On a morn with dazzling trapezoid skies
This heart could not bear to see its long paws
and that deathly stare that penetrated me
O' lord save me now, please come to my aid
I wept bitterly, slashed with those claws
My mind again said to me, be thee stout
Step back, grab your sharpened sword and cut
You can do it, kill this fierce, horrid beast
And as I swung, I said "die, with a shout"!
That sword plunged in fast and hilt deep.
Damn it, alarm clock rang, I woke from sleep.
Robert J, Lindley - Dark sonnet
Dec 6th, 1973
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[Post 1319]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-19-2023 01:34 PM
When Searching Depths Of Mind Questions Its Own Sanity
Go to the green, green blades of grass
Speak and watch the sunbeams obey
There in the mountain top, a frigid pass
What beast did brave boy David slay.
In rainbow-cast deserts wind swift blows
Its flying roses into an old silver jar
O'but nobody that tragic tale knows
Why the hell we are where we are.
What on earth do we darest to desire
Golden halls and living to ripe old age
To not gasp when others admire
Vanishing letters on a torn page.
When spirit fights to soothes the aching soul.
Just who fired the shot from grassy knoll.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 27th 1974
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[Post 1320]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-20-2023 06:05 PM
If I'd Seen The Hungry Dino, I'd Not Be Dead
Stars spits light and belts, grows old and nobody cries
Universe slyly winks and eternity sees truth prevails
Earth vomits from Hell's pits and everybody dies
Justice opens eyes to say, life is crap-lost my scales
Unmeaning light its dying shadows scatter all about
The half-dead king rose from napping to see graveyard ghouls
In distance, queen was partying with fairies about
Jack was drunk working with his imaginary tools
And the blind princess yelled, " Hells coming" with a shout"
Caveman said, I want very nice juicy dino steak
His wife laughed and said, "Then kill one would you please,
Last time you came home drunk, saying sorry my mistake"
He replied, " Hun, I was sure I'd get one with ease"!
Aint that the sorry truth ghost in the corner said.
"If I'd seen the hungry dino, I'd not be dead."
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 2nd 1973
Note. This poem was created for my nephew Chad, to read Monday in his third grade class
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[Post 1321]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-22-2023 10:56 AM
Artist Painted All, Even Her Own Fork-Tongue
Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.
O' but then the tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977
Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed.
I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.
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[Post 1322]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-22-2023 03:30 PM
Cascading Embers Of Heart Driven Fire
Unrepentant heart, its hot blood there spills
Sad dregs of immortal nurselings of desire
And winter's warm breath blows the woodland fires
Amongst the frozen trees and through the hills
Wanton weariness, invisible veil hides
Cascading embers of heart driven fire
Exploding storm flees to nothing it retires
And dead emperor in agony resides
Black robe judges, their guilt forever play
Broken guitars without needed six strings
As death's hand taps as the naked ghost sings
In nirvana the prophet chose to stay.
Unrepentant heart, melody just right.
Saw truth, amidst the horrors of that night.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 26th, 1972
Sonnet
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[Post 1323]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2023 08:20 AM
War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For
War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.
War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.
O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19
Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.
Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.
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[Post 1324]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2023 09:32 AM
Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine
Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.
I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.
I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!
She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972
1st note-
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""
2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..
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[Post 1325]
Author : icansayit
Date : 08-25-2023 02:32 PM
Title : Thanks Robert.
War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For
War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.
War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.
O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19
Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.
Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.
On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"
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[Post 1326]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2023 04:45 PM
[QUOTE=icansayit;1014754] On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"[/QUOTE
Thanks, my friend. War is only good for death, misery and destruction. All of which are high negatives in life. The Vietnam war was a ffkked up thing
It was not fought as a military engagement should be. We had the planes, the bombs to bomb North Vietnam back into the stone age .
An age they were just barely out of in my opinion. China bluffed us into fighting a very limited engagement which was absolutely crazy.--Tyr
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[Post 1327]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-25-2023 05:28 PM
She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus
She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.
Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.
Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.
To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.
She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.
Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971
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[Post 1328]
Author : icansayit
Date : 08-25-2023 05:33 PM
Title : Let me guess WHO Robert?
She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus
She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.
Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding dear allegiance to psychic death.
Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.
To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.
She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.
Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971
Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?
She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr
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[Post 1329]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-26-2023 11:07 AM
A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me
O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike
Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash
Hole in chest, were you stabbed with a spike
But as usual your face still quite so fine.
Those long sexy legs as flamed burnt ash
And once beautiful eyes are hateful beams
Ah yes, your smile that won you loads of cash
Can no longer conceal your wicked schemes.
My dear, yes I still have that stomped heart
One you skinned with rusty fish skinners
Wickedness places high on evil's heart
As you feast on your blood-soaked dinners.
You are ugly, your dark spirit exposed
I see your pale ghost gnashing its sharp teeth
I regret forever, once you I chose
Your grave, pray I you are thousand feet 'neath.
Has been thirty years, do I your ghost see?
Why does your apparition now pester me?
I believe it, your curse is that damn strong.
Pray now, your spirit goes where it belongs!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Jan. 20th 1973
She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus
She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.
Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.
Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.
To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.
She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.
Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971
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[Post 1330]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-26-2023 04:20 PM
Next, I Was Thrashing In The Ocean My Legs Ate Off By Sharks
With crazy mind, I took bitter taste of the insolent sky
Its abject rankness was comparable to ashes from Hell
A violent, thrashing river erupted and let poison fly
Then storming winds spat out that sick, sulfuric acid smell
Giant walls appeared and were so rapidly closing on in
My feet were stuck to a nasty bloody paste on the floor
Off to the side was a rank and stagnant body parts bin
I searched hard and could not find a get-away door.
Now the hideous place was so damn completely dark
I had pulsing shakes and sweats falling from my brow
Next, I was thrashing in the ocean my legs ate by sharks
I prayed for a rescue but I could not fathom just how.
Three o'clock came and through window moon-beams splattered
I woke up, sighed my relief, not that any of it mattered.
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse dark sonnet
July 21st, 1973
Note- A little poem composed from the memory of very bad dream I had last night.
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[Post 1331]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-27-2023 07:05 AM
Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?
She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr
My good friend she was a hideous melding of all of them. I did not just walk away, I ran away/ and I never went back..
All she had going for her was her beauty. --Tyr
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[Post 1332]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-27-2023 02:48 PM
As Saturated Earth Bids Me Adieu
As saturated earth bids me adieu
Angry moon spat out darken, molded cheese
There, prisoner in chains, thinking of you
My evil captors doing what they please.
Wicked lateral cuts gracing my arms
Damn cratered knots all over my head
That gypsy sold me a bag of dark charms
He was hoping that soon I would be dead.
What a trip to the old dark continent
Now I understand what warnings were about
Those ignored, thinking my shield was resilient
I went to scream but hell nothing came out.
What was this beast rising from the bare ground
Its immense strength and power off the charts
Its vicious roar, such a terrifying sound
Evil lair, I saw bloody body parts!
Next I recall, a voice said its a dream
You my sleeping friend, rise from your night bed
I will aid you, we will fight as a team
You and I shall slay the black beast instead.
Off damn alarm goes, nothing decided.
Could not use ray gun I was provided.
Robert J. Lindley, 22 Dark verse rhyme.
April 21st , 1972
Note:
"I wage battles in my ballooning head
My soul, its venom so gaily spilled
In my first vow, I kill dark beasts instead
Lost count, must have been a thousand I killed." RJL
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[Post 1333]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-30-2023 08:44 AM
Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts
He gave us images, the raving beauty far within
and romantic dancing words that ate up the eager page
he met the world head on and absorbs into his white skin
Ahh but, a great calamity he dies at a young age.
In dreams I see him, singing great poems all dressed to kill
His countenance, that of a handsome prince on a new lark
Yet when reading his poetry, don't you get such a thrill
Man was a poetic genius, certainly left his mark.
That of great beauty, his life's tragedy, death far too young
Verses he sang to us, such true and deep pleasures they gave
And those magical words, translated into many tongues
O' the deep truth, millions of readers read and then they rave.
Lord Byron, your words have often soothed desirous souls.
Poets honor you and take your deep accomplishments our goals.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 10th, 1971
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[Post 1334]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 08-31-2023 11:20 AM
The Truth Of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How
Over the grit-stained shoulders of ancient marble
Rests a million vagaries of humanity's million sins
Just as earth's flocks of beautiful songbirds warble
So goes the evils engaged in by millions of men
As trees shower this olden earth with billions of falling leaves.
On lichen laced boughs the owl sits watching the moon
Its brilliant shooting rays soothing the hearts of those that grieve
Thousands of hearts, as for new love gifted far, far to soon.
All night widgeon, mallard and teal sit almost freezing
Awaiting a dawn that brings warmth from brother Sol
In the foxhole, soldier read poetry found it pleasing
But the savagery of war brings its heavy, malignant toll.
My sweetest lover, I turn gently to her now as night growls.
I pray to love her always, with solemn words asking God how!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
June 9th , 1977
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[Post 1335]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-01-2023 09:27 AM
Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True
Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.
Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!
May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023
Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.
Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley
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[Post 1336]
Author : icansayit
Date : 09-01-2023 02:30 PM
Title : Great one Robert.
Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True
Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.
Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!
May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023
Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.
Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley
I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.:wink2:
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[Post 1337]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-01-2023 06:15 PM
I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.:wink2:
Yep, it is one gigantic piece of real estate, eh? God bless you. my good friend.
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[Post 1338]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-02-2023 07:26 AM
How We Compose Poems As True, Dedicated Poets
I love how a poem starts with the first dreamy word
Just as beautiful melodies beg to be heard
Then poet quite wide awake and clear starts to dream
Soon he is picking up like locomotive on steam
Bringing heart and mind into a much higher gear
Truth and fantasy begin like song from birds
Does not matter if about love or abject fear
What matters, imagination, life, love may gift words
But the poet may be a beginner or star
What reader wants is to touch that dear beating heart
Does not matter, the when, where, how or who you are
Poetry pleases reader and is a fine start.
As poets we cast images to others please.
For some, may be hard, for others may be with ease.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan 20th 1972
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[Post 1339]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-02-2023 02:32 PM
And With Tantalizing Depths Found We Paint Beauty Divine
I walked into blazing inferno, heart so ready
My soul so positive, this old heart beating so steady
Rhythm and rhyme bursting a like a balloon to get out
Energy in these veins pouring verses like water spout
And an eager spirit, speaking of life, dear love and hope
Warning of this world's deepest darkness and its savage scope
But mixed in is heart's mercies and a ton, so much more
Poets know this, and that is why to Heavens they implore
Celestial guidance and a rare, gifted word or two
O' mighty lord so we dare beg thee that thy hand will do
Allow us to cast the fine words that makes our spirits soar
Open up senses and poetry flows through golden doors.
And with tantalizing depths found, we paint beauty divine.
Drink we fruit of our words like great and true, fine tasting wine!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Note : No date on poem but must have been in the mid 1970'S..
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[Post 1340]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-03-2023 09:40 AM
We Both Are Mated Same As The Two Morning Doves
Dare I listen to songbirds with deep renewed zeal
Delight in sweeter falling morn's much fresher breath
Forget about those wenches that fake love to kill
Or the powers of Fate, that can gift early Death
Shall I seek out happiness in a truer love
Smell roses as they present beauty's flashing blooms
Amazing red candle that gives us hope from above
Let our two beating hearts into paradise zoom
Wake to kiss dawn and its promises of new day
Thank the Lord for a romance, its soft touch.
Dar'est we leave behind all this sad, mortal gray
With truth, admit we do love each other so much!
Lord blessed she and I with this powerful love.
We both are mated same as the two morning doves!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 24th, 1984
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[Post 1341]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-03-2023 03:02 PM
Such Are The Masquerading Gems Of Precious Life
Such are the masquerading gems of life
Not troubling ordeals of world's wicked strife
Hold tight treasure stolen from marauding thieves
Kiss Autumn, for its splashed colors of leaves.
Thank Mother Nature for beautiful scenes
And verdant pieces of her prairie greens
That exciting splash in her roses red
And the boon seas gift this world to be fed
Hold firm that sweet gazing upon blue skies
Kiss well, each new rainbow wherein it lies.
Know we are souls that eternal life seek.
Heaven sometimes its beauty we may peek.
Follow life as if it was more than gift given.
Later paradise comes if we were true livin.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-03-2023
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[Post 1342]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-03-2023 05:56 PM
I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing
Who believes it will come one fine-bred day
Not a beautiful queen but a beauty
A doll, a great dame, one with newborn hope
Could she be a princess that fled away?
His heart and soul said yes she surely is
Her body is ravishing, so purely true
Those sexy eyes this tender heart hurts so
She so brilliant, brainiac on a quiz.
Why does this fear enter this aching brain
Is my lurking ghost yet again speaking
O' no, those words are terrible to hear
Speak not spirit, I cannot bear the pain
Now I know laying here in these black chains
She is curse that splinters harvested grain!
Pray I not, this is accursed wrecking dream
The one where I drown in the falling rain!
That ends when she makes that venomous sting.
I fear this may be curse, that dead Vikings sing.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 9th,, 1979
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[Post 1343]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2023 09:18 AM
Hope Is Another Great Day With Sun Kissing Earth
Hope is very last breath of a dying flower
The bane of that last moment a true love is lost
Precious tears falling within the dying hour
Sadness of Winter's foulest breath in new frost
Loss of sunny rays on an afternoon divine
Realization she is gone, wanting her sweet kiss
Know her magnificent love was once felt and thine
Those steamy hot nights, sensual loving you miss.
Hope is another great day with sun kissing earth
Her bright smile, her soft laughter, touch of her sweet lips
Knowing trillion dollars is less than her sweet worth
Thinking true, your Helen could too, launch thousand ships.
Hope is having faith in reality not known.
Believing in love's seed well before it has grown.
Sweethearts asking her to be your beautiful wife.
Staying happy together, a couple for life.
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
Note : no date was on this poem.
likely was in the early to mid 1980's..
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[Post 1344]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2023 12:14 PM
I Walk Blighted Shadows, Two Six Guns In My Hands
I walk into stagnant murky waters true deep
Wearing my six-shooter and my gold dagger too
When dark-cast lightening invades my peaceful sleep
I can see and feel dark drop the other torn shoe
Blackest calamity follows this olden soul
No matter my stand, no matter how peaceful I do
Fate's hellish Hades levies its malicious toll
Beg I for solace, as if life it would renew
Yes, the monstrous creature still hounds my racing trail
With its razorlike dagger claws and poisonous teeth
Too many times the devil leaves his abode in Hell
Flinging his darts, to send this ole soul down beneath.
Mercy has yet to soothe life or my broken heart.
After Love has wrecked me, my heart torn apart!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec. 11th 1998
Note: This one was composed when my life was in shambles.
I fought the accursed darkness, a six gun in each hand.
I survived, lived to tell about it.
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[Post 1345]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-04-2023 07:29 PM
And Trails Of Broken Trusts And Many Anguished Sighs
As a whisper comes to men and speaks of things
So well hidden in darkness, wherein only thoughts
Are masters of and the flowing wind thus brings
A devils urge to spit a message that the Gods brought
So much more, life undenied, the woes of mortal men
Beyond the travails infesting blue days and dark nights
Mankind's evil infests even those wishing not to dare fight.
A voice that has crept into every age and then
Gathered all the darken powers that ever were
Agreeable with evil and the wicked suppliant ear
Listening to peasants so poor they had not a cur
Rank upon rank, the hard part was slaved on out.
For in those whispers were hate and bushels of lies.
And trails of broken trust and many anguished sighs.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
July 27th, 1979
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[Post 1346]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2023 09:13 AM
Alive With Hope This Mortal Flesh
Soon when storm its angry breath blows
Its drumming raid tells earth to feel
An earth's grass spreads its dark green toes
Sky cries out, this is a new deal
Alive with hope this mortal flesh
Although this soul may then tap-dance
Tho' so well I feel thrashing rain
And this heart exudes sweet romance
This soul yet cries out its dire pain
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.
Gleam so pretty dearest Rainbow
Beg I, heaven this soul uplifts
I love her so dear, miss her so
But truth is she ran away swift
As the splatter hits downcast face
Her rare perfume I can yet smell
Truth knows life cannot her replace
My all, feels in torturous Hell
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.
Heart begging to find love anew
Its hungry beats seeking true love
But memory says, I miss you
As I ask help from Lord above
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.
Yet each night in flies that dark hour
Which was born of deepest despair
I watch as falls stormy shower
Thinking of her beautiful hair
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.
Yet this soul knows life shall return!
As I know these love letters burn!
A brand new life I start afresh
Alive with hope this mortal flesh!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
March 20th, 2009
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[Post 1347]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2023 11:28 AM
It Happened On A Rainy Night
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
With ravenous beauty so wise
That love painted was no surprise
They with melded hearts therein chose
A mellow moon's glorious pose
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
For contest, second stanza is mine.RJL
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[Post 1348]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2023 01:24 PM
The Great Fear Grows As The Darkness Enters
When the dark, its evil eyes dares to show
Low dim lit meadows in fear cry with shout
Somewhere, somehow the evil witches grow
Fierce-some red fire that cannot be put out
Then twilight litany, dark shadows prowl
With jagged fingers, razor sharp fangs
They are the villain's spoke of by the owl
One can hear lonesome death bells as they rang
Lads, Lassies lurk back into safe abode
To warm fireplace and family well known
Pondering, is it fairy tales they've been told
Outside is the fury and evil winds blown.
Asking, is it demons, that have grown bold.
Pleading they are not taken to be sold!
Robert J. Lindley, dark Sonnet
April 13th, 1998
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[Post 1349]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-05-2023 02:35 PM
I Am A Victim Of The Undeniable Rhapsody Of The Blues
I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
unfathomable mysteries of the buried left hand
friend of the old blind man, lame without any shoes
master of the government playbook on rich stolen lands
Yet the abject darkness that creeps around well behind me
Seeks any innocent soul to terrorize and destroy
Yet my greater salvation is my time far out at sea
On daring missions, I have had since I was a boy.
I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
I paid the ransom, solved a hundred new clues
I know the old blind man well, the lame man without those shoes
He won a five million bucks, I saw that in evening news.
I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues.
Time to rest, go to my cabin, watch falling of the dew.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 20th 2009
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[Post 1350]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2023 11:05 AM
As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.
You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!
Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2018
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[Post 1351]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-06-2023 01:36 PM
She Was Beautiful With Glistening Stardust In Her Eyes
She was beautiful with glistening stardust in her eyes
Her smile a boon so sweet that truth nobody can deny
She in tiny shorts shows off those heavenly tanned legs
So damn sexy, enough to make this poor man kneel to beg
Her glowing heart makes angry sun rage with envy and hate
She so sweet and innocent pursued by Dark Hands of Fate
And I the lonely guy that wanted her to be all mine
Knowing true love would prevail, I on its dessert did dine
Far too soon, she decided that we could not ever be
That fateful morn she packed up and to Texas did flee
I walked the floor with exorbitant rage my best friend
Black Hand of Fate had brought our romance to its tragic end.
So ends the story of a fairy queen that I once knew.
Tho she was in no iron cage, up and away she flew!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Sept. 29TH, 2018
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[Post 1352]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-07-2023 07:23 AM
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "daring let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
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[Post 1353]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-07-2023 12:16 PM
As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell
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[Post 1354]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2023 06:50 AM
As God Of Love Brilliantly Blessed Light Cast Its Glow Upon Me
As God of Love brilliantly blessed light cast its glow upon me
My fertile trees waved their waving blossoms in great release
An aroma of perfumed air breath cast its great heart anew
Suddenly there on the sandy beach my new darling stood
The cool gentle breeze its dear arms wrapped her right on up
She stood there as goddess with long windblown blond hair
My excited heart felt as if was going to explode!
My thinking was this, man could it be, she is that true one
Awestruck, I could only think as I could not dare to speak!
Struck dumb by such very rare beauty is strange way to be
So true, tis like a new bright cloud zaps ones exploding heart
Time stands still, stunned mind races into golden Heaven
Oh my, did that goddess just look over and wave at me!
I simply cannot believe it, did that sexy girl see
I do not know how long I was frozen like a statue
As senses returned, I somehow managed to wave back!
Was this a dream, a mirage, did my deceiving eyes lie
Had hope, sincere prayer finally to me came to be
This was it, I felt uncontrollable urge to find out
With tinge of fear, I thought nothing venture, nothing gained
I walked that short distance which seemed like a long mile
She was there, a tall goddess not even looking my way
With greatest hope in my hard beating breast, I said hello.
Robert J. Lindley, Romantic Verse
Part One
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[Post 1355]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-08-2023 10:07 AM
The Fiercest Black Beast That A Knight Once Slew
Sharp blade penetrated black blood flowed about
Mighty hairy black beast groaned then vomit let out
In a flash I kicked it in the vulnerable spot
Enraged, with all my power gave it another shot
Plunged my silver dagger in to bleed it more
Thinking of those it killed, vowed I to even the score
Nothing was easy as it got me with left blow
Knocked back, a moment or two I didnt know
Quickly in nearby ravine it ran back to hide
But I saw, got it with a cut as in I slide
Its rank black blood squirted right into both my eyes
OF balance, fierce beast had taken me by surprise
With another savaged hit it bloodied my cheek
Used its dagger claws, nothing about it was meek
Gashed my arm and my red blood gushed on out
Stepping back, avoid its other strike I gave a shout
Immediately, my chance to strike deathly blow
This shall slay this huge, wicked monster that I know
With herculean might I plunged my sword in so deep
I sent that beast into its most damnable sleep
Stepping back, I watched the beast take its last breath
Under my breath, I prayed God gift it quick death
As it lay there, I saw its spirit its body leave
I thought, would Hell send another to earth deceive?
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
July 22nd, 1971
Note: This poem dedicated to my favorite poet, Edgar Allen Poe...
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[Post 1356]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-09-2023 07:07 AM
As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into a poison sea.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Next, they take me to a dungeon dirty dark and deep
Took long ropes and beat me until my aching body bled
Rousing me from short heaven-sent state of my peaceful sleep
Then they showed me hell where they torture the truly dead
One ugly beast gave me a small piece of green molded bread
And laughed saying, no boy we want of friend well fed.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Next I saw in the corner a red thing, a great fire start
Dancing around it as its huge hungry flames rose and rose
In they brought a cart of decaying human body parts
Then three of them went over and three rotten arms they chose
Then green one, hit me in my face, with a long flaming stick
And my bloody face proceeded all clotted blood to lick.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Cried as I felt those red-hot flames my body badly burn
As they danced with such evil glee and sang out their chant
Saying you worthless fool all this pain you so truly earn
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[Post 1357]
Author : AHZ
Date : 09-09-2023 07:13 AM
As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into a poison sea.
O'lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
i think it's against policy to openly criticize the moderators......:dance:
Edit---- No criticism of any person here, my friend.
So please refrain from posting anything here but poetry, ok?--Tyr
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[Post 1358]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-09-2023 09:05 AM
Into Deep Raging Darkness A Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe
As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes
Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats
With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me
They grab me, proceed to cast me into their black poison sea.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Next, they take me to a dungeon dirty, dark and deep
Took long ropes and beat me until my aching body bled
Rousing me from short heaven-sent state of my peaceful sleep
Then they showed me hell where they torture the truly dead
One ugly beast gave me a small piece of green molded bread
And laughed saying, no boy we want you our friend well fed.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Next, I saw in the corner a red thing, a great fire start
Dancing around it as those huge hungry flames rose and rose
In they brought a cart of decaying human body parts
Then three of them went over and three rotten arms they chose
Then green one, hit me in my face, with a long flaming stick
And on my bloody face proceeded to clotted blood to lick.
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Cried as I felt those red-hot flames my body badly burn
As they danced with such evil glee and sang out their chant
Saying, you worthless fool all this pain you so truly earn
As throng of vicious monster began a new evil rant
Then they next, beat me with all of that rotted human meat
Saying, puny human, how do you like our little feat?
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
That moment light shone through the dungeon casting its hope
And the beasts scattered for the small shadows that remain
Saying climb this, come with me I will give you all the dope
Beautiful entity all glowing cast me a long chain
Saying, your prayers were heard and I came to your rescue
Guardian angel I am friend, this feat is what I do!
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Looking at that dungeon pit I saw demons wail and cry
As the devil came to beat and give them unholy hell
They were thrashing around, begging it and asking it why
Then the earth cast it dark curtain and closed its black veil
Soon I was in my home all my body completely healed
Entity said, young man your future with us is sealed!
O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift.
Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift.
Robert J. Lindley, Dark Rhyme
9-09-2023
Dedicated with deep admiration to the memory of a truly great poet, Edgar Allen Poe.
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[Post 1359]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-09-2023 10:34 AM
True Tragedy Whenever A Great Romance Dies
She was my beautiful flower, her soft colors enthralling me
Breathtakingly sweet her most tender kisses and warming hugs
I had found my angel, she with such dark tanned sexy legs
That cool night we made our maddingly love, all of her I see.
And she was mine and I was her lover so very true.
We had found our paradise and babe it was me and you!
I saw her with no clothes, what a heavenly sight to see
She slowly undressed me, and was laughing with such glee!
She was my angel, her long black hair so truly divine
We lay upon the beach-sand, our hearts melding together
All we could do was so deeply kiss and touch each other
I was her dearest lover and she angel that was mine!
For four fantastic months nothing could tear we two apart.
She was my sweetest girl and I gave her my loving heart!
That August, her heart was broken when her mother died.
She my dear lover, shut herself in for weeks she cried.
Then the hurt came , she sent me a notice she was leaving
Her family wanted her home and California was far away
I tried my best to keep my sweetheart but to no avail
From then on it was my broke heart and poor soul a 'grieving
As days turned to weeks farther away we did both drift.
Then my job changed I went on six straight long nightshifts.
As Fate had sadly decreed, our love was just not to be.
We in pain then parted, never again did I her see.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, Romance
Edited, November 11th. 2022d
Edited, September 9th 2023
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[Post 1360]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-09-2023 01:01 PM
Why Sweetheart Why Do I So Love, Then Life So Carves Me Up
As I wrote a surging stab of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell.
As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell
Why sweetheart why do I so love, then life so carves me up
Darling, can truth gift me much needed stroke of granted light
Wiil you be golden lover and let me then on love sup
Upon the romance and we share each other all each night.
I watch you baby as you comb your hair what a fine sight
And then when you move on over, I watch you get undress
You lean to sweetly kiss me asking if I am alright
I lie and say to you yes, but my heart is in a mess.
I've walked these sorrows until my heart so truly deep aches
Why dearest darling did you so love, why do I so bled
You see me now, soul shattered heart kicked and it then breaks
Life went from our paradise, to a love that is now dead.
Cry I, this greatest of misery finds a way to end.
And your beautiful heart sees fit to our love thus renew
Dearest darling please, I do not want to just be good friends
I guess we are sunk, and all our loving plans are now through.
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell
As I wrote quantum surging of pain splashed into my brain
Electric agonizing pulses ate ever deeper within
I wanted to touch love but darkest devil bid me abstain
Crying out, "You are mine dog such would be a mad, raging sin
This old aging heart knew but was in no shape to such dispel
My spirit had fallen into jet-black tangle of despair
I knew as it ate into my soul, this is it, unholy hell.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, romance
January 26th 1980
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[Post 1361]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-10-2023 10:47 AM
With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load
In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot
Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess
And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot
Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess
But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles
She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely heart
Over and over, the argument -always starts
And then the swarms of excruciating deep pains
Fight to make it leave, his eyes look to the blue sky
Silently these words he says, "My Lord help me please"
Falling to dusty ground, he asks again the why
Did God allow that beautiful witch his heart seize
Then romantic thoughts flooded a confused brain
Her dear vision so enticed and refused to leave
It all was far too much, far too great a love-strain
Next how she had him, ready to again deceive!
But oh no, not again, his intellect then spoke
Do not let this dark, deceptive thing again hurt
Recall this truth, she had made his life a bad joke
Remember torture, the loss, her poison black spurts
And how she laughed as his tender heart she broke!
The cowboy then rose on up from the desert sand.
Swearing true, she and this are both accursed land!
Mounting his horse towards Tombstone onward he rode
Swearing, never let his wounded heart be "stoled"!
Then a broad smile so magically it appeared
Up the trail just head vision of her as he feared!
With his six shooter in hand he emptied its load
And laughed out load, as on to Tombstone he rode!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme/Narrative
April 12th 1982
Note: Edit.. Nov 21st 1983
The young cowboy made it all the way to Tombstone
His young life was then about to meet pretty girl
She too was standing proudly there and all alone
Fate decreed it, they joined to give life a whirl!
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[Post 1362]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-11-2023 07:13 AM
Pondering The Sad And Fateful Decision
there he sat
his brain peddling along
heart fluttering in space
and that bright summer sky kissing his face
mind recalling trouble
her face appears
she that ripped his flesh and smashed his world
there is no reprieve
certainly is no hope
he ponders the unthinkable
a sharp knife in his right hand
birds fly and settle in the sycamore tree...
such vibrating colors and splendid tunes
his heart started growing lighter
music soothes the wounded beast
yes, today he would walk
back into this dark world
fight the dreaded beast
to rise in morn and smile
eat a fine breakfast
maybe find a new job
why not he mused
is my life ready for joy
yes it tis
brain fired up and
heart grown lighter
then suddenly he saw
her face and darkness return
he sits and sharpens that knife
after all he thought
what the hell is life.....
after all
what the hell is living
but a black curse
a lonely death
he remembers
his knife
sharpens its
long blade
and muses death
would it be
so bad
pain would stop
sleep would fall
and
his heart
stop crying....
again his brain
thought
what is living
but a curse
a curse he endures
as she went away
and now so will he...
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-15-2023
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[Post 1363]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-11-2023 10:39 AM
And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down
No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds
And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive
She that loved him took care of his earthly needs
Now hides in darken forest, just barely alive
And would hope to her ever really come
As she prayed for dear life and needed relief
She found that two parts does not always find its sum
In her wounded heart was nothing but deeper grief
Her precious lover had gone away oversea
Alone on dreaded nights, his tender voice she heard
And his tall, handsome ghost at night, she could still see
In dark, she tried desperately to hug those words.
And throughout vast purple range, visions cascade down.
And Fate her young life took with a dark, vicious frown.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2023
Sonnet, dark
Note a friend asked me to write a quick sonnet.
Isaid ok, I can write a ten to fifteen minute sonnet, and it will be good.
So I summoned up my muse and she laughed. She bet you ten bucks you can not do it in ten minutes.
I did, so this is it with no edits. Truly I did not think I could do it but she gave me first 4 verses in about ten seconds,.
After that it was me and my old tired brain splashing out ink.
In my youth I once wrote that fast all the time but old age has caught up with me now.
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[Post 1364]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2023 09:45 AM
O' What Is War But The Mad Child Of Greed And Hate
By uppity arrogance the mouse challenges the lion
And his haughty crown is fused nickel and tin
But 'tis true dark-clad world has far too much cryin'
All brought about by hungry appetites of mad men.
Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.
O' what is war but the mad child of greed and hate
Armies march blindly into destruction and death
But crazy leaders love to foolishly tempt dark Fate
As they parade puffed up and plan with whispered breath.
Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.
History shows its results, tragic dark dying
And the abject misery needlessly born
With those at home fearful and hearing the lying
From government and politicians we should scorn!
Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.
Such bitter conflict indeed does some heroes show
And we here at home do acknowledge their brave deeds
We poets may even polish them til they glow
Sad, all that does is fertilize war's future seeds!
Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.
Is it true, war is fruits of arrogance and pride
That mankind has dark-set violence born within
Sure, such blatant truth we in vain so try to hide
Dare we not admit, that it is a tragic sin!
Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
June 3rd 1973
Note:
Vietnam War is the reason this poem is composed.
Our guys coming back either dead or else so gravely wounded.
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[Post 1365]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2023 11:26 AM
That The Blinded Old Poet Sat And Thought On Sunny Day
O' how harsh the sand blasts these wondering blue eyes
Aegeus could only see, smooth turbulent skies
As if heavy angels danced as flying sands float by
Even the darkest of demons dared not ask why!
Is that greatest artistic instinct permanently primitive
That the blinded old poet sat and thought on sunny day
His sad life in shambles but his poetry truly attentive
He struggled with tender heart and then lost his way.
Could the Vorticists find greater beauty in his inked words
Or the swirling winds of Nature as he softly slings ink
Was it better to sing ever so softly with the songbirds
Or present savage word from a dark brain that can think
Dare he rhyme with audacious colorful beauty divine
Could he walk back false serenity that his dreams gave
Yet again he heard her say, here your life is doing fine
Else about another wild and crazy-ass party she raves!
He searched the highest Heavens for another thoughtful link.
As he expertly pours himself a much large glass of white wine.
Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse sonnet
9-12-2023
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[Post 1366]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-12-2023 06:38 PM
As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread
As deep darkness its rabid cloak around me spread
Dark shadows raced to their images thus display
They that were so bleach white, those old skeletal dead
Thought to play with me and have their damnable way
Yet, my father had in fighting taught me so well
My valiant heart had strength, vigor and valor too
Yes, I had been cast into the devils unholy hell
But this amateur lad, had some fine grand tricks new.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
There in seething darkness, fear's breath began to blow
Short greenish puffs that transformed into savage beasts
With wicked claws and fierce red eyes that did so glow
And their own gold table lay human head for their feast
In the distant corner lay a long gold hilted sword
In a quick flash it was mine in my eager hand
Then newest beast spoke, come on I am growing bored
Lets kill this old weak flesh and go ravage across his land.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
With that I quickly lunged forward and off came its head
And its huge body collapsed into a hairy mess
Next the far lesser beasts for dear mercy each then plead
And even the smaller ones their wicked sins confess.
Only beast left, a three headed snake with poison tails
And I could easily hear its deep cast dark curses said
All began with evil prayers beseeching dark lord of hell
And next came the hateful cries of the murderous dead.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
.........
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, dark
Pary One, 9-12-2023
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[Post 1367]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2023 02:41 PM
Love That Struck Its Blow, Our Romance Was Born
As fresh clear water flowed over sweet virgin soil
She saw that fantastic beauty Nature hath made
Flying earth, its gifts and blessings, its heavy toil
From those yesterday, passing times our God hath played
Comes the finer gifts that so often romance embroils.
Into the woods she and her dog took a walk
She singing her fancy song with the greatest of glee
Thinking this beauty stirs my heart, sure wish it could talk
As for now we must see it, only my fine dog and me
Then she saw it and heard a flying blue-jay squawk.
She a vision, almost a earthbound goddess divine
As she saw and wished, so did Nature wake to see
This young girl with large blue eyes so damn very fine
And I was there hunting right where I should be
Looking to slay a buck, for a supper on which to dine.
Then quite a shock, she saw me and yelled out to me
I shot back, I was here hunting until you came
You made my buck alert, so very fast it did flee
Say beautiful gal, what the damn hell is your name
And that snow-blown cold winter she did marry me.
Robert J. Lindley, 20 verse sonnet
Nov. 1st 1973
Note
I was 19 years old and this ravishing angel did find me.
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[Post 1368]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-13-2023 03:22 PM
What Of Such Beauty, Is It More Than Just Skin Deep
what of it?
thunder and lightning
dancing across muted skies
visions that eat into a hazy brain
as soul struggles to cry
O' but
nothing is sacred
not her beautiful hair
nor
her raging sexy eyes
she that broke the mould
and we that saw the ravishing fruit
her smile a fresh hello
and her heart waiting to mate
I so shocked
when she did not say no
and that lonely
night
she became mine....
For seven weeks
we loved so
morning noon and night
we dined on
our love
she my angel that gave me
her all
and I in a heavenly
bliss.....
but
how was I
to know
she knew not true love
her hard heart
spat at me
when marriage
I proposed
then out from
nowhere
it came
a breakup letter
that she wrote
stating, its been fun
but lord you know
you could never be
a husband to
a beautiful thing
so very precious
as I....
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-12-1972
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[Post 1369]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-14-2023 08:10 AM
She The Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows
Ah that creamy chocolate
swirl
of gold-blasted passion,
it fingers roaming and
gifting deep titillating pleasures
with both our lips
that gift honey-breaded
sensational
love
a steaming arena
of delight
your body
its sexy curves
and ravenously
hot
hidden
oasis .....
O' my this soul
seeks none other
than you
my princess
with
that raven-black
smooth hair
luscious lips
ten mile
long
tanned legs
come with me
to our oasis
let us drink of
passion's sensational fruits
whilst
the Heavens
our song plays....
and watch the
fingers of dawn
gently caress
our beating
hearts
as we
seek what our
bodies
so need
you my dearest
my angel
my beautiful
queen.....
shall we forever
see the
rainbows
hear the
melody
and wake
to
dawn's
hot swirling '
breath.....
as we walk along
our white
sand beach
nothing around
but blue
ocean and
birds
we strip down
and upon
the white sand
make feverishly
deep love
just
you and I....
may we
have all
of our tomorrows
be as today
together with both
arms reaching
for that
golden cup of love
and exist in
our
Heaven
upon
our wonderful earth....
tonight dearest
the stars
will shine upon
our two bodies
entwined
upon silky satin sheets
with purest bliss
within
our
two sweet
beating hearts....
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-14-2023
Note : This poem is dedicated to the memory of my dear sweet wife that passed away
right at eighteen months ago. I so deeply and truly love her with my all. RJL
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[Post 1370]
Author : AHZ
Date : 09-14-2023 08:38 AM
why is there mayonnaise on the floor?
Yes, a joke I know. I prefer mustard myself. :laugh2:--Tyr
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[Post 1371]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-14-2023 10:44 AM
My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams
As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand
I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones
My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land
I could see a gloomy night trying to rear its ugly head
Where could in this barren pitiful hot, hot place dare I sleep
All here was hard rocks and sand, not a damn good place to bed
I thought this damnable fierce land wants this dear life to keep
As my worn-out soul begged for water and damn lot of rest
So under a scrubby bush I sat down to my diary write
Was this a hazardous darken journey, a god given test
Then these eyes saw above, bright stars painting the night.
With my nightly prayers said, I laid down to dream
And this love-struck heart recalled her very beautiful face
And how we together were such a great and fine winning team
Then massive sadness flew on into my brief joy replace.
Dawn's breath was blown and my romantic heart finally woke
This reborn spirit decided to this abject darkness fight
Mused I, this soul-searching journey is indeed no damn joke
Surely it was not my responsibility to set things right!
Had she not to another man sworn her undying love
Promised him to be his new and true beautiful queen
Even next, promised to forever love to our God above
And swore to forward race over to his daring dark scene.
My tired and lost heart soul next this wise advice outward screams.
Son, you deserve much better than her dark treacherous beams.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
July 17th, 1973
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[Post 1372]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-14-2023 01:03 PM
Yet I Only Desire Loves Immeasurable Truth
Death so like a shadow this poor soul seeks
Whereas new dawn its breath so slowly gifts
Moving in cadence, its rhythm so sleek.
And adversity, it spits in dark shifts
Holding true, its thunder it soon displays
Undefeated tracing of horizon's stone heart
Such tis magical beauty cast each day
A long trip, would be folly not to start
Within fusion of red blood and white bone
Journey I, stout of heart and willing mind
This conscience cleared of black-hearted stone
We pray the light of truth we may there find.
Rumor has it there lays the fountain of youth.
Yet I only desire loves immeasurable truth!
Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1972
Sonnet
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[Post 1373]
Author : icansayit
Date : 09-14-2023 07:20 PM
Title : Mayonnaise?????????
She The Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows
Ah that creamy chocolate
swirl
of gold-blasted passion,
it fingers roaming and
gifting deep titillating pleasures
with both our lips
that gift honey-breaded
sensational
love
a steaming arena
of delight
your body
its sexy curves
and ravenously
hot
hidden
oasis .....
O' my this soul
seeks none other
than you
my princess
with
that raven-black
smooth hair
luscious lips
ten mile
long
tanned legs
come with me
to our oasis
let us drink of
passion's sensational fruits
whilst
the Heavens
our song plays....
and watch the
fingers of dawn
gently caress
our beating
hearts
as we
seek what our
bodies
so need
you my dearest
my angel
my beautiful
queen.....
shall we forever
see the
rainbows
hear the
melody
and wake
to
dawn's
hot swirling '
breath.....
as we walk along
our white
sand beach
nothing around
but blue
ocean and
birds
we strip down
and upon
the white sand
make feverishly
deep love
just
you and I....
may we
have all
of our tomorrows
be as today
together with both
arms reaching
for that
golden cup of love
and exist in
our
Heaven
upon
our wonderful earth....
tonight dearest
the stars
will shine upon
our two bodies
entwined
upon silky satin sheets
with purest bliss
within
our
two sweet
beating hearts....
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-14-2023
Note : This poem is dedicated to the memory of my dear sweet wife that passed away
right at eighteen months ago. I so deeply and truly love her with my all. RJL
No disrespect here Robert. But...Oh my.:thumb:
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[Post 1374]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-15-2023 10:26 AM
To Ask My Mentor, Will I, Sir Will I, Ever A Great Poet Be
So like a eighteenth-century painting, her almond face
this year's flowing sky and sun flashings paler by the day
ghostly marble and statues grinning at a slow dying dawn
and my sad heart grieving for that which nothing can replace
as the moon ran away and the forest turned dark grey.
There in the lonesome shadow, a statue of Master Poe
his stern face, almost questioning my old poetic soul
have you your poet's heart gifted to the old God of verse
then I could his voice hear saying, a golden coin for the toll
and from the far crowded distance, a goddess rehearsed.
She of grand beauty, her eyes a cool-thrown Chimera bright
Saw my shudder and cried, be not thee afraid young man
I am but wandering child of winter's cold and frigid breath
I come here with the fleeting edge of dark night my new plan
And prepare those dying of the dragon's most horrid hot death.
It was then she cried and darkness fell deeper than a flock of crows
Poe said, young man be thee stout as a true hero not afraid
The goddess is master of higher emerald cast poetic verse
I stay to speak directly into the young and clear poetic souls
Touch my head, drain essence of the long lost poets and feel.
Dawn cast new light and the alarm rang so damn loud
I woke quite suddenly and saw as my first new glance
Master Poe in the far corner vanishing in a quick blink
It was then I thought, damn that was my only chance
To ask my mentor, will I, sir will I, ever a great poet be?
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
Dec 7th , 1972
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[Post 1375]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-15-2023 06:24 PM
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[Post 1376]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-16-2023 07:42 AM
The Truth Of Love And Its Awesome Powers
Oft when dusk
crawls on in
its smells as
freshly rotten leaves
to some
its dark
its power is
a wonderful joy
as in those
hearts that
air spells
its
wickedness and
evils
sing....
But as shadows arrive
and their
powers
display
this heart
sends up
its wise
alert flags
and cries
man
the fort lad
for battles
will be waged....
As
twinkling star
spit down
rays of speeding
lights
some hearts
finds pleasure
and joy
for the darkness
it destroys
and the mind
sees
ravishing beauty
in the glowing
Heavens above...
Viewing such wonders
this soul
asks
our God
if the future
true love
shall be given
and then heart
says
sure it will
just be patient
and all
shall one day
shall come
hold fast
walk straight
and wait...
as I lay
seeing
galaxies dancing
in the sky
I imagine a
goddess
who will my
hand take
kiss me as a
lover and never
ever
leave me
our dawns
will see nothing
but love
and her beautiful
face
we live for each
other
and two hearts are
as one
bodies entwined
and love's
amazing, magical
and awesome
powers
absorbed...
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
may 2nd 1974
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[Post 1377]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-16-2023 01:07 PM
Epic Sadness When A Beautiful Dream Crashes
I am yet alive
racing into
red fires
this body
feels
no pain
trekking across
tall mountains
jumping into
verdant valleys
so far below
seeing
soft soothing
rivers
spread into
planted fields
beaver
enjoying
Nature's fast
flowing flood
I step forth into
grey mists
my dream state
finally
shows
its ravenous
teeth
there in
murky shadows
a beastly thing
growly and
fangs showing
it steps out
red eyes glaring
right at
Me
shivers splash from
my spine
and
I knew
this
monster
I would
have to
fight
arrives...
As it
it
charged
I step back
and my kick
scored
backward
the beast
fell
its hideous
head cut open
I saw green
blood
gushing out
as it
died
a cloud
whisked it
away
Then she
appeared
a sexy
kiss
she gave
I fell at
her feet
my goddess had came
back
her eyes flashed
a true
and deep love
an echo
blared
O' hell no
not again that damn
clock
alarm
woke
me up
and my
crashing
anger
raged
for reality
had
just
raised
its ugly head
and sadly
worked called.
Robert J. Lindley,
free verse
9-16-2023
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[Post 1378]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-17-2023 10:25 AM
To Those This Brave, True Warrior Is Sworn To One Day Defeat
When violet pours its sadden verses onto burning sands
and heavens above spit green poison upon savage lands
up from murky dark evil caves so very far below
down were the wicked witches, red imps and black fairies grow
awaits beasts that exist to someday devour this dark world
if I get caught, take my soul into space to give it a hurl
but I guard my soul with Heaven's bread, its bountiful drinks
and in my bad dreams see the monsters as away they slink
however, certain nights when blood-moon shows its ugly side
down below are ravenous demons that are bonafide
beasts that human flesh exist slowly tear apart and eat
to those this brave, true warrior is sworn to one day defeat
such was the awful sad case on a darken June tenth night
when my dear life I almost lost in a horrible fight
for that black-night they had such a massive, horrid display
in the deep, eerie blackness this soul almost lost its way
As from one huge, cavernous, wicked room I simply slid
Into that wicked blackness I over and simply hid
There, each fierce and each with long sharp fangs and such deadly teeth
I feared even greater what beasts exist down beneath
I had Achilles sword and my soul holding his great might
On my side I had great power of Heaven's glorious light
The battle started when first beast jumped to grab my back
But to its shock off its ugly head I did quickly hack
The next was a large red-eyed three headed massive snake
This I saw and prayed help me lord please, for heaven's sake
It struck but hit its massive head upon the black stone wall
My sword found its true mark and into quick death it did fall
Last, certainly not least was one ugly two-headed cat
My knife ripped its belly open just as quick as that
Then he came forward to me speak to me, his blacken curse
Long cried, hate filled speech which he must have oft rehearse
About my weaken human flesh and what he would soon do
How I would cry out for dear mercy before he was through
I just laugh out loud and then I boldly spit in his face
And said, no you will not I am covered by Lord's grace
At the mere mention of Lord's name, he quickly shrank away
I knelt down to my loving, eternal God to then pray.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
9-17-2023
Note: I had a dear poet friend here ask me to compose another dark poem for her to read.
This request I simply could not turn down. I would post her name and give her credit for
getting this dark poem born but she asked me not to. So, in my silence I dedicate this long
dark poem to her and her own very massive poetic talents. She inspired me to write today!
God bless her.
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[Post 1379]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-18-2023 09:53 AM
Leave My Feet In Poetry Now Firmly Planted
I tried, compose a revelation poem about truth
Did that in earnest, in my wild but honest youth
But with mind fighting a stone wall nothing came forth
it was as if I fought as South against the North.
My brain had shifted into a deep murky haze
I was prisoner chained by a dark-cast craze
Each dawn I rose against a grey, terrible front
All my verses came out silly or rudely blunt
Aggravating, torturous to the nth degree
I gave it a go, took a vacation to flee
Not a damn clever thing I tried seemed to work
I ended up thinking am I fool and a jerk
Failed, threw my hands up and said, to hell with it
I cried out, had me an bad uncontrollable fit
I took a short vacation to a white sand beach
Seeking again to my ran away muse to reach
As the ocean waves into my soul did soft splash
I ran around shopping spending loads of green-cash
Soon I forgot about all by having good fun
Rose each new dawn saluting the rising gold sun
Eight days, my time was spent exploring deeper life
Soon gone was any shred of hardship or dire strife
That morn, I rose seeing sun's sweeter golden rays
I discovered a true life in newer ways
That very night I sat down with pen in my hand
Out like magic beautiful words about this land
And then in another poem sweet love of true youth
Verses and verses slung about love and bold truth
Then it hit my thus, my angel muse had return
No more trashy stale words would I have to now burn
My muse told me she left to a hard lesson teach
She came back not because of words I did beseech
She came back when I had forgotten to her so love
So she left me to deal with dark world's push and shove
That cool night, I wrote a superb poem on true love
Even if I were writing hand, muse is my glove
Swearing never again, to my muse take for granted
I leave feet in poetry, now firmly planted.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
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[Post 1380]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-19-2023 08:28 AM
Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins
Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange ways
But evil exists and demand opponents dearly pays
War savagery that with pure delight evil men do
Truth is one sorrowful day it may attack me and you
This world to oft engages in darkness and destruction
Mankind adopts wickedness as primary instructions
We have no true safeguards when war its ugly head does raise
Best if we trust our God, and give his Son our faithful praise.
Humanity exists as sad creatures with evil skins.
Full of selfish desires, greed in hearts of women and men.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jan. 21st, 1972
Note. This is the truth about humanity.
Unless under Christ's banner, they too oft exist as evil creatures on the take, imho.
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[Post 1381]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-19-2023 10:55 AM
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
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[Post 1382]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-20-2023 10:58 AM
The Story Of The Cruel And Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls
She eating the huge supper of the entire world's vast wealth
A dark goddess, splaying her straggly long hair with wilted roses
Pretty, brazen, wickedly heartless and damn to hell soulless
Even far more beautiful, glowingly fair than is Lamia
Artists and poets seek words to describe her deep darkness
Souls of artists, painters and reprobates toiling for her glee
Thousands enslaved in the mirage of her horrible essence
She that holds me locked into her enticing horrid imagery
As I toil like Hercules to break these impregnable chains
Such that morning holds no beauty, sky is devoid of its blue
These many months pass and pass, O' my spirit is wilting
I seek the moon at night but find only darken shadows
And absolutely no human pleasures ever do I know or feel
I that exist in this raging true hellish world of deep evil pains
Pray for dearest release that I may one day die a free man
And if gifted our God's sweet mercy, shall enter the Pearly Gates.
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
APRIL 11TH 1971
Note: Age 17, this is one of my early dark poems, no rhyming.
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[Post 1383]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2023 10:14 AM
Wake Our Dawns As Beautiful Flightless Angels
Small offerings I give you
Till your hands say a fine hello
The months wear thinly our hungers
I can almost hear your voice
Standing in the valley of abstinence
Nights peering into blasting moonlight
Out of my deep loving heart
Flows great winds of sheer desire
I pause, living for your breath
You that make this world spin
With kisses born to forever gift
Soon you may live for my breath
We wake our dawns as beautiful flightless angels
Your tender heart fluttering for more
Of our nights on the lush green veranda
Our hugs that beg don't ever let go
You my darling, are the cool winds of love
And I the brave sentry of our journeys
I bring you little things anew
Until your tiny fingers learn to hold
Nothing can our true love defeat
For its truth that is Heavenly sent
And we are together deeply united
Our love, the mountain that shall never fall.
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
May 13th, 1972
Note: May 14th,1972
""To you darling I swear my love and everything.""
a quatrain----
She had been a beauty beyond compare
Her blazing blue eyes, a rare gifted treat
We both gave romantic love, our fair share
Our nights spent, bedding upon satin sheets.
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[Post 1384]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-21-2023 07:39 PM
The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid
Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns
trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil
and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil
does indifferent soil its gasping unholy vomit spill
she folds the clothes and then she falls asleep.
Trudge the hours and crack the unwilling stones
as her shadow walks into bars of uneven ethereal mists
the dark red rouge smears in round about shy patterns
she wonders, where does brown dung of yesterday hide
She slaves as a worker, her tired muscles cramp
her mind drifts and then it accuses her of nothingness
today is for work, tomorrow the mice may play
her work is as ancient days a drifting into noon
she is bent as a scornful indifferent boothill
as she finally stops, yes stops, to dare to go to sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
June 2nd 1972
Note: My new girlfriend's mother is a housemaid. Works 6 days week about 12 hour a day/
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[Post 1385]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-22-2023 09:55 AM
Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid
(Part One)
Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts
It ended thousands with its uncharted powers
Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts
Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers.
Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal
It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain
Anger, hatred emotions it happily feels
Ripping and shredding watching as spilled blood stains.
Yes, it a dark vampire so unlike any other
Ungodly and ravenous its coldhearted thirsts
But with a devil's mark, a werewolf his mother
Devil sworn he was the only, the last, the first.
With its four inch bloody claws and razor-sharp teeth
Born with Herculean strength, deep evil powers
Hades most evil powers rest so far beneath
Rose on hellish dawns took dear blood-soaked showers.
Always held hell-born thoughts within its hate-filled chest
Master of the Hell's thirteenth angel's poison seal
No black-demons dare his evil abilities test
Ever anxious for sweet new blood, that thrill kill.
Even the old gods dared not cross his dark path
Its hot, hellacious temper over a mile deep
No man nor other beast could defeat its black-wrath
Only away from shining angels did it ever creep!
Robert J. Lindley, Dark poetry
July 11th, 1973
Part One
Note:
("And even the very bravest of heroes, approached it with direst of trepidations")
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[Post 1386]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-22-2023 06:16 PM
She That With A Sweet-Laid Kiss Captured My Heart
She a true angel yet forever incomplete
Yes, forever and a thousand years in a day
But her heaven rests completely between her sheets
Her love was abundant, sweet in every way
But in love's resplendent and blaze-cast flaming throes
She felt the intense burns of love's amazing heat
In her hotter flames she gave thrills down to your toes
Her fiery sexcapades, nothing ever cold beat
Blessed was discovery of that cool hidden heart
Wooing you with that dearest billion-dollar smile
After all she was beauty and grace from the start
But sometimes she had to use her wily wiles.
She that with a sweet-laid kiss captured my heart.
June morn we both swore to Heaven we never part!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct 12th 1977
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[Post 1387]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-23-2023 07:26 AM
As Heaven Our Witness, Gave Its True Smile
Now here is love true, it is yours to hold
Its tenderness, as a rose petal's bloom
In its depths dare we both to be so bold
In savory nights, love in our bedroom
O' my lover, how I desire your kiss
And loving way that you hug me all night
Your beautiful smiles those I would so miss
I pray I never lose your bright cast light
Your blue eyes shine so this wonderful Spring
And each night as we both sing and slow dance
How you cried when I gave you that ring
We together swore again our romance.
As Heaven our witness, gave its true smile.
We swore to make our new lives both worthwhile.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 17th, 1974
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[Post 1388]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-23-2023 09:00 AM
United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor
I
do not
cry,
this pain
soul deep stings the weeping heart
burns so very
intensely
the memories
the perished and
heartfelt sweetness
of Love's cherished
truths,'
the precious moments
the cool breeze,
the heights of adore
the feverish touch
of your lips
our nights of lovemaking
and sweetest morns
of my waking
with you,
your tangled blonde
hair and sultry lips
and that dawn's
ravishing smiles
upon our dynamic
new love, upon
our dynamite kisses
and our just being
we two.....
the truth
the passion,
heated waves
in our ocean where passion
burns so
very brightly
and its heart beats
for us, in tune with life
singing
to our two hearts
wedded, asking
only
each other
and begging
for more
days
and nights
welded
together
as
united souls
with
appetites
for love
and hungry
forever
for each
other
darling
you and I
stand
against the pains
of this dark
and bleak world
with nights
of sweet ardor
and days
of purest delights
wedded
hearts, spirits and
sensual minds
together,
you and I......
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
romantic and true\
sensual and tingly
for of hope
and raging love!
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[Post 1389]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-23-2023 01:30 PM
To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees
I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell
with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand
sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell
down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand
I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins
The Sun my only friend as its light clears my way
I leave behind me, nothing but huge bloody stains
I live as a warrior on a pittance of pay
A day's ration of bread and a bold flask of wine
few gold coins for every dark monster I slay
and the great favors of girlfriends, I daily dine
pride and Fate demands I die on some future day.
As life will be forfeit what care I of death's hand
no more than a bad-spit whisper the dying groan
To truth I am sworn, courageous is my dear stand
I am a valiant warrior, I dare fight alone.
My Lord, to an honorable death I so plead.
I lay here glad as away my life slowly bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Note- "The valiant brave die but one honorable death"
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[Post 1390]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-24-2023 08:40 AM
O Little Earth, You Present Fruits Of Primal Seed
O little earth, wonder rests in thy glorious all
You allow mankind but what is he truly worth
Is he no more than an insect, so very small
Gazing at bright Heavens confused by mighty earth
To we, you giveth honey from thy heaving breasts
And the purest sweetness of your clearwater to drink
Bounty of night's black darkness for to sleep and rest
And wonders of our human minds for us to think.
O little earth, you present fruits of primal seed
Have you jewels hid, waiting for our greedy hands
Do you hold even more to harvest for our needs
And in reality, blessings even more in your lands!
O little earth dare we from your take all and even more.
For our ravenous greed, we desire even bigger score!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb 20th , 1973
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[Post 1391]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 09-25-2023 08:47 AM
Hope Dawn's Welcoming Breath Honors Your Sought After Desires
May wonderful colors and beautiful dreams be your take
I pray rhyming rhapsody sings to your heart's deep content
Heaven's blessings with God's love be your dawn's every cake
Sweet happiness with loving family's your time well spent
Hope dawn's welcoming breath honors your sought after desires.
Dear and true romance brings you joy's romantic burning fires.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 19th, 1972
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[Post 1392]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-01-2023 03:04 PM
Prayer Said, The Beast Knew Not How Quickly It Was To Die
I
rose and
cut the
frozen
aches
with
mental
pains
sun
sent hard
blasting copper
rays that
invaded
through my
stone-cast
burnished
skin
into weeping bones
heart stabbed
brain
nobody
saw
my unfiltered
tears,
splashing
with an angry
face
yet
there it
stood
murky
brooding
long fangs
dripping
and wicked
smile
bigger
that ass-end
of a
Northbound
mule
waiting, waiting
and waiting
but
a drip
a smidgeon
of smarts
told
me
its
weak underbelly
would be
where to
stab it
but
first
must be said.
a prayer,
asking
our Lord
to help
destroy this
raging
red-eyed
beast from the
burning pits
of Hell
with great
trepidation
I
drew
my
bright sabre
its
sharp
blade flashing
and charge
slashing
three deep cuts
into that
foul monster
that hideous
form
it
fell back
dying
spitting
green poison as
it expired
I stood aghast
as
I saw
that poison
had eaten away
my blade
the
beast
dead
a shadow
appeared
and
proclaimed
you, you,
you slayed
my pet
but
its
only a
baby
next time.
it
will be
its
dad, twenty times
bigger
I just laughed
saying
God cares
not about
any size
for
it too
shall
die!
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
10-01-2023
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[Post 1393]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-07-2023 08:47 AM
The Time Of Righteous Justice Was Then At Hand
(Part One)
I woke, the damn horrid shadow was standing there
Gleam in its hateful eyes, casting a deadly stare
Its deadly claws dripping a bright-cast bloody red
Its venomous whispers, saying, soon you be dead
Rising from my bed, I asked why do you threat
It replied, soon you will see true, I made my bet
Then it gave forth that huge sardonic evil grin
Shouting your sharp sword will not save you yet again
Behind it, legion of demons laughing with glee
All pointing their crooked, black fingers right at me
For a mere moment I felt a deep twinge of fright
Then I remembered, almighty god was my might
My sharp sword was not mine but was his to command
And behind his standard, I dare to take my stand!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet(Part One)
June 22nd, 1974
Old Note-
I will finish this poem with a part two and possibly part three when I return.
New Note- I found this old poem was in the batch of poems in the journal that I found in my oldest brother's attic.
It was to be a three part series, being three sonnets in all.
I've decided to write the remaining two sonnets to finish it when I return from my vacation. God bless, Robert
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[Post 1394]
Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
Date : 10-08-2023 09:31 AM
As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame
As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an itching in the game
Was there honorable valor in soul's deeper felt hate
Dare I tempt yet again the hard vicious hand of Fate
Last time, repercussions were almost impossible to bear
But scorching volcano in me cried it is only fair
Had not the evil temptress burned alive my best friend
But my sword will certainly be her righteously brought end.
It was then I knew the unholy beast had flown back home
Had done ghastly work, leaving behind bloodshed as it roam
Not sparing innocent lives of babies and young kids
Seeking to slay wherever they went and cleverly hid
Ahh but, this true sword and razor-sharp blade it soon may greet
And within all of death's aching throes its demise thus meet
A sworn oath, a promise sword upon an ancient stone
The huge monstrous beast will receive wherever it has flown.
As gleaming moon its golden rays showered upon earth
I knelt to pray to my God for all of my worldly worth
To gift me insight and power to end its wicked life
And that I am not to be shredded by its claw-like knife
Or even bitten by any of its long daggerlike teeth
Nor knocked senseless and its trampling feet stomped beneath
This sincerest prayer I utter to Heaven up high
That in this Holy quest, God rewards me, I do not die.
Robert J. Lindley, Narrative
Nov. 23rd, 1973, age 19
Part One...
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