* * * Debate Policy - Political Message Board Thread * * * -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Thread : A Poem A Day, Authored By Me Started at 11-19-2016 08:45 AM by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Visit at http://www.debatepolicy.com/showthread.php?t=57344 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 1] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-19-2016 08:45 AM Title : A Poem A Day, Authored By Me Cool Winds Grace The Soft Emerging Twilight Where dawn and dew laden green meadows meet earth hosts visitors from fading skies. All our wide world tis but Nature's blank sheet yielding to song and newly birthed life cries. Sun conspires with Nature's creating hands cool winds grace the soft emerging twilight. Love, light and joy races across the lands as hope's sweet wishes explode into sight. As sunbeams stare into glass windowpanes man wakes to beautifully crafted scenes. Erased are his sad and dark dreamed night stains sought now, life living well by any means. Where dawn and dew laden green meadows meet All our wide world tis but Nature's blank sheet. Robert J. Lindley , 11-19-2016 Form- Sonnet Written for- My Poem A Day Thread Note- This is a hard task set by me to discipline myself and keep me on my toes. Lately, life conspires to defeat my spirit, rot my soul and break my aching bones! That I shall not abide. The warrior in me cries out --Fight the darkness, slay the damn dragon.. Life owes you nothing except the path that you dare to make in it!! And upon realizing that truth, I choose to take action...--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 2] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-19-2016 11:05 AM Today, I felt like composing a second and a third sonnet.. Hope you may enjoy these poems written in a more classic way.-Tyr Thy Kindness And Mercy Shall Forever Prevail Against light of a thousand moons thy face outshines gleaming bright stars and night sky's brilliant glow. Thou art sad heart's feast, upon thy love lost soul dines with man's well soothed spirit racing in tow. Standing in earth's darkness, you destroy blackened hues in perfect harmony thy voice rewards. With peace, joy and hope asking no repayment dues thou art true love sang by the olden bards. Against the massive plights of vilest earthen ills thy gentle touch gifts healing relief. In thy denying pain of Hades wicked wills man may find again life saving belief. Against dreaded death's long, painful and darkest veil Thy kindness and mercy shall forever prevail. Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016 Sonnet- Lin 12,10 Word count-112 Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 156 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 112 ************************************************************************* 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 Once proud of both my fists, 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 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 136 Written for my Poem a day thread....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 3] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-20-2016 10:48 AM I Beg To Yet Again Kiss Thy Sweet Precious Lips Where thou once played, life, earth and sky dared to rejoice In dreams I am not scared hearing thy soft voice As in river bend where waving green willows blow Gifts thou gave, were all I ever wanted to know. In death thou have returned to this aching lost heart remembrance of thy gentle soul shared from the start At dawn's break, I wake uttering thy lovely name Upon night's return, my sad soul cries out the same! In each dream trance, seeing clearly our past romance The waking morns and epic pains of our last dance With greatest regret I gambled and took a chance Thou pierced my heart with lost love's correcting lance! I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips Touch once thy face, before away thy ghost slips In saddened dark world, my spirit seeks redemption Thy merciful spirit forgives my transgression. Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016 Poetry form- Rhyme, 16 verses, Lin 12/12 Poem Syllable Counter Results 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 # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 148 Written for my , Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 4] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-20-2016 08:38 PM I Am Laid Bare, Naked With Nothing To Hide Just how much pain will thee, in hot anger inflict? Enough that angels of mercy shall fall and weep? Have I not paid for my faith being derelict, this raging misery in which I can not sleep? Thou hast broken my evil heart and pulled my claws torn my betraying eyes from my black shrunken skull. Made me blinded with strong drink, sleeping in horse stalls now as lost ship, sinking with huge holes in its hull. Will thee be sated, with destruction of past pride extend thy soothing voice to sing again to me? I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide, empty ship, tossed and sinking in a stormy sea. How much more deep torment will thy mad revenge heap on a dying soul, promising true love to keep? Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016 Sonnet form - Lin 12/12 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 132 Written for my, A Poem A Day, Authored By Me , thread -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 5] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-21-2016 10:25 AM In His Palace Lay Treasures Never To Be Sold In his palace lay bales of silk and heaps of gold In arrogant pride he vowed to never grow old. King that thought in vastness of wealth he had it all Alas! He so lost, had yet to meet his downfall. Had he not heard, warnings from heavenly skies dire forebodings on selfish pride and bold black lies? Yet on morn's blessed light, he rose to darkly walk yield to vanity, in his sin, seed lying talk. Then that reckoning day came as it was foretold judgment brought, defeating plan to never grow old. In denying a street beggar's request for bread lack of pity consigned him to the future dead! In his palace lay treasures never to be sold for that lust, assured his soul would never grow old. Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 12/12 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 130 Written for my , A Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 6] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-22-2016 10:40 AM Seedeth True Love's Rebirth Into thy tender heart, will again my light shine? Dare I, in my last throes, beseech such great blessing? Can thou findeth, mercy for this sad pleading soul, Prove yet again, the wonder of thy heart divine! Return love! Reward my quest to regain lost love! As midnight dark, so is the hell thou hast sent me Forbid thy anger its wrath and bone breaking blows Reach thy hand to me, to raise this lost soul above! I plead thee, giveth unto me thy sweet embrace, With kisses that have forever held my sworn oath Granting passage in thy resplendent paradise In giving, this darkness shall flee leaving no trace Into my aching heart, seedeth true love's rebirth In thy honor and truth, I strive for all my worth! Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 12/12 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 0 0 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 128 Written for my, "A Poem A Day Authored By Me", thread.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 7] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-23-2016 10:57 AM Scream It Out Thrice Within a dream, song birds flying Notes in bright blue floating right there, Across oceans, millions dying- Lets have our fun, dare not despair. World's agony, birds are grounded Fractured wings, cure for all our ills, No high alarm, nothing sounded- Sadly believe, all lying spills. Deep pleading cries, echoes soon lost In that dark din, where angels lay, Everybody dies, world's high cost- We must not think, wolves are at bay. Stand to be proud, at dearest price In for pennies, sell pounds of flesh Say please help us, scream it out thrice- dawn never comes, dark can refresh. Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2016 Poetry form- Rhyme, Lin 8's Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 8] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-24-2016 10:12 AM For Thy Naked Beauty I Shall Now Spurn For thy naked beauty I shall now spurn with faith in walking a most righteous road Look up, mountains ahead, bridges to burn thy desires were much too heavy a load. Pangs of regret, still invade longing heart crashing all thy dream castles from the air Intensity of thy lusts forced us part each day I battle dark, deepest despair. For thy naked beauty I may still want thou may now hear that sad truth with a smile In midnight dreams thy naked body taunts dark, sexual lusts to my soul beguile. Thy power screams beyond thy shallow grave to remind, sworn oath I foolishly gave. Robert J. Lindley, 11-24-2016 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: 106 Written for my,-- A Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread.....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 9] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2016 11:20 AM Give Me Simple That Will Do How does one do this, so deep and "so very deep" can not do it while you are dreaming, fast asleep I write for pure joy and just to be understood I'd do "very deep" if only I ever could. This old man happily loves to write in clear rhyme making it plainly understood, sho' do save time My wife speaks at great heights with high falootin' words I say, now sweet darling sing that to the lost birds. Now do not think me sarcastic, shallow or slow this dog dun' been lounging far along in the know I once sat around spitting out tha' very deep what interests me more, is readers I kan' keep. I like too deep, as often as prostate exams give me clear simple, not over-sweet candied yams. Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 12/12 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 134 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 10] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2016 01:33 PM Ok, so the previous poem presented this morn, was an edited rewrite of an older poem, my conscience got to bothering me about it not meeting the requirement that it be a new poem written entirely for this thread. So, I got off my lazy ass and banged this one out... being that my muse chastised me into making such amends...-Tyr Touch Thy Desires Honor dreaming wish, knock on midnight's open door Eat thou, this dish, find paradise forever more With trust firm in thy hand, see thou my panting heart Touch thy desires, allow not our souls to part Watch thou, as golden treasure affirms love's blind trust For in depths of passion, our passion finds it must Secured by faith in thy sweet generous spirit Not only dance to love's song but clearly hear it Fill thy dear life and journey with magical views Grow within thy soft and tender heart rainbow hues Reside with pure joy in those dream castles we make We reach for true love, putting our futures at stake When Time and Fate surrenders to united wills In heartfelt love, we can conquer world's bitter ills Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 12/12 Written for my, A Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread... Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 128 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 11] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-26-2016 11:12 AM Shall I, Dare I, Just Call It Fate's Last Goodnight Kiss Soft echoing rings, days past when souls sang in tune Walks on sandy beach basking in moon's brightest smile Hot embers flung from winter fires into June I beg thee stay, if only for a little while Thy sworn oath holds me in its deep, love promised grip Remember fantastic nights of cherished wonders Our love flowing in time with every candle drip And those epic laughs had at my many blunders Pray thee, for such golden treasures to long endure Testament to romantic love that flourished so Of all the many lost angels thou was most pure Foolish and tragic that my blindness let thee go Shall I, dare I, just call it Fate's last goodnight kiss Another blunder for its thee, now I most miss Robert J. Lindley, 11-26-2016 Sonnet form, LIN 12/12 Written for my , "A Poem A Day Written By Me ", thread Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:N/A Total # Words: 127 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 12] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2016 10:39 AM Hearts Of Rusted Iron And Cold Steel Riding along paths of illusions, glory bound- Men with steel and fever in hard beating hearts, Minds driven by deep desires and aching pains Emotions deeper than anger's greatest depths- Souls with sharpened sabers in their polished scabbards Careful in their pride, they nourished goulish intensities Upon spirited horses, they gallop into hell's darkest dins With courage of demons loosed by the devil's own hands- In the force of ages, iron blood rising to claim At the price of death and hot savage burnings Rare treasures men seek but can never find. Should life rest within their grasping claws They that know only darkness and evil desires Greedy that nothing slips through their paws! What of the poor and weak, hiding in modern caves And the innocent that cry for sweet relief And homes, peaceful in their decaying cities And children, eager to live life and learn And Nature's unending course filled with wonder And the world's promises of forever tomorrows Shall fate stand aside to bend to that dark will Shall wicked deeds serve these gods of lust. When time and its destruction allow such victories Hope comes as an illusion of death's rewards Can mankind, find another path for survival Or will dark tragedy and loss of all prevail? Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015 Poetry form- Free Verse Note- Muse this morn informed me that she wanted a change, so get up and write anything but a sonnet.... I sat down, in an angry mood, and this rare (for me) free verse flowed out...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 13] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-28-2016 10:19 AM A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries I had always thought to find death in the dead after seeing lives lost, found I other clues. Joys of life showed me other answers instead even if amplified by sad nightly blues. When glowing red-sun, treads on its daily path graced by marbled clouds in high summer skies. Fears of death lost its sting, void of darkness's wrath and vast vacancy of tearful moaning cries. Wherein such deeper knowledge gave sweet new cause I found myself dancing in glittering light. Seeker journeying far and fast without pause racing through long brutal maze of darkest fright. Stand I, beds of flowers, eating bright sunshine Upon enlightenment my soul does now dine. Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 11/11 Total words- 111.. Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 111 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 ---------------------------------------------- Written for my, A Poem A Day, Authored By Me, thread.. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 14] Author : Balu Date : 11-28-2016 10:44 AM A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries... To some extent, the conscience that the Soul is immortal can only calm the mind which can not accept the fact of death. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/sad.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 15] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2016 08:02 AM Emerald Forests Emerald forest hiding from man's curse if found, its never better , always worse. Wretched destroyers we are in this abode in our arrogance we are firmly sold. Greed for taking everything in our path we in our false pride deliver our wrath. Astonished that some may in this rebel we seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell. If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth then our dear souls must love for all their worth. Where river and bend meet with shining sky Nature teases us to ask how and why. Shall we pray that emerald forests hide? Take action on that we can not abide? Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 108 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 16] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-30-2016 10:18 AM The Tidings Here beneath the stars, Far from the whispering eaves, Tell me thy tidings, Be they dark as northern nights I will not fail or falter. I have built for thee A dwelling, of green pine boughs, O' my silent guest. A light to guide thy coming Have I set : here take thy rest. R.J. Lindley Oct 9th, 1974 Form- Classicism(Romanticism influenced) Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7 0 5 7 5 7 7 Total # Syllables: 62 Total # Words: 54 Edited today, two verse changes. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 17] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-30-2016 11:45 AM OK, I felt guilty for trying to slide in an old poem instead of composing a new poem for this thread. I hate that feeling, so got off my lazy ass and banged this sonnet out. Hope you may like it, as its a bit of self-deprecation, admitting my wild youth and acknowledging that if wisdom comes with age, then we must see our youthful follies and have some regrets( and if life was lived wildly-some deep regrets!)- ;). Now I Am Tired And Ancient In My Ways In youth, singing out of tune in the shower caring not for adult rules or silly hour. Walking long limbs until they began to crack always stealing new toys from a guarded sack. Alas! I once reverenced not old tales weighing life only with my new, faulty scales. Yet in that error, came lessons well learned on life and love that was so cruelly spurned. Along that errant path, life soon ran aground my old phonograph playing its dead-tired sound. With that wizened knowledge came call to reboot thus my life tree sought to seek much deeper root. Now I am tired and ancient in my ways regret youth's folly, wanting my younger days. Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 114 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 18] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-04-2016 11:29 AM Back to present a poem a day authored by me. I have been a bit sick these last few days, thus had not the energy or the time to compose much.. I sat down this morn and composed this one, inspired by a dream I had last night... Hope you may like it..--Tyr Blessed Banner You Carry Forth I was lost in field of dreams, An echo in howling night winds: I found my way again despite, dark and gnarly twisting bends, of shrill lost cries giving deep fright. You alone, lit my long path,- from whence you came I do not know: In darkness, your light begs of me set about with heart in tow, receive fruit of my precious tree. Following love's sweet embrace, BLESSED BANNER YOU CARRY FORTH,- That paradise soon to be found, signals- from star of the North shining down with heavenly sound. I was lost in field of dreams, darling, you alone, lit my path, Following love's sweetest embrace- we hold life, devoid of wrath, proving hope for the human race. Robert J. Lindley , 12-04-2016 Form, Rhyme Lin 78878 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8 Total # Syllables: 152 Total # Words: 120 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 19] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-05-2016 11:38 AM To Be A Poet With thoughts of poetry, here I begin praying graceful gold verses never end. Within tentacles of earth's space and time poets create word-music in sweetest rhyme. With true souls exposed, passion thus let flown verbal treasures, best world has ever known. Among clouds of romance and love deep thought fly word kisses, free never to be bought. Like the taste of raisins from the hot sun poets birth them with blissful glee just for fun. Within poetry's vast heavenly realm poet masters, with words that overwhelm. Forever, if lucky we shall be blessed. My fate- to be one, this soul has now confessed. Robert J. Lindley, 12-05-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 142 Total # Words: 102 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 20] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-06-2016 09:54 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 Robert J. Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 21] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-07-2016 11:57 AM Thy Whispers Of Hope And Tenderness When softest whispers from thy precious lips into this heart enter as treasured gold. This thirsty spirit longs for those warm sips as thy protection from this lonely cold. When Nature's blue skies fill to sweet song its birds painting the air with happiness. We shall find our loving dreams brought along with joy cakes, revealing jubilant bliss. When Fate sends its earthly worries and cares thy heart shall steel my hand to greatest deeds. For bounty in thy soft heart always shares hope and tenderness in thy loving seeds. For thy voice sends fulfillment of my needs. Harvest of love that stops my sorrow-bleeds. Robert J. Lindley, 12-07-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 22] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-08-2016 10:05 AM When Her True Love Calls, Answer Back With Glee When duty calls torn heart to disobey deep desires riding upon eager tides. Pay no heed to what this sad world may say seek that realm where her waiting heart resides. Look not at coming battles bringing pains with naysayers trampling thy highest hopes. For true love found, brings its own blessed gains not misery fallen from steep, dark slopes. When her true love calls, answer back with glee and thy union shall send its great rewards. For each morn, tis her thy soul wants to see, life together, thy soul shall work towards. What this dark world does its best to destroy love and light of truth ye must then employ. Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016 Form- 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: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 23] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-09-2016 11:44 AM The Prayer I bared my soul within warmth of thy hot flame needing comfort of lovingly sent relief. Knew thy gentle spirit yet not thy true name thy kindness came because of faithful belief. With tenderness in grace I had rarely seen healing angels were sent on thy sweet command. Heavy burdens gone, soul feeling so serene Thy light of lights caused me to soon understand. Now in prayer, forgiven heart gives its thanks for thy dear mercy granted this once lost soul. Only by faith's deep love do I join thy ranks what was once broken, thy love has now made whole. May thy mercy sweep through this dark, barren land. Thy saving grace rain down, much as we can stand. R.J. Lindley Feb 20th, 1977 Form- Sonnet Lin 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 120 Note - Edited today to bring syllable count into a consistent 11 syllables each and every verse. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 24] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-10-2016 06:37 AM Seeker, In Poetic Love Words And In Spirit Seeker, In Poetic Love Words And In Spirit I long for, footprints on dew covered grass when new born sun kisses big hungry sky. I look for, abandon trails so many pass where I enter seeking to answer why. I beg for, more days and nights spent with you after this world once kept us apart. I cry for, sweet blessings that are your due best being our love gets another start. I reach for, long life dancing in your arms and that sexy morning call you sing out. I strive for, romance yielding to your charms with,do it all again pleas, you boldly shout. These are paradise building things we must seek. If not found, our future would be sad and bleak. Robert J. Lindley, 12-10-2016 Note- Written for our twelve year wedding anniversary today, December 10th, 2016.. Today I set about writing the best romantic poem I've ever written. And with the blessed ,real life truth, in this composition-I believe I have now done so --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 25] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-11-2016 06:38 AM So You May Write To Shout Your Release Poets oft seek elusive shadows dancing upon hard stone floors with majestic walls Some cry for deep love words and soft romancing with mystical and well timed echoing calls Poetry has always been music inked deep more than heartbroken love and weeping loud Often words delivered in fine dream sleep or birthed to stand out from a roaring crowd Tis writing that soothes other men's sad souls freeing thoughts from deep caverns of desires Sometimes vanquishing ghosts, demons and trolls that ransack, pillage and burn in hot fires. Poets one and all are a most special breed golden-spun artists from muse's treasure seed Robert J. Lindley , 12-11-2016 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 26] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-11-2016 04:57 PM Know This Truth, You Shall Not Escape Unscathed Was this sad world peaceful before your birth or was it scattered chaos, turmoil on fire. Did light only emerge upon your arrival or this universe depend upon your net worth? Spare us your haughty pride, your selfish ways those imagined glories your think your righteous due. For deep, black-dark of night tis your most welcomed cloak from which the innocent of this world kneels and prays. Enlighten our souls why you are the Sun in your devious mind, saving gift and power. Within your delusions, evil rampages and slays innocence in this world is drenched in black showers! Know this truth, you shall not escape unscathed for light destroys the pleasures of those so depraved. Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 10/12 Syllables Per Line: 10 12 12 12 0 10 12 12 12 0 10 12 12 12 0 10 12 Total # Syllables: 160 Total # Words: 116 Note- Written about the tyrants and dictators of this world and their murders,corruptions and destruction... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 27] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-12-2016 09:55 AM The Witch That Cursed His Life He found his heart lived in a rusty cage soul imprisoned there, to control deep rage. Time flew on by, he found bars were too weak again her name, in anger he dared speak. Too soon caged memories flooded back days tormented, nights brought ghostly attacks. Needed now, another cage made of strong steel to bind these stone crushing urges he feels. Inner spirit on board he forged anew much stronger prison to hold her ghost too. Task done, he beguiled her right on in offering in that void her favorite sin. Once inside, cage door quickly locked and slammed may she and her curse be forever damned. Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2016 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 28] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-13-2016 05:32 PM Gone Gone, better way of life that once was true replaced by dancing lies written on cue. Gone, decency once citizens choose to enforce replaced by -do this, for you have no choice! Now fear, is the tool far too heavily used for the truth must now be deeply abused. Now kid- we must tax your lemonade stand for we are the only high-masters in this land! And a lone red-hawk finds a burnt-out tree where once Native Americans roamed so free. Gone, those that truly honored this great earth those native people that saw its true worth. When earth and our kids futures are for sale It is a safe bet, something has gone to hell! Rob Lindley, 12-13-2016 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 29] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-14-2016 10:34 AM All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price Lord grant me, days in Nature's rainbow hues Walking among wildlife, searching for clues Thankful for these very fine hiking shoes In splendor of morn's new risen sun This peaceful, calming walk will be fun Later, short picnic before I run To find butterflies fluttering about In Nature's pleasing joy, no need to shout Here waters 'aplenty never a drought Blue lake lies just beyond Oak-tail heights Flower banks and ducks a graceful sight Even more beautiful seen by moonlight Lord grant me, more years in this paradise All wonders are free, no admissions price. Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2016 Written as was promised this morn, to my dear friend and that very kind and generous poet, Peter Duggan. With my thanks for introducing this new sonnet form in his fine poem, In the Hills, Of Walyunga.. Jussaume’s Sonnet created by Christina R Jussaume on August 20, 2015. It is a 14 line poem left justified as all other Sonnets. It is made up of 4 Triplets and 1 Couplet Rhyme for my Sonnet is aaa, bbb, ccc, ddd, ee Syllable count is as follows: 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9, 10 and 10. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 30] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-15-2016 10:09 AM As He Paid Tribute To All She Ever Gave He stood at his mother's new grave again remembering her face, how she loved rain. How she loved rain, new puppies born in Spring looked skyward, could almost hear angels sing. Morn's glistening dew covered the new grass he wondered would this huge pain ever pass. As he laid pretty flowers on her grave HE PAID TRIBUTE TO ALL SHE EVER GAVE! Then just before tears were about to fall his kids cried out, that hurry up dad call. Life returned and he knew her big smile came as he heard her softly whisper his name. She had gave him bright stars shining above now he spoke of his returning her love. Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 Sonnet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 31] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-16-2016 08:03 AM Ancient History And Sowing Wild Oats We were bound by our lusts and urgent sin, living wild and free comes at heavy price. Once such living made fools think they were men and believe such desserts were so damn nice. Each day delivered another feast, one chance to find the table and the biggest plate. This was standard version of young fools romance our greatest worry was being too late! Too much of anything can be a drag so it goes even with sex and those feasts. Soul often finds itself just a dirty rag, when acting that way feeds only the beasts. Some few lived into nice ripe old age finding happiness in love's fresh true page. R.J. Lindley, 12-16-2016 Note- Inspired by my time in the "free-love generation's" follies.. And yes, I too partook of the bounty. Live and learn , if one is lucky enough to live on long enough. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 32] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2016 03:12 PM Painted Windows Close Out Shining Night Sky Painted windows close out shining night sky her bedroom still held her old childhood toys. Life departs, in blindness we wonder why its not all pleasant and loaded with joys. Her mother's angel, long ago flown up to heaven's realm and its glories unbound. Born same morn as Queenie's five pretty pups dark world, when she was no longer around. Room sealed, attempt to hold child's memory heartbroken mother still trying to deny. Her darling was now family history ANOTHER SHINING STAR IN HEAVENLY SKY. Painted windows close out shining night sky. Life departs, in blindness we wonder why. R. J. Lindley NO DATE, MAYBE BACK IN LATE 70'S.. Written about my friend's mom and death of his youngest sister, her baby girl. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 33] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-21-2016 11:37 AM Grandfather's Love Grandfather had pride in his Indian blood of well worn path, and slowness to anger. His life was calm river and not a flood YET HE HAD OFTEN AVOIDED GREAT DANGER! Son he would say, think with kindness not hate for bitterness burns earth's skies fire red. Remember you are master of your Fate and there are no overs once you are dead! Hold gentle spirit as a worthy goal and dear family as the greatest treasure. Life may be good but when it takes a toll let your family love be your true measure! Now in old age I see how wise his words rise early morn son, enjoy the song birds. Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21-2016 Sonnet- 10/11 Syllables Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 10 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 11 10 11 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 144 Total # Words: 112 Note -- Got the inspiration for this poem from my reading the words gunny said in his comment about his , do not resuscitate order, having been ignored recently. A reminder, grandfathers are of supreme importance my friend.... For they are loved beyond measure and a vast storehouse of knowledge! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 We must remember that others want us here even when --- We may want to go-rest in yon'hills. SLEEP IN NEARBY SHADE For life lost its greatest thrills AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED! Yet our family loves us dearly still PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY Begs us away from those hills IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 34] Author : jimnyc Date : 12-21-2016 01:44 PM We must remember that others want us here even when --- We may want to go-rest in yon'hills. SLEEP IN NEARBY SHADE For life lost its greatest thrills AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED! Yet our family loves us dearly still PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY Begs us away from those hills IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY! Yups, well said. Sometimes we often forget about how loved we are, even if we aren't reminded of that daily. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 35] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-23-2016 10:57 AM Sweet Release In The Desert Water splashing mightily into hungry eager soil. Desert people see clear sign from the heavens Sweet relief from day to day, dry and sandy toil Carried out in a horrible year full of severe sevens! Praise thee! For what reward was this flood sent? Perhaps a life saved, a dear sweet child born Or the crying and stored love that was spent On magical dawning of this blessed new morn! Above, white clouds show image of an angel singing Cool winds now wash over thirsty tribe below Now vanished, huge tears and sad hand wringing For this miracle was, as great as Christmas snow! Robert J. Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 36] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-24-2016 11:11 AM Set I This Task, This Fine Morn Set I, task to write about this cruel world's darkness not so easy, for its true depths are wide and massive Yet we, cut this evil world with light into the starkness of poverty, starvation, and reactions far too passive! Set I, TIME TO BEND MY PEN TO THIS IMPORTANT TASK spray out a few words of love's enlightened hope For to learn, to heal, we must first dare to dare to ask why this darkness invades, surrounds every horoscope! I found, Truth and Love to be the two golden keys REALITY PROVES ONE MUST EXIST WITH THE OTHER We may be lost fish swimming in storming black seas yet always, we may look back to find the Love of Mother! Set I, clear goal to write a few words as a gift to all before my waiting soul, hears its final greatest call! Robert J. Lindley, 12-24-2016 Sonnet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 37] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-25-2016 11:09 PM This Dark Night When did this fire reflame in my badheart arc of hate hitting up my hidden mark Burns in urges to again let hell loose cut the strong tightrope, slay the damn goose! Night stars, where fled your so soft soothing shine old scars, why with this old soul, tonight dine Old days and pains, why break thy many chains corrupt again the vestiges of what remains! Cast away, ancient red-hot burning brand steady the promises of this new found land Vanquish this dark curse, deep black-rage in me return that treasure chest and golden key! Dark shadows, leave this time of my sad falls For this needed respite, my spirit calls! Robert J. Lindley, 12-25-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 38] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-26-2016 11:45 AM Given As Hope To Searching Hearts If seeing windblown flowers dance brings not sweetest joy to thy soul Thy heart may never find romance and soothing comfort it extols. Bend thy iron will to kindness for its wind bloweth deep with bliss Flee from daggers of hate's darkness into warmth of a lover's kiss. Abandon pride of arrogance with its caverns of evil glee Fall thee not to wild wicked chance thus find hellish eternity. Find flowers beauty as great art given as hope to searching hearts. Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2016 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 87 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 39] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-27-2016 10:59 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 sweet 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 ending my lasting disgrace! Robert J. Lindley first draft date- 07-28-1979 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 40] Author : Balu Date : 12-27-2016 11:11 AM Pierced Heart, Desperate Addiction Wonderful as usual! I've just felt a smell from my youth. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/good.gif http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/friends.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 41] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-29-2016 05:08 AM We Must Remember We may want to go-rest in yon'hills. SLEEP IN NEARBY COOL SHADE. For life lost its greatest thrills AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED! Yet our family loves us dearly still PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY. Begs us away from those hills IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY! Please, tarry thee with us longer ENJOY FAMILY AND DEAREST FRIENDS. Such blessings make us stronger TRUE LOVE IN ETERNITY NEVER ENDS! Enjoy newly flowered meadows in Spring seek out true love- learn to sing! Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2016 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 42] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-30-2016 09:34 AM I Once Lived I once lived in darkest shade of deep pain Breaking hard stones racing against the grain Savage echoes, I then happily stored To be released later when I was bored Method to my madness, I needed not I lived to give back, as good as I got. No worries about any future cost I reveled in this darkened path so lost. Nobody said, I don't give a damn, more Few worried less about the final score Then time finally brought me up to speed About life, love and searching soul's true need Now heart demands I give up bad desires Stay true and squash those hot burning fires Robert J. Lindley, 12-30-2016 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: 108 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 43] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-31-2016 02:44 PM Rare Cooking This Fine Morn To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats? Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy. Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy! Experience new dishes, of rare flavor Spread like butterfly wings upon glazed ham. Pour tasty hot liquid words to thus savor Bluebird wings sprinkled in blackberry jam! What ? No essays, delightful adverb desserts? No pans of Poe-like raven-baked pies Yes! And add in boiled rhymes and magpie tales Booming baked echoes of Mobydick whales! What next? No essays of delightful desserts? With deep fried fish and red-button from shirts. What taste? Tonight toasted Spanish serenade With sweetest Sangria spice red Kool-Aid! To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats Or spiced casserole of ink-piggy feats? Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy. Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy! Robert J. Lindley, December 31st, 2016 Rhyme, Lin 10/11 Syllable count 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 Total # Syllables: 223 Total # Words: 146 Note, family tradition, I cook the last day of the old year.. I've already completed breakfast and got the idea to cook up something on paper.. :laugh: Lunch is running a bit late...--:laugh: -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 44] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-01-2017 03:28 PM O' I Wept, Tears Shattering Broken Souls I wept hard from noon until late midnight, feelings for her loss, no other has known, for lost vision of her face in cool morns; and sweet, gentle moments her love brought flight. That day, sun fell into scathing abyss, her dear soul touch my hand the last time, she had been my steady rock, my true heart; earthen angel I shall forever miss. Looking into closed eyes for a clear sign, for her love and its soothing warmth anew, nothing came, not even that beaming smile; not needed words- "you will always be mine". O' I wept, tears shattering broken souls Where epic depths of lonesome sadness blows! Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2017 Note- My first poem of the new year and you had to know it would be a sonnet.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 45] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-02-2017 11:00 AM Hold Tight, Earth Spins Faster After Thou Art Born Hold tight, earth spins faster after thou art born and its days grip deeper into thy new soul. Forever thy spirit's newfound loves will be torn and each day's journey takes even a greater toll. Nights thee rests under fair moon's beckoning glow seeking to recant follies from past actions. May thy path lead thee to truly, truly this know fight cruelty with kind acts, as best reactions. When found, thy love-heart has wandered far astray retrace steps, ask for light to much better see. Hold as a rock in each dark and horrific fray for by doing so, lasting wisdom comes to thee. When dark, evil thoughts thy mind dares to invade Your soul depends on this, never ever thee trade. Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2017 Sonnet, Lin 11/12 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 12 12 0 11 11 12 12 0 11 11 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 162 Total # Words: 122 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Note- This is a presentation of a 35 year old poem that I have done major edits to(new verses now make up about 75%). Thus I give it today's date and not the original date it was first drafted, decades ago.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 46] Author : Balu Date : 01-02-2017 11:11 AM Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2017 Note- My first poem of the new year and you had to know it would be a sonnet.. Nice poem! But... http://s19.rimg.info/aee19e2775457d135efdf745e7d94e15.gif (http://smayliki.ru/smilie-1224821991.html) NOTE- EDIT, WAS TO THE DATE ON POEM, CHANGED THE 2016 MISTAKEN DATE TO THE CORRECT DATE OF 2017. I HAD BEING ABSENT MINDED, USED THE OLD DATE WHEN FIRST POSTING THAT NEW POEM. Thanks for notifying me my friend... -TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 47] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-03-2017 10:29 AM Before Me, There A Beautiful Lady Stood Bright as sky - promises of glowing rainbows She no longer scrawny knees and sharp elbows Before me, there a beautiful lady stood Asking if I wanted to dance- yes I would! Four years back, teenage lass had asked me my name Now that pretty, grown woman asked me my game Dancing that night I saw how well she had grown She became the first of true loves I have known. Such blessing was not meant for the likes of me I saw what was right, so I soon set her free Because of my wilder ways, fast roving eyes I left her, in purity in the skies! Bright as sky - promises of glowing rainbows. She no longer scrawny knees and sharp elbows. Robert J. Lindley, 1-03-2017 Sonnet, Lin 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 124 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 ---------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- WRITTEN ABOUT A REAL LADY. ONE I SOMEHOW SAW FIT TO DO NO MORE THAN KISS AND LET GO.. Back in the day, before I let my impulses lead me into grabbing as much as I could get... Before the hippie gals and free love generation, came in dancing, singing and girls grabbing the guys for a change... lol--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 48] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-04-2017 11:25 AM With Twilight's Glow Nature Boldly Speaks Soft twilight glow just before dawn's new birth When sun and earth show, art for all its worth. O' tender emotions- send not thy cries! For Nature holds more than blue, blue skies! As light sends shadows burrowing so deep Furry animals wake from midnight sleep. Rabbits and squirrels hop out to and fro Songbirds sing and splash colors just for show! When night approaches with sun setting reds Nature's night creatures, out pops sleepy heads. Mother owl hoots loud to let man this know She is wiser than both raven and crow. Man wakes each day to Nature speaking clear. Precious life is great, if souls would but hear! Robert J. Lindley, 1- 04-2017 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 Note- From memory of scenes at lake cabin decades ago! Entire area burned decades later from massive forest fire! Such blessed scenes forever gone... gone... gone. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 49] Author : Balu Date : 01-04-2017 11:43 AM Before Me, There A Beautiful Lady Stood Bright as sky - promises of glowing rainbows She no longer scrawny knees and sharp elbows Before me, there a beautiful lady stood Asking if I wanted to dance- yes I would! Four years back, teenage lass had asked me my name Now that pretty, grown woman asked me my game Dancing that night I saw how well she had grown She became the first of true loves I have known. Such blessing was not meant for the likes of me I saw what was right, so I soon set her free Because of my wilder ways, fast roving eyes I left her, in purity in the skies! Bright as sky - promises of glowing rainbows. She no longer scrawny knees and sharp elbows. Robert J. Lindley, 1-03-2017 Sonnet, Lin 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 124 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 ---------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- WRITTEN ABOUT A REAL LADY. ONE I SOMEHOW SAW FIT TO DO NO MORE THAN KISS AND LET GO.. Back in the day, before I let my impulses lead me into grabbing as much as I could get... Before the hippie gals and free love generation, came in dancing, singing and girls grabbing the guys for a change... lol--Tyr It is incredible to be able to express your feelings you had many-many years back. Bravo, Robert! :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 50] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2017 10:10 AM Pray I, My Eternal Love You See Memory of you, skinny dipping at blue lake darling, you beauty showed nothing was fake. When guys ogled at poolside your sexy physique imagined soft touch of your passion's mystique! So much greater you are than just such sexy charms In sweet embrace, our baby in your arms. Nothing in this word, could that sight ever erase Nor your contented smile upon bright, pretty face. Sweetest purity in your early morning glow heart's loving depth, pure as new fallen snow. Tenderness in your voice, mark of your love's truest kiss blessed home you make, pray I hold and never miss! In this life, you are promised angel sent to me With this verse, pray I, my eternal love you see! Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017 Sonnet( romantic), Lin 12/10/12/12 Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 12 0 12 10 12 12 0 12 10 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 162 Total # Words: 120 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 51] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-06-2017 09:30 AM An Ancient Poet's Dying Plea Let thy truest light shine', for joy soothes longing heart. Great and wise muse is thine', may finest glee you impart! Gift words sweet as daily bread, sing out wise words well praised. Other poets need to be fed, united in voice all gets raised! Hold dear thy tender, inner child, wrap in warmth its softer glow. May ye even write as one wild just to let this world know! Climb mountains for higher thoughts for time and poet's faith never halts! Robert J. Lindley, 1-06-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 52] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-07-2017 10:40 AM Too Late To Write Poetry, I Would Rather Be Dead Too late to write poetry, lid is closed Time flew by, I must have sleepily dozed. What pretty flowers, I no longer see Why were those sad people looking at me? My favorite preacher showed up to preach Alas! Tis not poetry he can teach! Wait! Do not lower me into the ground! Waking up now - new dancing rhymes I've found! What! No poetry! I'd rather be dead Hurry boys, lay me in this earthen bed! Quick now laddies, shovel that tasty dirt Lay me six deep, even should it now hurt! Poetry, be it a treasure or curse yet I find, living without it tis worse. Robert J. Lindley, Jan 7th, 2017 Poetry form- SONNET Ten syllables per verse. Note- I previously wrote this as ten verse rhyme -to meet contest requirements on a specific subject , when given two choices. This version is me writing it without meeting those very limiting , set contest standards. I prefer the sonnet form of 14 verses over that of ten verses! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 53] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-08-2017 12:50 PM An Ancient Poet's Muse, Just A Playing Snow outside, was whitest white, so I wrote Cream and butter, sisters on fine tables. Sang I, out of tune, nobody took note Now sure, there are true heroes in fables. Rain outside, was wettest wet, so I penned Coffee and donuts, brothers in pleasing. Cried I, cast thee that hard stone, I have sinned Not really, just old poet teasing! Sleet outside, was coldest cold, so I spun Bake me no pies, I tell thee no true lies. Screamed I, no fresh bread, too tired to run Why such downpours from big belching skies? Snow outside, was whitest white, so I wrote Ancient poet's words, hope thee took kind note! Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2017 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: 112 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 54] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-09-2017 07:17 PM Removed...to rewrite the poem.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 55] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-11-2017 09:52 AM Wild Horses I want wild horses and my funeral bright prancing in hooves shoe'd in solid gold Even wilder horses at my grave site I beg this end when I get too damn old! I want six-shooters there loud blasting and cowboys wearing sharp toe'd boots I never planned on this trip long lasting always, great pride in my Southern roots! There was a pretty senorita a'dancing O' once she meant the world to me I want to remember our deep romancing like smooth waves on a shining sea! Nights I spent drinking and fighting STILL BRING A BIG SMILE TO ME I SEE HER AGAIN, MOON JUST A'LIGHTING that yellow hair flowing so free! Time has way of hurting and a'eroding sending long cold shivers a'shaking Pray I see her again just a'holding apple pie for me she was a'baking! I want wild horses and my funeral bright prancing in hooves shoe'd in solid gold Even wilder horses at my grave site I beg this end when I get too damn old! R. J. Lindley Date -ancient, maybe 69 or 70.. Note- OK, I made it(too damn old).. Now I want those horses a few more decades A' waitin. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Shown below are the first replies from other poets about this new poem I posted.-Tyr Reply Chris Green Date: 1/11/2017 7:16:00 AM Sounds like a wonderful list of poetic requests. What a way to go out, still hoping you stick around a bunch more. Reply Tony Devers Date: 1/11/2017 4:35:00 AM A colourful, lively poem, a true celebration of life's rich tapestry, and it's inevitable end. Do not go gentle into that goodnight, cowboy. Reply Wilfred Aniagyei Date: 1/11/2017 3:23:00 AM Time does have a way of hurting Reply White Wolf Date: 1/10/2017 10:07:00 PM You are Bidziil: Navajo for "he is strong" I don't know the word for poetry but you are strong in poetry. I love this, Robert. /|\ Reply White Wolf Date: 1/10/2017 10:09:00 PM But Tasunke is Dakota for Horse /|\ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 56] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 10:10 AM Shown below are the first replies from other poets about this new poem I posted.-Tyr I read these replies and am happy that your are not alone and single with your thoughts and feelings in our World of lonely souls. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 57] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-12-2017 03:22 PM When A Young Cowboy's Mother Speaks To Him Son, heed wise words when true words are given Shoe your horse well, ride for a faster fight With your courage firm, stand for true liven THO' EVIL CREEPS TO SLAY IN DEAD OF NIGHT. Son, hold thy tongue as it may wander loose Make thy bed as morn's cold brings long chills Heed western law, as well, the hangman's noose For judges quick-hang those with wanton kills! With these word may thy life reward thy heart More decades before resting in thy grave Thy father's death was sad, this I impart Life would have been best if more love he gave! Now let thy horse fly upon open range Honor thy life, regardless others change Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2017 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: 116 ------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim's fine poem about his mother that he loved so dearly, got me thinking about our mothers and what they say and do for us! Thus I started writing and this came out like a flood... I mean almost non-stop it came! When my Muse rushes me like that, I've learned over these many decades, to not change a thing!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 58] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-13-2017 12:52 PM Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills She graced his life and gave her very best Erasing strife, passing every hard test Now with his eight flying decades flown by Death came not and he sat there asking why! How could he live without her soft touch He had felt great pain, but never this much Her death had destroyed his romantic world Into pits of hell it had his soul hurled Each night, her love-spirit came in his dreams He would wake alone, tears flowing in streams Then he would beg, put me there by her side I hate life, I am done with this hard ride One summer night her spirit came to play In saddest voice he begged her to stay With bright flash, they flew to another place To live happy, hand in hand, face to face Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017 RHYME 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: 134 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 59] Author : jimnyc Date : 01-13-2017 12:56 PM Love it, Tyr!! No way I would ever be able to write in a manner that I have to stick to syllables and such, and STILL make it sound great! Well done, my friend. And I can relate regardless. :) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 60] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-14-2017 10:07 AM As Your Fruit Made Bitter Its Promised Sweets When I said yes, I meant damn sure I do. And in that declaration my soul lives. Living meant more than we united two You taught by saying, "one never forgives"! Hell freezes before I stop loving you Sworn vow, that you in hot-lust so soon broke. Once glowing love's bright light shown on we two Soon each promise you saw fit to revoke! Dark deeds found great favor in your sad soul As your fruit made bitter its promised sweets. Your heart blacken as beating chunk of coal As I fled deep hurts in my sad retreats! Where once stood an orchard of lovely trees Now holds barren ground, me upon my knees. Robert J. Lindley, 1 -14- 2017 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: 114 (date is 1-14) Note- Inspired by a sad event in my life , when I, as very young man, fell deeply in love with a beautiful but far too wild(even for me) sexy vixen.. Her memory burns hot but far, far deeper burns the massive pain she gave.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 61] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-15-2017 01:46 PM Drowned in Passionate Depths Of Our Deep Love So much I wanted to say but could not speak of moments dancing in pouring rains. You gave more love than I had ever got now you gone, it matches depth in great pains! I know now, your desire in flying free from your memory I now wish it too. I, proud ship master, you the storming sea when enraged together, what fierce winds blew! In my sinking, your waves played their sad part I saw storm come but sailed in with my pride. Your hidden rocks broke me, tore me apart NOW MY WEEPING SOUL RESTS BELOW HIGH TIDES! You hold me, embraced in watery grasp why no longer, are our loving hands clasp? Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2017 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: 115 ---------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- Started today and finished today.. A bit slow this morn on my writings(!!!), after having kept my grandchildren last night, until mom and dad picked them up at midnight. Caleb age nine, Ty the walking, gibberish talking baby, and my son Justin, wore this old man out. In just a bit over eight hours, I had one moment of respite. I raced to the bathroom for sweet relief and had not even finished urinating when there came knocking on the door, Ty crying. He had thrown a hard plastic ball against the wall, it bounced back and hit him in the face. Nothing serious, but man it scared me- that kid can really wail! :laugh: Midnight, daughter shows up to retrieve the kids, asks -how did it go? I being the usual me-said.. Fine baby, just fine-- bring em over anytime! -:bang3: I can and will still do crazy, self-destructive things it seems.--:laugh:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 62] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-16-2017 09:42 AM Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age At that age wisdom says life is a joke consider blindness of other poor folk. Stop to ponder why on earth we exist you may just find giving on that big list. To live well, love hard and thus procreate easy to see easier to relate. Living life together with your soulmate should be a part of everybody's Fate! Finding life is not about what you got should be holding solid, number one spot Tis more about life lived well and deeper with one you found, knew to be a keeper If long life, happiness is your great aim if reaching not for it, you are to blame! Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 63] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-17-2017 10:26 AM True To Heart, An Old Poet's Solemn Vow If I should but write somber thoughts in old age Why not? Not much depth writing in newest rage. If my many poetry books teach to see they in sweet truth set my old, yearning heart free! Twas' clear winter, cold stars upon my head shone I felt chilling fists of cold, right down the bone. Lead weights attached so firmly to rigid feet Tasty word soups in puddles, no spoon to eat! Halt! Cried the ever vigilant guard above you must not stray off path, for we govern love. In poetic words screamed, "hell no, not from me" I walk well lit path, knowing I am free! Then bold shot fired, burst old poet's aching heart Stand on true principle, life one may depart! Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017 Sonnet form- Lin 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 125 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 64] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-18-2017 12:14 PM The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope That night flew roaring Wind- a mighty gale over hill and dale through windows left up Had I then known its fruits, I'd have turned pale for its destruction was a bitter cup! Yet I, pen in busy hand onward wrote verses quite dear, to my romantic love Thus in writing fever, I took no note of great black wrath descending from above! Alas! How could I, her sad Fate have known how dark winds, her dearest life with Fate sealed Foul and wicked Wind's evil had thus blown tragic death, no prayer could have repealed! Her home blown into badly broken heaps her fragile body under massive weight My soul cried out, in greatest depths sad weeps for evil often works with Hand Of Fate! Then destroyed, my once so happy belief in love's magic and promised paradise From his darkened world, I found no relief just enough bread and water to suffice! Once thinking of death by gun or short rope in love-lost grief, life nothing came around Then I recalled, hope, her last name was Hope in that word, my recovery was found! Robert J. Lindley, 1-18-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 186 Note- A sad one , because life with its joys , often brings in tragic and sad events.. We that survive such must learn to live with it and always have hope in future happiness and love of family... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 65] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-19-2017 10:53 AM I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink After reading poems, I get started I write as of old, on paper in ink. Hours pass, before pen and I are parted olden ways used, give greater depths to think! After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks on things that just may give, some sweet relief. Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks scribe true and often, is my firm belief. After writing poems, soul finds comfort in strangest way, very hard to describe. Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort gift is in your reading, no need to bribe! New poems read, both happy and some sad caused this poem, be it good or it bad. Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017 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 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 66] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-20-2017 10:53 AM Heard Quiet In Its Soft-Whispered Approach Poor old weathered James, his farm all he knew Fine crop this year, hoping for no more bad. Spring rains came and welcoming soft winds blew Yet somehow he had found lonely and sad. Through back door, he saw glowing red sunset Heard quiet in its soft-whispered approach. In his wild youth, farm was won on a bet In old age, he heard wolves howl to encroach! That night he vowed to sell that cursed place Move away to live among city throngs. Thinking, why had he blindly ran this race In anguish he asked, mercy for his wrongs! Dawn's bright rays soon upon his head did blast. He rose smiling, past woes left in the past! Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 117 Note- Dawn brings a new day. Optimism in a brighter future arriving, has saved many a man.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 67] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-21-2017 01:46 PM In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted In what color was freedom's cloak painted? Perhaps white to symbolize its great good? Bright color for those not weak-heart fainted? Nay, better to show man's heart as it should! Gold to show freedom's true and greatest wealth? To toast man's human soul and its good health? Nay, best to love life before being dead. And thus it must be bright, glowing blood-red! With firm sharp sword and battle hardened shield Prove freedom promises to never yield. Deep rose-red, with strong sword of finest steel Honoring those that fought at Bunker Hill. Red handled hilt, with sword blade so inscribed. Freedom we are brothers, can not be bribed! Sonnet January 21, 2017 Robert J. Lindley 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: 108 For Julia's contest, The Swords Speak - Poetry Contest Note from Sponsor: (Make sure your poem is about the quote per se, not about swords.) Contest Description Back in the eighteenth century, the swords of the Polish Legion Supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase, translated as "Free people are brothers" What to Submit? Please think about the quote and compose a poem about it, not restricting yourself to any particular period in history or the present time unless you wish to. Any form is acceptable except "I do not know", which isn't a form, anyway. Prizes First - Tenth Prize - Glory My example is "Free People", dated 1/10/2017. Preparing Your Entry Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts. English Language Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible, unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation. A Note to Poetry Contestants You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 68] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-22-2017 11:37 AM Stone-People, Hearts As Cold As Frozen Stones Stone-people, hard dried in their vanity all around they lay- with their dead talking Delight in mere tinges of sanity closing rock-hard blind eyes when they slow-squawk! Stone-people, every realm's black pot has some miserable places have too many Sad faces, they are not too slow or dumb yet life would be better without any! We may wonder why they are so stone-dry dry is fine if served with slice of great wit Yet in their solemn realms no smile may fly and happiness, they will have none of it! Stone-people have one solitary use To act as tormentors and heap abuse! Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2017 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: 102 Note- Stone-people, is short term used for, cold stone-hearted people. Stone-hearted people, always ready with a negative comment, to rain on any person's parade. Some are even vile and vicious in that dark dedication to abusing others. The more innocent the victim is, the more they delight in tormenting. Especially when adults are verbally abusing young children, even some teachers do such things. Such was the case many decades ago when my best friend's sister suffered such abuse at school. She told nobody about it (until she was an adult), thus the evil vermin got away with it the entire school year. At least three or four days a week she would get on the school bus with tears in her eyes. I saw her decades after it had happened , talked to her and thought of this evil she had endured in silence, as her brother had only told me about, after they both were adults and in college. She passed away back in the late 80's, but her memory remains with me to this day. This morn, I read a poem on child abuse and sat down to compose this immediately afterwards, thinking of her and how innocent she was at that time! Yes, such monsters truly exist, as her tormentor surely was one such wicked beast! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 edit...... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 69] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-23-2017 10:02 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 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: 108 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 Edited to add note.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 70] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-24-2017 09:40 AM Sweet Romance Is In Truth A Healing Balm Within sweet dreams where dreamy gifts abound, And all seems calmer, fresher and so new, There heart's desires can easily be found In peaceful sleep, such are beautiful views If wanting a much better, longer life, Know living right, is truest golden path, This dark world will always give its dark strife Key is to not reply with evil wrath Live not in shadows of sad former hate, Instead live life, looking for rain to dance, Hopeful truth is, it is never too late For life's woes can be healed by sweet romance Let your dreamy desires seek, truer love Live without the dark strain, of push and shove Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017 Sonnet 10 (Hope, Life, Romance) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 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 NOTE- WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST, MAY EVEN ENTER IT.. ;)--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 71] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-25-2017 10:59 AM Fate Delivers Its Promised Bitter Cup He sat shackled, days and nights now a daze, Doom and gloom, now spoke in whispered tones. Once dashing, ladies in a swooning craze Each day he became more a wasted bone Upon heaving chest, gasps of his sorrows, Sparse food and water with no needed rest. His weeping soul prayed for no tomorrows Despair, he had failed battle's greatest test. Sword and armor now ancient broken heap, He questioned why, last huge battle was lost. Not thinking, as you sow, so shall you reap Each death plea, heart knew its punishing cost. Prison bars, filtered in freedom's light, Fleeting rays, spoke of sacrifice and pain. Worse, sad and quiet loneliness each night And knowing he could not remove that stain. Having heard his battle-horse had been killed, His tears flowed as if for a long lost friend. By very best they were trained and were skilled He passionately prayed for that same end! Dawn came, his prayer answered that sad morn Marched to a massive tree and there tied up. His mind spoke, for this sad Fate, you were born Rejoice, bravery gifts this bitter cup! Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2017 Note- Written this morn, after reading the great poem, (The Captive), 1840, composed by the great Russian poet, Mikhail Lermontov... Source: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...ontov_ind.html In sincerest hopes that this tribute poem, may have done that gem some justice.... 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 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 187 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 I got a bit carried away and went far past writing a fourteen verse sonnet... As I thought, his magnificent poem deserved more verses in tribute!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 72] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-26-2017 10:05 AM Today I wrote a free verse poem.A poetry form that I rarely used, since my truest love in poetry is rhyme. Yet, I have come to appreciate this form for the greater freedom and ease to write in non-stop flow (as I did with this piece), it offers any poet. Loss Of Youthful, Sweet Romantic Longings In lingering mists of time. I lived within a gleaming dream. But all was not to remain so fine, For darkness overcame night-sun's gleaming gleam- Dream vanished. And fleeting shadows ran to try to catch, Sweet, sweet, love again, Union of seeking souls, Between reality and dreamed for passion- Blue skies, gifting golden nights. If only, If only, O' if only, Original dream would return! Return to again bless, To again touch, To again unite, Saddened spirit with lost gleaming dream! Saddened soul with gentle touch Saddened heart with mists of love's eternal desires! Robert J. Lindley, 1- 26-2017 Free verse( Lost, Youthful Romantic Longings) Note -Inspired by a recent dream.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 73] Author : Balu Date : 01-26-2017 10:34 AM Today I wrote a free verse poem.A poetry form that I rarely used, since my truest love in poetry is rhyme. Yet, I have come to appreciate this form for the greater freedom and ease to write in non-stop flow (as I did with this piece), it offers any poet. Loss Of Youthful, Sweet Romantic Longings In lingering mists of time. I lived within a gleaming dream. But all was not to remain so fine, For darkness overcame night-sun's gleaming gleam- Dream vanished. And fleeting shadows ran to try to catch, Sweet, sweet, love again, Union of seeking souls, Between reality and dreamed for passion- Blue skies, gifting golden nights. If only, If only, O' if only, Original dream would return! Return to again bless, To again touch, To again unite, Saddened spirit with lost gleaming dream! Saddened soul with gentle touch Saddened heart with mists of love's eternal desires! Robert J. Lindley, 1- 26-2017 Free verse( Lost, Youthful Romantic Longings) Note -Inspired by a recent dream.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Robert, This is fantastic! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 74] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-27-2017 10:28 AM Withheld And Released, Love's Greatest Treasures I- (The Start) Behold Resplendent vigor, Dancing upon rainbows Drinking sweet red wine Hold her in sweet embrace, whisper, darling you look so fine Await that moment you know will come That softest kiss, sent to find just you A memory gifted as a very great treasure Painting etched into clear mind's eagle eye Remind yourself she is treasured gift Promise never to say goodbye Hold that blessed moment Snapshot in time Resplendent vigor, Released. II (The Answer) Release Love's power, Bliss so profound Like cool Spring shower True love's heart and journey, Promising an eternity in your arms No treasure can this blessing ever compare Fantastic depths of love, two lovers may share. Life rewarded true love's, heart and faithful soul With hope, joy and deep romantic splendor Paradise found within each heart's embrace Jubilant kisses, so softly planted Mornings, face to face In love's embrace United two Joined. Robert J. Lindley, 08-14 -2015 (Part I) Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2017 (Part II) Note: Part I Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8 Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1 Note: Part II Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8 Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1 Note: Not sure of the form (maybe new?), a poet showed me this with her fine poem. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 --------------------------------------------- Dedicated to poetess, Sassylady, with my sincere thanks given to her, for first showing me this poetry form. I had great fun writing this one this fine morn.. I read the first part written by me in 2015 and decided it needed a second part. This is the finished poem. --------------------------------------------- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 75] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-29-2017 09:54 AM Baby, Baby, Lets Slow Dance In The Rain Smiling she said, baby lets dance tonight Baby, baby, lets dance on past midnight Lets dance as before, you hold me so tight Baby, lets bring our dreams back into sight Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again Then, she got his ten million dollar smile She had so dearly missed it for awhile That night, her wish happily sprang to life That eternally she would be his wife Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again Smiling she said, tomorrow just one more Passionate kiss, darling I do implore And a bit tighter if you do not mind Darling, we are best, we will ever find Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2017 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 Total # Syllables: 180 Total # Words: 137 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Note- I placed this as Romanticism, yet perhaps better would have been identified- as in lyric form..Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 76] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-06-2017 10:50 AM Your Darkness Punishes But Does Not Win Ravaging of Time- its sharp savage blades Often minor cuts, blood spilled with no thought. Hidden pains of lone, dark nights, midnight raids From which no saving reprieve can be bought. Clinging to that last old withering branch With endurance built in bravest of souls. Life holding out for its sad and last chance Soon to embrace night, black as unburnt coals. Death, thee hast come to do Time's last commands With thy blades its servant, wicked with glee. No power on earth, sends thee reprimands As no power can drain Time's endless sea! When innocent souls meet thy merciless blades Mere mortals ponder, life's foolish escapades! Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 142 Total # Words: 107 Note: Time and Death, twins that work to bring darkness, defeated only by the saving Light of a Divine Doorway, when opened. Today, it took me almost three hours to write this short poem, something a few weeks ago I would have written in about 10 to 15 minutes. I guess slow going is better than not ever going..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 77] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-07-2017 10:53 AM In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope (The Solemn Prayer) Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway I pray not for all this, on some other black day With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies. On this day, life should see past this looming black-storms find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power far more than this broken soul can muster this hour When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath. Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway I pray not for all this, on some other black day With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies. Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017 Syllables Per Line: 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: 288 Total # Words: 225 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper. Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results. Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that. I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it.. But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 78] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-08-2017 11:03 AM I can not present a poem authored by me today... I have not even written my wife's love-poem a day , every day, (first time missing , in 12 years of our marriage), in over a week. I can and will present other's poetry until, I feel to be able to write again, especially my friend and fine poet , Sassy's poems. Writing yesterday morn, exhausted me... I almost could not finish the poem... I have not suffered this deeply since my father's death back in 1969. Appears that knowing it was coming did nothing to lessen the pain, anguish and blues. Being a bit bitter each day, seems a pitiful bargain, but one I must suffer until healing maxes out ..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 79] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-10-2017 05:42 PM Slowing He Rose, To Walk, See That Lake Shining Gem Old poet sat looking out a broken window his faithful dog gone, seven winters past. Out back, weathered old boat he could no longer row time had fleeting flown and die had been cast! Where were his long-lost friends, now that he needed them mere shadowing dreams from former year's frays. Slowing he rose, to walk, see that lake shining gem watch windy waters, willows as they sway. There he sat on that old familiar red-clay bank thinking, how life had raced so far ahead. Knowing life was fleeing away, and gave his thanks that he was alive, not among the dead! Rising, he looked back at old house and olden times Noted - time, time for pen to paper rhyme. Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2017 Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 120 Note: I dreamed last night that today I'd write a sonnet, all day I've waited and finally this has bled right on out.. Strange, so strange as it came out like water from a garden hose.... one verse immediately after the other. NO EDITS AND HIT THAT 10 TIMES 12, 120 WORDS.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 80] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-12-2017 09:36 PM In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects rays that brighten the waning moon. Life serenity, Nature's architects, find thy grace equal its great boon. Hold thy touch, for very few deserve dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile. Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves thy laughter makes it all worthwhile. Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads longings to hear thee play and sing. Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds thy great heart needs no worshiping. In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews. All suffering from lonely blues. Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017 (Sonnet) Syllables Per Line:10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 Total # Syllables:126 Total # Words:88 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 81] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-13-2017 11:56 PM Mother, Our Angel, Our Most Beloved Away from life's troubles send her remains, fresh from this world, devoid of its dark stains; On some forest clearing, set her to rest, Her soft heart saw fit, to make no request, Lay upon her grave, sunflowers will do Under clouds of skies, bright and so blue; Simple headstone, words, she was dearly loved, Mother, our angel, our most beloved, Ponder deeply in the oncoming years How blessed day joining her, stops not tears. Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017 Rhyme(Tribute, In Beloved Memory Of Our Mother) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 100 Total # Words: 75 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 82] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-15-2017 05:38 PM I spent all day trying to force myself to write a poem. Nothing worked, until I thought of my phone call received from a friend that I lost contact with over 30 years ago. Then this sonnet started in my head and after a few hours I decided to shut up my arguing against writing , and just knuckle down and write.. I hope you may enjoy.. -Tyr A Long Journey And Very Sad Look Back Looking back at those youthful follies invited Days of sweet glory and thoughts of being knighted Time sends back its memories of the lively ghost My crazy younger self, that all too willing host Life has raced through distant extended middle years With its love, joy, misery, pains and saddest tears Longings bereft of Love's satisfying reprieves Brave daredevil fools taunted Fate, were thick as thieves Then time slapped us from slumber with its mighty knocks No bluffs of bravado could destroy these new shocks Midnight dreams remind us of death and true love lost No lying can convince, wild-times were worth the cost Youthful folly serves a purpose we may not know For with each knock down, our wisdom began to grow Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2017 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: 123 Note: This sonnet was inspired by a conversation I had this morn with an old friend from my youth. He had just learned of my mother's recent death and called to give condolences. He started speaking about the many very wild times we had over 40 years ago. After thinking about that conversation most of today, this sonnet started forming in my head. With the sad truth being, those wild young times were folly and not a true positive regardless of how we may choose to remember/romanticize them. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 83] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2017 08:26 PM Carrying Her Great Honor As A Badge Unfurled She had walked years through a dark desolate world CARRYING HER GREAT HONOR AS A BADGE UNFURLED Dawn came that Spring with its first rays of healing lights She suddenly found no fear of devilish nights She stopped early morn by a clear, fast flowing stream Joy in heart, wondering had it been a bad dream Birds were singing, first she had heard in many years She splashed the magnificent green grass with her tears Stepping back on long dusty road, her smile told all Sweet love of Life had returned after her big fall Now retracing steps from dark horror she had fled She could face very worst and laugh out loud instead Her honor had led to a path of redemption From Fate's sad decrees, she had found love's exemptions Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2017 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: 132 Note- Read a great Emily Dickinson poem earlier this afternoon that inspired this creation. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 I started this poem 5 times and scrapped each one halfway into it (lot of time wasted by trying to-force it). Sat down and read 3 poems by Byron, drank a cup of coffee and returned to writing the Dickinson inspired poem you see above. It will do.......-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 84] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-17-2017 09:52 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 85] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-18-2017 02:53 PM When A Broken Heart Has Soul Imprisoned Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower In despair's blackest storm hid I the saving key No recovery from misery's darkest hour My soul wanted to destroy wrecked life within me! Memories of childhood and mother's loving hands Such were not mere dreams but blessed reality She taught me love's gentle touch, how a man stands Saved this lost spirit from death-felt insanity! Had I in deepest of depressions ended all BLED AGONIZING LIFE INTO WELCOMING PIT Saved I was, by motherly advice should I fall Son if fallen, get back up, Life get on with it! Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower Saved by her truest love, in a Heaven sent shower! Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2017 Sonnet, Lin12/12 (dedicated to my loving mother) 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: 116 NOTE: I woke this morn to a shining light, Twas her sending down a golden gift Saying dear son, get thee up to fight IN TRUE LOVE, BOTH OUR SOULS UPLIFT! Thus, I've written four poems today, one a romantic poem collaboration first half, already sent to a top poetess to complete. She accepted first draft sent her, as is , saying it clearly needed no corrections/edits. I am much better now , but a strong residual darkness still lurks, I can still feel it. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 86] Author : Gunny Date : 02-18-2017 03:22 PM Loss. It doesn't go away. You learn to live with it. It will eat you up inside if you let it. Do what momma said ... git up and fight. She expects no less. The best thing you can do is be exactly the man she raised you to be. That is her homage and what she deserves. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 87] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-19-2017 11:09 AM With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts In yonder land a princess lives, With gentle winds her guarding hosts; Suitors gaze as her beauty gives Her sweet elegance, all the toasts! Yon dark castle Dread lays in wait, His black anger, hating her charms; Vows he, her enslavement tis Fate Tho' it be by great force of arms! For her kind heart he wants to bleed; Savage her and sate his evil, Yet Fate, grants mercy to her need destroys this monster primeval! In yonder land a princess lives, With gentle winds her guarding hosts; Suitors gaze as her beauty gives Her sweet elegance, all the toasts! Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2017 Poetry form, Lin Crazy Eights, Tail-Rhyme , 100 words Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 88] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2017 11:39 AM Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade No more stones, my dinner plate is too full my teeth broken on that hardened black heart Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more rocks, I am wise and older I see pitch black upon your angel wings I need sweet companion, just to hold her spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull waves of blues eat deeper into my brain Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well secrets we shared call out but I refuse Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love now fire burns hot, in this living Hell Mercy arrived today, from far above told me, see her as dust in a dry well Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more shouts, soft words decorating you songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance Foolish me, gave you much more than your due wrapped in love, so deep in a blind trance Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made No more stones, my dinner plate is too full my teeth broken on that hardened black heart Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this misery-meal your deceptions made Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976) heavily edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017 Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 89] Author : Balu Date : 02-20-2017 12:11 PM Dear Robert? For several days I was not at home, but I read all your poems without being able to mark them and as usually I adored them. So, I have done it right now. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 90] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2017 12:39 PM Dear Robert? For several days I was not at home, but I read all your poems without being able to mark them and as usually I adored them. So, I have done it right now. :clap: Thank you my friend. I hope your grandchildren enjoy them. Say hello from me to them.. I hope they may one day choose to become poets.... :beer: :clap: :beer:-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 91] Author : Balu Date : 02-20-2017 12:51 PM Thank you my friend. I hope your grandchildren enjoy them. Say hello from me to them.. I hope they may one day choose to become poets.... :beer: :clap: :beer:-Tyr Thank you, Robert, and the best Regards to you and Yours from me and my family. :slap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 92] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-21-2017 10:32 AM Shall Thee Stand, To Find True And Solid Worth If in pitch-black darkness, lamenting icy cold Broken soul, safe vessel sought in darkest of seas Would ever such defeated heart live to be old Spread anew Life, as does forest's mighty oak trees Let thy inner man, bringeth deep courage to bear Let thy inner man, findeth bravery to weep Let thy inner man, showeth Love truly does care Let thy inner man, proveth heart's ocean is deep Wrapeth thy emerging Light with Life's sweetest gold Sinketh thy roots in as does the giant redwoods Tradeth not thy honor for cheap trinkets now sold Wasteth not thy heart's love seeking false worldly goods What profits man, if his life bringeth not true worth If gluttony rules, eating only to gain girth R.J. Lindley Sept 10th,, 1987 Sonnet, Lin 12/12 (Old )Note: This week has been pure hell, life cuts me deep. I shall rise, to destroy this darkest of clouds 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: 122 (New) Note: Almost 30 years ago, I wrote this and survived that sad tribulation. Now in the midst of another darkness looming, I am repeating that process that saved me back then... with Writing, Hope, Family love and Perseverance. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 93] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-23-2017 12:36 PM Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup Sad knowing thy heart was so bruised Seeing deep pain in such blue eyes Tragic, such kind heart thus abused By deadly slashes in dark lies Pray I, for soul's quickest healing With a true love to soon arrive For such brings, joy and new feeling Pray again, thy heart feels alive From this , my sad heart, words now poured asked relief, thee sweet bird flown high After flight of thee, wherein soared Thy new love life, once gone awry May Cupid pour, from Love's true cup Truest of love's glows to cheer thee up Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2017 Poetry form: (Hybronnet) Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Words: 95 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr Hybronnet Hybronnet Poetry Examples The form name is derived from hybrid and sonnet. This form is an offspring of a sonnet; that is to say that it must consist of fourteen lines; each line must be octal syllabic, does not necessarily have to be iambic although it can be if desired, and the rhyme scheme can be ABABCDCDEFEFGG, couplet rhyme, or other acceptable schemes, allowing the poet more latitude to work with, and finally, the end rhyme can be a combination of rhymes (masculine, feminine, slant, etc.) or used anyway the poet deems appropriate. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 94] Author : Balu Date : 02-23-2017 02:13 PM New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr As far as I can feel your language you succeeded, and I love it. :clap::slap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 95] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-23-2017 05:40 PM As far as I can feel your language you succeeded, and I love it. :clap::slap: Thank you my friend, it is important to know that somebody sees merit in my work. If ones work is presented as a sincere gift in high hopes that it may help others-then validation becomes a more important factor. For one looks to see if in its reaching out it is effecting in a positive way its readers.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 96] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-24-2017 10:54 AM Sitting There Whiskey Drinking, With Everything On Your Mind Do not tell me, that your sad life is too long or too hard Sitting there whiskey drinking, with everything on your mind Did you want wild and crazy or to be sane writing bard Hold on to your damn toughness or yield to be much more kind. Learn to finish life's tasks, even if misery springs forth Grasp that old raging bull by its long and flesh ripping horns Remember this is a curse of the South not of the North For red-rose's greatest beauty is heightened by its sharp thorns! Come on now, your future can be riding on fine white horse Open up your saddened mind, let the cards fall where they may Always comes, romantic chances to change your racing course For your body, heart and soul once sprang from mere earthen clay! Do not tell me, that your sad life is too long or too hard Sitting there whiskey drinking, with everything on your mind Did you want wild and crazy or to be sane writing bard Hold on to your damn toughness or yield to be much more kind. R.J. Lindley, Aug. 22nd, 1973 Old Note- Moving out today. Can not stomach any more of her cheating when stoned. She straightens up only to go back to insanity a few weeks or months later. Tired of it. Hate her damn addiction... New Note- Old poem from decades past, edited slightly today . What is youth if not folly, love lost and learning that the world cheerfully, faithfully cuts you in numerous ways? Syllables Per Line 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 Total # Syllables: 224 Total # Words: 194 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 97] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-27-2017 10:42 AM When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin No honor felt in this lost state I am at Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair Missing that love, only mother and child can share Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017 Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee. There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 98] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-28-2017 06:47 AM Hear This My Vow, Hold This In Thy Sad Heart (Vow And Prayer Given To And For One Truly Beloved) Hold this in thy sad heart! Stay, hold my hand when thy heart deeply grieves! Share that ache of bleeding heart and weeping soul Unload life's misery into my grasping hands, That I may find some way to grant thee reprieves! Hold this in thy sad heart! Even should I utterly fail in that loving quest Justice would grant thee some days of sweet relief! For such gift in loving hope, never ever fails, To bring solace and show life again at its best! Hold this in thy sad heart! Seed once planted with love would eventually sprout Flourish, spread its leaves and mercy given in grace With grace would come healing that showers peace, Once found, shall cause thy soul to dance and sing out! Hold this in thy sad heart! Stay, hold my hand when thy heart deeply grieves! Share that ache of bleeding heart and weeping soul Unload life's misery into my grasping hands, That I may find some way to grant thee reprieves! Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 99] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-01-2017 09:48 PM I Beg My Fallen Soul To Find Its Strength Again I beg my fallen soul to find its strength again Illuminate this spirit to hold and thus see Revolt against agony in every sad pain No more useless begging of, please just let me be! Scream back at shrieking black-shadows on their dark hunt Free my sinking legs from this deep, murky quicksand I live in this storm, tis no bad dream or mere stunt At times its misery is more than I can stand! Find stronger heart, bring color back into my life Reach into my vanishing dreams, gain their rescue Alas! Each day offers another chance for strife My mind cries out, gift relief, is it not my due? Destroy this heart-wrenching torment that eats my all Shall anybody, anything answer this call? Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2017 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: 125 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 100] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-04-2017 08:36 AM Thus Fate Cries- I Break Thee Into Bits Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts Thy dark-hands crush suffering soul With glee thy blades cut body parts Fate helps thee with each heavy blow! Raging storms emerge from thy deep pits Destroyed life in darkness must submit To hammer blows from precision hits Thus Fate cries- I break thee into bits! Shall I bow to awesome powers Ill-winds, poisoned darts thrown my way Wicked rains, hail in black-showers Misery in games as thee plays Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017 Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 9 9 9 9 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 100 Total # Words: 75 WRITTEN FOR CONTEST, 75 WORDS OR LESS Final version below - is now entered in contest..-Tyr O' Death, Thy Malignant Sting Forever Cuts (When Fate Cries, Break Thy Soul Into Bits) Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts Thy dark hands crush suffering souls With glee blades cutting body parts Fate helps thee with hard, heavy blows! Raging storms emerge from thy pits Destroyed life in darkness submits Hammering blows, with precise hits Fate cries, break thy soul into bits! Shall we fear, bow to such powers Ill winds, poisoned darts thrown our way Wicked rains, hail in black showers Such heart pains in thy final play! Contest, What Doesn't Kill Us Contest, Sponsor Laura Loo 75 Words, March 4th, 2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 96 Total # Words: 75 EDITED FROM THIS ORIGINAL SHOWN BELOW , WRITTEN IN TEN SYLLABLE VERSES SIMPLY WAS NO WAY IN HELL, COULD I JUST TOSS AWAY THE ORIGINAL, MERELY TO MEET CONTEST REQUIREMENTS OF 75 WORDS OR LESS. HERE ARE BOTH BUT FIRST ONE LIMITED TO 75 WORDS WILL ENTERED INTO THE CONTEST , WITH ITS (NOT REQUIRED BUT) PERFECT SYMMETRY OF 100 SYLLABLES. I Know, Fate Helps Thee With Each Heavy Blow! Yes, thy great power breaks this weeping heart Thy dark-hands crush this deep suffering soul With glee thy blades cut every body part I know, Fate helps thee with each heavy blow! When raging storms emerge from thy deep pits My destroyed life in darkness must submit To hammer blows from thy precision hits And this my Fate says- break thee into bits! Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers To ill-winds, poisoned arrows sent my way To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers And misery in night games as thee plays! Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers? To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers! Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 94 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 101] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-05-2017 08:11 AM Shall I Beg For Time Here To Be Longer When tombstone at grave site shall be written Praying it records, great good I have done No words on lovers, heartfelt and smitten Instead tell, Salvation given not won. Whenever life upon earth's realm falters May Light and Grace arriving, this soul save Racing an angel but never caught her My prize, Truth rewarded for being brave. Shall I beg for time here to be longer? Or in truest faith, my soul be much stronger? Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 100 Total # Words: 75 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 102] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2017 07:21 AM Silent Discovery, Love's Mighty Voice Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold prayed he, need no more than me, myself and I Silence is sweet, honey sweeter he was told He mused, baking dead echoes into life's pie Underground he lived, so far from noisy sound dreamed he, magical new world where quiet reigned In his hush and with deep hush he could be found lowest of whispers, broke his heart as it stained Then it happened, Love's new song, voiced its warm tune Sad soul, discovered joy's mighty noisy splash Found he, sunlit world dancing in early June Cried he, thinking silence always gold was rash Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold Silence is sweet, Love sweeter, now he was told Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017 Sonnet, LIN 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 124 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 103] Author : Balu Date : 03-06-2017 07:46 AM Silent Discovery, Love's Mighty Voice Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold prayed he, need no more than me, myself and I Silence is sweet, honey sweeter he was told He mused, baking dead echoes into life's pie Underground he lived, so far from noisy sound dreamed he, magical new world where quiet reigned In his hush and with deep hush he could be found lowest of whispers, broke his heart as it stained Then it happened, Love's new song, voiced its warm tune Sad soul, discovered joy's mighty noisy splash Found he, sunlit world dancing in early June Cried he, thinking silence always gold was rash Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold Silence is sweet, Love sweeter, now he was told Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017 Sonnet, LIN 11/11 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 124 This is Wonderful, Robert! I am amazed! :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 104] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2017 11:31 AM This is Wonderful, Robert! I am amazed! :clap: Thank you. I am amazed that I even find time to write now, since my life is so busy as of late. I still try to post here as much as possible.. Currently busy selecting about 40 of my poems to be in my first published poetry book, if all goes well. With over 1600+ poems to go through-its a long hard task. Even then, my own bias in preferences may not allow for the best 40 poems to be selected. I am working on getting an outside unbiased editor to aid in that regards. All this may take a lot of time and extra time is in short supply for me now..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 105] Author : Balu Date : 03-06-2017 12:03 PM Thank you. I am amazed that I even find time to write now, since my life is so busy as of late. I still try to post here as much as possible.. Currently busy selecting about 40 of my poems to be in my first published poetry book, if all goes well. With over 1600+ poems to go through-its a long hard task. Even then, my own bias in preferences may not allow for the best 40 poems to be selected. I am working on getting an outside unbiased editor to aid in that regards. All this may take a lot of time and extra time is in short supply for me now..-Tyr Thank you Robert. I want you know that me and my grandchildren we all really love you poetry and it delivers us plenty of pleasure. :slap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 106] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-07-2017 02:53 PM Walked In Sad Valley, Thinking I Was Alone Walked in sad valley, thinking I was alone Each step a blister, I had so much to atone Rounded a corner, there sat an angel smiling There was no fear, for she was far too beguiling I begged her to speak divine words to save me Relieve epic pain, force sorrow to let me be She laughed, pointed towards a majestic blue hill Go feed thy desperate hunger and eat thy fill Went to the top, found a banquet laid out in rows Why I ever came down again nobody knows Down again, I asked her, where do I go from here She smiled and told me, correct path will soon appear In a flash, I was through fluffy white clouds flying My safe passage, on her good graces relying Walked in sad valley, thinking I was alone Each step a blister, I had so much to atone Rounded a corner, there sat an angel smiling There was no fear, for she was far too beguiling Robert J. Lindley, 3-07-2017 Rhyme Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 216 Total # Words: 166 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 107] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-08-2017 12:59 PM Native Americans, Truth In The Telling Savage was their race, deep cuts in their blows Brave with no disgrace, as history shows Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen Where they belong, valiant tales of men Swift as deer, primeval in their wild ways Rarely prone to cheer, hard were their dark days Soldiers of note, fierce in every brave fight If truth be wrote, they lived a life more right Serene in their love, wards of Nature's lands Worship spirits above, scattered in bands True to a fault, with honor never bought When Time cried its halt, great Spirit's they sought Savage was his race, deep cuts in their blows Fighters with no disgrace, history shows Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen Where they belong, valiant tales of men Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 94 Note: Dedicated to my Native American grandfather. An honorable man, fierce, brave and noble. He died in 1964 after living his life far from the ways of his childhood and parental teachings. Under the rule of white men and their white laws. I saw regret in his eyes, but never surrender! I saw love in his heart but never hate! I have failed him miserably in my white skin and its too often deceptive ways of living.. Yet we each walk our own path for better or for worse. I do not surrender to that which attempts to destroy me now....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 108] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-09-2017 12:23 PM Form: Romanticism You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest Are my prayers for our Love in each request My life lived, only to one day be with you You are my sky, and I, your softest blue Precious are those days we once danced Living for each moment each hour we romanced Thy kiss, nectar that my dreams now gift Now I often pray my passing be swift For my love burns hotter each lonesome day In thy glowing love embers, I seek to play I await sweetest moment of our first reunion kiss That smile and thy touch I now so miss Darling, my love, please pray my departure soon I long for thee again this sad month of June Our Love's fire yet burns, I allow no cold ashes Nor destroying storms that true Love crashes I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest Are my prayers for our Love in each request My life lived, only to one day be with you You are my sky, and I, your softest blue Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 109] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-11-2017 09:57 AM Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many (A Native American Food Source) Hard-cast shell flung down in Fall, food for man and beast nuggets of forested treasure, Nature sprinkles its bounty majestic Oaks rain fruited missiles to ground: thy treasure feeds life itself creatures survive on thy seeds winter hoards feed many fruit of thy life. Regal and tall, massive trunk, widespread limbs O' sweet thy summer shade Blessing to us all. R. J. Lindley November 11th , 1980 Old note- My grandfather explained that his people ate acorns, so I tried to eat just one. Bitterest thing Ive ever tasted.. Yet Native Americans had a method to remove that bitterness and its poison, in order to use that bountiful food source to survive. New Note: http://nativeamericannetroots.net/diary/1055 Indians 101: Acorns Posted on September 7, 2011 by Ojibwa Long before the arrival of the first Europeans, California was the home to an extremely diverse variety of Indian cultures. The California culture area has the widest variety of native languages, ecological settings, and house types of any North American culture area. One of the mainstays of the diet for the region was the acorn which was used in soup, porridge, and bread. Sixteen different species of oak provided the acorns. Because of the nutrition provided by acorns, the Native American people in California did not develop agriculture. Acorns contributed to the fact that California peoples did not experience annual famine months or develop traditions or legends dealing with famine. It is estimated that among one tribe, the Yokut, a typical family consumed 1,000 to 2,000 pounds of acorns each year. While many of the early non-Indians in California noticed that the acorn oaks which were so important to many of the California Indian nations tended to grow in regular rows, they did not understand that these trees had been planted as orchards by the Indians. There are a number of steps involved in gathering and processing the acorns. They are gathered in September and October. Traditionally, the people gathered the acorns by climbing the tree and then beating off the nuts with a long slender pole. The acorns which are collected have white bottoms and no insect holes. The acorns are then dried in their shells, a process which takes anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. During this time, the acorns are stirred to increase air circulation and encourage drying. Once dry, the acorns are cracked to remove the nutmeat. This was traditionally done with a small, handheld stone pestle. The acorns are then ground or pounded into acorn flour. The flour is pounded as fine as possible. Once the acorns are ground into flour, it is then leached. Acorns contain tannic acid which is very bitter and which is poisonous in large amounts. The leaching process removes the tannic acid from the acorn flour. The leaching was traditionally done by digging a shallow sand pit near a creek. The flour was then carefully spread in the bottom of the pit and water was continuously poured over it until it was sweet. It would take several hours of pouring to leach the flour. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 110] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-12-2017 11:21 AM Poet Thy Fear, Should Have Thee Cast Onto Page Poet thy fear, should have thee cast onto page Sank ink deep into paper for posterity Others have endured despair and insane rage Failure to act denotes not weak temerity Now thee has deprived this world of thy heart Acted in misery with greatest of errors Tragedy of death allows no restart Slay thy soul, ends not thy future terrors As we grieve deeply, for both our great sins That of indifference and its pain inflicted O' that we poets have been true as best friends Yielding not to our emotions conflicted Now thee has deprived this world of thy heart Tragedy of death allows no restart Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2017 Note: Written in reply to this essay and a comment made within..-TYR https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/69134 Essay The Rebirth of a Suicidal Genius Thomas James died obscure at 27 in 1974, then became a cult hero. Now Graywolf republishes his lost, legendary Letters to a Stranger. By Lucie Brock-Broido "In the title poem, Thomas says, quite simply: I am afraid of what the world will do. " https://www.poetryfoundation.org/fea...s/detail/69134 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 111] Author : Russ Date : 03-12-2017 02:27 PM Walked In Sad Valley, Thinking I Was Alone Walked in sad valley, thinking I was alone Each step a blister, I had so much to atone Rounded a corner, there sat an angel smiling There was no fear, for she was far too beguiling I begged her to speak divine words to save me Relieve epic pain, force sorrow to let me be She laughed, pointed towards a majestic blue hill Go feed thy desperate hunger and eat thy fill Went to the top, found a banquet laid out in rows Why I ever came down again nobody knows Down again, I asked her, where do I go from here She smiled and told me, correct path will soon appear In a flash, I was through fluffy white clouds flying My safe passage, on her good graces relying Walked in sad valley, thinking I was alone Each step a blister, I had so much to atone Rounded a corner, there sat an angel smiling There was no fear, for she was far too beguiling Robert J. Lindley, 3-07-2017 Rhyme Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 216 Total # Words: 166 Beautiful poem, Robert. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 112] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-13-2017 06:38 AM Beautiful poem, Robert. Thank you my friend... Sometimes people think a tough man has no feelings.. Toughest man I ever knew, I saw break down and cry like a baby because of the drowning death of a neighbor's child, back in 70's. Wasn't even his own kid.... When I see children in very bad situations, things I can not rush in to help that helpless child --sometimes tears well up in my eyes,but a man faces such with the knowledge that he can not help-or save everybody.. I have many times in my life given a damn fine ass stomping to some adult(male) that was harming a child. Innocent women and children are golden in my book- I will fight or else give aid whenever I can to help them.... MAYBE I AM TOO SAVAGE BUT I ALWAYS GOT THE GREATEST THRILL OF MY LIFE WHEN BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THOSE GUYS.. One is not necessarily weak/pansy if they write poetry=-nor is it required to be a pacifist! THE FAMOUS WW1 AND WW2 POETS WERE AWESOME FIGHTERS AND MAGNIFICENT POETS!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 113] Author : Balu Date : 03-13-2017 07:36 AM Thank you my friend... Sometimes people think a tough man has no feelings.. Toughest man I ever knew, I saw break down and cry like a baby because of the drowning death of a neighbor's child, back in 70's. Wasn't even his own kid.... When I see children in very bad situations, things I can not rush in to help that helpless child --sometimes tears well up in my eyes,but a man faces such with the knowledge that he can not help-or save everybody.. I have many times in my life given a damn fine ass stomping to some adult(male) that was harming a child. Innocent women and children are golden in my book- I will fight or else give aid whenever I can to help them.... MAYBE I AM TOO SAVAGE BUT I ALWAYS GOT THE GREATEST THRILL OF MY LIFE WHEN BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THOSE GUYS.. One is not necessarily weak/pansy if they write poetry=-nor is it required to be a pacifist! THE FAMOUS WW1 AND WW2 POETS WERE AWESOME FIGHTERS AND MAGNIFICENT POETS!--Tyr Excellent words, Robert! :clap:http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif A visible toughness and rudeness very often appears to be nothing more than the shell of a turtle to protect and secure an easily vulnerable Soul. Sometimes it can misleading. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 114] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-13-2017 09:27 AM Excellent words, Robert! :clap:http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif A visible toughness and rudeness very often appears to be nothing more than the shell of a turtle to protect and secure an easily vulnerable Soul. Sometimes it can misleading. So true. Yet even more remarkable is when those qualities exist within the same soul, each performing when called upon.-Tyr https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=warrior+poets+of+world+wars+one+and+two&* 8 Battlefield Poets of World War I - History Lists [http://www.history.com/news/history-lists/8-battlefield-poets-of-world-war-i_green] www.history.com/news/history-lists/8-battlefield-poets-of-world-war-i Feb 16, 2016 - The One Thing You Should Know About WWI .... While some of these warrior poets were killed in action before their work ... In August 1914, more than two and a half years before the United States entered World War I, poet ... Top 10 war poems | Books | The Guardian [https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/jul/30/top-10-war-poems-first-world-war-jon-stallworthy_hackersafe] https://www.theguardian.com › Arts › Books › Poetry Jul 30, 2014 - This week marks a century since the outbreak of the first world war. ... So long as warrior met warrior in equal combat with sword or lance, poets could ... set into the belly of a bomber and contained two machine guns and one ... Warrior Writers: Poetry and Prose of the First World War Tickets, Wed ... [https://www.eventbrite.com/e/warrior-writers-poetry-and-prose-of-the-first-world-war-tickets-32629009245_green] https://www.eventbrite.com › Things to do in Philadelphia, PA › Class › Community One hundred years ago, the First World War represented a departure from previous ... With assistance from Toni Topps of the Warrior Writers, small groups of attendees ... This program is part of World War I and America, a two-year national ... Wed, May 31 Historical Society of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia ... [https://www.eventbrite.com/e/warrior-writers-poetry-and-prose-of-the-first-world-war-tickets-32629009245_green] Free War poet - Wikipedia [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/war_poet_hackersafe] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_poet A war poet is usually defined as a poet who participates in a war and writes about his experiences. While the term is applied especially to those who served during World War I, ... However, Tennyson wrote probably one of the most famous war poems of the ... 1 American Civil War; 2 Crimean War; 3 Boer War; 4 World War I. Remembrance Day poems: 10 poems for the fallen - The Telegraph [http://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/what-to-read/remembrance-day-poems/_green] www.telegraph.co.uk › Culture › Books › What to Read Nov 11, 2016 - During the First World War, Brooke joined the British Mediterranean ... It has become one of the defining war poems, capturing the thrill of battle ... The Age of the Warrior Poet | Standpoint [http://www.standpointmag.co.uk/books-june-14-age-of-the-war-poet-paul-johnson-max-egremont_green] www.standpointmag.co.uk › Civilisation › Books It is a remarkable fact that the First World War produced a distinctive brand of ... One or two others, such as Robert Graves, turned their back upon war poetry. BBC Two - War of Words: Soldier-Poets of the Somme [http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b04pw01r_green] www.bbc.co.uk › Factual › Arts, Culture & the Media Nov 15, 2014 - Exploring the experiences of the writers who served in the Battle of the ... The 1916 Battle of the Somme remains the most famous battle of World War I, ... "Using virtual reality to explore one of the most hard-hitting poems to ... *********************************************************** http://www.history.com/news/history-lists/8-battlefield-poets-of-world-war-i 8 Battlefield Poets of World War I February 16, 2016 By Evan Andrews The One Thing You Should Know About WWI The story of World War I is vast and intricate, but if you had to know just one thing about World War I, what would it be? Perhaps more than any other conflict, World War I is responsible for having spawned its own genre of battlefield literature and poetry. Life in the trenches was bleak and often brutal, and many soldiers turned their experiences into heartbreaking verse that touched on themes of mortality, brotherhood and the futility of war. While some of these warrior poets were killed in action before their work was ever published, their stirring words transformed literature and continue to shape our view of the war a century later. Find out more about eight of the most famous chroniclers of the “War to End All Wars.” Wilfred Owen Portrait of Wilfred Owen. (Credit: Fotosearch/Getty Images) Portrait of Wilfred Owen. (Credit: Fotosearch/Getty Images) Wilfred Owen only published five poems during his lifetime, but his harrowing descriptions of combat have since made him into one of the towering figures of World War I literature. Just 21 years old when the war broke out, he enlisted in the British army in 1915 and later took part in heavy fighting in France. “I have not been at the front,” he wrote his mother. “I have been in front of it.” After being diagnosed with shellshock in 1917, Owen was sent to convalesce at a hospital in Scotland. He soon began writing about his experiences at the urging of fellow poet Siegfried Sassoon, and by 1918 he had produced several now-famous works including “Anthem for Doomed Youth,” “Strange Meeting” and “Dulce et Decorum Est,” which describes a gas attack in grim detail. Despite his increased opposition to the war—he described soldiers being sent to “die as cattle”—Owen returned to the front lines in August 1918 and was later killed while leading men across a canal in France. His mother received notice of his death on November 11, 1918—the same day that World War I finally came to an end. John McCrae John McCrae in uniform. (Credit: Public Domain) John McCrae in uniform. (Credit: Public Domain) A doctor by trade, Canada’s John McCrae volunteered for World War I in 1914 and served as a brigade surgeon for an artillery unit. The following year, he had a front row seat to the horrors of the Second Battle of Ypres, where the Germans launched an assault that included the war’s first use of poisonous chlorine gas. While tending to the wounded and mourning the dead—who included his good friend, Alexis Helmer—McCrae put pen to paper on “In Flanders Fields,” a poem written from the point of view of fallen soldiers whose graves are overgrown with wild poppy flowers. “In Flanders fields the poppies blow,” it reads, “Between the crosses, row on row.” John McCrae died from pneumonia and meningitis in 1918, but not before the poem became one of World War I’s most popular and widely quoted works of literature. Among other things, it inspired the use of the poppy as the “flower of remembrance” for the war dead. Siegfried Sassoon English poet, novelist and soldier, Siegfried Sassoon. (Credit: George C. Beresford/Hulton Archive/Getty Images) English poet, novelist and soldier, Siegfried Sassoon. (Credit: George C. Beresford/Hulton Archive/Getty Images) Soldier-poet Siegfried Sassoon was twice decorated for heroism and earned the nickname “Mad Jack” for his suicidal courage on the battlefield, but he was also one of the most impassioned critics of the savagery and waste of World War I. In popular works such as “Attack,” “The General” and “Atrocities,” the British-born aristocrat satirized the conflict’s leaders and described his combat experiences in searing detail. He even flirted with a court-martial by publishing a 1917 letter in which he branded the war “evil and unjust,” but avoided punishment after fellow poet Robert Graves argued that he was suffering from shellshock. Sassoon would eventually write some 100 antiwar poems before being wounded in the head and removed from active duty in 1918. After surviving the war, he went on to a long career as a poet, novelist and lecturer. Alan Seeger Portrait of Alan Seeger. (Credit: Public Domain) Portrait of Alan Seeger. (Credit: Public Domain) In August 1914, more than two and a half years before the United States entered World War I, poet Alan Seeger joined the French Foreign Legion and took up a post on the Western Front. The New York native wrote several works over the next two years including “Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France,” but he is best known for “I Have a Rendezvous With Death,” a haunting poem that describes a meeting with a personified Death, “At some disputed barricade / When Spring comes back with rustling shade.” Seeger’s own rendezvous with death came on July 4, 1916, when he was mortally wounded in the stomach during an assault on the French village of Belloy-en-Santerre. His only collections of poems debuted the following year, and he’s since become one of the war’s most widely quoted American writers. One notable admirer was President John F. Kennedy, who supposedly listed “Rendezvous” among his favorite poems. Guillaume Apollinaire Guillaume Apollinaire pictured with an iron circle to protect his head. (Credit: Apic/Getty Images) Guillaume Apollinaire pictured with an iron circle to protect his head. (Credit: Apic/Getty Images) While most World War I versifiers dwelled on the misery and toil of life in the trenches, avant-garde poet Guillaume Apollinaire often portrayed it as an intoxicating feast for the senses. A bohemian artist with a mysterious past—he was once jailed on suspicion of having stolen the “Mona Lisa”—Apollinaire enlisted in the French army in 1914 despite being older than the age of conscription. He took to the life of a soldier with gusto, and later turned his experiences into a collection of experimental verse titled “Calligrammes.” “How lovely these flares are that light up the dark,” he wrote in a poem titled “Wonder of War.” “They climb their own peak and lean down to look / They are dancing ladies whose glances become eyes arms and hearts.” Apollinaire’s battlefield reveries were cut short in 1916, when he suffered a severe head wound from a piece of shrapnel. He survived the injury, but later became one of the millions to perish in the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918. He’s now considered a founding figure in the Surrealist movement that flourished in the 1920s. Vera Brittain Vera Brittain in her nurse uniform. (Credit: Hulton Archive/Getty Images) Vera Brittain in her nurse uniform. (Credit: Hulton Archive/Getty Images) Though not a soldier, Vera Brittain had a firsthand glimpse of the carnage of World War I through three years as a British Voluntary Aid Detachment nurse in France and Malta. During that time she suffered several personal tragedies including the deaths of her brother and fiancé, both of whom were killed in action. Brittain captured her anguish in 1919’s “Verses of a V.A.D,” a collection of poems that describes the war from a female perspective. “Poets praise the soldiers’ might and deeds of war,” she wrote in one poem about nurses who died during the Gallipoli Campaign. “But few exalt the Sisters, and the glory / Of Women dead beneath a distant star.” Brittain continued her literary career in the years after the war and later became a leader in the pacifist and feminist movements. She also penned the famous 1933 memoir “Testament of Youth,” which chronicled her experiences as a wartime nurse. August Stramm strampor (1) Most of the best-known World War I poets fought for Allies, but there were also several talented writers who served with the Central Powers nations. Perhaps the most influential was August Stramm, a German officer who is now considered a pioneer in the Expressionist movement. Stramm fought in dozens of battles across both the Eastern and Western fronts, and he captured the primal nature of warfare in short, staccato poems that often feature abstract imagery and one or two-word lines. “A star frightens the steeple cross,” reads one work titled “Guard-Duty.” “A horse grasps smoke / iron clanks drowsily/ mists spread / fears / staring shivering / shivering.” Stramm’s courage under fire won him the Iron Cross in early 1915, but he was killed later that year during hand-to-hand fighting in Eastern Europe. His war poetry was published posthumously in 1919 under the title “Dripping Blood.” Rupert Brooke Portrait of Rupert Brooke. (Credit: The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) Portrait of Rupert Brooke. (Credit: The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) Unlike many of his contemporaries, Rupert Brooke was already an established literary figure before he took up arms in World War I. The handsome, sandy-haired writer had traveled the world and published several acclaimed poems, and he counted Virginia Woolf and William Butler Yeats among his friends and acquaintances. After enlisting in Britain’s Royal Naval Division in 1914, Brooke won national attention for a string of sonnets that expressed the patriotic fervor of a young man at war. Most famous of all was “The Soldier,” which included the verse, “If I should die, think only this of me: / That there’s some corner of a foreign field / That is for ever England.” The lines proved to be prophetic. When he later shipped out for the Allied invasion of Gallipoli in 1915, Brooke died from blood poisoning caused by a mosquito bite and was buried on a Greek island. His untimely demise was widely reported in England. In an obituary penned by Winston Churchill, the young poet was hailed as having epitomized the sacrifice of “the hardest, the cruelest, and the least-rewarded of all the wars that men have fought.” -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 115] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-15-2017 09:39 AM Bright Sunny Rays, Sent This Soul Into Glee I woke that clear morn in dew laden grass, Still dreaming, of night's paradise before. Our Love had flown away, from its impasse, I was broken deeply within my core. Yet new dawn and hope grabbed me by the hand Cried out, do not let her just slip away You're worthless, unless you now take a stand Seek her, else bear pain til your dying day Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee I am hers, and she is meant for me Off to her distant place my new-heart raced Soon would be joy, sweet dreams there born anew Let die, angry words that had her disgraced For Love, she must give mercy that was due Love, can not falter if its heart is right She saw me coming, raced forth with a grin Her dancing glow, such a heavenly sight Saying again, our Love vows til the end Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee I am hers, and she is meant for me Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 200 Total # Words: 162 Note- Old poem from the mid-70's. Heavily edited today and now presented. I was too tired to write today, so heavily edited this old poem and presented it.. Hope to be better tomorrow..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 116] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-18-2017 09:53 AM In Dark Valleys Of Lost Hope's Aching Wounds Life has too often, vexed my enchanted heart With it's dastardly little traps and falling stones To its malevolent dirty dogs and swollen fleas With deteriorating fruit in rotten apple cart Love has far too often, cut to watch me bleed With it's pies full of anticipating tones To it's magnificent treasure vaults locked with no keys Hidden in it's malignant towers full of mortgaged deeds Dreams have too often, vanished with weeping wind Left behind, land mines to explode and devastate In black oceans filled with massive turmoil and lost hope monsters, slashing and biting until eternity's end Life has too often, vexed my enchanted heart With it's dastardly little traps and falling stones To its malevolent dirty dogs and swollen fleas With deteriorating fruit in rotten apple cart Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017 Form- Lin200, 11/12/13/14 sixteen verses, repeated first stanza as ending. Rhyme form, at author's pleasure(semi-open) Syllables Per Line: 11 12 13 14 0 11 12 13 14 0 11 12 13 14 0 11 12 13 14 Total # Syllables: 200 Total # Words: 130 Old Note- I felt the need to pen to paper and record my deepest torments. Tentacles reaching into my mind and aching heart. Death and its aftermath, has crushed my soul into a ball and now puncture it hourly. Yet something in me --demands that I never yield....... never walk into the valley of oblivion with open arms... This dark poem, created in new form -- is my shot back at an enemy beseeching to surrender into it's dark abode.. For private write only.. New Note- Decided to present this dark poem written when I was lost and trying to claw my way out of death's advancing dark clouds invading my soul. Writing poetry saved me and my recovery now advances more every day.. I want to thank my good friends here, for their kindness and concerns expressed in many ways. All is now and has been greatly appreciated.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 117] Author : jimnyc Date : 03-18-2017 10:16 AM New Note- Decided to present this dark poem written when I was lost and trying to claw my way out of death's advancing dark clouds invading my soul. Writing poetry saved me and my recovery now advances more every day.. I want to thank my good friends here, for their kindness and concerns expressed in many ways. All is now and has been greatly appreciated.. As usual, Robert, pretty dang great!! While my writing sucks, I find myself finding words through emotion as well, but never in this manner. I find it through sadness of course. Sometimes via happiness. Sometimes out of anger, but not much. But I DEFINITELY know the feeling you speak of, but at those times I can't find the words. It's at those times that I can't focus as much and find myself staring at the walls. LOL In addition to fantastic writing, these can all serve as a diary of sorts as well. Something to look back at with a chain of events. But I do find writing to be a release of sorts. Not much different than speaking with a shrink or whatever, but much cheaper, and much better. :) You got a way with words buddy. Some have that gift, but not many. I sure as hell don't. But I do truly believe if you continue to write about what ails you the most, what is deep within you, that it will help you through the roughest of times. Sometimes me even reading such things helps. :) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 118] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-19-2017 08:52 AM He Found The Quest Was The Greatest Reward Old man woke to find his nightmare was real his time so short he had none left to kill In horror, wondered where had it all gone soon to become dust from rotted, white bones With his heart thus struck deeply sad and numb questioned he, why in youth he'd been so dumb Tears dropping from hurt and deepest regrets he admitted past sins filled his dark nets Then thoughts turned to how to truly atone miracle he must seek and find alone His quest sent him looking for many years to find truth and love that stopped his great fears Old man woke finding, time Fate was giving He had spent four decades truly living. Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 116 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 119] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-21-2017 08:58 AM Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand Where it that good-morrow brought thee again save my broken soul from love-lust in sin! Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows. Thinking back to love-nights we never slept agony, I fell and viciously wept. O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss. Remember vows, we swore to never break in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake. My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand Save me, that I may rise again to stand. Where it that good-morrow brought thee again save my broken soul from love-lust in sin! R.J. Lindley NOV.17TH 1975 Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare. A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 120] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-22-2017 09:53 AM Twixt Immense Powers Of Love And Dark Hates Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits For love bringeth deepest joys of moonlit dreams emerging Light, epic truth it always brings Shining dawns that wrap souls into warm fires rose-red colors, graced by hope that so inspires Yet seeds of dark hate cleaveth to such high cliffs oft seen images Egyptian hieroglyphs Dark webs wickedly woven to lost souls trap birthing false paths upon each deceiving map Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits Colossal powers battle to control gain one storm's wrecking wrath, other Spring's giving rain Betwixt that eternal realm, Darkness and Light man but mere pawn in that never ending fight Should thee seeketh with truth and warm open hearts Light gifteth joy and as wisdom it imparts Saileth thy vessel, blue waters of calm seas without direst fears, need of sad prayer pleas Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2017 Form-Classicism Syllables Per Line: 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 242 Total # Words: 172 Note: Decided early this morn, to write something other than a sonnet. This came flowing forth and only need a few edits after its first draft.... I hope you may deem this to be a finished piece with enough to make it worthy of presenting here my friends.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 121] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-23-2017 04:22 PM With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen With true divining heart I could have seen little ripples of thy deep discontent. My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green now aching from lost days so sadly spent. If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows. These tears would not splash down from dark skies as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow. Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles trusting in our dear love and happy bliss. Pray I, for miracle that reconciles this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss. With divining heart I could have foreseen how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen. R.J. Lindley 4-23 -1977 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: 108 Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly. Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 122] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-24-2017 11:39 PM Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope Dearest wife, I dare not cry, For happiness for me, Nor in my sorrow now see A truer image of thee; Yet my sad heart seeks Love returned and true May we reach high peaks Of joyous blessings due. Dearest wife, I dare not ask, For more than thy true love, Nor in future life's hard task Not beg hope from God above; Great hope for we two Lives full of sweet joy, Our hearts joining true All, given for our boy. O' my darling, hold this time, hearing first romance's call, With truth and grace so sublime we shall win over, not fall; Stay course, with our bliss sheltered safe from storms Fear not, things amiss Love defeats such alarms. Dearest wife, I dare not cry, For happiness for me, Nor in my sorrow now see A truer image of thee; Yet my sad heart seeks Love returned and true May we reach high peaks Of joyous blessings due. Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2017 Syllables Per Line: 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 Total # Syllables: 192 Total # Words: 160 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 123] Author : Russ Date : 03-25-2017 05:22 PM Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope Dearest wife, I dare not cry, For happiness for me, Nor in my sorrow now see A truer image of thee; Yet my sad heart seeks Love returned and true May we reach high peaks Of joyous blessings due. Dearest wife, I dare not ask, For more than thy true love, Nor in future life's hard task Not beg hope from God above; Great hope for we two Lives full of sweet joy, Our hearts joining true All, given for our boy. O' my darling, hold this time, hearing first romance's call, With truth and grace so sublime we shall win over, not fall; Stay course, with our bliss sheltered safe from storms Fear not, things amiss Love defeats such alarms. Dearest wife, I dare not cry, For happiness for me, Nor in my sorrow now see A truer image of thee; Yet my sad heart seeks Love returned and true May we reach high peaks Of joyous blessings due. Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2017 Syllables Per Line: 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 Total # Syllables: 192 Total # Words: 160 Really nice, Robert. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 124] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-26-2017 07:44 AM Lost, Homeless And Walking A Savage Land Wind driven rain, splattered paper-thin coat she that had nothing, asked why others gloat Cast onto savage streets without a home she had no choice but to haggardly roam Every night, dangers gave her savage frights she had to endure many ghastly sights Knowing that dear family she had lost she dared to blame herself, pay the high cost That sad Spring morn, seemed centuries ago she had suffered her saddest aching blow Why God let her all perish in fire What bad had she done to suffer such ire Husband and sons, had perished that dark morn she broke down, wished she had never been born She had seen simmering pile of hot ash her need to see them, was perhaps too rash As horrible sight torched her aching heart she raced away, vowing not to restart In her pain, punish herself was her goal somebody had to pay a heavy toll Each week sent her further into deep blues O' yes she cried, I now pay all my dues Within a year she had turned to strong drink blot on her black-pain, help her not to think Now she knew, those hard scornful looks so well why did they not see her living her hell Barely alive, garbage ate to survive Dark pit was deep, so further she must dive Then one bright morn, help she finally found up from darkest pit, with hope she was bound A Samaritan had seen her sad plight had moved Heaven and earth to make things right Each dawn, she now kneels to this prayer pray O' dear Lord, how may I serve thee today Answer comes back, on this well lit path stay for God loves thee and blesses thee this way Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 340 Total # Words: 291 Note- We should be aware that many are homeless are so because of great tragedy and not willful drug/alcohol abuse and other vices. I knew of one such person, over 35 years ago- that had a mental breakdown due to her husband and two children dying in a house fire while she was away. She was eventually helped and regained her sanity and much better life--but far too many never get that help. This poem is inspired from that specific case from ages ago.. http://www.endhomelessness.org/library/entry/SOH2016 On a single night in January 2015, 564,708 people were experiencing homelessness — meaning they were sleeping outside or in an emergency shelter or transitional housing program. In total, 33 states and the District of Columbia (D.C.) reported decreases in overall homelessness, while 16 states reported increases. The states with decreases in homelessness were concentrated in the South and Midwest. Despite a national decrease in unsheltered homelessness, only 18 states reported decreases in the number of people living in unsheltered locations, including the street, cars, and abandoned buildings. The national decrease in unsheltered homelessness was driven in large part by decreases in unsheltered homelessness in Florida, Texas, and Georgia. The national rate of homelessness in 2015 fell to 17.7 homeless people per 10,000 people in the general population from 18.3 in 2014. The rates in individual states ranged from 111 in D.C. to 7 in Mississippi. The rate of veteran homelessness continued its descent of the past several years to 24.8 homeless veterans per 10,000 veterans in the general population. The rates in individual states ranged from 145 in D.C. to 9 in Virginia. The majority of states had decreases in every major subpopulation: family homelessness (33 states and D.C.), chronically homeless individuals (31 states and D.C.), and veteran homelessness (33 states) ******************************************************************************* Homelessness Statistics - Learn Today - futureinhumanity.org‎ [www.futureinhumanity.org/_green] Adwww.futureinhumanity.org/‎ Buy a Gift for Homeless [http://www.futureinhumanity.org/gifts/_green] Contact Us [http://futureinhumanity.org/contact/_green] Our Programs [http://futureinhumanity.org/programs-2/_green] About Us [http://www.futureinhumanity.org/about/_green] Image result for number of homeless in america About 1.56 million people, or about 0.5% of the U.S. population, used an emergency shelter or a transitional housing program between October 1, 2008 and September 30, 2009. Around 44% of homeless people were employed. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 125] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-27-2017 07:55 PM When Pleading Voice, Begs To Again Give Thee A Kiss Wouldst thou have me come to thee in black-iron chains with broken spirit and heart ran over by trains Or my weeping soul crushed by thy disenchanted heart so thee may yet again play and tear me apart Thy great need to gain my trust to later betray to cut me deep, my skin with giddy joy thus flay Nay! True, my heart yet pines for thy caressing hands yet know thy soul will follow up with reprimands Tho' I fail, and race forth to nestle by the side Purge my heart, for such folly I can not abide Should ever brightest moon cry, embrace her yet gain I will then know such moon-beams light paths to thy sin When pleading voice, begs to again give thee a kiss I shall see thy sharp fangs and hear thy wicked hiss When morrow finds thy life lonely and in sad pain pray thy prayer, for this heart and soul will refrain Wouldst thou have me come to thee in black-iron chains with broken spirit and heart ran over by trains Or my weeping soul crushed by thy disenchanted heart so thee may yet again play and tear me apart Thy great need to gain my trust to later betray to cut me deep, my skin with giddy joy thus flay Nay! True, my heart yet pines for thy caressing hands yet know thy soul will follow up with reprimands Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2017 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 192 Total # Words: 160 Note- Sometimes a young man will get entangled with a sexy vixen that traps him to abuse. When others see this and shake their heads in amazed disbelief, they miss the power of darkness and its ability to use love to torture and destroy. This poem, based upon experience centuries ago-- warns that such traps are often deep and viciously woven.. LUCKY INDEED IS THE TRAPPED YOUTH THAT ESCAPES WITH HIS LIFE , EVEN THO' HE MAY HAVE MANY DEEP AND WICKED SCARS TO SHOW.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 126] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-28-2017 11:07 PM Hold That Broken Door, Love May Want Back In Where sad love and loss in mid-stream dare meet eddies mystery waters, dark churned foam. Each seeking, unified depth to slow eat, pages in misery's black book and dark tome. Where long night cries, shatter all peaceful calm romantic moon-beams carry no relief. No marvelous doctor or magic balm, can heal deep hurts or renew true belief. Pray tell, the fallen why love ran away or why miracles fail their saddened pleas. Love is sweet life and that life doth decay, just as sure as salt tears help raise no seas. Where lost lovers dance in aching black-storms lay fragments of half-truths and broken charms. R.J. Lindley Jan, 9th, 1975 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: 105 Note- Sorry, I have no clue why I wrote this poem back then. My memory fails me.. Very likely it was not a love loss suffered by me, as I remember vividly every one of those! Perhaps one suffered by a friend.. or a story I read.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 127] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-29-2017 04:29 PM As Sweet Essence Of Truest Love's Serenity In twilight gleam, thy soft new morn's eyes glow I take a peek, to see thy naked form dance. When you say, love rise and shine, you must know thy beauty and voice sends me into a trance. Lesser men would call thee, too proud and vain yet thy soul, kind-heart, this bad error belays. Need for thy touch I can not explain except to say, may it remain all my days. Moonlit scenes, thy kissing holds my heart true romantic addiction I can not refuse. Where I am ground, thou art soft sky blue thy Spring rains are, ripe fruits of our love paid-dues. Pray I, our union sails through eternity as sweet essence of truest love's serenity. Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2016 Sonnet, Lin 10/11 Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 0 10 11 10 11 0 10 11 10 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 148 Total # Words: 118 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 128] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-30-2017 04:50 PM Pray Thee, Sunrise Will Always Cheer Thy Soul Pray thee, sunrise will always cheer thy soul, sunset in red comforts thy seeking heart. This world, with gleaming beauty pole to pole always has more sweet blessings to impart. Hold this thought, life has far too many paths for one to walk it sad and all alone. Troubles may come, products of Fate's dark wrath, let courage and hope be thy cornerstone. Seek love first, sooner rather than later, for life ever seeks to find waiting Spring. Discover Light's shining truth is greater, when thee dares to learn to dance and sing. New dawn sends the best in beaming first hour proving its glory and awesome power Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2017 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: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 129] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2017 05:49 AM When Sweet Mercy Is A Much Needed Gift Woe that I cast thy love aside to seek other, a man does not ride his horse to enjoy the walk. Greed cries, we have one treasure lets grab another and mortal man obeys when he should rightly balk. Show thy gentle mercy, for lost souls need such light, pray thee, please do not belittle such sincere pleas. For Hope of Love declares my requesting is right, with mercy, thy return may set this heart at ease. Robert Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 130] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-01-2017 09:04 AM Do Not Walk In Shadows And Fearful Dreams Shall we in ignorance, fight ocean tides fling our weak, errant arrows at stone walls Worship earth's bounty and all it provides admire and appreciate Nature's calls Rise up, to improve on our feeble thought walk well lit paths to find their great treasures Such sweet Light, blessed truth can not be bought by seeking only our selfish pleasures Nay, friend! Set thy sight to lofty, high plains welcome challenge of walking harder trails Fear not, huge racing floods from massive rains many have triumphed after epic fails Do not walk in shadows and fearful dreams Seek ye, to wade in Nature's clearest streams Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2017 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: 104 Note- Found this morn a short fragment, written decades ago. Why it was never finished back then , I have no clue. DECIDED TO WRITE A SONNET WITH THE FEW VERSES FOUND. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 131] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-04-2017 11:19 AM Yes folks, I took a couple days off. Did not write much at all. At least not to present here.. I have been writing to finish a long collaboration.. Will post that here when finished.. So decided to write this morn about farm life as I knew it as a child, and teenager. This came out..... hope you may enjoy.--Tyr Farmer Father's Words To Beloved Son (LECTURE, WISDOM, PRAYER PASSED ON) Hold your horse my son, lets pull in tandem united is better than single and random You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow later you may rest, while I start milking the cow With that done, we feed the chickens and pigs then you carry dirt away as my shovel digs Next we rest and have our noonday dinner morn was great, we shall make afternoon a winner Supper will call, come and enjoy a meal thus we can know true, how fantastic life can feel Day done, with pride we can hold our heads high before we sleep, pray our Lord our souls should we die Dawn comes, rise to enjoy its great blessing say another prayer before we start dressing Back to work well before the first cock crows this my son, is farmer's life everybody knows Cherish time together for life will end know my deep love and know I am your best friend Hold that thought in true faith, the live long day all we say and do, we must some future day pay You are best fruit of our family tree this family's love and our farm-work sets us free You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow later you may rest, while I start milking the cow Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2017 LinRhyme, 10/12/10/12 Syllables Per Line: 0 10 12 10 12 0 10 12 10 12 0 10 12 10 12 0 10 12 10 12 0 10 12 10 12 0 10 12 10 12 Total # Syllables: 264 Total # Words: 216 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 132] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-05-2017 12:00 PM In My Dreams, With Stalwart Heart This I Pray In my dreams, I beg release for dark sins; Command my soul to obey wizened winds, Filling up all, Love of Truth seeking bins, With gleaming sword of faith that never bends, "Ascend I, savage hills to bravely fight Dark forces, all false tales they impart, Brutal deeds done in name of truth's bright light Each night, vows recited before I start" With stalwart heart, I rage forth to thus slay Dark shadows tormenting innocent souls, With dreams of Achilles power I play Asking greater gifts to reach divine goals; Ride I, white battle-horse armored in steel Shield of courage, with trust in honor's grace No longer master of my mortal will I ache with desires to end dark-night's race In my dreams, with stalwart heart, this I pray; Use my hands and heart to evil defeat, Wicked deeds sent, plaguing mankind each day Tragic plights of kids with nothing to eat " Descend I into dark torturing cells Firmly grasping weapons all truth provides Demolishing pains of accursed spells Leaving his dark minions nowhere to hide" Holding hope in Heaven's peace to arrive; World filled with flowering meadows galore, Always grateful to be free and alive, Pray I this, justice be the final score Should such fantastic dreams reap treasured fruits What matters, should I perish in the end Become ancient tree worthy of its roots And to all this world, remain a true friend R. J. Lindley July 23rd, 1977, April 5th, 2017 Note: Written forty years ago, I have edited this poem today,(shortened it by 8 verses),and corrected a few minor errors, to present here today. Taken from my private journal, I hope you may find something of value in it. And see a bit of youthful zeal and faith in future's promise.. Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 320 Total # Words: 236 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 133] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-06-2017 09:47 AM O' Yes, Long Ago There Once Were O' yes, long ago there once were- calming notes in Spring's first rains Music in raindrops splashing on windowpanes. O' yes, bounty, in youthful days- memories to fill gold cup No time for deepest regrets, drink it all up. O' yes, such can not be again- no repeated notes to hold Youth vigor, future promise was for the bold. O' yes, dare to live long, to dare- eat from that ancient table Dream with hope, dance again, if one is able. O' yes, long ago there once were- calming notes in Spring's first rains Music in raindrops splashing on windowpanes. Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2017 Rhyme- Lin 8/7/11 Syllables Per Line: 8 7 11 0 8 7 11 0 8 7 11 0 8 7 11 0 8 7 11 Total # Syllables: 130 Total # Words: 100 Note- This new poem start, came to me in a dream last night.. I have been very busy this morn, finally sat down to write. This is it, my muse demanded more, I put her in the basement-- firmly double-bolted the door.. (She being a cruel and most demanding taskmaster!) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 134] Author : Balu Date : 04-06-2017 10:01 AM Thank you, Robert for showing the World we all live in. This World is wonderful - bright, frank, strong, delicate, fragile, porcelain - all together. :slap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 135] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-07-2017 04:15 PM Death And Deep Sorrows, Cold Dark And All Alone Sorrows are dreams dying of thirst or apathy which is worse. Burnt and decayed, cast into pits misery in lost raving fits. Meadows dark brown and without Life humanity, with its strife. Life in shambles, nothing to hold freezing death, fingers icy cold. Without Hope, life is a nightmare each step brings another scare. Hands bound, mouth gagged to be sure terminal darkness with no cure. Seeking that one sliver of Light. For relief from deep sorrow's blight. Robert J. Lindley , 2-12-2017 Sonnet 8/7/8/8 Syllables Per Line: 8 7 8 8 0 8 7 8 8 0 8 7 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 109 Total # Words: 78 Note: Dark sonnet, when pain finds no relief... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 136] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-11-2017 05:25 PM In This Cold, Concrete Jungle My Friends Gone, I Mourn In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities, in our jungle, living in stained cities. O'where shall we go to live when Nature is lost what barren patch of sad dirt shall we call our own will we ever wake to consider that great cost or just embrace polluted soil with bleached white bones. Nature, creation of the One that is divine with gifts intended for the likes of you and me think of the very best wine from Nature's grapevines and sweet delicious fruits from its wonderful trees. Shall we all be kings in this greed's great fantasy marching forth blindly to a dark piper's lost tune or wake to see effects of our dark legacy under the unseen rays of a now blinded moon. In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities, in our jungle, living in stained cities. R.J. Lindley, May 7th 1981 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 137] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-12-2017 01:04 PM Now a bit recovered from my recent illness and my intense dedication to finishing our long and ever increasing collaboration, I find a moment to write a new sonnet today,after my recent dry spell here.... .. Below is that new creation..-Tyr Moon And Stars Look Down Upon Shadowed Hills Red sun sets, low hills grace fading skies dusk brings forth fluttering, dancing fireflies. Night creeps forth, cool winds stirring to now blow so deep and rich the vast meadows all show. Sun and Nature both yield to night's power eating previous day's toil hour by hour. Colors gleaming where bright wild flowers grow clouds soon hint of soft rain, a light shower. Moon and stars look down upon shadowed hills far off, low calls of cooing whip-poor-wills Man, too often oblivious to all neither sees such beauty nor hears its call O' shallow man, thy heart hides, its blind pains behind arrogance, greed, epic dark stains. Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2017 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: 106 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 138] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-16-2017 11:43 AM Each Night He Heard Steps Of Death's Forward Guard (Stand Back, I Got This One His Muse Cried) He was now old, ancient, older than dirt even his tired bones ached, everything hurt. Those bad dreams, on and on they swiftly came horrible images of he hobbled and lame! What cursed ravages Time and Fate had wrought now still alive, he knew his soul was caught. Gone are days of living, sweet love and joy small relief found, dreaming he was a boy. Each night he heard steps of death's forward guard enduring such fear, living was too hard! Yet try as he may, no remedy was found soon he would be planted in cold hard ground! Dawn, into that long dark shadow he fell with one foreboding thought, Heaven or Hell? Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 11 10 10 10 10 10 10 11 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 142 Total # Words: 114 Note: Written for a contest. Write a dark poem in free verse or sonnet form, 16 verses or less. I chose to write a dark and sad sonnet about old age and facing death... Well actually my muse chose (not I), I was just too tired to fight her and just wise enough to let her take control for a change.. Upon completion, I turned to give her my sincere thanks. I found that she had quickly far away fled I found a rather interesting note instead Here is the truth and best of it that I read for these informative words she said I hope soon into that dark shadow you step so many a year now, I have grieved and wept As my host you have given me great grief your passing shall me gift me my relief I wrote those verses giving me comfort and joy to me you are just a sad and broken old toy When into that shadow you may soon fall I hope you crash into that giant fiery ball Now leave me be, I want to take a long break you are a cantankerous old man I forsake Now folks, fear not, this note has often been read wrote each of the hundreds of times she has fled Later she comes back with words mellow and sweet with presents and bowing while washing my feet I forgive her each time and onward we race I can not resist her lips, that beautiful face. ALL WRITTEN WITH IMAGINATION AND LOADS OF POETIC LEEWAY.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 139] Author : Russ Date : 04-16-2017 02:29 PM In This Cold, Concrete Jungle My Friends Gone, I Mourn In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities, in our jungle, living in stained cities. O'where shall we go to live when Nature is lost what barren patch of sad dirt shall we call our own will we ever wake to consider that great cost or just embrace polluted soil with bleached white bones. Nature, creation of the One that is divine with gifts intended for the likes of you and me think of the very best wine from Nature's grapevines and sweet delicious fruits from its wonderful trees. Shall we all be kings in this greed's great fantasy marching forth blindly to a dark piper's lost tune or wake to see effects of our dark legacy under the unseen rays of a now blinded moon. In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities, in our jungle, living in stained cities. R.J. Lindley, May 7th 1981 This is a really nice and inspiring work, Robert. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 140] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-17-2017 02:59 PM Too Many Sins For Me To Count Long shadows on tall snowy mount too many sins for me to count Frozen lake with live fish beneath what will my love ever bequeath When moon frowns upon my dark-face can I admit my sad disgrace Dark shadows, linger in the night being afraid is only right From deep woods come loud, restless howls I stand alone, gone are old pals When dawn brings forth sweetest relief I fall to pray, in true belief Shadows sent to perform dark task WHY ME, LOST HEART DARES TO ASK Am I forgiven my sins true maker of sincere amends Carry me to a safer place take this soul from this shadow place Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2017 Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 144 Total # Words: 111 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 141] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2017 04:10 PM ... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 142] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2017 08:44 AM In Faraway Land, Where Sweetest Rhapsody Abides In faraway land, where sweetest rhapsody abides there is hope and smoke in tight little curls; with life's mysteries and all that it hides, deep romance and those tasty little hidden swirls. In distant land, sweet dreams arrive by truckloads with fire that sets one's soul alight; one has but to walk barefoot on such dusty roads to find joy overcoming dark world's blight. In dear heartland, eager sings love's magic touch where just one kiss can bring eternal bliss; all the days of joy almost seem too much, with dreams fruiting love, one dare not miss. In homeland, rests blessings of family and friends every dawn brings light and promised new start; youth with hope and ambitions that never ends, dance with maidens with purest love in each tender heart. Robert J. Lindley July 19th, 1995 Form-Romanticism Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Ok, so it is an old poem. I am currently not writing any new poems until the afternoon dinner-bell rings clear... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 143] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-24-2017 08:18 PM When Moon Wades Silently Across Night Sky When moon wades silently across night sky And that hush spreads across this dark city We oft sleep safe and never wonder why Some sleep in alleys finding no pity They that are so lost and their Hope faded Live their sad lives in a slow moving haze Bitter in pain, outlook dim and jaded With hollow eyes and far-off vacant gaze As dawn breaks and morning coffee hot-brews Thanking God's grace you are given such gifts For only One paid all your heavy dues Why not today, your fellow man uplift Hold back any and all useless crying Help a lost soul, save a life from dying Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2017 Form- 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: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 144] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-26-2017 09:50 AM This is a really nice and inspiring work, Robert. Thank you Russ. I now see that in my recent bad time that I have failed to reply to comments made to and about my poetry.. Recent problems aside, I still face a time issue,, as in too little to both write and reply, and do my numerous daily tasks at home. Additionally hard, when any of my family are sick.. Yet I persevere because basically I am an old stubborn mule..-:laugh: YET, SUCH IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED BY ME... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 145] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2017 09:26 AM In Memories Of Thrill Of Her First Kiss In memories of thrill of her first kiss I had felt joy but never deep like this In my dreams this treasure I now so miss Love with a raven hair beauty named Cris Sweet magnificent treasure was her lips We majestically flew in our trips Pleasures natural and truly sublime Fine gems I will remember for all time Found love in late summer of sixty-nine I became hers and her love became mine Bliss was not destined to forever last Her kiss, the sweetest jewel in my past Night dreams, her lips touch, my soul does feel Oft I wake, feasting on thrill of that meal In memories of thrill of her first kiss I see my first true love, raven haired Cris A past lover that gave her greatest gift Kisses that my young soul did so uplift In that blissful moment our lips first met We knew not all our love would soon beget Nights of longings and aching times apart Epic passion born in each eager heart Utter joy, bodies melded those hot nights Only our passion existed in our sights Found was her kiss and first love's deep reward We strolling down paradise boulevard Dear memories, love born from her first kiss Of my lost beauty, my raven haired Cris Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2017 Double Sonnets Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 280 Total # Words: 214 Note- I rarely ever write double sonnets but this subject and the inspiration found in dmp's, First Kiss Thread, warranted a special poem as I promised to compose. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 146] Author : darin Date : 04-28-2017 02:38 AM Beautiful - I think I like-best the part about the kiss birthing emotions. Not emotions birthing the kiss. I think that's important. That describes the explosion of feelings the kiss ushered-in. The Kiss grew what was felt up until that point. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 147] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-28-2017 05:51 AM Beautiful - I think I like-best the part about the kiss birthing emotions. Not emotions birthing the kiss. I think that's important. That describes the explosion of feelings the kiss ushered-in. The Kiss grew what was felt up until that point. Thanks, spot on analysis. Before the kiss came, existed only desire--but after the kiss, the entire universe exploded into unimaginable levels of joy and pleasures, time became an enemy that kept us apart.. (and eventually ended our paradise!) The poem is about the memory of the the girl( Cris, my first), but only as known through the gateway of that first kiss. Showing that the power of that first kiss, eager lips meeting and the sun exploding, birthed all that followed.... These days, such may seem an antiquated notion(with so many girls eager to kiss other parts)--but nevertheless such is the deep and true power of a first kiss when one meets a soulmate(first love). This from the author's perspective as it is based upon my young life and my short time with her... Such short time that birthed a lifetime of treasured memories... As we are what we have been, what we hold dear and how we have lived ..... the present being only a temporary step into what we will continue to become..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 148] Author : darin Date : 04-28-2017 06:14 AM First kisses are made special NOT by avoiding them, but by building into the kiss sufficient power, energy, anticipation and a sense of destiny - as if there was no choice. Sometimes when meeting another person feelings and chemistry arise. Feelings build and energy strengthens and the moment happens and......the KISS!! The kiss culminates and punctuates the feelings. The kiss becomes the end of the date. The kiss is the cherry on top. The best kisses culminate nothing. The kiss is not the destination but the kiss births stronger feelings. The kiss is not the prize or the final chapter but when true lovers kiss they somehow unlock yet-another level of sexual/intimate consciousness. Asking someone out is not the first step. Accepting and going on the date is merely approaching the beginning. When lovers kiss - That kiss is the genesis of love - not the revelation. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 149] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-29-2017 09:42 AM Can Poets Gift, Solace In Their Blood Soaked Ink White canvas covered evergreen forests deep Chill of loneliness invades restful sleep Where shall, soul find much needed relief In the caverns of despair or sad disbelief Or by gems from poetic minds, thus granted By Luck or Fate, golden pens enchanted? Dark times, cry out for true and blessed light Pain of being lost stab dreams at night When will, aching spirit find its just reward As this world hits too often and too hard Can poets gift, solace in their blood soaked ink Cast words of wisdom, help others think? Caravans of Hope, oft treasures poets cast Cries of help, answered with poems that last Shall poets, now cease to write caring deep Or gift jewels for the many that weep? With active pens and giving heart and mind Will poets shine Light on some that are blind? Robert J. Lindley, 4-29-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 150] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-30-2017 11:27 AM Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit Should I court thee as moth to flame sky to its wondrous blue? Some say, love is but a fool's game Aye, we both know untrue. Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit be it with soft touch? In such, will our love take firm root or presume I too much? In thy heart's beating my heart trails begging once more thy hand. We seek love and all it entails life's dance, its greatest band. Shall we find vermilion sunsets? Hold Love's all and all it begets? Robert J. Lindley, Romantic Sonnet (86) (100) Words (88) Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 100 Total # Words: 88 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 151] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-01-2017 04:35 PM She A Flower So Delicately Blown Hath there been far more kinder words I said in my deep-fired angry accusations. Our romance would have carried on instead of this dark dungeon of deprivations! Our first dance had given such treasured fruits birthing that fantastic ecstatic kiss. She was a beautiful belle, Southern roots now so grievously lost, her love I miss! She a flower so delicately blown upon eager waiting paradise dreams Was no way I, the young fool, could have known we would both fall victim to evil schemes! Youth, Fate and Time destroyed each loving heart So tragic, now living lives torn apart! R. J. Lindley July 9th, 1980 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 152] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-02-2017 08:31 PM Dream Battle With Ole Lucifer Dark beast why curse my night so deep invade my sweetest dream sleep Thee shall findeth me not too proud to beg for His help out loud Thy sulfur stench invades this room thy offers spells only doom Look upon this courageous smirk begone, for I have real work Dreams of pure joy and life anew will not give devil his due Tuck pointed tail and run away you lose every time I pray Shed not your red-hot tainted tears your lies now bring no big fears Take that bad smell with your black stench game over, you sat the bench I shall be laughing as you leave no repeat, Adam and Eve Now be off, wail deep as you go eat ash in your fire-pit hole Robert Lindley Syllables Per Line: 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 Total # Syllables: 150 Total # Words: 127 Note: Poem racing.. twenty verses( in 8,7 syllable count) in rhyme, in ten minutes.. I missed the projected 120 word count.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 153] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-04-2017 10:01 AM Norse Mythology, Return Of The Slayer Of Dragons ( Part One, Darkness Arrives) I - (THE PLEA) Slayer of weak beasts, ravager of torn breasts Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests What hero dares to slay this foul evil What man may dispatch this tool of the devil? Hell's fires doth burn hot from its massive jaws Innocent red blood drips from its sharp claws Hero, bring thy brave heart - courage made of steel Hope's faith, all it begets in thy iron will. Shall Valhalla send relief - heroic hands Salvation from great beast in weakened lands Doth not their sad cries reach their merciful gods Can avenging warriors smite with lightning rods? Hero! Bring thy sword and armor with dire haste For this foul creature, such dear lives now wastes Blessings on thy travels to their burnt cities For they languish so sad in their deep pities! (Part Two, Odin Sends A Hero) II. - (THE ARRIVAL) From dark skies, ball of fire downward fell From Asgard's vault, landed he in their hell From Thor's loins this invincible form was sown In armored flesh, power never before known Sword fired from Asgard's own best armor makers With Thor's own hammer, still an earth shaker Standing eighteen foot from head to his bare feet Thor's new warrior anything but sickly sweet. With blue eyes and a mind keen as dawn's new lights Courage born from his father's greatest fights Seeing desolation, far as eye could see He had been summoned down to set this world free With sword and hammer obeying Odin's decree Wings formed by Loki, flew he to the sea Found, huge tracks of massive, marauding black beast Blood all about, stripped bones from its bloody feast! ( Part Three, Slayer Finds The Beast) III - (The Battle) Far off, clouds of smoke reveal the beast at play Slayer knew battle coming, he knelt to pray With words sincere, he asked for Odin's favor Strength to beast destroy, victory to savor. As Valhalla's sign sky-fire, showed brightly clear Slayer arrived, to conquer dragon with no fear Beast saw Slayer in armor and keen to fight Charged forth with fire and all its massive might Slayer stepped quick and sent spear into its side A mere nick to sting and burn its fierce pride. Angry beast turned and blew fire upon empty stone Slayer plunged sword hilt deep, hitting dragon bone One mighty leap on its huge scaly back Its vulnerable neck he began to hack. Beast fast rolled left throwing slayer right off Spoke of Slayer's death with arrogant scoff. Slayer laughed out loud and gave a big smile Said, beast you shall die in just a little while With that said, Thor's invincible hammer he threw Dragon received true justice so long overdue! ( Part Four, Slayer Returns Victorious) IV- (Fame, Feasts And Rewards) Death had by Slayer's right hand found its place Slayer relaxed and sighed, with smile on his face With one stroke he cut of mighty dragon's head A hero's final act to prove it truly dead. Victory won, back to Valhalla's great hall Glory found, for answering Odin's call Feast of honor as never had they before Slayer's name sung on Valhalla's every shore Odin gave Slayer castles of solid gold Commanding his tale to forever be told! 5-04-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -------------------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST. Finished this morn, toooooooooo tired to edit, so I entered this poem as is... Hope you may enjoy reading this tale...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 154] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2017 01:08 PM Fair Maiden, Sweet Princess, Divinely Sent In festering sea, brackish waters merged with salt we found our earthly lives, almost came to a halt. Maiden fair, standing so proud and with honor free O' how majestically, all marvel at thee! Beautiful princess, olden gods blessed thee true thy graceful words, truth shown courageous and anew. Never again, shall man see one so fine and fair with thy gentle smiles and luminous golden hair. How rests thee? Far away in heavenly abode? Thou art truly missed, rarest treasure once bestowed. Pray we true, for thy most blessed and safe return precious gift we seek yet in no way can we earn. Pray thee! Cast thy soft countenance upon our shores. Relieve us from this dark house, its decaying floors. Robert J. Lindley, Sept 6th, 1986 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: 122 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 155] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2017 08:50 PM When She Walks, Her Feet Never Touch The Ground When I am gone, pray I my works stand tall never was great, but this heart never was small. Whenever I stand myself right back on up, this mind imagines clear, brighter new Spring world full of roses, beauty on everything. Life and wonders parading on fertile grounds sweetest red wine, poured on love's majestic sounds. Gems laden around heart desire's golden cup, seeking life's truest love not just a one night fling if falling, courage to raise myself and sing. Slowly this spirit is coming on around seeing her loving smile this heart swells and pounds. Her love is honey nectar this soul drinks up, with her touch, love magnifies all it brings beautiful dreams grow within all living things. When she walks, her feet never touch the ground. Deep in her heart, this soul is happily bound. Deep in her heart, this soul is happily bound. Deep in her heart, this soul is happily bound. Deep in her heart, this soul is happily bound. Robert J. Lindley, April 9th, 1993 Romanticism Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 11 Total # Syllables: 220 Total # Words: 166 Note: Edited today, several verse changed and five new verses added.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 156] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-13-2017 10:53 AM Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given Sir poet, why hast thy broken thy true pen? Are not thy words intended to help and heal? Pray thee, returneth to world of gentle men, Let both thy mind and fevered blood softly spill! Sir poet, why hast thy burned thy greatest writes? Are not thy word-gifts bearing much needed fruits? Pray thee, this sad, dark world sees thy ink-bright lights, Begs thy kind soul return to poetic roots! Sir poet, write deep to heal thy wounded heart Embrace yet again, thy soul's truest call to arms Find thy calling, begin an earnest restart, Seek thee to help not this rash act that so harms. Sir poet, hold true to thy gifts long given Join again, poet's rewards in true liven'. R.J. Lindley Sonnet (11) Jan. 20th 1990 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Words: 122 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 157] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-14-2017 08:48 AM Will Thy Spirit Walk Such A Well Lit Path Can thee see the red warmth in the bright rose glimmering in majestic, mystical hues. Feel great magnificent beauty from head to toes give Nature fully her true rightful dues? Will thy spirit walk such a well lit path, softly step and see rainbows before rain. Abandon deep pride and its oft vengeful wrath find in future promise the world to gain? Should life present thee with easier gold? Cast thee wealth and manna from above? Let not wicked greed make thy heart too bold, for such tragedy oft destroys true love! If thee can see rainbows in life's dark droughts thy life can prosper despite worst of bouts. Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2017 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 158] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-17-2017 07:01 AM Decided to break down and write one this morn....-Tyr Man Lives, Nature Stands And Sweet Earth Survives Man lives on, by moments in night and day, oft raging beast of red dust. World fights back- come with what it may, man lives on, for we must. Nature stands eternal, and quietly balks, slowly moving, power displayed. Watching man's foolish ways and talk, destruction so proudly made. Sweet earth survives, as it rightly should, despite its great marauding beast. Deep destroyer of sky, stone and wood, ravenous devil looking to feast. Man lives, Nature stands and sweet earth survives. While we live with massive greed ruling our lives! Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 159] Author : Russ Date : 05-19-2017 03:30 PM Norse Mythology, Return Of The Slayer Of Dragons ( Part One, Darkness Arrives) I - (THE PLEA) Slayer of weak beasts, ravager of torn breasts Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests What hero dares to slay this foul evil What man may dispatch this tool of the devil? Hell's fires doth burn hot from its massive jaws Innocent red blood drips from its sharp claws Hero, bring thy brave heart - courage made of steel Hope's faith, all it begets in thy iron will. Shall Valhalla send relief - heroic hands Salvation from great beast in weakened lands Doth not their sad cries reach their merciful gods Can avenging warriors smite with lightning rods? Hero! Bring thy sword and armor with dire haste For this foul creature, such dear lives now wastes Blessings on thy travels to their burnt cities For they languish so sad in their deep pities! (Part Two, Odin Sends A Hero) II. - (THE ARRIVAL) From dark skies, ball of fire downward fell From Asgard's vault, landed he in their hell From Thor's loins this invincible form was sown In armored flesh, power never before known Sword fired from Asgard's own best armor makers With Thor's own hammer, still an earth shaker Standing eighteen foot from head to his bare feet Thor's new warrior anything but sickly sweet. With blue eyes and a mind keen as dawn's new lights Courage born from his father's greatest fights Seeing desolation, far as eye could see He had been summoned down to set this world free With sword and hammer obeying Odin's decree Wings formed by Loki, flew he to the sea Found, huge tracks of massive, marauding black beast Blood all about, stripped bones from its bloody feast! ( Part Three, Slayer Finds The Beast) III - (The Battle) Far off, clouds of smoke reveal the beast at play Slayer knew battle coming, he knelt to pray With words sincere, he asked for Odin's favor Strength to beast destroy, victory to savor. As Valhalla's sign sky-fire, showed brightly clear Slayer arrived, to conquer dragon with no fear Beast saw Slayer in armor and keen to fight Charged forth with fire and all its massive might Slayer stepped quick and sent spear into its side A mere nick to sting and burn its fierce pride. Angry beast turned and blew fire upon empty stone Slayer plunged sword hilt deep, hitting dragon bone One mighty leap on its huge scaly back Its vulnerable neck he began to hack. Beast fast rolled left throwing slayer right off Spoke of Slayer's death with arrogant scoff. Slayer laughed out loud and gave a big smile Said, beast you shall die in just a little while With that said, Thor's invincible hammer he threw Dragon received true justice so long overdue! ( Part Four, Slayer Returns Victorious) IV- (Fame, Feasts And Rewards) Death had by Slayer's right hand found its place Slayer relaxed and sighed, with smile on his face With one stroke he cut of mighty dragon's head A hero's final act to prove it truly dead. Victory won, back to Valhalla's great hall Glory found, for answering Odin's call Feast of honor as never had they before Slayer's name sung on Valhalla's every shore Odin gave Slayer castles of solid gold Commanding his tale to forever be told! 5-04-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -------------------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST. Finished this morn, toooooooooo tired to edit, so I entered this poem as is... Hope you may enjoy reading this tale...-Tyr Nice concept, Robert, and excellent poem! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 160] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-24-2017 09:11 PM Spread Thy Hands, That We Find Rest In Thy Shade Violet hues, thy future may be read radiance that unites earth and blue sky. History records thy words wisely said thy winds blow, earth and sky can not deny. Rubies, grace thy archaic gold crown rose-lit, thy warmth for the poor and the weak. Cursed are they that see thy angry frown bless are the lost, thy tender heart doth seek. Flames of future battles already won ashes that blow in thy whispering winds. Thy love, gifts given, His begotten Son bounty of truth and light that never ends. Spread thy hands, that we find rest in thy shade with love and joy, all thy Father hast made. R.J. Lindley Dec. 11th, 1976 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 161] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-25-2017 10:58 AM The Golden Palanquin They bore her in a golden palanquin Down to the dusky ford; They bent in tears before her sandalling, Nor uttered they a word As through the forest-shadowed water-way- She passed unto her eternal beauty,- Unto loveliness of things remembered Beyond the light of day. R.J. Lindley Posted date- May 25-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 6 10 6 10 10 10 6 Total # Syllables: 68 Total # Words: 45 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 162] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-28-2017 05:30 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Lost And Alone On The Cold, Darkened Streets Hole in her heart matched the hole in her dress She was now alone, life was such a mess. First that truly great job had flown away Then her fine house destroyed by fire next day. Monday came, more darkness with its ill wind For death had visited her last true friend Now sorrow, ate its way into her soul Life wrecked, fate had taken its heavy toll. On brutal streets she found an alley home She, penniless and childless had to roam She had no choice but to try to survive Now so weak, just barely staying alive. Why she asked, had such calamity came Was not she and her heart one and the same? Robert J. Lindley Sonnet http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Fate delivers its great and deep sorrow in so many sad ways. I wrote this one for a contest at my home poetry site but I forgot to enter it... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 163] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-02-2017 08:43 AM Rhyme And Simple Revelations He that kneels on fresh earth, looks up and prays seeks depths of power from Heavens above Glorifies God's truth and so many ways, exemplifies truest meaning of Love. Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 164] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-05-2017 10:33 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ On And On, He Created To Give To All Brush in delicate hand, strokes smooth and thick romantic scenes created with a splash Truest fine art, his was no mere parlor trick World revelation said it was a smash. With steady purpose his soul sought to speak gifts to others was his true destined course To find and touch those that truly seek he racing on like a fine-bred race horse. On and on racing through years thick and thin deliberate in his goals, wise in art He did offer all again and again jewels not found on any treasure chart. With his steady hand, pen and ink words flew. Poet so old, few things to him were new. Robert J. Lindley, 6-5-2017 Sonnet (As the old, tired poet once wrote, artist- painting with words) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 165] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-07-2017 06:07 PM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do Grim Reaper's scythe also cuts grain for sweet bread, Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true! Ah but! What shall be found only when dead? Where rests, that lost moon and its shadowed light Stars dim in chaotic and morbid tunes, When deep-blind, darkness may appear so bright Waters drank gaily from tallest sand dunes! Where stones falling are held to be sweet signs Innocence goes hungry, wears dirty rags, Evil dwells content in high mountain pines Soft clouds crash into high rocky crags! Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true! Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2017 Sonnet. http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 166] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-08-2017 06:35 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Remember Me, Lost In This Black Abyss[/SIZE When I could not touch thy heart I cried sharp daggers pierced, sad and dying soul. If only, in that moment had I died and not fell into this cavernous hole! Sweet Helen, know that moment we both lost dark thunder had sounded by the lost bay. To change that, I would pay any high cost yet thy pure heart my love could never sway! Remember me! Lost in this black abyss spears pierce my wounded heart and tear filled eyes. Thy image my sad heart now does so miss I long to again see deep blue skies! In desperate depths, this lost soul low moans. Pray, thy heart feels its deep yearning tones! [SIZE=4]R.J. Lindley Sept 12th, 1977 Sonnet, ( On Sorrow) llables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 114 http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 167] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-09-2017 08:15 AM Subject- art, dark, death, loss, lost love, pain, sorrow, Sad Death Of Her Lost,Tormented Lover As I walked out into bitter cold rain Skies rush down to send even more hard pain, No worry, torment was long, long overdue For my extreme folly abandoning you. Castle now has no water and no bread My heart weeps and wishes first to be dead; So missed, warmth of your soft gentle touch Nothing else does this wretch miss as much, As you look down, pray a new song for me, Chase away dark blues setting this soul free; For once this earth's deepest true love was ours Long before I yielded to lustful fires. My darling, I have now reached icy river banks Dive in to be free, giving you my thanks. Robert J. Lindley, Original verse, March 12th 1986 Heavily rewritten today, June 9-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 168] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-10-2017 08:14 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ 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) 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: 152 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! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 169] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-11-2017 10:52 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Pray I, We Not Lose Virgin Meadows Green Cold breath upon dawn's awakening sheen pray I, we not lose virgin meadows green. Early Spring and Nature oft birth such bright dawns beautiful scenes of buck, doe and speckled fawns. Airy chills, cause warm blood sent to cold feet All of Nature's awe we should gladly greet. Pristine views of Nature working its best breathing pure air and heart pounding in chest Shall hope and saddest pleas save such great treasures Alas! Nay, fear needed are stronger measures! Should gentle hearts and hopeful minds seek to save Earth's magnificent scenes from early grave? Cold breath upon dawn's awakening sheen pray I, we not lose virgin meadows green. Robert J. Lindley, 6-11-2017 Sonnet, ( Lin 10,10,11,11,11,10,10) Subject, Nature's great beauty and its rapid loss. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 11 10 10 10 11 11 11 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 146 Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 170] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-12-2017 01:14 PM Tormenting Darkness And Childhood Nightmares Oft, dead of night, wakes me with evil tones or fleet whispers that send grating chills. Always they come, crying, shrill shrieking moans as if from dark caverns in the far hills! Still that cold-fright, my yearning does so prick surging tingles race up and down my spine. I pray, tis just my mind playing a trick or dark thoughts my restless soul wants to dine. Truth soon invades, as shadows fly overhead open doors slam shut with booming loud bangs. Skeletal hands reach up to shake my bed next green eyes appear above long sharp fangs. Frightful mind blasts commands to race away yet never do I dare to run and flee. First, I close my eyes and silently pray please Lord, stop this evil that torments me! R.J. Lindley, Oct 12th, 1967 Old Note: When is it mind playing tricks, or evil paying a visit? Note, 6-12-2017 Oft man is his own monster.... and sadly, he does so well at it.. POEM EDITED, WAS RE-TITLED THIS MORN.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 171] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-13-2017 09:06 AM NOW THAT LOVE BROKE YOUR HEART YOU JOIN THE GAME ALL OF YOUR LIFE YOU CRIED HOW POETS WERE LAME NOW THAT LOVE BROKE YOUR HEART YOU JOIN THE GAME Welcome to word-ships on billions of seas Poetry says hello, write your sad pleas Helps so much, if you now get off your knees. Now that you are sailing right on the team Hold true to well lit course this is no dream Rainbows lay under these blue waters deep Treasures can be found, awake or asleep Touch tender hearts, find rewards to keep. Set your path to islands that freely give Seize new pen and paper to start to live Rise each blessed morn with winds blowing strong Feel that warmth of true romance all day long Write poet's new words to your longing song. Follow radiant suns to realms unknown Find your sweet queen, create your golden throne Spill out in ink, your heart's deepest desires Let words flow, kindle romantic fires Let new heart, pen and paper all conspire. Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 200 Total # Words: 162 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 172] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-14-2017 09:49 AM When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On The Ground In with dead and dying leaves I pass my time Drink my strong coffee, write my truth, in rhyme, Without fear, and seeking no favor I dare tell That once covered within my hardened shell; Alas! My heart cries for much I would undo Lying to my sweet lover a dozen times two, Youthful drunken rages, bold ladies of the night; And such eager anticipation in brawling fights. Sometimes I wonder if, on all this I should dwell Bring back feelings of that dark and ancient hell Yet my mind and muse both gaily conspire Cry out, write this now, regardless of soul's ire. When I shall someday lay under frost on the ground. Pray these words serve others and some find profound. Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2017 Sonnet - SUBJECT- ( Daring to Tell) Note - This sonnet was first written in my private journal back in 1983. I decided to edit it (heavily)and present it here today. I took out some very personal references of others I knew and had dealings with--shortened the original long poem down into a sonnet. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 173] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2017 09:51 AM Childhood Innocence Revisited I shall write words, tho' they be not as songs know, I walk not with the usual throngs My path widened and its light does so shine world has wealth, yet I beg not all be mine! When pen runs dry, I fill it with new ink gathered from open mind, close to the brink With imagined quills, my words just appear No fear no favor, pray for sure no fear! As fair morns lead me to waters so fine I whistle with winds blowing through the pines Above my red-hawk flies along sailing heart pierced, joyful arrows impaling! Having written words my heart cast with joy Leave I my childhood, when just a young boy! Robert J. Lindley, 6-15-2017 Sonnet ( Look Back At My Childhood Innocence And Marvel) 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 174] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-16-2017 06:45 PM Midnight Comes, Memories I Embrace (Dedication Poem) Heart deep, roaring thunder cracks waves pulsating with rhythmic aches. Desiring first, to be back on track yet too afraid to ever hit the brakes. Midnight comes, memories I embrace not a dream, for you are there. Awesome smile and your dear angel face I pray we will our lives share. When imprisoned down in sad valleys low earnest praying for another chance. With love crying this you should know true love thrived in our romance. Heart aching to kiss your lips take again Heavenly trips. Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017 Sonnet( A Lost Romance), (Dedicated to Carole Duet), For inspiring me to write today using her new sonnet form. Based upon a very sad experience of lost love from my youth.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 NOTE: After reading Carole Duet's beautiful sonnet, I decided to try to write a sonnet using her new sonnet form. From her poem, Chasing the Moon and Stars, which she describes her new form this way, "made up my own "meter"/sylllable count per line for this one. It goes like this: 1st verse is 7,8,9,10; 2nd verse is 9,7,7,9; 3rd verse is 10,9,8,7; and he couplet is 7,7." Therefore I dedicate this sonnet to Carole Duet for her inspiration in inspiring me to write this new poem. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 175] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-18-2017 10:23 AM Spinning Webs And Sad Gray Spinning webs hold my life in place gems waiting from flames yet to be lit Why would set sail to another shore? When this one, rocks as it slowly moans Morn's new frost never touches my toes nor dawn's beaming rays fail to inspire Car wreck yesterday by our home roadside two bodies, lifeless there lay I wondered will school be different Monday? Now that death has touched my soul Last year father died, and my tears I withheld not manly to show such a display Lessons learned at home and at life Death, death has the final say! R.J. Lindley 1970 Old Note. Winter's bitter cold tells me I am still alive.. New Note - First poem in my oldest surviving private journal. I thought today may be a good day to post it , as it was written in June, one year after my father's death in 1969.. Third Note- Funny how it doesn't even rhyme... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 176] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-19-2017 07:04 AM It Was Her And Only Her, I Could Tell Memory stone, some day an old age gem stored safe and eager for new life in dreams. Only lonely spark in a void still dim longing for waters from life's racing streams. First I saw her, hot desire and love struck she living on hope's promise and love's heart. I was busy trying to make a buck paying no attention to love's new chart. Yet love, love rang so loud its golden bell that sweet echo hit hard and knocked me down. It was her and only her, I could tell a beautiful princess without her crown. Life moves on, we sail in its flowing stream. We each had found our gem in the same dream. Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2017 Sonnet, (When you have found the One) 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 177] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-22-2017 08:39 PM Will Darkness Ever Fade And Light Be Shown In a pool, water stagnate and slime-green thick ooze that burrows into open sores. Longing for the calm of my farm-day teens when great adversity was simple chores. Now as my feet refuse me to wade out I fight to keep my aching head afloat Silent screams echoes are my only shouts I watch as this blackened world laugh and gloats Night falls, slippery creatures come to play such depth and pain in every deep bite Were I a far better soul I would pray for mercy and help in this endless fight Murky waters, slow ripples, time unknown Can such darkness ever fade and light be shown? Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2017 Sonnet, (Dark the bridge over endless canyons) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -------------------------------------------------- Note- Sad isn't it. That this is my only write for three days and it was a great chore to do.. Something has to give soon.. TZS -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 178] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-24-2017 07:38 AM Carry Steel In Your Heart Of Hearts When good and Light shines too bright darkness forms to punish in a fight. Trees are toppled and sweet earth torn rage destroys from dark envy born. Hold castle safe and stand defiant yield not, on courage be reliant. When storm roars from angry skies walk as straight, as the crow flies. Let your weapon be truth held tight, deeds be based upon what is right Carry steel in your heart of hearts seek love of wisdom, all it imparts. Love that darkness seeks to burn away let Heart and Soul embrace to stay. Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2017 Sonnet (Courage is its on Weapon) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 179] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-25-2017 09:22 AM Are We Far More, Deep Souls That Love And Live Are we short lived shadows that flow on by? Fleeting dreams in universe of vapors Dancing images from winds of sad, lost worlds Mere clouds formed to fill a vast empty sky? Light orbs, flashed to signal eternal Time? On oceans of sadness, laughter and song Treading along, walking in wisps of smoke Clear evidence of Fate's deep charge and crime? Do we rest and await that great unknown? As blind sheep in a wild, unguarded herd Content to feed and watch blue sky flow by As our new replacements are slowly grown? Are we far more, deep Souls that Love and Live? Hearts that cry out to sing, dance, touch and give? Robert J. Lindley , 6-25-2017 Sonnet, (On my own Terms) Note- After reading Shelley's poem, titled Mutablity, I sat down to compose this sonnet as a reply. This was originally inspired by my reading of Brian's blog this morn and my reply to it. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 180] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2017 10:38 AM Gone Gone, better way of life that once was true replaced by dancing lies written on cue. Gone, decency once citizens choose to enforce replaced by -do this, for you have no choice! Now fear, is the tool far too heavily used for the truth must now be deeply abused. Now kid- we must tax your lemonade stand for we are the only high-masters in this land! And a lone red-hawk finds a burnt-out tree where once Native Americans roamed so free. Gone, those that truly honored this great earth those native people that saw its true worth. When earth and our kids futures are for sale It is a safe bet, something has gone to hell! Rob Lindley Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 181] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-29-2017 05:16 PM Fields Of Wheat Matching, Grapes Large On Each Vine Pen is my brush, ink is my oozing paint often my heart will rush, my muse will faint; With deeper strokes, colors are splashed about in aching souls, restless spirits will shout, Earth and sky meld, virgin soil pleads for wet poet's pen captures all that it can get. Rainbow colors, Nature's radiant hues, diamond buckles on gold laden shoes; Cool winds flowing, heavens gleam bright sunshine fields of wheat matching, grapes large on each vine, Spring rains, green carpet emerging with rhyme inked stairs, Art hoping to live for all time. Heart gives, poet's pen flows on and records beauty in words, for mankind's teeming hordes Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 182] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-30-2017 08:39 AM Never Heart, Life That Did Not Once Know Love Never a poet born and died that did not turn to toothless rust Earth's soil and blue sky never cried but admire all great works we must. Never a mother born or died that did not in her child's love trust Life and Fate, her heart sorely tried oft until tender dreams were bust. Never a father born and died that did not turn to toothless rust Oft wearied, parched and desert dried but see their deep, true love we must. Never a poet born and died that did not turn to toothless rust Earth's soil and blue sky never cried but admire all great works we must. R.J. Lindley, June 19th, 1988 (Lin 8,8,8,8) Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 183] Author : Balu Date : 06-30-2017 10:00 AM You forced me to return back for a moment, as I am absolutely certain that any talented poet must be supported by the attention of readers indicating that they love your poems and that nobody doesn't do it is an unbearably wrong for me. Do not hesitate, me and mine keep on reading your nice poems and sonnets and really LOVE them. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/friends.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 184] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-01-2017 09:49 AM You forced me to return back for a moment, as I am absolutely certain that any talented poet must be supported by the attention of readers indicating that they love your poems and that nobody doesn't do it is an unbearably wrong for me. Do not hesitate, me and mine keep on reading your nice poems and sonnets and really LOVE them. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/standart/friends.gif Thank you my friend. Always a pleasure to read your words here at this site. I hope you will continue to post here as time permits. I appreciate your support, friendship and kindness. I do hope you and your family are well and your grandchildren profit from reading these poems. Even tho' these poems oft' represent the life and thoughts of one old man, that has not lived a peaceful , content and boring life. Such should be known and considered when reading. As I make no shield against negative judgments made about myself, my life and my follies made in the long course of my life. Be such judgments good or bad, I honor the conclusions each reader may make.. Your honor me with your words and your heart my friend..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 185] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-02-2017 08:52 AM Drifts Of Fallen Leaves In Higher Heaps Blown Cooler gray dawns, signs of winter's first step with drifts of fallen leaves in high heaps blown. Cold raindrops, splash from skies that have wept winter comes, winter comes let it be known! Nature and winter walking hand in hand time for shorter day's sun to early sleep. Soon, sad gray wrapping Nature and its land screaming, take care of all you want to keep! Dawns waking up, white blanket all around new robe fallen for the steep, bitter cold. Tho' such beauty, snow upon frozen ground oft is danger for the weak and the old! When old man winter brings both good and bad, more we love Spring with our hearts truly glad! R.J. Lindley, Sonnet,(Winter Blues) 11-06-1981 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: 114 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 186] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-03-2017 09:25 PM This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins This dragging night, red dust enters my veins, coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow. Life is a dark picture, complete with stains broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows. No tears, for what good does salt water do when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps. Yes Fate, you say my time is not yet through soon, how I will see you playing for keeps. R.J. Lindley Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse) Private Journal November 19th,1972 Note- At age eighteen in 1972, I only thought I had endured a great and unbearable loss. Fate was to show me many such, much worse to come, as the decades came to pass. Deaths of my baby brother, my infant son, my infant daughter, my mother, many friends. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 187] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2017 08:41 AM Upon Somber Gallows Stands The Condemned Upon somber gallows stands the condemned, anxious crowd slobbering for his demise. Preacher and faithful begin bible hymn concerning fools not clever, swift or wise. There dancing spirits castigating him, this lone, dejected and now shaking thief. His dark, haunting past now so very dim bereft of all hope and steeped in deep grief. Beelzebub stands there with wicked grin, to welcome home the coming of the fruits. His harvest dark and heaped over in sin, crowd crying loud to see his swinging boots! Soon darkness will bring on its last release, as stiff rope snaps into a sudden drop. Deadly correction makes this lost soul cease, when his life and time will forever stop! Gallows true, having done their cheerful deed, crowd lurches forth in a collective swoon. Beelzebub, gathers fruit of his seed and reaps happy crowd's dark joy as a boon! Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2017 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: 144 NOTE-- POEM REWRITTEN THIS MORN. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 188] Author : Russ Date : 07-05-2017 07:22 PM Fields Of Wheat Matching, Grapes Large On Each Vine Pen is my brush, ink is my oozing paint often my heart will rush, my muse will faint; With deeper strokes, colors are splashed about in aching souls, restless spirits will shout, Earth and sky meld, virgin soil pleads for wet poet's pen captures all that it can get. Rainbow colors, Nature's radiant hues, diamond buckles on gold laden shoes; Cool winds flowing, heavens gleam bright sunshine fields of wheat matching, grapes large on each vine, Spring rains, green carpet emerging with rhyme inked stairs, Art hoping to live for all time. Heart gives, poet's pen flows on and records beauty in words, for mankind's teeming hordes Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: Inspiring work, Robert :clap::clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 189] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-07-2017 06:44 AM As This Nature Child Wades Clear Earthen Streams On her island, precious paradise thrives Trees hang, laden with large delicious fruit Bees with no sting, fill up huge honey hives Nightly stars seen falling, romance they shoot There majestic songbirds sing her to sleep Cool breeze flowing across her soft silk bed Dreams visit with joy and peace truly deep Her guarding angels flying overhead. Every dawn perfect weather brings sunshine Gentle waves wash upon shore, sand and beach She strolling, finding her life well and fine All her treasures found within easy reach. Paradise, exists in her hopeful dreams. As this Nature child wades clear earthen streams. R. J. Lindley August 10th, 1992 ( From my private journal) 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 Old Note- I have written this sitting on the beach here in Florida, Kashaundra our daughter 4 years old, wades a nearby clear shallow stream flowing into beautiful white sand with golden sunshine gleaming off her gold-blonde hair. Inspiring this, my dearest wish of her bright future and happiness. New Note- Well, life has now brought her tremendous joy and happiness now with her husband and two young boys and her career. A blessing which covers both her and me.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 190] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-11-2017 05:53 PM There In Shimmering Rays Of Golden Light There in shimmering rays of golden light angel divided deep dark from dark night. With flash of sword, eternal truth of God light penetrated all stones, seas and sod. Violet scented air was born anew fairer winds swiftly swirled hope bold and true Dawn burst, life teemed in peaceful quietude man's birth, universe lost its solitude. Nature's new dawns contrived so splendidly man fought Nature, rose independently. Ponders now, why he is cursed and sick while he destroys earth's bounty hard and quick. Truth, in for a penny in for a pound. Best find light, if wanting to stay around. Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 191] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-13-2017 01:55 PM O' That Aristotle Should Return To Proclaim O' that Aristotle should return to proclaim wise, worldly words written with furious winds. Reveal more wisdom, garner even more fame point to history, prophecy - all such portends. Only if Homer could grace greens of earth again gift words of heroic deeds, warriors brave. Hurl lightning bolts and no olden Gods restrain bring courageous heroes back from forgotten graves. If only, love and life should find its ancient past amidst streams of great valor and deepest true. If but one such Titan set this world aghast would not millions turn to such light and love anew? O' dark beast, why hid thy monstrous face from truth's light? Why ply lost souls to dark deeds, as thee skulks at night? Robert J. Lindley,7-13-2017 Syllables Per Line: 12 11 11 12 0 12 11 11 12 0 12 11 11 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 162 Total # Words: 120 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 192] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-18-2017 09:51 AM When Darkness Reigns, Depths Of Sorrow Increase Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears With burning pains spread throughout, Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears." Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again To quell dark storms all about, Life and Fate shortens my remaining years. Shall I, of my father's flesh and bones, Fall into cold gray ash and bitter dust? Walk this field of grief and cold stones, Stumble and fall in pitiful sorrow again Abandon all my life's previous trust, wallow in despair, wail with anguished moans? Nature tells me to rise and thus survive Embrace great courage of ancestors now gone, Hold faith in sweet promise of being alive. And journey forth on true path again Whereas, in darkness I find no way to atone, Nor the power to live well and thrive. Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears With burning pains spread throughout, Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears." Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again To quell dark storms all about, Life and Fate shortens my remaining years. Robert J. Lindley , 7-18-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 193] Author : Russ Date : 07-18-2017 07:41 PM There In Shimmering Rays Of Golden Light There in shimmering rays of golden light angel divided deep dark from dark night. With flash of sword, eternal truth of God light penetrated all stones, seas and sod. Violet scented air was born anew fairer winds swiftly swirled hope bold and true Dawn burst, life teemed in peaceful quietude man's birth, universe lost its solitude. Nature's new dawns contrived so splendidly man fought Nature, rose independently. Ponders now, why he is cursed and sick while he destroys earth's bounty hard and quick. Truth, in for a penny in for a pound. Best find light, if wanting to stay around. Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 I think I might have to print this out and hang it up next to my desk. Great work, Robert! :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 194] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-21-2017 08:44 AM Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites Cast into barren deserts of sorrow no real joy and no hope for tomorrow In burning darkness and hot blasting sand endless sad tunes from destiny's band. Nights are so cold and without future plans sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul I, walking shadow, now with no life goal. Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats Hours pass as years, I find no real relief from deepest caverns of this epic grief. Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites faith in my mind, I shall win future fights. Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Note- First poem written in three days, when once, (centuries ago it seems) I wrote up to 8/10 poems a day.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 195] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2017 12:54 AM When And Only Then When starving crows refuse to leave the trees dark kings stop shining their ancient golden crowns Stormy waves refuse to parade in Neptune's seas vestal virgins dance openly without their gowns Moon and stars refuse to give up their welcomed light earth refuses its rains that sweetest release Darkness evades the welcoming arms of night Jason fails and returns without that golden fleece Nature no longer renews with Spring's vows rocks crumble at gleaming dawn's newfound shine Milk and butter no longer comes from cows poets curse out loud and swear to no longer opine This festered realm begs to deny the One God on that dark road truth will still eternally plod Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 196] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2017 08:29 AM Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom In this cold world, naked and helpless born With coming sorrow expressed in first cries, Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies, Ever seeking more to oneself adorn. In falling flight as a broken wing hawk, Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame. If manna from high Heaven fails to fall Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan Rejecting any true light ever shone Living in darkness, its alluring call. Not seeing our fated approaching doom Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2017 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 197] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-25-2017 10:15 PM Back When Delicious, Were Sweet Cherry Pies Back when delicious, were sweet cherry pies I brought peaches, told you appalling lies My eyes still bloodshot from the night before I could see it dear, you knew the true score Fire was not lit, oven was so cold In my anguish I ventured out so bold Always your angry stare, caused me to sweat But such was needed, I have no regrets Sure you may have wondered the reason why Birds sang not nor flew high into our sky And weekend dawns, oft found me slipping in Denying galling truth, my love sought sin How we loved, once eating burgers and fries How I regret sadness in your blue eyes Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017 (Sonnet, YOUTH, HUMAN NATURE AND NATURAL DESIRES) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 198] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-27-2017 10:08 AM Will You See Truth Beyond That Dark Stone Fence Can you feel true heart in early dawn's light soft grace and gentle winds in Spring's new flight. Can soul feel Nature's benevolent course from open mind, mankind's weakness divorce? Hear morning doves as they sing out soft calls let kindness escape from imprisoned walls. Gather knowledge, true strength from mother Earth seek truth in doing right with all your worth. See brilliance in every golden sunset cease striving for all earth's wealth you can get. See Nature, its great eye-opening gifts let grace come as your spirit it uplifts. Will you see truth beyond that dark stone fence find calm over world's chaotic suspense? R.J. Lindley, April 14th, 1982 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 199] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-28-2017 02:39 PM Crystal Shadows On Grass, Lightly Frozen Nature can teach us about all we lost with its morn's dew turning to gleaming frost; crystal shadows on grass, lightly frozen how some are lost, while others are chosen. Coming dangers, trees shed colorful leaves life, loving and hardships, sad fallen Eves; winter with icy and snow blowing winds how oft, we fail to recognize our friends. With sunset, dark shadows emerge to prow how farmers sustain life with seed and plow; cycles bent to Nature's perfect tunes tides wade up and in, governed by the moon. Nature can teach us about all we lost with its morn's dew turning to gleaming frost; crystal shadows on grass, lightly frozen how some are lost, while others are chosen. Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 200] Author : Ricky Tavy Date : 07-29-2017 01:47 AM He said, "Quiet, please, I'm trying to watch the news!" She sat silent Then blew off the top of his head with the gun he'd taught her to use. Sweet Melissa, precious doll Shot once and placed again on daddy's lap And son Roger She'd have him forever now. Now sitting She bathed in the dying calm. The first serenity worth being the last She wrote to her neighbor "Dear Doris, please feed the cat." I submitted that to Hallmark Cards. Haven't heard back, though. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 201] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-29-2017 05:32 AM He said, "Quiet, please, I'm trying to watch the news!" She sat silent Then blew off the top of his head with the gun he'd taught her to use. Sweet Melissa, precious doll Shot once and placed again on daddy's lap And son Roger She'd have him forever now. Now sitting She bathed in the dying calm. The first serenity worth being the last She wrote to her neighbor "Dear Doris, please feed the cat." I submitted that to Hallmark Cards. Haven't heard back, though. Perhaps if you had suggested it for a Father's Day card--they may have accepted it ? Or sent it to the animal rights advocates? ;) Some folks frown on dark verse but me I like it for its creativity , even if it is a bit sarcastic. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 202] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-31-2017 03:46 PM Poet's Notes Tho ancient the words, and weak the bow truth springs where wisdom grows With love and kindness in one's heart life benefits from such a great start Sad that Fate oft issues other decrees with honey, comes stings from the bees. To Morn's Soft, Awakening Lights Retrain thy heart, focus thy mind above all, in this be so kind; to morn's soft, awakening lights vanishing vestiges of past nights dreams glimmering soft as they go hopes shot as arrows from a bow. Refrain from greed and its cold grip oft all it takes is that first sip; poisons promising gems and gold far more years before one grows old pleasures beyond one wildest dreams lust working with Death on Fate's schemes. Regard world, as thy opposition real dangers, not false apparitions; nor idle days, given to be wasted or wine drank too fast to be tasted gaze with heart, soul, mind on alert gather truth's gems despite its hurt. Retrain thy heart , focus thy mind above all, in this be so kind; to morn's soft, awakening lights vanishing vestiges of past nights dreams glimmering soft as they go hopes shot as arrows from a bow. R.J. Lindley Sept 3rd, 1979 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 203] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-04-2017 10:16 AM Is This Not, A Poet's True Call Dear poets, why do tears wet thine eyes whispered moans, languish in thy cries. Thy well, emptied of its true gift, poetry no longer uplifts? Nurture thy heart to replenish carry spirit forth to finish. With renewed faith in thy great cause consider such loss a mere pause. Ponder these words written to give do we then die because we live? Can we live true, before we die cast Hope's blessings asking not why? Ink thy pen, write to bless us all Is this not, a poet's true call? Robert J. Lindley, 8-04-2015 (Sonnet in Eights) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 204] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2017 10:09 AM edited.. moved to another thread. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 205] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2017 07:55 PM If Greatest Treasure Is Falsely Stolen Hundred billion spoons and only one pie yet each person has just one soul, one life. In each heart rests love, money cannot buy if falsely stolen cuts like a sharp knife. No amount of deep regret buys amends for deceptions to steal such great treasures. Love, honor, heart and truth are best of friends yet too many dark souls steal for pleasures. Shadows exist throughout this ancient realm urging those weaker souls to savage deeds. Ship soon sink with nobody at its helm even rose gardens die if full of weeds. Love can not survive if truth is denied. It withers, one finds even hope has died. Robert J. Lindley, 11-19- 1992 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 206] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-13-2017 05:42 PM If Night Stars Flung Ripened Fruits On The Ground If night stars flung ripened fruits on the ground would we in great joy give Heaven our thanks; dance gaily true, while making joyous sounds storing treasures in our memory banks. If our love and hope always birthed success would we not in deepest boredom reject, repetitions and favor of recess and therein truth's massive wisdom neglect? If life was a quest for selfish pleasures and true love was never meant to be shared; just how on earth could we ever measure love of our friends and family that cared? If lives are meant to race that long distance should we not gladly face its resistance? R.J. Lindley Oct 9th, 1975 Sonnet- Life's mysteries and our follies. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 207] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-16-2017 05:47 AM In Youth, Life's Wild Tracks Seem So Inviting Those years I spent racing down wildest tracks majestic and sweet wild-cards were playing. Always when needed, finding one-eyed jacks that bounty kept me from ever straying. Gamble life and laugh at possible cost O' how youth can blindly crash open doors. Always thinking they can never get lost falling into well laid cracks in the floors. When calamity arrives with hard knocks hopeful thoughts are this will soon go away. Yet those doors soon have unbreakable locks and pain allows misery its full sway. Dark pits welcomes guest when chips are all gone there deep where Fate's avenging shadows dwell. Nothing nourishes and soon skin covers bone TIME STANDS STILL IN ROTTING CELLS OF SUCH HELL. Miracle if light ever breaks on through shadows vanish and all locks fall away. You may find that others have prayed for you and vow never again to walk that way. R.J. Lindley Jan.. 1985 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 208] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-19-2017 08:46 AM Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight seeking to cover day by dark of night Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown, slash and burn forests in thy awful greed deny future generations its seeds. Horrific grey ashen ground, burned out roots heedless, needless trampling by human boots No more, shall birds nest in its high covers or it shade hidden romance of lovers, hath thy blackened heart replaced blood with stone and soul wed itself to money alone? As thy life's walk leads to malignant seas heed thee not, Nature's cries about its trees Does thy life dwell in great and soundless pits where joy is measured in mad raving fits, of lusts, ever craving for more and more and widespread destruction from shore to shore? Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight seeking to cover day by dark of night Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown, slash and burn forests in thy awful greed deny future generations its seeds. Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2017 (Nature poem, written as requested my poetess friend) 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: 138 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 209] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-20-2017 09:15 AM Had I Never Climbed That First Tall Oak Tree Had I not dared break free or it break me would an unhappy soul have never sang or songbird's nest grace willing willow tree or prairie not fed herds of wild mustangs. Had I known, life too oft, becomes a joke that Christmas snowmen far, far too soon melt if farmer's fresh virgin ground never broke and dawn's awakening in tired bones felt. Can one ever know, why nights are oft feared morn's clear calls are refused, even dreaded as if dawn's open arms have disappeared and its embrace is somehow wrongheaded. Had I never climbed that first tall oak tree Who or what on this earth would I now be? Robert J. Lindley , 8-19-2017 Sonnet,( Why our children must dare to first do) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 NOW EDITED AND FINISHED. THIS IS THE FINAL VERSION..-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 210] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-21-2017 06:11 AM Inking Bold Words, In A Desperate Hour If thee finds agony in a desperate hour, pain from violence invades thy dear, sweet peace. Summon up thy inner fighting spirit, its power admire massive destruction of evil in its release. Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2017 (Never too old to fight) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 211] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-24-2017 08:39 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 Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 320 Total # Words: 250 ************************************************************************* 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 212] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-26-2017 05:05 PM Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field (A Tribute) Tough as nails young man with a red right hand red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood. Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land quick temper, power of a surging flood. Seeker of life, its promised mysteries rash gambler with all he would ever own. Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas toughest warrior his town had ever grown. Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead buried on ground scared and battle blasted. Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed fools marching to death, long as it lasted. Now flowers cover up and Time denies scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies. R.J. Lindley April 23rd, 1975 SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY) Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 . Note- added - 8-26-2017 Wiki- The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front. The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies. -------------------------------------- Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago.. Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 213] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-27-2017 09:44 AM A Long And Slow Walk In Abject Blindness Why in life do we continue to trust is it folly and fear that yes we must? Some sense, that we must trust to learn to love fit welcomed hand in warm comforting glove. Yet trust once crushed and savagely broken is far worse than words angrily spoken. Hold this thought, on mankind's abject blindness embrace of world's lusts, devoid of kindness. Futility in trying to gain peace for sweet is that illusion's promised release. Yet massively huge are its pains and scars by way of that greatest folly of wars. Learn to live well, seeking truth's golden keys Asking, are men just fish, in huge, dark seas? Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2017 Sonnet (Blindness and Man's Futile Paths Too Oft Taken) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 108 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 214] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-30-2017 07:21 AM Darkness Finds Defeat When Hope Truly Lives from my (Words To Heed, When Darkness Invades) O lost sheep, were will thy lonely path lead through briars and brambles to a dark place. In saddest of dreams, a white-rose will bleed darkness gifts pains from imagined disgrace. Look to sun and brightest light ever shone through eyes, new born, renewed by open heart. Darkness casts lies, which we need not atone oft destroys wisdom decent life imparts. O lost sheep, bray thee not for thy sad plight rather learn, see this world's temporal veil. Use soul's inner eyes to deep darkness fight for embraced blindness oft leads to more hell. When lost and wandered far off beaten track. Welcome new dawn's first lights, find your way back. Robert J. Lindley, 8-30-2017 Sonnet. from my ( Words to Heed, When Darkness Invades ) Syllables 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 111 Recently swore to stop writing. Takes something immensely powerful to ever make me break an oath.. This morn, such made itself known and did so in an unusual and powerful way. The message in this poem, will reach some needed souls... As will the message, that coming darkness may temporarily destroy, but never wins when hope and faith combine. A single ray of light shatters it completely... --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 215] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-31-2017 12:32 PM When Black-Sword Is Plunged, Up To The Hilt Echoes from caverns dark and deep our cherished dreams die, so we weep. No music heard, can this defeat dark tracks left, where shadow ones meet. Tho' we may deny blame and guilt black-sword plunged, up to the hilt. What of that cool wind whistling by or that bright sun in bluest sky? Can we regain sight of such gifts embrace love's truth, that so uplifts? Echoes from caverns dark and deep our cherished dreams die, so we weep. No music heard, can this defeat dark tracks left, where shadow ones meet. Do we turn deaf ears to dove's call Nature showing beauty, love's all? Touch red roses, see not red mark not graves of beloved dead? Can we again, see dawn's bright glow in our recovery thus grow? Shall we walk blindly in our pride our life mistakes cleverly hide? Echoes from caverns dark and deep our cherished dreams die, so we weep. No music heard, can this defeat dark tracks left, where shadow ones meet. In days of youth, we felt great hopes saw life's worth, without microscopes. Future days were gems to be had worried worries, only when sad. Such promise we should seek again selfish desires try to restrain. Life and Hope both walk hand in hand thus, dark echoes one can withstand. Robert J. Lindley, 8-31-2017 (Rhyme in eights) ( Life and Hope both walk hand in hand ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 272 Total # Words: 218 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 216] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-31-2017 01:47 PM Your poems are really bad. An opinion that you have every right to civilly express. Of course , would be great if you could give me pointers on why.. . After all, poetry is a very personal and subjective art form.. Where I get many accolades at poetry sites, I myself make no great claims to being a top poet. Would be a boon to me if you could give me great advice on my errors in writing. Of course if done in a civil way, since this creative writing sub-forum is not for debate, rancor or to be used as just another avenue to attack --any-- member on this site.. I welcome poems that you yourself have written and hope to see them here..--- Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 217] Author : Drummond Date : 08-31-2017 07:00 PM An opinion that you have every right to civilly express. Of course , would be great if you could give me pointers on why.. . After all, poetry is a very personal and subjective art form.. Where I get many accolades at poetry sites, I myself make no great claims to being a top poet. Would be a boon to me if you could give me great advice on my errors in writing. Of course if done in a civil way, since this creative writing sub-forum is not for debate, rancor or to be used as just another avenue to attack --any-- member on this site.. I welcome poems that you yourself have written and hope to see them here..--- Tyr Hi Tyr .... tried to message you, but am getting a 'has exceeded their stored private messages quota' notification .. could you have a bit of a clearout ? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 218] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-31-2017 08:05 PM Hi Tyr .... tried to message you, but am getting a 'has exceeded their stored private messages quota' notification .. could you have a bit of a clearout ? Ok, I just cleared out many old messages, should be fine now amigo.... WHATS UP?? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 219] Author : Drummond Date : 09-01-2017 05:38 AM Ok, I just cleared out many old messages, should be fine now amigo.... WHATS UP?? Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Nothing's 'up', as such. Thanks for the clearout ... PM sent, check your Inbox ... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 220] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-03-2017 10:03 AM Attached Notes: Old Note- Deleted, too personal and written for family after my demise. New Note (Sept 3, 2017)- I edited only one verse in this poem, changed the word -"desperate" - to - "pleading"- . Tossed a coin on that decision.... I always face a hard decision , about how much to edit my older works(or even edit at all), especially those going back 25/46 years.... Remembering Sweet Dawns And Verdant Greens When rose-covered days grace thy waning years thee hast great courage to face thy great fears; summon up thy treasures by mere thought celebrate past life for love, all it has wrought. Remembering sweet dawns and verdant greens gems of youth and wonders found in thy teens; nights of peace, many good times with thy friends future promise, waiting thy step around the bends! Of treasured HOPE- this great truth beware thy life is walking steps up winding stairs; love and joy, both oft come from wizened footfalls thus be true to thy inner spirit's pleading calls! When rose-covered days grace thy waning years thee hast great courage to face thy great fears; summon up thy treasures by mere thought celebrate past life for love, all it has wrought. Robert J. Lindley, 11-16- 2002 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 I am currently working on a very long poem(will take maybe a couple weeks more to complete), so I searched and found this old one to present today. Which was written 15 years ago, when I was a very young 48 years old. Hope you find it enjoyable and/or interesting reading my friends. -Tyr **************************************************** EDIT TO ADD NEW POEM. This new poem written today, after reading some of Lord Byron's poetry.. and last night, on a poetry site, my reading a poem about Achilles death...-Tyr My "Helen", Had No Need To Burn A Troy I beg, radiant beauty never burns as did that of Helen of Troy. Risk I take, for such love forever yearns even should I be but her toy! With one kiss, she turned this sad life around first touch, waves of warm heat felt. Even her soft smile, with no uttered sound caused deepest bliss, with true heart melt. Awestruck by the gentleness, loving eyes my soul begged, join her in life. Living, we under paradise skies with great joy, now she is my wife! Gained, dearest of treasure - our little boy My "Helen", had no need to burn a Troy. Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2017 Sonnet, (Lin, 10,8) , (Dedication/Tribute to Byron's-- "She Walks In Beauty" and the beauty of Homer's-- "" Helen of Troy"), also inspired by my romance of, and blissful life with my beautiful wife, my darling Riza.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 221] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-04-2017 09:14 AM Too busy to write early this morn. Found this old poem. Did a couple minor edits and here it is.. Hope it may be good enough to read, think about and even enjoy.. I know, thinking about sweet justice being delivered to tyrants always makes me smile..-Tyr On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons O foolish king, sitting on hollow throne thy lost kingdom so dark, thee sits alone. Embrace thy greed, measured in stolen gold destroying people with your lies so bold. O foul villain, in false pride laboring greater evil thy own destruction brings. Thy henchman, voices rarely taboring singing false praise to their cowardly king. O hideous dragon, thee shall find death power will be taken from fangs and claws. Cry , when fire is removed from thy breath and silky-smooth is made thy wicked paws. In thy deserved death, innocence is spared scales of justice, the two hast been compared! R.J. Lindley, April 24th, 1973 SONNET, (On justice being delivered to tyrants and dragons) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 222] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-05-2017 02:27 PM Smothered By Love, Imprisoned By Decree Forever thus bound by love's deepest vow living life, well wrapped in soft velvet chains. Time may yet demand, freedom's walk but how when washed night and day, by love's falling rain? Can one unshackle, when chains are skin deep or rip and tear away from such beauty? Oft such thoughts can make even a man weep for failure in life and in his duty. Those velvet chains tho' soft, are apt to pain as one's inner soul, they too deeply bound. Something about it goes against the grain much as screeching chalk on board's grating sound. When love so dominates a lover's soul as to bind, his spirit in agony. Hath it not thus, defeated its truest goal savaged all, while birthing his misery? R.J. Lindley, July 26th, 1973 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Note- Edited.. 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: 125 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 223] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-05-2017 04:33 PM Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field (A Tribute) Tough as nails young man with a red right hand red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood. Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land quick temper, power of a surging flood. Seeker of life, its promised mysteries rash gambler with all he would ever own. Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas toughest warrior his town had ever grown. Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead buried on ground scared and battle blasted. Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed fools marching to death, long as it lasted. Now flowers cover up and Time denies scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies. R.J. Lindley April 23rd, 1975 SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY) Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 . Note- added - 8-26-2017 Wiki- The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front. The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies. -------------------------------------- Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago.. Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.--Tyr Found this today.. Wanted to add to this tribute poem... Link has video... --Tyr http://globalnews.ca/news/2333770/handwritten-copy-of-in-flanders-field-remains-in-montreal-archives/ Handwritten copy of ‘In Flanders Fields’ remains in Montreal archives By Mike Armstrong and Nick Logan Global News WATCH ABOVE: Canadian field surgeon John McCrae wrote "In Flanders Fields" 100 years ago. He composed it on the battlefield near Ypres, Belgium. There are only three copies of the poem that were handwritten by McCrae. One is in Montreal. Mike Armstrong takes an Afghanistan veteran along to see. A A MONTREAL — There is nothing poetic about war, but there is a long tradition of writing about the futility of war and the loss of life. In Flanders Fields is perhaps the best-known poem and one that Canadians across the country recall when they pay tribute to the fallen each year on Remembrance Day. John McCrae, a doctor from Guelph, Ont., wrote it 100 years ago while he was serving in Belgium during the First World War. Today, there are only three handwritten copies of In Flanders Fields penned by McCrae himself. One of them is part of a collection in the archives of McGill University’s medical library, in Montreal. It’s been there since 1921, three years after McCrae died. It’s taken out from time to time, for the odd exhibit, or to be loaned to international museums. READ MORE: How technology is helping Afghan veteran Trevor Greene defy odds to walk again McCrae was 42 years old when he wrote his famous poem. He was working in a field hospital close to the front lines during the second battle of Ypres. It was the dawn of industrialized warfare. New technologies were raining down death on a scale the world had never seen before. “You’re seeing heavy artillery, machine guns and gas attacks,” says military historian David O’Keefe. “These types of weapons leave hideous marks — not only on your body, but on your soul and on your mind.” It was in the middle of that misery that McCrae lost a friend, a man named Alexis Helmer, on May 2. Helmer was hit with a mortar and blown to pieces. McCrae was part of a team that picked up the body parts in burlap bags. It was on May 3, after Helmer’s funeral, that McCrae put pen to paper and wrote In Flanders Fields. “This is a man paying homage to his friend, not thinking about the impact that this would have,” says O’Keefe. “As a work of Canadian literature, I can’t think of anything that’s had more of an impact on the world than this particular poem.” WATCH: In Flanders Fields is read at the Calgary Military Museum The copy in the McGill archives was sent by McCrae to a friend in Montreal just a few months after it was published in Punch magazine on Dec. 8, 1915. READ MORE: Silver Cross mother remembers soldier son who died doing what he felt was right McCrae gave Canada, and the world, the poppy as a symbol of sacrifice. But he also gave soldiers an occasion to reflect. Master Cpl. Eric Washburn says each time he hears it recited, he spends that time remembering the friends he lost in Afghanistan. “Brian Collier, Martin Goudreault and Sgt. Jimmy MacNeil,” said Washburn, a member of the Canadians Grenadier Guards. “Those are the faces that come to mind.” All three of those soldiers died within weeks of each other in 2010 and all were killed by improvised explosive devices (IEDs): Goudreault was 35 when he was killed by an IED on June 6, 2010; MacNeil, 28, was killed just 15 days later; Collier died at the age of 24 on July 20. “They’re talking through that poem and I feel like I hear them in that poem,” Washburn said. Seeing the poem in person, he was left with a feeling he didn’t expect — the desire to say “thank you” to John McCrae. When Washburn saw an original handwritten copy of the poem in person, at the McGill archives, he was left with a feeling he didn’t expect — the desire to say “thank you” to John McCrae. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 224] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-06-2017 10:29 AM As She Wrecks Her Havoc Upon Each, One And All When she has so wounded, this face no longer smiles will this heart crumble and my bones be stacked in piles? Can my soul, imprisoned in such well of dismay find greater courage, to withstand all and here stay? When she has beaten me, all has been said and done will that be in a craze, life no longer be fun? What of shining moon and stars that light bright this world will they too be bound and into that darkness hurled? After she has done her best, cut with sharpest blades sent to early rest, see that all memory fades. Will she be proud, of that heap of pains inflicted another spirit so wounded and thus evicted? As she wrecks her havoc upon each, one and all Will justice cause her end, be in a fiery ball? R.J. Lindley Sonnet, (My first sonnet in twelve) Old Note- (She- this savage world- that so delights in hammering us, one and all, "can this dark world ever change and thus avoid its future, fiery Fate?") New Note- Exact date unsure, place in old journal suggests that the year was back in late 72 or in early 73. DECIDED TO NOT EDIT, PRESENT AS FIRST COMPOSED.. Again question must be asked- "can this dark world ever change and thus avoid its future, fiery Fate?" Poem Syllable Counter Results 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: 138 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 225] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-08-2017 06:56 PM Working On A Georgia Chain-Gang Iron chains rattling while you work, Prison a place, you dare not shirk You labor is done without gain the cause, to remove your bad stain. Under hot July baking sun; Those leg chains say you can not run, Sing in tune, rocks split by hammer Do your hard time, in Big Slammer. Nights, dream of the gal left behind, Praying some guy she does not find. Release your pain but hold your tongue Else big boss, your bell will have rung. Blisters and sweat serve as your pay; Stay alive, live another day, Keep broke heart calm and head down low When freedom comes, away you go. R.J. Lindley, October 9th, 1973 Note--Written and sent to my older friend that moved to Georgia and managed to end up in prison there. He got out, moved to Florida and worked on fishing boat. I lost contact after that but he sent a letter soon after his release saying when he got the letter in prison and read the poem- he wished that I was there, so that he could ring my neck. I NEVER FOUND OUT IF HE WAS JOKING OR NOT...--:laugh::laugh::laugh: Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 226] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-12-2017 07:44 AM Look Inside, There True Courage Oft Awaits When heartache's sorrows can not be denied your world is black and your dreams have all died, you walk this realm in a malignant haze each turn you take, leads deeper in the maze! Look inside, there true courage oft awaits strong enough to beat, even hands of fate! When rain and storms, follow you day and night spirit no longer finds the will to fight, know that life places such trials of fire to greater strength build and thus, hope inspire! Look to dawn, its greater promise of new to clear the air, restore your faith in you! When that morn, all returns to joyous sights you dance with glee, forget terrible frights, snatch onto truth in its victory race give your thanks for Hope and its saving grace. Look back, at cause for your blind ordeal remembering life is great, love is real! Look inside, there true courage oft awaits strong enough to beat, even hands of fate! Look inside, there true courage oft awaits strong enough to beat, even hands of fate! Look inside, there true courage oft awaits strong enough to beat, even hands of fate! Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2017 Rhyme,( Hope and Strength of the Human Spirit) Syllables Per Line: 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: 240 Total # Words: 190 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 227] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-13-2017 07:16 AM Where Hanging Weeping Willows Grow Clear stream where weeping willow's grow. Beyond small valleys and the hills. She puts on a cool - summer's show Before winter's first cold chills. Beneath beaming moon, on she flows It's falling rays dancing in tune. It's banks weeping willows hang low Majestic site in month of June. Soft summer breeze blows through the trees blows Whispering calls from long ago. Branches low moving to and fro Keeping green willows swaying slow. Of this stream that the willows flank. I see spread out here before me. Soft midnight dance upon the banks Held captive by this beauty free. I stand there silent in a trance. Robert J. Lindley and Edward McCall 9-13-2017. Note- Thank you my friend for requesting that I do this collaboration with you. I enjoyed this collaboration very much. Always an honor for me to write with young talented poets. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 228] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-14-2017 10:34 AM New Morn's Sun In Sky So Brilliantly Blue Was she a shadow beauty, faded and lost, last year's crop stubble tilled underneath? True, eyes no longer shine as morn bright frost, her smile no longer showing pearly white teeth. What tremendous havoc has Time dared to wreck upon cheeks, chin and supple breasts that now sag? Each day she saw in her mirror as she inspects, huge wrinkles like that of a old, crumpled bag. Yet her heart, her heart remained true and kind her soft soul yet yearned for great love anew. Would such golden treasure she ever again find after her beauty, that Time had sought to undue? Yet when love came, she found despair had gone for its power and gift was to her beauty renew. For her new love, his love-light upon her shone, she was new morn's sun in sky so brilliantly blue! R.J. Lindley, November 7th, 1971 Old Note: Subject-- (True Beauty Is Timeless) New Note, 9-14-2017: ---- (True Beauty Is Timeless) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 229] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-15-2017 01:50 PM Well, here it is. I have been toying with the idea to write this for about two weeks now. Finally sat down this morn and banged it out. Truth is, I lived like a wild rampaging mustang once and make no bones about it. I've never claimed to be a saint and never will. I was crazy for the pretty ladies once and saw no reason not to let them know. In that, I soon found that a great many of them(many quite wild themselves) liked the honesty and the bold wildness. Here it is, with just one read over after finishing-- no edits made...--TYR Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties We were young, waiting universe lay ahead too foolish to see danger or feel dread. What of Love? It was hungry and all around no need to ask life questions too profound! Coming from famine, love's gold was our greed we were starved stragglers in desperate need. When we gambled and lost, love turned sour we found dark little taverns in which to cower! Such was life, in past days of our hippie youth we just wanted to live fast, to hell with the truth. Consequences, another word we furiously cursed sadly they came, their bitter milk we nursed! Life was glorious that summer of sixty-nine days gifts, turned to night's wonders so fine. No worries, Piper need not ever be paid we kings of this world, thought we had it made! Future promised, tons and tons of the same we were ignorant of Fate's cruelest game. Time was abundant gift that we gladly wasted life was meant to be lived, loved and tasted! Then Father Time, stepped up to ring our bell life went from bliss into a living hell. Bills sent, we were forced to pay heavy dues walk over red-hot coals without any shoes! Nights soon found morns coming with such aches found we were not steel but glass that now breaks! Yet through it all, some sweet memories are gold although quite foolish we were also brave and bold! What can one say that has not truly danced felt fantastic bliss of being deeply romanced? Truth may show bad yet in our youthful pride WE THAT LIVED HARD AND FAST, WANT ANOTHER RIDE! Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017 Note : Born in the fifties, wild child in the sixties, once lived a young life to its full measure. Despite many regrets, there are so many memories that I now do so deeply treasure.. Even painful memories, now oft bring some smiles --for in that sad and much needed lesson-- I learned to walk upright and not too loudly bemoan, all those long hard miles! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 230] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-16-2017 01:43 PM Boarding Lost Ships Into Vast Unknown Seas Taking lost ships into vast, unknown seas sadly, with dark black sails set to full mast; sailing forth despite many urgent pleas to hold onto precious memories past. Gone, heartfelt treasures one holds deep and dear like wisps of smoke in a swirling whirlwind; struggling against depression and great fear of that deep abyss waiting at the end. Midnight waves arrive to wash life's slate clean with a silent blink they exist no more; so like grass, no longer vast, lush and green soon ahead will be just an empty shore! Tried, shooting vanishing ships full of holes rescue memories before they are gone; but those long shot volleys, take heavy tolls and cut deep into these old fragile bones. Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2017 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: 120 Note- The unknown , the horrors ones mind can conjure up are all there waiting for the time when clear mind has eroded into a weakened state and life's memories vanish to be replaced by those imagine horrors. The greater the mind's capacity for imagination, the greater and more horrible the terrors.-Tyr http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/29/opinion/l29alzheimers.html?mcubz=1 A Portrait of the Ravages of Alzheimer’s MAY 28, 2011 Continue reading the main story To the Editor: Re “Our Irrational Fear of Forgetting,” by Margaret Morganroth Gullette (Op-Ed, May 22): Two years ago, my grandmother died of Alzheimer’s. For more than a decade leading up to her death, my mother and I watched a proud, beautiful woman deteriorate into a state that can only be described as animalistic. The horrors inflicted upon her by Alzheimer’s cannot be understated. Memory loss was only a part of the symptoms my grandmother suffered. Crazed by paranoia and fear, she was haunted by hallucinations. She became violent; despite her tiny frame and size, her strength was at times uncontrollable. Her voice abandoned her, and she could make her needs known only through awkward gestures and noises. The fact that one in eight Americans older than 65 has Alzheimer’s is no small number. It is an epidemic. My grandmother required 24-hour care, sometimes by multiple people. My family tried to care for her at home, but as the disease progressed, this became a living nightmare for my family. And this went on for more than 10 years. Having witnessed the disease firsthand, I can truly say there is something worse than death. CARY RIKER Happy Valley, Ore., May 22, 2011 To the Editor: If only it were simply a fear of forgetting. Alzheimer’s is so much more. It is, in our case, a comatose state with eyes wide open and the experience of watching a kind and funny man become an agitated, angry and afraid person with no connection to the world in which he sits (because he cannot stand or walk anymore). Continue reading the main story Advertisement Continue reading the main story I truly hope that Margaret Morganroth Gullette and those she loves never experience the disease as my family has. I implore her not to use her public platform to minimize the horror that is Alzheimer’s. Our experience of it has nothing in common with a 96-year-old who can still sing (lucky her). It is, as has been accurately described, death on an installment plan. May she use her voice instead to draw positive attention to elder-care issues, including the profound emotional and financial costs of providing decent care. You do not need to minimize Alzheimer’s to advance such concerns. ANNE CALDAS Montclair, N.J., May 22, 2011 To the Editor: Emphasizing “personhood instead of debilitation” is not going to prepare society for the huge costs, both emotional and economic, that are fast approaching with the aging of baby boomers and the expected explosion in the number of Alzheimer’s cases. Photo Credit Garrett Pruter While we don’t want to paralyze society with fear, we must keep these issues at front and center, so that research into identifying the earliest stages of Alzheimer’s — when it will be most amenable to treatment — will continue to be aggressively pursued. That said, Margaret Morganroth Gullette is right to ask whether society should obsess over memory performance, which is a completely different issue. Forgetfulness, at any age, is normal. “Photographic” memory can be a curse, and marital therapists would likely find a “forgetful” pill useful. Ms. Gullette is also correct to say that age-related memory decline is “considered normal” and that it is different from Alzheimer’s disease. But implying that normal decline is necessarily innocuous, and that anxiety or medical attention is unwarranted, is irresponsible; it does not reflect the concerns of the patients with memory complaints whom I see in my practice. Newsletter Sign Up Continue reading the main story Opinion Today Every weekday, get thought-provoking commentary from Op-Ed columnists, The Times editorial board and contributing writers from around the world. You agree to receive occasional updates and special offers for The New York Times's products and services. See Sample Privacy Policy Opt out or contact us anytime While age-related memory decline may not be a harbinger of Alzheimer’s disease, for many people it has a real effect on their function, and safe interventions may be in sight. To suggest “Forget memory. Try imagination” may be amusing. But when applied to patients with Alzheimer’s, it is equivalent to telling a patient with paraplegia: “Skip walking. Try watching TV.” SCOTT A. SMALL New York, May 23, 2011 The writer is professor of neurology and a memory investigator at the Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons and a member of the scientific advisory board of Brain Cells Inc. To the Editor: Thanks to Margaret Morganroth Gullette for shining her light on the fact that not everyone who receives a diagnosis of mild cognitive impairment progresses to dementia. Studies that followed up mildly impaired elders for three to five years found that a large minority remained stable and about 14 percent returned to normal. No one yet knows why. DOUGLAS POWELL Concord, Mass., May 23, 2011 The writer is the author of “The Aging Intellect” and a clinical instructor in psychology at the Harvard Medical School. To the Editor: The ostensibly humorous phrase “senior moment” contributes to the “epidemic of anxiety around memory loss” that is cited in Margaret Morganroth Gullette’s Op-Ed article. Let’s redefine this toxic term like this: “Senior moment: (1) Any accomplishment, large or small, possible because acuity, confidence and gumption increase with age. (2) A memory lapse or other sign of ineptitude attributable to advancing age. Obsolete.” MARIE SHEAR Brooklyn, May 22, 2011 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 231] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-19-2017 05:05 PM Halloween's Shadows Hold Creatures To Fear From this world, do not retreat do not tarry yet of candy lust, be wise, be thee wary. For dreams and fantasy rarely come true but life's many troubles so often do! Heed wise counsel, hold safe thy own when moon is red and ill winds are blown. As midnight oft gives dark shadows to play remain brave in heart and quick to pray! Evil lurks, in hearts that have lost their way and tis true, one must fight, come what may. Same wicked darkness, came to plague Poe his harbored a black raven instead of a crow! With eyes wide open, you just may see soon enough to live, not die as you flee. Darkness is near, just waiting for All Saints Eve best you know and in its imps and ghouls believe. When you dare to walk into that dark alley remember head was all they found of Sally. So best to keep mom and dad very near For Halloween's shadows hold so much to fear! Robert J. Lindley, 9-19-2017 Rhyme, (Halloween's Welcoming Shadows) Note- Decided to write this one a bit early. I write a Halloween poem every year, since 1994, year my daughter turned 6. Next month the kids will be rampaging around neighborhoods seeking treats. And one never knows what kind of scary creatures they will meet.. I even remember seeing a few myself...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 232] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-22-2017 09:30 PM On The Spot, First Night's Romantic Love-Plea Come to me, let me cut your blues into For darling, I've lost my love, same as you. Lets dance, forget shadows waiting outside Nothing matters, except you by my side! Come to me, we shall bask in dawn's sweet lights My darling, we shall take heavenly flights. Lets travel this path and enjoy love's all My love, that is life singing, our love call. Walk with me, future bears us no ill will We have been hurt badly, both had our fill. Hold this willing hand, this heart aches for thee Fate and love cry, we shall both then be free. Let us walk, into our own paradise. Being joined in truest love will suffice. Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-1992 Sonnet (Of Lost Love Memories and Life's Tribulations) Note- And she said yes... but Life said, this shall not stand... 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 233] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-24-2017 08:49 AM UPDATE-- This contest has no been judged, this poem got first place. A shock to me having placed so high, after my having read the other entries as this contest sponsor always gets entries from top poets there and so many of those were brilliant, so well composed and deeply sensual. -Tyr Because Of Grace And Beauty Your Dancing Steps Made Where bright red in your dance dress, shows truth in your heart gold and silver lace my dreams of time spent with you. Tho' fate sent dark storms driving us so far apart, my memories are as bright as your eyes were blue. This world, swooned in time with your hot, sensual dance you sent waves of passion into my willing veins. My dear, your body, sweet music was your romance when you stopped dancing, we all felt such lonesome pains. I knew, you would defeat blues and return to dance floor and sashay as only you can do. For your great heart's loving truth will forever yearn to dress as a queen and put on your dancing shoes! This too, dances through all my wondrous midnight dreams those red flashes and turns that your beauty displayed. Such moments this dark world stops, peace reigns, so it seems because of grace and beauty your dancing steps made! Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017 For SilentOne's new contest..... 'Poems that paint a picture 3' Contest Info Sponsor Silent One Contest Name Poems that paint a picture 3 | Enter Contest Deadline 10/20/2017 12:00:00 AM Note From Sponsor No updates yet... Contest Description Painting byAnna Razumovskaya Hope the image inspires your muse. Free verse or rhyme poem, but not a short syllable one, please. Have fun -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 234] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-25-2017 12:16 PM We Had Time, Eternity Or So We Thought We had time, eternity or so we thought days of sunshine, picnics in flowering fields. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought on and on, our raging love forever builds! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. We had time, eternity or so we thought you with great beauty that would never fade. In life's great illusion we both were caught forgetting we were mortal flesh and bone made! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about that time we both thought secure those summers, when bliss came with the winds. We swam in love, its clear waters so pure treasured times awaiting around the bends! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about that illusion we both held so dear did we not see and hear its silent cracks? More breaks in our shield that allowed in world's fear with tragedy following up our well worn tracks? We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about past fantastic times of love's bliss romance and its magnificent joys we had. You and I shall hold onto that first sweet kiss and thank God for the blessings we once had. We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2017 Note: A look back , at fleeting shadows and morns brilliantly bright. At summer skies and love under moonlight and heavenly skies. At lost treasures, gems one can wonder at having ever been able to hold. At youthful folly, wild nature and ponder why some reckless fools live so long... And in all of that, still yearn to walk in morn's new glow and day's great promise.... ..... with hopes of wondrous dreams to come! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 235] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-29-2017 06:11 AM Fear From That Narrow Ledge Fear from that narrow ledge your bets you try to hedge, starving dog without a bone broken, sad and all alone. Pray Hope returns again renews courage as a man, night falls as day is done in you dreams away you run! Life thrills with pulsing beat you walk with your bare feet, forests you ignore the trees sail darkest of dark seas. Fear reigns while sleeping your nights filled with weeping, days of loitering and leaping your misery gladly keeping! Fear from that narrow ledge your bets you try to hedge, starving dog without a bone broken, sad and all alone. R.J. Lindley April, 24th, 1974 NOTE- The more that you fear to lose something(precious) the greater become the odds that will happen. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 236] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-29-2017 06:14 AM We Had Time, Eternity Or So We Thought We had time, eternity or so we thought days of sunshine, picnics in flowering fields. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought on and on, our raging love forever builds! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. We had time, eternity or so we thought you with great beauty that would never fade. In life's great illusion we both were caught forgetting we were mortal flesh and bone made! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about that time we both thought secure those summers, when bliss came with the winds. We swam in love, its clear waters so pure treasured times awaiting around the bends! We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about that illusion we both held so dear did we not see and hear its silent cracks? More breaks in our shield that allowed in world's fear with tragedy following up our well worn tracks? We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Yes, about past fantastic times of love's bliss romance and its magnificent joys we had. You and I shall hold onto that first sweet kiss and thank God for the blessings we once had. We had time, eternity or so we thought. In life and in love, nothing more ever sought. Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2017 Note: A look back , at fleeting shadows and morns brilliantly bright. At summer skies and love under moonlight and heavenly skies. At lost treasures, gems one can wonder at having ever been able to hold. At youthful folly, wild nature and ponder why some reckless fools live so long... And in all of that, still yearn to walk in morn's new glow and day's great promise.... ..... with hopes of wondrous dreams to come! This poem hit the number 20 spot on 100 best new poems of the month yesterday and landed as Poem Of The Day, this morn at my home poetry site.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 237] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-02-2017 08:03 AM Wherein Love Lost, Births Darkest Deeds Wherein dark, silent thoughts dareth to obey, Storms born from sadness and dark, storming seas,-- While innocent lambs kneeleth down to pray For great relief in divinely sent breeze! Useless later regrets, agonized cries, From those in darkness inspired wicked dance,-- Ever in misery hearts onward flies Agonies birthed to replace lost romance! Ever more! Cry for divinely sent breeze, To vanquish hurt and malevolent deeds,-- Yet too oft they are naked as dead trees Deep twisted roots of evil's blackest seeds! Reprieve exists, in far flung hidden ports, Shielded by seas of temptation's desires-- With these weapons great deceiver exhorts Deeper placed feet in hot flaming fires! In darkest caverns crying out in pain, Wailing epic sorrows born from acts foul-- What of innocence may yet there remain After their dark masters take their long bow! O' Lord! Can such blinded sheep be reclaimed, Cleansed of their wicked, demonic delights,-- For thy born earth they defiled and defamed With stacks of lies and pains of highest heights! R.J. Lindley, START DATE- August 25th 1972 Finish date, October 2nd, 2017 Note- This old poem was about half complete when found this morn. I edited that half and finished the reminder this morn. I guess taking 45 years to write and finish a poem may be a record. Yet I thought the first half worthy enough to continue. Subject of love lost, its sadness turn to bitterness. Hope you may enjoy this poem, its insights and its questions asked about Life, Love and Humanity. 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 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 168 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 238] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-03-2017 07:43 AM Are You Now, Free Falling, Like Heaven Sent Rain We hope you passed, free falling, like Heaven sent rain Are we ever to hear or see your like again? Sad sorrow arrives, as we mourn this world's loss deep For your music and talent we wanted to keep! Pride in your character as a great Southern man Truth in telling, I was one of your biggest fans. Looking down on life's seas from your higher white cliffs Honoring us with music and great guitar riffs! Now we face a darker world, without your true voice Your passing, we must face but not by our own choice. Musical words, you gifted us truth, hope and love Are you giving us that big smile, from far above? Tho' gone, forget you and your music we will not Who, who could ever fill your legendary spot? Friend, we bid you goodbye, remembering each gift Your spirit and life did oft, our lives so uplift! Robert J. Lindley, 10-3-2017 Rhyme, (Tribute to Tom Petty) Tom Petty died, 10-2-2017, This world lost this great singer, songwriter,musician and fine gentleman.. 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: 152 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 *********************************** Decided to go ahead and write this piece. I hope you may enjoy reading it and think of his music, messages he gave and the inspirations that were born from his talent being shared with the world.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 239] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-05-2017 05:33 AM Poem Notes: R.J. Lindley, June 11th, 1971 Rhyme, ( Mankind, Mysteries, Love and Life) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 186 Note- Although we are but a mere blink of the eye in Time, we are also true wonders in this vast Universe. For we are Souls that know the blessings and wonders of Love.. As I Ponder Life And Its Too Brief Span As I ponder Life and its too brief span- World's many mysteries and its dark shrouds, How came to be this great wonder called man; Between Heaven and Earth float fluffy clouds; Nature made to aid both with creations, Birth, Life and Decay are constant blown winds, Man lives for romances deepest sensations; In true romance that we pray, never ends. As I ponder Life and its too brief hours- Crystal dawns and sun's brighter warming rays; Spring's re-generations and May showers; How in Hope's just cause, patience always pays, For Time is too oft dear Friend or great Foe, Allows us to stay here but for a while; Some are ancient, others as fleeting snow; While man walks his path a few shallow miles. As I ponder Life and its too brief span- World's many mysteries and its dark shrouds, How came to be this great wonder called man; Between Heaven and Earth float fluffy clouds; Nature made to aid both with creations, Birth, Life and Decay are constant blown winds, Man lives for romances deepest sensations; In true romance that we pray, never ends. R.J. Lindley, June 11th, 1971 Rhyme, ( Mankind, Mysteries, Love and Life) Note- Although we are but a mere blink of the eye in Time, we are also true wonders in this vast Universe. For we are Souls that know the blessings and wonders of Love.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Decided to edit this old poem and present it today. Hope you may enjoy the read, I was very young(17) when I wrote this one(2 years after my father's death).. --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 240] Author : darin Date : 10-05-2017 06:59 AM That's beautiful. Makes me sad a bit - wish I had a close relationship with my dad. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 241] Author : jimnyc Date : 10-05-2017 11:05 AM Excellent, Robert, awesome for a 17 year old. :thumb: That's something I've been dealing with, wondering about as I get older, just how quick things can get snuffed out. And just how short our time on earth really is. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 242] Author : Drummond Date : 10-06-2017 05:29 PM This is remarkably spiritually inciteful for someone just 17 years old, Robert. It's also quite beautiful. Thanks for adding it to this thread. My best, as ever ---- :salute: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 243] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-07-2017 06:07 AM Excellent, Robert, awesome for a 17 year old. :thumb: That's something I've been dealing with, wondering about as I get older, just how quick things can get snuffed out. And just how short our time on earth really is. I guess we all deal with it at one time or another. Seems that poets deal with it more, as is evident in their many famous poems on the subject. I was 10 years old when my grandmother died and my father told me-- "son, we all die eventually. What matters is how you live your life and how you treat others. I want you to remember this and do your very best to treat others fairly and help others in need, when you can. Although good deeds alone will not get you into Heaven, they are a huge plus if one makes it there. Son, there is no shame because you cried, the shame would be if you had not done so. For at your age, you are not expected to show the strength and fortitude often required of a man in such cases, When I go, just think of me on a very long trip and waiting on you to arrive." Five years after that, he went on ahead and is now waiting...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 244] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-07-2017 06:15 AM This is remarkably spiritually inciteful for someone just 17 years old, Robert. It's also quite beautiful. Thanks for adding it to this thread. My best, as ever ---- :salute: I look back now at how my father's death turned me into a bitter, fight the world person for 17 long years and think what a waste. Yet, there were lessons learned in those dark years. And a damn lot of -poetry writings--... Others have endured far worse and fair'ed far worse as a result methinks.. I am truly blessed with the beloved family that I have and the time that I have left to be with them....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 245] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-08-2017 10:10 AM Spring's Rebirth, Heals Both Heart And Waiting Lands Upon dawn's golden rays, soft breeze floats its songs Songs of new beginnings beneath rainbow wings; Winging through forest lush and its hidden throngs Are rare and beautiful gems only Nature brings. Should my soul, feasting upon such wondrous art Firmly embrace those new dreams that are thus born; Savor food, and more Nature freely imparts, Treasured fair, that heals those oft lonely and forlorn. There within radiance, thrilling lights ablaze Spring's hunger- In seeded soils after fresh rain, Emerge new Life- blessings that gift and amaze Bringing forth, Love and newer Hopes hard to explain. In that moment- Earth, Sky and Heaven's wondrous Arts Birth aspirations that heal even broken hearts! Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 12 0 11 11 11 12 0 11 11 11 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 159 Total # Words: 112 Robert J. Lindley, April 15th, 1987 Sonnet, ( Spring That Births New Hope) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 246] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-09-2017 02:06 PM Last Of Earth's White Knights Advance Warrior Scouts (Part One) You, that plunder and pillage in your dreams, content to steal as you joyously slay, in dark caverns, hiding from sun's bright beams, cowardly, afraid of bright light of day. Warrior born of ancient woods of the South, Calling without fear, thy malignant soul out, here rest I, by thy dungeon's wide, black mouth, last of earth's White Knights advance warrior scouts. That chill, now spreading into your marrows, born from tales of destruction we have wrought, fear now joins in thy demonic sorrows with regrets, your sorry hide I have caught. You, that plunder and pillage in your dreams, content to steal as you joyously slay, in dark caverns, hiding from sun's bright beams, cowardly, afraid of bright light of day. My sharp blade your purple heart shall soon pierce in death's last throes, you shall beg for release, for we of the olden guard are born fierce with massive white-hot fires that never cease! I hear thy ravenous growl filled with fear, now your death shall come before first cock crows, with pleasure your death gurgles I will hear vengeful eyes will feast as your black blood flows! Vengeful eyes will feast as your black blood flows, when your death shall come before first cock crows! R. J. Lindley, November 2nd, 1975 Old Note- NONE.... New Note Today- I only remember that period in my young life, I went through abreak-up with my first wife. Seems to me I may have written this when drunk on whiskey. Decided not to edit it today but just present it as was first written. And my handwriting is just barely readable which indicates to me that, I was very likely quite plastered. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 247] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-10-2017 06:37 AM Edited to present today... a dark one, since its nearing Halloween , a somber mood strikes. -Tyr Requiem On Death, Its Fated Black Hand Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me, I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones. No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones. With regrets of missing family, my true love Waiting that day, preparing to defeat my fears. Leaving behind all, reminiscent and tired of Pray I, thy bitter pains, bring soul's welcoming tears. Knowing all mortal time is but a blinded leap From echoes of ancient forests of gold and stones. Moments of happiness begging that twilight sleep Dreams of magnificent love and its softest moans. Shall I fail and I give thee thy sought after cries I beg mercy, battles fought, with few victories Perhaps my folly was dear truth this heart denies Sweetly seduced by thy dark shadow mysteries. Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones. Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2017 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: 168 ************************************************ Death Of The Dark Witch On Blackstone Mountain (Part One of Three)(Evil Seen And Faced) As you live, for your Hell's hot breath exudes black curses upon unsuspecting hearts. Safe today, from well devised blind attitudes that man reap only what his soul imparts! No tales told, demons sent to slash and maim for today your kind are mere fairy tales. Some few watch and see within your dark game following paths of your demons nightly trails. In that great lair, where your wicked heart beats lay huge chests of curses you have written. By dark magic, innocent lives oft meet spirit blades, your wickedness has smitten! Weakness exists for you on blindness depend and on darker forces slavishly obey. With true faith, some set out to justice send your hideous face and black heart away! Death of the dark witch on Blackstone mountain some swearing even to die to achieve. They drinking water from Life and Love's fountain have sworn justice for those that now so grieve! Your black arts, are no match for Light's power nor the deepest courage its warriors gained For soon cometh that last black-hearted hour And this realm will be free from all you stained! Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2017 Note: A new Halloween Tale...... Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 10 11 11 10 11 0 10 10 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 10 10 11 10 10 11 10 10 Total # Syllables: 248 Total # Words: 186 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 248] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-13-2017 11:37 PM I Walked Shadow's Edge, Thought I Was Free When you knew me, I was not truly me for time and age had not yet soul remade. I walked shadow's edge, thought I was free eager as a child selling lemonade. Now I see beauty in earth, sky and trees for time, gifted miseries to teach me. I lost every new ship, I put to sea still blindly thinking that my soul was free. Now some say past is dead, regret no more I say friend, "my treasures lay there in wait". For my lost sails, searched for paradise shores thus I sought to deny, dark hand of Fate. Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2017 RHYME IN A HUNDRED. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 249] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-16-2017 10:38 PM As His Young Fan Stood, Terror In His Heart Coming home from war a different man his only son, by far his biggest fan. Yet horror of war deaths in his mind dwell death of his brothers, war's mad, raging hell! Blood and guts in war's horrific display screams in dying, as they began to pray. Helpless to save brothers, his dearest friends brought violent seizures, gut wrenching bends. As his young fan stood, terror in his heart nothing helped, no wisdom could he impart. Another war's victim stood there in fear so afraid his father's death was now near. With God's love and grace, he said, "son please pray" For blessing, you never face war someday! Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2017 Sonnet, (War Horrors And Its Aftermaths) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 250] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-18-2017 09:16 AM Once, When Darkness Invaded Peaceful Sleep There are moon shadows, moving out tonight, More numerous than sad dreams in my head- I call for wild horses to race from bed, Into calmer realms of vast silent dead! Within that place, silence cuts like a knife, And too soon I taste that old dragon's smell- Shocked to find myself in this ghostly hell Where lost souls live a muted afterlife! Now nightmare takes another darker twist, Doors appear labeled, fair, yes, no, and foul- Praying to escape but not knowing how Fear grips, for through each door evil exists! Aghast, at the decision which to choose, Emerging fire forces me to leap quick- Through first door marked fair, suddenly struck sick Confirmed, hell's choices one will always lose! Sick and fallen, I rise to find at my feet, Huge serpents with long fangs and evil hiss- In deep anger, I cry- "Enough of this!" Come on out so one us can meet defeat! Thunderous boom and wicked voice screams back You are not the first to dare challenge me- Each weak soul thought only of victory I've one loss, my many wins I've lost track! Now recovered and in defiant voice Righteous anger surging in angry heart- I vowed to tear that devil all apart Decision made, I leaped, his throat my first choice! On contact great power flew into me Herculean strength surging in each arm- In that monster's eyes, showed newfound alarm It soon whimpering, begged to set me free! Dawn's bright light streaming through windowpane I laughed at such a long and most foolish dream- But then, voice boomed out- "We won as a team" You know me, I need not further explain! Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2017 Rhyme, ( Nightmare Tales And Other Odd Things) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 251] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-22-2017 09:33 AM For Change, I Will Savage The World Today Alas! This life was not always so grey, so devoid of excitement and bright shouts. For change, I will savage the world today slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts. What of blackbird notes- Spring's waters and new moon stony trails and rain beating upon new skins? Crops flourishing in the sweet month of June or the lustful vagaries and weakness of men? Green moss, speaking from ancient trees fleet shadows passing forth upon grey walls. Black boots and old bloodstains, splashed to the knees beautiful dead horses and dark empty stalls? Alas! This life was not always so grey, so devoid of excitement and bright shouts. For change, I will savage the world today slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts. Lone mongrels and immaculate party gowns loud new bands playing with knives, forks and spoons? Big city blues and gossip in small towns cowboys drinking, spitting in brass spittoons? Deep crevices between low lying hills lonely nights that walk into door-less rooms. Burning August days and cold noonday chills brides weeping over disappearing grooms? Alas! This life was not always so grey, so devoid of excitement and bright shouts. For change, I will savage the world today slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts. What of rivers no longer flowing to seas gleeful celebrations of parched white bones? Sad black pianos with no ivory keys human agony with no wailing groans? Eyeless creatures waking from bloodstained beds hearing only cannons, falsely praised cheers. Lies gently stroked and religiously spread depravities, covered by thin veneers? Alas! This life was not always so grey, so devoid of excitement and bright shouts. For change, I will savage the world today slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts. What of screaming crowds and hope thus dismissed and shoes made for giants with toe-less feet? Or frail crying girls that have never been kissed, perhaps will never feel love's deepest heat? Diaries penned in misery and red-blood dainty fingers with polished nails ripped out. Graveyards with tombstones washed by winter floods with decaying bodies washed all about. Alas! This life was not always so grey, so devoid of excitement and bright shouts. For change, I will savage the world today slow-cooking far more than just Brussel sprouts. R.J. Lindley, Sept 17th, 1977 Edited and presented today, 10/22/2017 Note- I shortened this poem. Removed twelve verses. Reason is, far too many readers today ignore longer poems and often fail to understand if too much personal heartache, life's disappointments and harsh judgement is written into the piece. I have the original longer version well kept in my private journal. Is it better with the twelve extra verses and not edited? I have no clue myself.-- Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 252] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-23-2017 07:52 AM Decided to edit a bit this old poem. Update the old note and look back again at my youth--its follies, foolishness, wild ways and too oft miserable times! Such is life and we that survived it--if lucky, learned from it and lived to better ourselves, change our ways and find happiness.-Tyr Not So Long Ago, I Longed For Sweeter Taste Not long ago, I walked this world in haste not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste. Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul capturing again your heart, my only goal! Once before, streams bubbled and dancing moon shone not long ago, I did not sit here alone. That was once, when your beautiful heart joined mine our days of pure bliss, and our world was all fine! Once before, when pretty blooms graced apple branch not long ago, we swore eternal romance! Now deepest red Fall, illustrates our demise while we both hurt and wear our happy disguise! Not long ago, I walked this world in haste not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste. Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul capturing again your heart, my only goal! Once before, you love touch drove me insane not long ago, our love we swore to maintain! Yet now, our apple tree has found bitter root tainting our love, birthing sad decaying fruit! Once before, days and nights were our paradise that was before the sun fell, to be precise! Now shadows, follow our miserable path and now, we face love betrayed and its great wrath! Not long ago, I walked this world in haste not so long ago, I longed for sweeter taste. Yet now I, beg for words to ease my sad soul capturing again your heart, my only goal! R.J. Lindley, November, 23rd, 1977 Old Note- When such deep sadness, eats into wounded heart and brittle bone. Harsh reality bites deep, when one sits sad and so alone. New Note- Life flows forth, we walk our path too oft in gleeful blindness. Only after this dark world beats us mercilessly do we start to open our eyes and if blessed--change our ways! If sincere and dedicated, more often than not-- those past treasures lost, stolen or simply cast aside will be delivered yet again for us to decide to not be so foolish as to not appreciate and make the right choice! If we do, then that which was sought and blindly not seen will be seen, embraced and brings its rewards. In our youth we are too oft blind to the fact, we are the problem, not those that we choose to blame. Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 Total # Syllables: 308 Total # Words: 242 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 253] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-24-2017 07:48 AM Those Poison Arrows That Fate's Dark Bow Flings Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling dawn's emerging new mysteries abound. We walk through this world oft found appalling, with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound! I sit, broken man, pondering this thought, Nature beauty, its replenishing rains. Casting out nets, examining fish thus caught and why too oft we bring on our own pains! Why sunny skies can not heal broken heart, Spring's cool winds, sad memories that now brings. Why romance oft fails and lives fall apart and poison arrows that Fate's dark bow flings! Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling dawn's emerging new mysteries abound. We walk through this world oft found appalling, with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound! As I walk into cold and lonely nights lost crying feet -seeking out matching tunes. Finding more pains in those shadowy sights cast by long light-spears from dark broken moons! Always, I find I have reached our sweet spot, that hidden cove that gave us such great bliss. Sad memory I'd rather have than not of our time there and your every soft kiss! Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling dawn's emerging new mysteries abound. We walk through this world oft found appalling, with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound! Back home, I enter rooms without your glow bedroom there lays your latest party purse. Darling, that cut hurts more than you can know yet my waking without you is far worse! Tomorrow I vow to borrow new hope, write a poem to forget these crushing blues. Drink another stronger drink just to cope, with this dark fate and paying my sad dues! Crows calling, sun rising, day is falling dawn's emerging new mysteries abound. We walk through this world oft found appalling, with eyes closed and ears hearing no deep sound! R.J. Lindley, 1977 Note- Deleted... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 254] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-30-2017 08:01 AM In Her Warmth, Winter's Bitterest Cold Was Destroyed Saw dark world, while enduring winter's bitter cold no beauty in Nature as his father had told. Middle child, farm born and in its great hardship raised seeing nothing in Nature's dark wrath to be praised! As the Years and Time both began to his life teach more understanding into his young heart did reach. Forests and its animals he had come to love, with majesty of night stars shining high above. Gazing across fields of flowers, lush green clover dreaming of the beauty of her, one farm over. How she glowed when giving him that first kiss that day those sweet visits when her parents were gone away! How he found, with her love, world's dark he could avoid In her warmth, winter's bitterest cold was destroyed! R. J. Lindley Sonnet (12/12), subject, "First Love." August 22nd, 1968 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: 128 *************************************** Come every November, I remember winter's bitter cold in my youth(the 60's). And I remember a ravishing beauty, that brought warmth and light into a dark and sad world- even tho' nothing ever happened, more than just a great many kisses!! From my private journal, oldest poem written(age 14). Edited greatly today, as I changed verses to past tense, since this is a look back..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 255] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-31-2017 06:09 AM Fragmented Thoughts And Other Vanities Why do stray dogs bark very late at night do they fear man's greed, waking up in fright? Can dogs dream of huge castles, gold and bones show love's pleasure with deep, feverish moans? Why do birds fly patterns in sunny skies and oft decide to drop little bird pies? Or in winter neatly line power lines as beggars looking for promising signs? Could earth ever purge darkest realities avoid future death with sad finalities? Or wake to create another new season to slow man's greed and lusts, with good reason? Why do stray dogs bark very late at night do they fear man's greed, waking up in fright? Can dogs dream of huge castles, gold and bones show love's pleasure with deep, feverish moans? Could man's life, stand any more mysteries begin to learn from tragic histories? Or wake to see Nature and we are wed stuck together til one of us is dead? R.J. Lindley Feb.17th, 1971 OLD Note: There are no dumb questions, but there are many, many sad answers. NEW Note: Forty-six years later and still asking.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 256] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-01-2017 03:54 AM Woke up. Could not go back to sleep. So I wrote this dark piece.--Tyr poet's notes Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2017 (nightmares, monsters and this evil world's other dark gifts) rhyme-(12/12) Ravenous Wolf Will Not Thy Appetite Thee Sate sate- sate1 sat/ verb verb: Sate; 3rd person present: Sates; past tense: Sated; past participle: Sated; gerund or present participle: Sating satisfy (a desire or an appetite) to the full. "sate your appetite at the resort's restaurant" supply (someone) with as much as or more of something than is desired or can be managed. Ravenous Wolf, Will Not Thy Appetite Thee Sate Monster, from what black demonic lair, does thee hail with thy razor claws and malignant odor smell? Deafening, thy blasting that fear inducing sound racing up from thy beastly estate underground! Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state? Monster, when will thee tire of this sad, morbid game gnash and rip me to shreds, erase my cursed name? Come now my foe. Let us fight just this one last fight finally, thy wicked hide, i can burn this night! Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state? Monster, thee hast lost, when thy fear holds no power for this night, thy defeat comes in the midnight hour. Will thy evil howls turn into screams of defeat as thy crushed carcass lays at this true victor's feet? Ravenous wolf, will not thy appetite thee sate with thy piercing fangs buried deep in this dream state? Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2017 Rhyme-(12/12) sate- sate1 sat/ verb verb: Sate; 3rd person present: Sates; past tense: Sated; past participle: Sated; gerund or present participle: Sating satisfy (a desire or an appetite) to the full. "sate your appetite at the resort's restaurant" supply (someone) with as much as or more of something than is desired or can be managed. Copyright © Robert Lindley | year posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 257] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-05-2017 10:27 AM Rascal, A Vagabond, A Thief Seeking - Amens! I went into a dark room to pay for my sins rascal, a vagabond, a thief seeking - Amens! I dwelt there, lost fool still in disgraceful disguise truth can not be denied, word to the wise! Without gleaming mornings, noon-times or clear, bright nights flashes in ice-cold darkness, revealed monstrous sights. Hands chained, I walked barefoot upon broken glass I prayed for dawns and walks on soft green grass! Years flew by, rescue seemed an impossible dream hands tied, I could write no words to my soul redeem There were far more deep cuts than those upon bare feet for each night, dark monsters I had to greet! I went into a dark room to pay for my sins a rascal, a vagabond, thief seeking - Amens! If ever you find yourself in such a bad mess best to hit your knees and your wickedness confess! R.J. Lindley, April 9th, 1973 Rhyme - Subject, (A dark path once raced.) Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 10 0 12 12 12 10 0 12 12 12 10 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 186 Total # Words: 147 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 258] Author : Russ Date : 11-12-2017 07:33 PM Robert, I love this poem "I Pray for Mercy and a Tally Not Too Precise"! You put into words some general thoughts I have ever had. In the end, we all need to pray more for mercy than for justice. We always underestimate how much we're more in need of the mercy. :) Russ Today, I felt like composing a second and a third sonnet.. Hope you may enjoy these poems written in a more classic way.-Tyr Thy Kindness And Mercy Shall Forever Prevail Against light of a thousand moons thy face outshines gleaming bright stars and night sky's brilliant glow. Thou art sad heart's feast, upon thy love lost soul dines with man's well soothed spirit racing in tow. Standing in earth's darkness, you destroy blackened hues in perfect harmony thy voice rewards. With peace, joy and hope asking no repayment dues thou art true love sang by the olden bards. Against the massive plights of vilest earthen ills thy gentle touch gifts healing relief. In thy denying pain of Hades wicked wills man may find again life saving belief. Against dreaded death's long, painful and darkest veil Thy kindness and mercy shall forever prevail. Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2016 Sonnet- Lin 12,10 Word count-112 Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 156 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 112 ************************************************************************* 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 Once proud of both my fists, 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 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 136 Written for my Poem a day thread....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 259] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-15-2017 11:13 PM If Breaking Form, Enjoy Taking That Chance When you write your words, hell just let 'em flow open heart and mind, speak plain as honest Joe. Let pen, ink and muse dance and soundly jell even should it wake to crack somebody's shell. And should you find, moments of fearful doubt reach in deeper and just let it all fly out. There is power in truth, ripped from one's heart helping others to know, sets us apart. Poets should first sing well and then gaily dance if breaking form, enjoy taking that chance. For rebelling has helped poetry grow gifts are not all tied with bright ribbon and bow. Be of good cheer, hold on to life's great gift Oft greatest, is to other lives so uplift. R. J. Lindley, Sept, 12th ,1987 Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 0 10 11 11 10 0 10 10 10 11 0 10 11 Total # Syllables: 146 Total # Words: 120 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 260] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-19-2017 08:59 AM Deep Within Love's Soft Veils Walk, this new path with me- Within dawn's beckoning new lights, Where Spring's new flowers grow, Cool days wandering into nights, Long before the cold winter snows. Walk, this new path with me- From loneliness to love's great gift, Sweet words and softer touch, Wading into streams that uplift, While in love, dare we ask this much? Walk, this new path with me- Through flowing years and our great lives, In passion's deep abyss, content, where each loving heart thrives, sealed with, bright new morn's gentle kiss. Walk, this new path with me- Within dawn's beckoning new lights, Where Spring's new flowers grow, Cool days wandering into nights, Long before the cold winter snows. Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2017 Syllables Per Line: 6 0 6 8 6 8 8 0 6 8 6 8 8 0 6 8 6 8 8 0 6 8 6 8 8 Total # Syllables: 150 Total # Words: 118 May enter in new contest. Written primarily to try to break this dark gloom that invades my life.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 261] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2017 11:42 AM When By Love His Dark and Broken Heart Was Healed Her innocence did his cold, dark heart steal; FOR WADING IN DARKNESS, HE HAD NO SHAME: Only what he took, to him seemed to be real And mercy had never been in his game. Seeing her beauty and innocent ways; DARKNESS IN HIS BLACK SOUL CRIED TO THIS STEAL: Gentle sweetness and her soft, peaceful days Another victim for his lustful meal. Fate and Evil allowed his sad conquest; THIS TIME IT CAME WITH ITS OWN CLEVER TWIST: Day or night he found her dear touch the best And knew not why his eyes began to mist! Moment came, thunder and lighting was felt; GREATEST SHOCK, WHEN LOVE IS FOUND TO BE REAL: With this new turn, fire burned til darkness melt He felt shame trying such beauty to steal! Caught between new and true love and past deeds; He cried for help and to hold this great gift: Suddenly he found his new heart now bleeds And only faithful love, his soul uplift! Once darkness held him in its evil grip; There lay no room for love's hope and true light: In his sorrow he felt as a lost ship With no way to hold her and make things right! Then a voice spoke, saying walk your new path; Abandon your old dark ways and be free: True love found, you will not suffer my wrath Be true to her and true will stay with thee! What once walked in darkness, now knew true love; What once was stolen now a gift given: Mercy and light both granted from above And in truth's light, they both went on liven'. Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 262] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2017 09:53 PM Where Nature Too Oft Finds Itself In Mortal Chains What great truth doth dawn unfold that false pride rejects Is it the gleam of dew falling from red, red rose? Is Nature's great beauty, sun and sky both respect Or strutting peacock striking magnificent pose? Could it be fair winds whipping lake waters about As glimmering lights are cast on its sandy shores? Fish splash and turtles sunbathing with long-neck snouts Or early morning's rains that splatter as clouds pour? What great truth doth man's huge vanity yet deny Could it be, that man so stains Nature's true beauty? Man a beggar, stealing from earth's heart to get by? Pretending his crimes are born from love and duty? Could it be, man's deeds are at best terrible stains Where Nature oft finds itself, bound in mortal chains? Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet in 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: 128 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 263] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2017 09:48 AM Poe's Nightmare And Penitence (In The Spirit Of Poe) Her statue in the hall, moved ever so slightly, I saw this movement upon every midnight stroke- Alone, eagerly waiting for this dark magic nightly Shivers given, very addictive but sadly were no joke, Anticipation burned awaiting that movement refined For each night at midnight it moved just a bit more And sat I, there to watch as I so greedily dined, Upon the tender, ethereal flesh of my love, Lenore! As the darkened years swiftly raced into the mists: I prayed to the dark gods for mercy evermore, And Lenore's name was always on my pleading lists Come back, come back again to me- my sweet Lenore! Last year, that eerie, moving statue began to smile A wicked little grin, a grimace for to be sure My mind confused, for this was not in her style The movement and soft grace of my Lenore so pure; Aha! Could this be the spirit of the Raven gone? Returneth to plague and so vex my tired old Soul, Or my mind deranged from its loneliness trying to atone For a grieving hate-darkened heart as black as coal? Now the statue has made it from corner to the door, There was no creaking and groaning as it slowly walks Nor any of the great beauty resplendent in my Lenore Yet for years now, we've had our mystical, nightly talks! Last night the door opened and away she magically flew By all the dark gods, I cried for her to not fly away! Please stay and in this dark dungeon reside, just we two, Alas! Aghast at this penitence, my ruined heart to pay; Where once the sheer brightness of her love and name, Would heal my wounds and thus join us in bright light of day Raven! What hellish playing you've done in this wicked game For I grieve ever more, for Lenore to love me and stay! Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015 A dark and sad tale, written in the Spirit of Poe Poe's Nightmare And Penitence (In The Spirit Of Poe) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 264] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-01-2017 08:47 AM As We Jostle For That Next New Joy-Ride How shall we seek out our happiness now at this closing of this our darkest hour? When life brings on a dark so very foul no brave flag waves from this castle's tower. Only stench of the corruption below holds our dulled senses in disbelief. Multi-colored balloons, just for show in our deep blindness, we feel no true grief. Fields stretched in desolation galore barren yet seen with usual foolish pride. Seas foaming with sad and polluted shores as we jostle for that next new joy-ride! Shall we clap, welcome our coming demise Or seek counsel from some sages most wise? R.J. Lindley Spring, 1990 NEW NOTE--I have absolutely no memory of what event, inspired this old poem. Could have been a dark-cloud night and bad troubles long since forgotten. I am now quite sure if that is the case , I do not want to regain that lost memory. I could not write this morn--as the blues ate too deeply into my soul last night. Thus I present this old write and hope that some may enjoy reading it. Twenty-seven years ago, it was inked down on paper and now I have no memory of the why and/or the event that triggered it. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 265] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-09-2017 11:29 AM Another one written ages ago..--Tyr Long Talk With My Grandfather, I Should Have Listened Old man sat on wooden front porch apple peeling talking to me pulling weeds in his flower bed He oft had that wide eyed gaze, with its sad feelings of world's deep woes and battle cries in his old head. Oft would say, young man, pull that weed right over there as if my eyes were as blind as often his were In anger I'd pull weeds right next to it and stare wait for him to bark at me, like a surly cur! We played that game, talking around and we learned more about life and this world than we knew before Its too easily given treasures we both spurned and sailing rotten ships upon its stony shores. Old man would say, young man now you listen up close be careful of they that will lure away your heart they will eat your eager young soul, leave you morose that will be the wicked cut that tears you apart! I merely smiled, having heard all this crap before his words tho' true fell upon blind mind and deaf ears In romantic dreams I saw simmering love and more raging hot pleasures finding me through coming years! Now I know, his words given were wise and so true for those o' so hot pleasures were just deeper traps Each laced with sharper cutting blades and pits of glue my legs and arms soon bound with unbreakable straps. Now in dreams I see old man there apple peeling he says, you never learned to pull that one weed In life you sought to gain more in love by stealing but only found heartache making you slowly bleed! Old man sat on wooden front porch apple peeling talking to me pulling weeds in his flower bed He oft had that wide eyed gaze, with its sad feelings of world's deep woes and battle cries in his old head. R.J. Lindley, Sept 20th 1978 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 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 384 Total # Words: 316 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 266] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-15-2017 10:12 AM The Christmas Blessing Dawn he woke, frosted windowpane wiped to see glistening earth and how the coming day would be. Christmas season, his kids were ecstatic and overjoyed yet mom could not come, that their joy would destroy! Then he thought, leave that worry for tomorrow tis the wondrous season for joy, not for sorrow. A time to give thanks for sweet blessings one had embrace the season's heart, not be so very sad! Memories flooded forth, she was his greatest love a blessing, a true-life angel gifted from above. He could see her standing there, her beautiful smile she had promised, will be back in a little while. Again great sadness burst into his dearest dream "a little while", turned into forever, or so it did seem. Then his thoughts, were interrupted by a phone call she phoned saying, I am coming home after all. Overseas job had ended and she would catch the next flight She was in tears, know together they'd be that night! He held back, not daring to cry in front of their three kids knowing his company had done that, with its winning bids! She would never know, the huge loss it would take he did not care, missing her more, his heart would break. Kids were crying, hearing their mom was soon to arrive as if they had been dying and now they would survive! Dawn he woke, frosted windowpane wiped to see glistening earth and how the coming day would be. Christmas season, his kids were ecstatic and overjoyed happiest blessing for all, now that mom was unemployed. R.J. Lindley December 21st, 1977 Note- Written based upon a real life event. About a friend of my oldest brother and how they had their best Christmas ever. The mom came back from overseas work and soon found a much better job at home. The dad and was overjoyed being with his beloved wife,the kids in seventh heaven with mom back home and later it turns out that the high winning bid his company submitted to get the contract, still made the company a very hefty profit.. Who says, that hidden blessings are not gifted at Christmas time!?? Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 267] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-16-2017 11:21 AM Table Oft Bare, Nothing, Nothing To Eat Once he wrote until his tired fingers bled ink splashed on paper and oft long nights He a young poet, mind and heart well fed his Muse even sweeter with great insights! Cold nights with hot cup of coffee in hand he would settle in, do nothing but write Oft of this dark world, no more could he stand world's savagery and blindness of sight! Happy weeks, flowed poems of sweet romance or Nature and beauty gifted mankind Sad times his darker poems came not by chance but by deliberate thought to remind! Now ancient, his tired soul in retreat Table oft bare, nothing- Nothing to eat! Robert J. Lindley, 12-16-2017 Sonnet, ( On Old Age and Its Sad Sorrows) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 268] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-21-2017 10:35 AM Found this poem fragment this morn. Had to finish the poem, as my muse never relents when I choose to ignore her. Hope it may be of good cheer and uplift many when reading. As children are the greatest of treasures and Christmas truly highlights that fact, IMHO.--Tyr A Far Brighter And Blessed Christmas This Year Last Christmas, little Timmy was so sad and blue Santa brought no presents, had sent them all to you. This Christmas he was confident would be better He had found ink and pen, sent Santa a letter! One more day and a better Christmas would be here He knew in his heart and it would be of good cheer. Gazing out his living room window all that morn He saw carol singers, praise Christ that had been born! That night, while little Timmy slept safe in his bed White snow and presents, were dream visions in his head. In his home, mom and dad were wrapping many gifts Saying prayers for God's blessing that so uplifts! For Dad had gotten an advance on his first book. God blessed, a sincere prayer, was all it had took. Robert J. Lindley. (Christmas sonnet, in 12 syllable verses) Started 12 -03-1989, finished from fragment this morn- 12-21-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 269] Author : Russ Date : 12-21-2017 08:59 PM Really nice, Robert. When By Love His Dark and Broken Heart Was Healed Her innocence did his cold, dark heart steal; FOR WADING IN DARKNESS, HE HAD NO SHAME: Only what he took, to him seemed to be real And mercy had never been in his game. Seeing her beauty and innocent ways; DARKNESS IN HIS BLACK SOUL CRIED TO THIS STEAL: Gentle sweetness and her soft, peaceful days Another victim for his lustful meal. Fate and Evil allowed his sad conquest; THIS TIME IT CAME WITH ITS OWN CLEVER TWIST: Day or night he found her dear touch the best And knew not why his eyes began to mist! Moment came, thunder and lighting was felt; GREATEST SHOCK, WHEN LOVE IS FOUND TO BE REAL: With this new turn, fire burned til darkness melt He felt shame trying such beauty to steal! Caught between new and true love and past deeds; He cried for help and to hold this great gift: Suddenly he found his new heart now bleeds And only faithful love, his soul uplift! Once darkness held him in its evil grip; There lay no room for love's hope and true light: In his sorrow he felt as a lost ship With no way to hold her and make things right! Then a voice spoke, saying walk your new path; Abandon your old dark ways and be free: True love found, you will not suffer my wrath Be true to her and true will stay with thee! What once walked in darkness, now knew true love; What once was stolen now a gift given: Mercy and light both granted from above And in truth's light, they both went on liven'. Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 270] Author : LongTermGuy Date : 12-22-2017 09:31 AM Found this poem fragment this morn. Had to finish the poem, as my muse never relents when I choose to ignore her. Hope it may be of good cheer and uplift many when reading. As children are the greatest of treasures and Christmas truly highlights that fact, IMHO.--Tyr A Far Brighter And Blessed Christmas This Year Last Christmas, little Timmy was so sad and blue Santa brought no presents, had sent them all to you. This Christmas he was confident would be better He had found ink and pen, sent Santa a letter! One more day and a better Christmas would be here He knew in his heart and it would be of good cheer. Gazing out his living room window all that morn He saw carol singers, praise Christ that had been born! That night, while little Timmy slept safe in his bed White snow and presents, were dream visions in his head. In his home, mom and dad were wrapping many gifts Saying prayers for God's blessing that so uplifts! For Dad had gotten an advance on his first book. God blessed, a sincere prayer, was all it had took. Robert J. Lindley. (Christmas sonnet, in 12 syllable verses) Started 12 -03-1989, finished from fragment this morn- 12-21-2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 My friend Robert...Thank you for some great Poems! ....When I need some Inspiration.... I come to your thread and shop for needed piece of mind... Thank you again friend... Jack, -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 271] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-24-2017 10:44 AM I Did So Out Of Love, Not Out Of Blinded Blindness I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness, I broke down that massive gate just for you. I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness I fought that battle, so to our true romance renew! You are the depths of mercy in your kindness You are the beautiful angel that is fair and true. You are my deliverer from pains and epic sadness You are the love and blessing that is long overdue! I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness, I broke down that massive gate just for you. I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness I fought that battle, so to, our true romance renew! Those dark valleys and shadows are nightmares gone For into our blessed paradise, both our souls have flown! R.J. Lindley, June 12th, 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 272] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-27-2017 08:10 PM On Death And Its Mysteries Weary of life, no lingering death does he ask As hungry spider says to the struggling fly, I wait and proudly succeed at my assigned task And I will soon and gaily eat you by the by. What of the firm honor he had foolishly lost Welcoming dawns and her deep love on starlit nights? Had not secret winds warned him of lying cost, Flying blind, crashing into angels with no lights? Darkness invaded, true romance was never found Now in storm lashing seas, heart and soul both lost, Weary of life, he sought mercy, refuge underground And cried out, "Be damned its cold morning frost"! Death, was it not just another word for being free? Or mere rotting fruits fallen from an ancient tree? R.J. Lindley, April 10th, 1973 Note- Deleted. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 273] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2018 03:54 PM Having been sick these last few days, has taken me 4 days to write this piece. Now presented with no edits and may end up getting none..-Tyr As High Tide Washed In Its Treasures And Roaring Sounds (Death and Ghostly Pleas) I ran into the high tide and its drowning roar no more shall waking dawns find my waning glow There was life but I always wanted so much more not the false glamour or wealth made just for show. Soon as receding waters remove rotting skin I shall stride ashore, ghostly and with new heart No longer a failure among throngs of vain men where only death can bring another hopeful start? Will not new moon and hot sun then warm my soul summer breeze's flow ease this long panting desire O' spirit! Thank this, in death was paid the great toll to find her vanished love and relight dying fires. I moan in anguish, from low hills and distant bays for this estate is lonely, dark and strangely cold Doomed to vanish in brilliant light of sunny days as stories of my death children are often told. Her soul, I wander and search for each night in vain it is as she has now vanished from earth and sky My love, my all, of her nothing here now remains now I am again lost and ask the reason why. Bitter and dark, this state I in agony roam begging help and pity from night skies above As if dead hero from one of the ancient tomes sacrificed life and all for she that he truly loves. Dark has fallen, distant hills, hear a wailing moan a sad plea from lost lover once far out of bounds I see her, waiting at shore, standing all alone as high tide washed in its treasures and roaring sounds. Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017 Rhyme ( (Death and Ghostly Pleas) Edit- To fix a fix typo in the title... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 274] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-06-2018 10:50 AM I Watched You Making Fresh Coffee Early This Morn I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn, thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"! How on our first date you told me truth you wanted not the wealth that other men so vainly flaunted and with that faithful moral and character stand how later, we both accepted our wedding bands. Darling, this about you I know and dearly love you are gentle but so firm when push comes to shove, and in your heart rests an angel's sweeter touch your inner grace and deep beauty I love so much! Last night, you glowing in that dress of brightest blue, I know they wondered this, how I ever got you, with that this truly blessed heart nearly leaped out and you my wife are all I ever think about! I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn, thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"! Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2005 Romanticism (LIFE AND LOVE) Dedicated to my daring wife. 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: 192 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 275] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-08-2018 03:34 PM While Resting In An Ancient Orchard While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too have his heel Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel? Air so short, my mind saw new streaming lights About to die, I thought of our wondrous nights Years that had flown, how your image had faded Or had just my indifferent darkness me so jaded? Struggling hard, my last gasps I let out a vicious cry Why, why on this accursed earth must I now die And with that blast, a great power came over me I tore back unwarranted wrath and set myself free! Safe again, my tired soul asked the sky to shine I would sing and dance for this newest lifeline While dancing I tripped on a rock and downward fell Another sad place I landed but now I refuse to tell. While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too, have his heel Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel? R.J. Lindley, May 12th, 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 276] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-09-2018 09:39 AM Before Dawn's Falling Dew Wets Thirsty Earth Before dawn's falling dew wets thirsty earth Before morning birds chirp their first sounds Before the day eats its fill and purges man's soul A brief moment between waking and harsh light Exists in dimensions that hide from arrogance of mankind Sky awaits its orders from Sun's fierce hearth Clouds parade as if they want to sing and dance The Winds flow high, low, through and all around Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt Children sleep and dream of the sweets that life may bring Rivers flow, wind and bend to the earth's heaving chest Rocks cry out, "Break me , if your heart aches." Waters beckons to be drank, painted, splashed and sailed Mountains standing tall, cry, "Man thou art so small" Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt Rain builds and waits its own sweet time To gift a blessing or in rage destroy man and beasts with floods Man vainly announces that he alone is the mighty King While death walks with darkness hand in hand And Nature begins to tremble at destruction mankind brings Dew falls silently upon thirsty earth and plants joyously sing Trees stand regal and accept the dripping gift Life, walks blindly in man's massive greed and wanton lusts Future promise weakens as father Time brings old age Silent voices, wait in dreams yet to ever be found R.J. Lindley June 19th, 1982 Free verse(My first) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 277] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-12-2018 08:06 AM To Find Her Again That summer he was a waste, his heart held ransom she was, ravishing goddess holding the key knew not. He never thought of himself as special or handsome but his heart so truly loved her and that was a lot! One night she came to him and he knew it was so for no mere dream could such deep love give. In his heart of heart he saw her radiance grow and with that joyful reality he began again to live! Alas! Such deep bliss was never meant to be He woke, an undelivered love letter on the table. Outside he ran, saw her name carved into the tree and only then recalled, she was the princess in a fable! Sad and dejected, he went back inside, to his bed to find her yet again, always in his dreaming head! R.J. Lindley . April 9th, 1973 **************************************************** SO LONG AGO, YET I STILL REMEMBER THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM--TYR Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 278] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-13-2018 03:12 PM Until Gabriel Blows That Sounding Horn What of long treading years, in a vast wasteland spent, guilt for shamelessly trekking along on safe trails Was such the life for decent, true and brave men meant or vacant treasury of a sad life that fails? Do such mercenary lusts, placate such lost souls, where hearts languish in invisible prisons deep Is it best to live as burrowing blind moles or best to live our dreams when we are not asleep? What of sacrifices of those we most admire their many cuts and bruises fearlessly endured They that themselves put their own feet to the fire rather that walk seeking life boringly insured What of a Bowie, Crockett, Jackson or a Boone think they had such well known adventures without pain Life is for living, it is over far too soon be not those playing along seeking no hard strain! If not for such brave, hardy souls where would we be what freedoms and immense futures would we now hold True freedom demands blood from those who would be free which is why such great heroes stories are oft told! Dark world commands that we must for freedom defend our dear lives, hopes and magnificent dreams thus born If at such sad costs, to hell we must others send we should do so til Gabriel blows sounding horn! Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2018 (DEDICATED TO ALL THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN THAT HAVE MADE THIS NATION GREAT AND ESPECIALLY TO THOSE THAT SERVED IN OUR MILITARY TO DEFEND IT.) Edited and lengthened today from a poem written back in 1976. -Tyr Syllables Per Line: 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: 288 Total # Words: 220 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 279] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-14-2018 11:35 AM R.J. Lindley, Originally written, July 12th, 1974 Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires) Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled. New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true... Syllables Per Line: 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: 200 Total # Words: 180 If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on If Fate is no friend and pain is, dream on for Hope waits in dreams to give it's rewards If favorite songs have lost their sweet tone know bliss may await, in your future cards. If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on If love denies, that you exist, dream on oft love is elusive, fickle as Fate If years feel wasted and forever gone know life promises, " It is not too late" If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on If bad health and Death are inside your door believe that Hope and life can still joy give If failing, you always dream of much more know dreams can help, the final life you live. If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on R.J. Lindley, Originally written, July 12th, 1974 Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires) Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled. New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Decided today, to bring this old poem out from its hidden place in my private journal.--Tyr ********************************************************************** Presenting , an edited version of the poem shown above , edited by my dear friend, exceptionally talented fellow poet, Lin Lane... If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on If your life is a bore or seems dumb, dream on If Fate is not a friend but pain seems to be, dream on for Hope waits for us in dreams to give its rewards If favorite songs have lost the sweetness of tone know bliss may await in the next turn of cards. If your dreams fail to come true there is something you can do dream on, always dream on If love denies your desire, or that you exist, dream on Too oft love is elusive and as fickle as Fate If you feel years have been wasted, forever gone know that life holds promises, " It is never too late." If your dreams fail to come true Remember gray skies will turn blue dream on, keep dreaming on If bad health and Death have knocked on your door believe that Faith will guide you to joy it can give If you keep failing, with God build a better rapport Don't allow your dreams to die. They deserve to live. If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on Don't relinquish your reveries to hither and yon -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 280] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-18-2018 11:33 PM Broken And All Hope Lost, What Does One Do I am old, tired and I no longer want to write the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt! Where does eagle fly when its feathers are all gone into canyon walls crashing into a sad heap Nature may speak loud and although man may ignore we all end up buried and cast into white bones with our destroyed dreams and that eternal deep sleep! So tell me, what real Hope can you, my friends, now give that an old dog can chew on that is not crushed rock Lights are off, this cold hurts so and heat is not on Fighting for my survival and this life still live as the trumpet sounds and I hear that old tick tock! I am old, tired and I no longer want to write the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt! R.J. Lindley November 10th, 1990 Rhyme,(Where Dark Shadows Prevail) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 281] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-19-2018 11:12 AM I Beg For Words Of Solace, Both Soothing And Wise When dying red embers, cast off fast fading glows night's winds whip up early to send a colder chill I see in my dreams white tombstones neat in long rows and know the sorrow that hand of death will instill. I weep not for myself or my early demise rather for epic pains, my loved ones shall then know I beg for words of solace, both soothing and wise and their renewed happiness to forever grow. As those fire-red embers slowly fade away I pray for mercy and relief for those I love In my sad heart, I long for yet another day before I pass and soul flies to heaven above. When sweet fires of life are about to play out family and that love are what it was all about. Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2018 Sonnet, (On Love And Family) Note- My muse has beat on me ever since I presented an old poem this morn. Cursing me for being lazy and crying about my worrisome back pain. "Write something, you old lazy dog" , she repeatedly cried So came this poem, a sonnet, about my thoughts on the future night before I died.. Believe me she is oft a dark and evil taskmaster, devoid of compassion. Which is yet another burden, that I must with deep foresight and greater wisdom bear.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 282] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-22-2018 03:56 PM As I Walk Into Corridors Darkened So As I walk into corridors darkened so time is neither enemy, ally nor friend. Can not see birds but hear calls of the crows signaling one day, this sad life will truly end. Hold back my son, your heart now betrays the black invades body, soul and mind. Seek the wisdom and the ancient ways hear spirits from your ancestral kind. As that black door looms ever more near look back at a life and past liven. Cede not your joy into pits of fear for such acts can not be forgiven. As I walk into corridors darkened so time is neither enemy, ally nor friend. Can not see birds but hear calls of the crows signaling one day, this sad life will truly end. Robert J. Lindley,1-22-2018 (Where Darkness Lays In Wait) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 283] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-24-2018 12:48 PM Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall Deceiving beams from false moons often fall To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls Fall farther being so single minded. Darkness offers its own glimmering rays Converted into lights by epic pains When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains. Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken For relief waited, brings coldest chills. Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm. Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm. Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018 Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light) NOTE- Written from a message received in a dream last night. My Muse refused to let me ignore it (beat on me until I relented), thus I sat down and wrote it.. Hope my enjoy and even understand, that such happens in life. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 284] Author : Balu Date : 01-24-2018 02:29 PM You know, Robert, WHY I adore your poems? - Because you HAVE what to say and are able to deliver it in such a talent form. Thank you, my Friend Robert, for such a great pleasure you constantly are granting to me and mine. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 285] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-24-2018 05:36 PM you know, robert, why i adore your poems? - because you have what to say and are able to deliver it in such a talent form. Thank you, my friend robert, for such a great pleasure you constantly are granting to me and mine. i thank you my friend. What more can a poet ask for than for his poetry to serve others and bring joy and knowledge that helps others? A wonderful gift to find it helps your grandchildren!! --tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 286] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-27-2018 12:44 PM Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered") The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky Once seen, it would hold you like super glue Only with life cursed, could you find out why. There it hid, back in ancient forest deep, Lording over seven massive black stones With it's mystery treasures it would keep, Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones. Some few dared look at it under moonlight For tales told of horrific bloody scenes Some went crazy while others lost their sight As it showed what real horror truly means! Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried Only man to see its darkest depths before he died Fodder for dark tales written until his grave Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave. Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird! Later one man studied well, this haunting tale One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree. There was method to his madness and brave plan Yet others would quake if they had only known He a great author, poet and even braver man Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own! For twenty years he had researched and learned Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned He often visited with bright sun tagging along. R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 (NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Part Two, (The First Dream) now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten.... What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses. Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"? Can one foresee the message that is being sent Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint? Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true, While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you! Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light. Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap, Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap. Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep If not, then consequences would be sad and steep. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 287] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-04-2018 02:43 PM I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky When this life gets hard, I refuse to yield I go to rest in shade of poplar field- Cool breeze and sunny skies laughing above You think of you, and great depths of our love: Dear sweet echoes in your singing at dawn, Poplar field, its mother deer and her fawn; How Nature gave truth and wed both our hearts So wisely joined two such differing parts. Looking through tall trees and pondering why I recall, you named it, your bluebird sky. Nature found and truly blessed me and you, Cemented love and with its own super glue; When those poplar leaves flutter soft and sing, I see grace and beauty, know what it brings. Robert J. Lindley, 2-04-2018 SONNET, ( Love, Life, Youth And Nature's Truth Found In Poplar Field) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 288] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-05-2018 10:13 AM What My Muse Told Me Late One Stormy Night Poetry splashed ink, seen by blinded eyes What horrors! Words that makes one stop to think- About this world and its circus of lies Do not read, touch or even dare to blink. Yet a poet dares spend precious time Oft brooding, colluding and losing sleep Ink rained down, yes, in that abandoned rhyme To other's dismay, some of it is deep. Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show And dead-ink horses only serve to beat. Freedom never served, never seems to grow Dead horses stink and are not good to eat! Apples hanging red are ready to pluck Tho' orchard may only be ancient trees Why toss good fruit into the mire and the muck It is not as if locks never need keys Hold those horses, old Tex has more to say With his six-guns out and ready to blast Tex yells, "varmints best that you kneel to pray" Best do it now and make damn sure its fast! Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show And dead-ink horses only serve to beat. Freedom never served, never seems to grow Dead horses stink and are not good to eat! Robert J. Lindley, 2-05-2018 (Horses need riders and green pastures) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 289] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-07-2018 07:54 PM Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 188 Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death. Found again (and finished) this afternoon in an old poetry book. When A Poet Feels A Break Is Needed O at the times I swore to drop this pen, rejoin the multitudes of normal men. Those sleepless nights, this old writing hand ached, from sweat and tears, true poet can not fake. Times when being stalled gave me heaving fits and dark dream writing came from hellish pits. O the words I have splashed forth and cursed the rewrites and sad edits I have nursed. Why not abandon poet's heavy heart go back before this addiction did start. Turn to the light and life begin anew, hold out for better and receive my due. Walk into meadows, bright flowered and green look to the future as a bright eyed teen. Stare into the heavens on moonlit nights see and refuse to ink the starry lights. If my soul can decide to turn away, renounce this addiction on that fine day. Race into new life and as wordless man, give ink and paper an eternal ban. Learn to live without this deep blessed curse rest in my solitude and feel no worse. Should that day come and my mind so abide I'll forever, my inner thoughts thus hide. Robert J. Lindley Feb. 22nd 2017 Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death. Found again this afternoon in an old poetry book. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 I opened a poetry book found in a nightstand drawer today and thus this poem was born from the poem fragment in that book.. I had no memory of writing it but I saw that I had done so a few weeks after my mother's death. I felt it was a must that -- I FINISH IT TODAY AND PRESENT IT..-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 290] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2018 01:47 AM Now Too Old And Who The Hell Cares He was old, too tired and alone feeling sadness deep in his bones. Paper cursed, his pen went bad night was dark, heartbreak was so sad. Looking back, his life full of scars few he got fighting in bars. Now too old and who the hell cares that a poet's words he now shares? Dread, that deep dread that dark nights bring can poet words, speak of such things? What solace, can memories give when years are far too few to live? Ah, but this he still thinks of you true love found, found both of you two. Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2018 Sonnet (In eight's)( Dark night Echoes) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 291] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-19-2018 10:43 AM Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands. A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep, With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands. Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats, As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar. She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets, Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor. An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port, Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long. Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort, Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song. Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart, With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent. Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went. Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear" Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears. She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind. Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end". A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands. A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep, With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands. Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats, As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar. She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets, Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor. Am angel waiting for ship to arrive in port, Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long. Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort, Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song. Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018 Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 ********************************************** NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 **************************************** Edit, 3-03-2018- This poem won Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site, a few days ago. Also it placed 2nd IN A CONTEST. Beaten by a truly magnificent poem that I too thought was superior......-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 292] Author : Russ Date : 02-19-2018 03:43 PM Excellent, Robert. :clap: When do we get to see the rest? Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered") The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky Once seen, it would hold you like super glue Only with life cursed, could you find out why. There it hid, back in ancient forest deep, Lording over seven massive black stones With it's mystery treasures it would keep, Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones. Some few dared look at it under moonlight For tales told of horrific bloody scenes Some went crazy while others lost their sight As it showed what real horror truly means! Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried Only man to see its darkest depths before he died Fodder for dark tales written until his grave Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave. Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird! Later one man studied well, this haunting tale One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree. There was method to his madness and brave plan Yet others would quake if they had only known He a great author, poet and even braver man Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own! For twenty years he had researched and learned Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned He often visited with bright sun tagging along. R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 (NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Part Two, (The First Dream) now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten.... What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses. Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"? Can one foresee the message that is being sent Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint? Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true, While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you! Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light. Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap, Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap. Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep If not, then consequences would be sad and steep. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 293] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2018 08:36 AM Excellent, Robert. :clap: When do we get to see the rest? Thinks for reminding me my friend. I had written 6 verses , stopped to do other things family duties ,etc. and had forgotten to go back to complete this piece. This much longer, more complex poems seem to tire me out now, when younger they did not. Back than I'd write three/four hours nonstop to complete a 48 or 64 verse poem. To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn. This old poem is in the process of a major rewrite, so I am rewriting most of it to fit a syllable count, flow smoother and give greater imagery.. -Tyr. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 294] Author : Russ Date : 02-21-2018 08:41 PM To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn. -Tyr. Thank you, Robert. This post made my day. :beer: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 295] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-26-2018 09:42 AM The Prayer Strike me quick, should I dare to stray cast me into dark dungeons of disarray Cut this tongue from my lost ailing head weep not immense flow of bleeding red Steady my feet upon well trodden path grant me dawn's light, stay thy wrath In glow of greater ever brighter lights hold me safe through darkest of nights Stand clear with thy ever helpful sign to thy love and mercy let my heart resign Through my youth, bless my tender years walk with me, help me conquer my fears Shine thy moon and stars with deeper gleam that I may see and hold thee in greater esteem Touch my soul, let me hear thy heavenly voice that I may choose thy love, my only choice Shield me from this dark world's great decay hear this sincere prayer I now gladly pray Grant me refuge under thy Heavenly throne that in my death, I not remain all alone Hear this my weary and most solemn request grant me greater wisdom to do my very best In dark times allow me to touch thy hands stay the evil and rot of these wicked lands Pray I, my life has not been in utter vain for thy glory, I have striven thy love to gain As I beseech thee, see this my heart gift the blessed day we shall not be apart R.J. Lindley, August 9th, 1971 Note-- Old poem, edited slightly this morn to present. I was age 17 when I wrote this one, two years after my father's death.. I could have edited more but I wanted to keep it as close to the original- to keep the imagery, thoughts and tone of my youth and earlier composing. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 296] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-28-2018 06:25 PM Such Time, Images Cause Angels To Weep In a room, an ancient table sat, on it an open book An open closet with coat and a hat, a dream death and its look. In a dark house, silence that weaves and flows in its long halls, sorrow sings In its backyard, weeping trees full of crows dark melody, that death brings. In the night, its long shadows spin and play embraced by the moon's glows Darkness, terror that relieves bright of day fear, that nobody knows. A sad dream, Poe walks in his weary sleep Such time, images cause angels to weep. Robert J. Lindley 2-28-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 297] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-03-2018 12:25 AM Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018 Sad Sonnet in eights... Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained... Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Words: 90 ******************************************* When Epic Sadness Strikes The Heart She stood there, in the silent roar alone, in crowd of lustful fools. Invisible, huge hole love tore despite her beauty's greatest tools. As they marveled at her bright glow she shuddered at their ugly gaze. With great pain, she had came to know love's truths are hidden in a maze. Music, began to thaw her heart their song, the dance floor was soon filled. Brief moment they were not apart IN A MERE BLINK, HER HEART WAS THRILLED. Next she knelt, weeping all alone tears falling upon his headstone. Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018 Sad Sonnet in eights... Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 298] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-05-2018 01:32 AM Up Around The Next Bend, Walking Our Traveling Bones I long for those days when body was fast, mind was faster earth was a wonderful place and I was its master. Reality was what a youthful mind and soul made it out to be we yearned to have it all and still live our lives free. What wonderful dreams that fantasy world once held until the forest was no more, every tree was felled. Time was the great enemy we thought we could defeat we found we could not, even if we dared to cheat! Up around the next bend, walking our traveling bones no talking around the world on our handy cell phones. We said our sweet words to pretty gals face to face I regret sweet times that Time changes did so erase. I sit here, dreaming of wild youth and my distant past. Crying out loud- O' why- why the hell couldn't it last! Robert J. Lindley 3-05-2018 Rhyme, a look back (Rock n Roll Days and Pretty Gals) Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth.. Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs .. Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 299] Author : Balu Date : 03-05-2018 02:18 AM Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth.. Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs .. Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Dear Robert! Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you. :slap: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNB8CeNRE-w Reflections on a walk Today was the last bell in school And now a grown young daughter. About youth! I again thee ill, But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here. Going back to Tsarskoe Selo - Where transparency to light. Thirty years have passed after childhood, Already soul all the more difficult to undress Already increasingly want to walk Not at the table, and an old silent Park, Which in September is not hot, Where the young leaves do not promise, Where the young leaves do not promise. Already the old women seem to be family, And girls like dolls clockwork, And Mozart smile all the better. Leaving after midnight, neighbors, Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten, And the trash make it go in the muffler. In our home as a cloud wandered And glass with glass. We will survive the rain, I Yes you, the two of us. Already twenty years after school, The world and my friends are no longer young, Not spared us the trouble side. But the night is dark and day as before, light, Grow and children grow, Let our autumn will be in the spring. Ten years have passed after wedding, Already not rushing to visit at this time of night, And grandmothers come to visit Birthday time, and once the day of death, And the third time when the heart squeezes The desire for grandchildren to stay. Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding Friends, don't go, for God's sake, We are not to change. And let sometimes it is very tight, But we got accustomed to each other, Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes Let us not be ashamed of the old walls. In our home as a cloud wandered And glass with glass. We will survive the rain, I Yes you, the two of us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQtol2jX4sM Prophetic Get lost, don't know where... Wonderland looked: By cold, water In dirty rags Across the river, in a moment Walked as on dry land, man - Whether past his face, Whether in the future... Pasumarthy Meza, And blizzards are all circling... I the eyes saw, Heard a beat. Lonely and hump, Not my was fate? Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip Numb suddenly... Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. And the old man everything went like a dream, Powder barefoot, Whether into the distance beyond the horizon, Whether in the depths of the earth... And blackened altitude, And snowflakes, sing Charter, On it lay the camp, Yes not melted... Suddenly, in a ringing silence He turned to me, Sends shivers down my spine Icy wave - Looked at me... and slept... The old man, who are you? cried, And the old man laughed, Shinou out of sight. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Not believe my eyes, Wrote all in tears, Maybe all that was there, Imagined... But in the mirror, friends, Suddenly I saw it. Obviously the meeting that my Still prophetic. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 300] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2018 07:07 AM Dear Robert! Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you. :slap: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNB8CeNRE-w Reflections on a walk Today was the last bell in school And now a grown young daughter. About youth! I again thee ill, But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here. Going back to Tsarskoe Selo - Where transparency to light. Thirty years have passed after childhood, Already soul all the more difficult to undress Already increasingly want to walk Not at the table, and an old silent Park, Which in September is not hot, Where the young leaves do not promise, Where the young leaves do not promise. Already the old women seem to be family, And girls like dolls clockwork, And Mozart smile all the better. Leaving after midnight, neighbors, Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten, And the trash make it go in the muffler. In our home as a cloud wandered And glass with glass. We will survive the rain, I Yes you, the two of us. Already twenty years after school, The world and my friends are no longer young, Not spared us the trouble side. But the night is dark and day as before, light, Grow and children grow, Let our autumn will be in the spring. Ten years have passed after wedding, Already not rushing to visit at this time of night, And grandmothers come to visit Birthday time, and once the day of death, And the third time when the heart squeezes The desire for grandchildren to stay. Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding Friends, don't go, for God's sake, We are not to change. And let sometimes it is very tight, But we got accustomed to each other, Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes Let us not be ashamed of the old walls. In our home as a cloud wandered And glass with glass. We will survive the rain, I Yes you, the two of us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQtol2jX4sM Prophetic Get lost, don't know where... Wonderland looked: By cold, water In dirty rags Across the river, in a moment Walked as on dry land, man - Whether past his face, Whether in the future... Pasumarthy Meza, And blizzards are all circling... I the eyes saw, Heard a beat. Lonely and hump, Not my was fate? Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip Numb suddenly... Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. And the old man everything went like a dream, Powder barefoot, Whether into the distance beyond the horizon, Whether in the depths of the earth... And blackened altitude, And snowflakes, sing Charter, On it lay the camp, Yes not melted... Suddenly, in a ringing silence He turned to me, Sends shivers down my spine Icy wave - Looked at me... and slept... The old man, who are you? cried, And the old man laughed, Shinou out of sight. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Not believe my eyes, Wrote all in tears, Maybe all that was there, Imagined... But in the mirror, friends, Suddenly I saw it. Obviously the meeting that my Still prophetic. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Field, field, field, White, white box, smoke. Hair was blacker than pitch Became Silver. Thank you my friend. That is some great poetry you have posted. This last year since mother's death I have really started to feel my age. And I can tell my writing is feeling it as well..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 301] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-09-2018 10:31 PM Load The Six-Guns And Saddle The Horses Why spit away your wild young past, as the clown takes off funny shoes too scared to relive those wild blasts, afraid of some invisible dues? Can you look and not race away, hide in dark corners you create leave the safe path, hell go astray, be savage, enjoy meat once ate! As the new moon in glory shines walk into the deep of dark night, touch the fire, hell grow some spines yield no longer to childish fright! What Fate brought, later took away oft found, if one but joins the fray! Robert J. Lindley Sonnet (Load the six-guns and saddle the horses) 3-09-2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 302] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-11-2018 09:22 AM Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers, with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers? Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows. Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades, where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids? If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course? Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy? Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black, are we so far fallen as to never get back on track? If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall! Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields, march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields? When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries? Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds? If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers, with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers? Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows. Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades, where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids? If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018 Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate) Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one. May it ever be so for thee. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 303] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-13-2018 09:07 AM Into That Garden With Its Snow White Rose From beneath valley of shadows and rain she fled, bringing all I ever hoped to gain. Golden shoes, worn on dainty white feet the only angel I was to ever meet. Even her shadow cast a gleaming glow why she would desire me, I do not know. In her garden, solitary white rose grew its blessed promise only she ever knew. Autumn came and she became very sad tho' my bliss was greatest I ever had. I saw the slowness in her morning dance soon even her kisses lacked romance. When she plead, please just let me go winter had come, ground was white with snow. In her garden her bright white rose had died that night, on her tear-stained pillow she cried. New dawn, I found she and her rose had gone I walked into the woods to cry alone. Voice cried, "beyond the skies she waits for you, please be patient, time will give you your due." Then I knew, love's truest heart finds its path beyond earth's realm and its darkest wrath. Into that garden with its snow white rose find her dainty feet, golden shoes she chose. Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2018 Rhyme, (Golden shoes, gracing dainty toes) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 304] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-16-2018 08:46 AM Ten Penny Thoughts old log, huge bore holes earth, bare ground black with burnt ash highway bridge fallen Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2016 Haiku Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 305] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-17-2018 10:52 AM AUTHOR'S NOTES: R. J. Lindley, April 9th, 1979 Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars. Such dark creatures exist parading in human form.. New Note, 3-17-2018 - How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth, and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty? 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: 240 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Power Of The She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread. With such treasure offered truth becomes blind dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind. Each victim was a lamb led to slaughter once thought, no earthly power could halt her. For her eyes hypnotized and her kiss stole the power of light in the human soul. Time did not decay her soft winning smile deceptive illusion that would beguile. This truth I now know, I now truly speak she prayed on we fools and the very weak. Her touch and lips sealed with a dark kiss hiding thoughts of that one would dearly miss. Her admirers would praise her sex appeal, her next victim would jump aboard with zeal. Alas! I was such, I make no excuse pray I, these revelations are some use. Lone survivor of her destroying ways I sit alone awaiting final days. If should you met beauty that so allures know its curse, from which there are no cures. Never allow its touch, deadly kiss open your eyes and hear its snakelike hiss. Writing now but nightmares tonight shall come tho freed, I still hear its banging loud drum. She, appearing in that beautiful guise to deceive even worldly, and the wise. Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread. With such treasure offered truth becomes blind dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind. R. J. Lindley, April 9th, 1979 Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars. Such dark creatures exist parading in human form.. New Note, 3-17-2018 - How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth, and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty? Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 306] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-21-2018 11:27 AM Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread I've no problem with bardolatry fans their barmecide and oft humorous rants. Give me golden words not found in empty cans, not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants. Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit, creators of canorous verse that soars. Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit not with callithumpians that so sorely bores. Nor do I fancy to become a bichon frise, beholding to those with comminatory ways. Finding some will cut you off at the knees as a criticaster dariole for fugacious pay. Floccinaucinihilipilification, judged by Flews that chatter in morbid tune. Give me saudade and a sandy beach vacation with very little scrippage in the month of June. Aye, no snollygoster soucouyant will do, for my heart and soul begs sun-grazing songs. Not a superbious umbriferous critic or two, with the poet's soul this body truly belongs. Seeking no uroboros legacy my ink doth stain as a soulcatcher with a selkie as a muse. Alone, in this rawky terrain my life will remain for solitude and honor my poet's heart doth choose. I've no problem with bardolatry fans their barmecide and oft humorous rants. Give me golden words not found in empty cans, not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants. Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit, creators of canorous verse that soars. Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit, not with callithumpians that so sorely bores. Robert J. Lindley, 3-21-2018 Rhyme Note: Make of this what you will, I give thus and surely shall send no bill Yet in my poet's heart my soul oft grieves for the Autumn colors not the decaying leaves For the heart that yearns to write and truly give and the mortal soul that writes to live With inked symbols and a mind tired of toil wading through worlds filled with pride and hidden turmoil I write with purpose to give to others, not to take tho' oft my poet's heart over burning coals some gladly rake. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 ************************************************************* From my blog post-- A short explanation of the meaning and the reason I wrote this poem.--Tyr "" Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread Blog Posted:3/21/2018 9:54:00 AM My new poem, written with words that are selected to send a message to a very select few in this wide, busy and so-called enlightened world, namely modern poetry publishers. Tho', some of it may seem too harsh, the body of it is on target methinks. I see such people leading poetry into a shallow age by advancing modern popularism over that of substance and classical standards. You may disagree but a poet must write what he or she truly feels. "" ******************************************************************** From my poetry site-- Comments received on this poem that surely pissed off many poets there, tho' its ire and message is directed at modern poetry publishers not other poets at my home poetry site.-Tyr Comments by some very fine poets given so far-- Hamilton Avatar John Hamilton Date: 3/22/2018 9:43:00 AM Bardolatry, love your words, such a deep condemnation of the publishing industry, but I think it goes beyond poetry, timeless values are tossed aside, selfishness rules the day, they can have their ripped jeans and selfie poetry, not interested in this self absorbed world. Well said Robert! ** Gentry Avatar Susan Gentry Date: 3/22/2018 9:31:00 AM Wonderful and exceptionally talented write. Words I've never heard of or words used in ways I've never seen. Profound yet humorous. 8 enjoyed! ** mcdaid Avatar liam mcdaid Date: 3/22/2018 9:30:00 AM you're pen sings as usual pal striking notes with deep passion smiling i am a free verse writer i take my inspiration from the bible mostly i write from my heart and soul keep your golden ink flowing pal excellent piece ** One Avatar Silent One Date: 3/22/2018 8:22:00 AM I have no interest in being published, I never have done.. Although many years ago I wrote regularly for a magazine.. You make a valid point my friend, published poetry today is very different... Poets should write for the joy, not for the glory my friend.. Great poem.. ** Williams Avatar Maria Williams Date: 3/22/2018 7:30:00 AM Its sad to see so many wonderful poets like you Robert not getting the recognition that they should be getting. isn't poetry about rhyme,the rhythm, the movement? Of course there are a lot of poets who are able to express themselves beautifully and poetically in free verse, I for one prefer rhyme. However, this is about your poetry, and as usual it is a true masterpiece, brilliant as always my friend, and a Fave ....Maria ** Barden Avatar Gregory R Barden Date: 3/22/2018 12:43:00 AM You have inspired me, Robert, and I will be writing something about this myself ... thank you so much for taking the time to touch on this very important subject, and for fighting to keep TRUE poetry alive, for it is in serious jeopardy. This is a brilliant write, and I hope it is seen by many. Blessings to you, my Dear Friend - keep up the great work! :-) ** Barden Avatar Gregory R Barden Date: 3/22/2018 12:38:00 AM This is wonderful, my friend, just wonderful, and packed full of wisdom and substantive message. I am quite disenchanted with the direction of printed/published poetry these days, and the import and weight being given to this rambling, almost senseless "new" Free Verse, and the demise of classic form and true Rhyme, (which will ALWAYS be more challenging and rewarding, IMHO). We must let our voices be heard, because we are the ones holding the pens, and beauty and substance and ART are at stake. ** Hinshaw Avatar Robert L. Hinshaw Date: 3/21/2018 8:20:00 PM A masterpiece from the Master Poet indeed! Very insightful verse! You said it all - see my more detailed comments in our soup mail exchange. Bob ** Hinshaw Avatar Robert L. Hinshaw Date: 3/21/2018 8:20:00 PM A masterpiece from the Master Poet indeed! Very insightful verse! You said it all - see my more detailed comments in our soup mail exchange. Bob ** Haight Avatar Sandra Haight Date: 3/21/2018 5:10:00 PM A very thought-provoking. well-written poem, Robert. Another way in which our world is changing is in what is considered poetry. Some of what I too see in published contemporary poetry portrays the cold, flat, empty and self-centered emotions that modern writers seem to exhibit, supported as cool, and that publishers uphold and push as great. It is a colder world less possible of comprehending rhymes, cadence, beautiful metaphors, and real meaning. We need to keep real poetry alive! Sandra ** Buhagiar Avatar Victor Buhagiar Date: 3/21/2018 5:09:00 PM Poetry has lost much of its appeal in this phase of life. Our god is money but that which makes profit not learning. I have always felt it's no use trying to publish any poetry especially the classic type, such as the type you love to write. But my advice is to write on. ** Morning Avatar July Morning Date: 3/21/2018 4:57:00 PM It's really hard to find a traditional publisher interested in poetry. In general poetry books don't sell well, unless you're near the top. As far as self publishing, you may as well just turn your wallet over to them and let them beat you with a wet noodle whilst they laugh at you behind your back for being such a sucker. In any case, we write on, just because... ** Warrior Avatar Winged Warrior Date: 3/21/2018 3:56:00 PM With narcissistic people all around us especially in the publishing business... it's hard to get a good word in lol...literally lol...but our words will be the test of time...so let's keep writing my brother...excellent write my friend...stay in the poetic classic light...^WW^ ** Haigh Avatar Robert Haigh Date: 3/21/2018 3:29:00 PM I stopped sending any poems to publishes as far back as 1997! I had several poems published in anthologies, and I bought three of the books. But then I stopped buying their books, even though some of my poems were in. I thought I should get royalties, not a request to buy their books! I now just write and post poems for free. I get what you are saying, Robert! All we can do is remain true to our own convictions, and the old classical standards! Keep on writing! ** Chiri Avatar Brenda Chiri Date: 3/21/2018 3:16:00 PM Robert I love it! Free verse can never come close to true old or even dinosaurs poetry! Hahaha! Yes my friend how can one truly express a love story like we have done with free verse? I simply love this it is so amazingly said! Ahaha! My friend you are a genius! Much love Brenda ** Hobo Avatar Word Hobo Date: 3/21/2018 2:55:00 PM Robert. Wow is right! What an exuberant defiance of post modernism's deconstruction of meaning. I understand UCLA will no long teach Shakespeare in literature. This is a dashing side of you that we want to see more of. Enjoyed!!! ** Duet Avatar Carole Duet Date: 3/21/2018 2:28:00 PM Wow Robert! Glad I have a dictionary. lol Anyway, I love the humor and "one upmanship" in this poem. This poem tickles the brain. Love it and it's surely a FAV for me. ** Wings Avatar Broken Wings Date: 3/21/2018 2:10:00 PM Robert, love your wordplay and message in this awesome write. Well, we are alike we both have a true poets soul, my grandma used to say I had an old soul and she was right for I adore the poets of old, I do not really enjoy the modern way some write or the rant or rap poetry, although I can appreciate the skill of it, but give me a good old timeless beautiful poem any day and I will find the bliss. ** Gauthier Avatar Line Gauthier Date: 3/21/2018 2:01:00 PM A most intriguing read, Robert. Witty humour and strong messaging, Robert. ** O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/21/2018 1:34:00 PM Bravo Robert, may they smoke a turd in hell...incredible vocabulary here, a fave for sure; good art is timeless. I guess I'll find out about these publishers since I finally approached one, an important ethic you've raised in this incredible write;-) ** Smith Avatar Charlie Smith Date: 3/21/2018 1:11:00 PM You are our "poets soul" Robert, great note. I'm with you on some of what many call "great writes". They just seem to be obnoxious ramblings to me. But you must realize most of my taste is in my mouth... ** McGreavy Avatar Maureen McGreavy Date: 3/21/2018 11:52:00 AM Witty wordy wonderful write! Thoroughly enjoyed my friend, learned some new words too! All the best and a lovely day to you my friend xomo! ** My only replies given so far, yesterday morning given to my friend Maureen..-Tyr Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/21/2018 12:53:00 PM I was wondering how many would truly get it and even see the humor wedded in.. ** Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/21/2018 12:50:00 PM Thank you my friend. I see you get it and also understand heart in poetry also should mean defending/honoring its foundation too. Something too many ""modern"" publishers do not seem to grasp.For this poem is about modern publishers and how they seek to appeal to the masses by lowering the standards rather than by honoring them. They at fear poetry is dying due to recent trends but cutting away is foundation to try to gather more fans only hastens its demise, IMHO. THIS FAVORING MODERN VERSE, NO RHYME AND CHAOTIC PRESENTATIONS OFT WRITTEN WITH NO REAL MEANING , PURPOSE OR FOUNDATION DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR POETRY , IMHO. ** -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 307] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-23-2018 05:06 PM My new poem written just two days ago has now popped in at number 38 of the Best New Poems list at my home poetry site.. Which is both amazingly fast and very high as a first day's listing. -Tyr Best New Poems | Popular Poems The best and most popular new poems posted on PoetrySoup within the past MONTH. These are the top poems, by poet, as chosen by PoetrySoup members. Also see Top 100 Poems All-time and Top 100 Famous Poets - All Time . Rank PoemTitle Poet 1 Our Love is Eternal Frederic Parker 2 The Daughter Of The North Wind Sings In Soprano Susan Ashley 3 On Golden Wings We Fly Vladislav Raven 4 Together we are strong Akkina Downing 5 As Daylight Turns to Dusk John Gondolf 6 Haiku - tears of time Shadow of the Past 7 Carissa's Love Connie Marcum Wong 8 The Packing of a Suitcase Gershon Wolf 9 Rainy Days And Mondays Probir Gupta 10 The Story of Sophie Smith Nina Parmenter 11 All That Is Between Gregory R Barden 12 Mind The Paint Subimal Sinha-Roy 13 Spring Is In The Air Carrie Richards 14 Star gazing I.Spit.Ink SaruhRosen 15 Silence P.M. Richter 16 Falling Through the Years Janice Canerdy 17 Mind The Paint Sandra Haight 18 Do Mind the Wet Paint Andrea Dietrich 19 Where I was in the seventies Viv Wigley 20 The Year I Was Born Laura Loo 21 One last hug Vijay Pandit 22 My Nineteen-Seventies CayCay Jennings 23 Lost In Pain Gary Smith 24 Regrets Judith S 25 Spring - You Sly Fox John lawless 26 Delirium Dust Winged Warrior 27 Daffodils And Crocuses Emile Pinet 28 Thunder Plays Tag Reason A. Poteet 29 A Gift of Love Daniel Turner 30 Some hearts can never be tamed Silent One 31 Death by Delirium - Poe's Untimely Demise July Morning 32 Passion in Black and White Maria Williams 33 Stars and those with Stripes Richard Lamoureux 34 Pardon From The Storm Charlie Smith 35 I AM Robert Haigh 36 A Must Read For All PoetrySoup Members -Good News For All Maurice Yvonne 37 What dead eyes sees Arturo Michael 38 Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread Robert Lindley 39 The Little One is Three arthur vaso 40 My Cry Jannie Breedt 41 In Memoriam: Chiselled in My Heart Victor Buhagiar 42 A Water Haiku Paul Callus 43 Thought changer Roy Pett 44 Dreams of Dreaming of You Brenda Chiri 45 FANCY STRESS - COLLABORATION WITH THE AMAZING NINA PARMENTER JAN ALLISON 46 FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS Kim Rodrigues 47 QUEEN OF CROISSANTS Line Gauthier 48 Flavor of Stars Lin Lane 49 The Green Beneath The Snow Gail Foster 50 Waking before I found love Chris Green 51 - Thoughts 'Tween Stars Embrace And Waters Deep Grace - Sunshine Smile 52 A Silent Song Leanne Lovejoy-Burton 53 fireflies Mike Hauser 54 A SAD SUNSET Alexis Y. 55 The Unfledged Albatross Maureen McGreavy 56 What a wonderful World Drake Eszes 57 World Comes Alive Spring Is In The Air Eve Roper 58 I'm Taking A Break, Better Days Nick Trim 59 Sunset Lullaby Joseph May 60 Into this Night for my Love I Went Keith O.J. Hunt 61 Soothe Tim Smith 62 If Not Tomorrow Kelly Deschler 63 Me Thinking, B Thinking Mike Gentile 64 Simple Mutterings - The Nightingale Broken Wings 65 One Proud Yellow Dandelion Sunlite Wanter 66 Flowering beauty grows amongst thorns liam mcdaid 67 Our Environment Jack Ellison 68 I Tried Suicide And Survived Bobby Blooby 69 Fight Poverty Bernard F. Asuncion 70 THE BUTTERFLY james mc cabe 71 Death Of A Tree carlos trevino 72 Fears and Tears Carole Duet 73 Should I Return Eileen Manassian 74 Sister Uwe Stroh 75 Such a Light Thing Freddie Robinson Jr. 76 Relax and Laugh Paul Warren 77 You Are Sibuko Dlamini 78 Man on the Sidewalk Rhoda Tripp 79 Speak Freely Kyle kriticos 80 MOTHER JEAN MURRAY 81 A Bohemian Maze of True Evil Donna Loughman 82 virginity lost Word Hobo 83 Billy's Revenge Tom Cunningham 84 One normal person in chaos Lewis Raynes 85 SOLITUDE Demetrios Trifiatis 86 The Flowers In My World James Inman 87 A right to live fauxcroft wade 88 Nefarious Spirit Gary Bateman 89 Love Never Dies Joe DiMino 90 The Ballad Of Prospector Pete Robert L. Hinshaw 91 Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum Sam Perkins 92 Arrival Agnes Krampe 93 Forward in fifteen minutes James Swartz 94 Sunset Lullaby Laura Leiser 95 Framed Geoffrey Brewer 96 Pickled scenery S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 97 A Snow Squal Darlene De Beaulieu 98 When February Feels Like May ilene bauer 99 Heavenly light John Hamilton 100 Haunting Fruit and Innocent Wish-2B Muhammad Imtiaz -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 308] Author : Russ Date : 03-23-2018 07:30 PM This is really great writing, Robert. May it ever be so for thee. Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers, with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers? Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows. Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades, where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids? If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course? Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy? Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black, are we so far fallen as to never get back on track? If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall! Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields, march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields? When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries? Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds? If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers, with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers? Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows. Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades, where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids? If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall, with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall! Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018 Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate) Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one. May it ever be so for thee. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 309] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-25-2018 09:46 AM Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart (Second of Three Poem Trilogy) II Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate, at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate. Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground with true honor, pride and its time tested displays, where else can such gratuitous treasures be found or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days? The "old and useless", in rightly honored places would journeying spirits find their defending grip, souls weakened without dismay on their bright faces, from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip? Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed with fever pitch tries to kill foundations of trust using false values think power is all they need, vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must! As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots, others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow. Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground, furious, they write and tremble in aching rage with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound. Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate, at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate. Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground with true honor, pride and its time tested displays, where else can such gratuitous treasures be found or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days? Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018 Rhyme Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy.... I found this one much , much harder to compose and truly suspect that the third and final poem will be a real hard and laborious task to complete. I have spent four days on this second poem because this subject is near and dear to my heart and is a very important one methinks. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 310] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-26-2018 03:21 PM First poem of this trilogy made Best New Poems list on its first day and now this second poem has made POEM OF THE DAY AT MY HOME POETRY SITE ON ITS FIRST DAY. AND BOTH HAVE BEEN VERY WELL RECEIVED , WITH MANY READS AND COMMENTS TOO. SECOND POEM RESULTS-- Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart Poet's Notes (Hide) Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018 Rhyme Additional Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy.... I found this one much , much harder to compose and truly suspect that the third and final poem will be a very hard and laborious task to complete. I have spent four days on this second poem because this subject is near and dear to my heart and is a very important one methinks. I so hope you may read, enjoy and add your thoughts on this second effort as so many of you have done so the first poem. You have my sincere thanks my friends. Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Robert Lindley. Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart (Second of Three Poem Trilogy) II Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate, at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate. Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground with true honor, pride and its time tested displays, where else can such gratuitous treasures be found or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days? The "old and useless", in rightly honored places would journeying spirits find their defending grip, souls weakened without dismay on their bright faces, from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip? Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed with fever pitch tries to kill foundations of trust using false values think power is all they need, vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must! As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots, others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow. Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground, furious, they write and tremble in aching rage with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound. Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate, at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate. Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground with true honor, pride and its time tested displays, where else can such gratuitous treasures be found or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days? Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2018 Rhyme Note: Make of this what you will, I give thus and surely shall send no bill Yet in my poet's heart my soul oft grieves for the Autumn colors not the decaying leaves For the heart that yearns to write and truly give and the mortal soul that writes to live With inked symbols and a mind tired of toil wading through worlds filled with pride and hidden turmoil I write with purpose to give to others, not to take tho' oft my poet's heart over burning coals some gladly rake. Note- This poem is titled, Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart and is the , Second of Three Poem Trilogy.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Post Comments HTML Code NOT allowed - Text Only Downing Avatar Akkina Downing Date: 3/26/2018 2:05:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Rob, congrats on your awesome poem. Well deserved POTD...Hugs :) Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 3:00:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Always a pleasure to read your comments, have your support and read your wonderful poetry. Especially so on this poem... O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/26/2018 1:56:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry A big congrats on POTD Robert, a good piece of justice here! So when do we start rolling out the tanks?(lol) Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:58:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you again my friend. You are one of those very talented poets that has been my honor to learn from , be friends with and enjoy the support of. Our several collaborations have been a true blessing and great inspiration to me! Smith Avatar Charlie Smith Date: 3/26/2018 12:10:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Equally as wonderful as part one Dear Robert and congratulations for POTD honors... Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:55:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you again my friend. I am lucky to have found this poetry site back when I did, as I was just about ready to give up writing poetry back then. Since then ,my journey continues and hopefully will do so for years to come Wanter Avatar Sunlite Wanter Date: 3/26/2018 11:58:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry This site offers a voice to poets fledgling to accomplished, and there are so many opportunities to improve. Poetry Publishers are in it for what will sell - as almost every product useless or worthy. We have become a very shallow society, I guess. Congratulations!!! Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:51:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. You hit the nail on the head with your comments. So true, this site does give more inspiration and support by way of talented and generous poets helping others. I was blessed to have found it when I did. Cozart Avatar Dale Gregory Cozart Date: 3/26/2018 11:20:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Hey, congrats on POTD! Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:49:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Quite the surprise to find this poem received it and a wonderful gift it is. As the message being delivered is what is truly important. We without any doubt in my mind have the very best poets posting on the internet. I have learned so much since my arrival here and it is due to studying poets here far more skilled than I my friend. Michael Avatar Arturo Michael Date: 3/26/2018 10:50:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry A beautiful chant style poem...with a message too...Congratulations my friend...Good to see you here...All the best Robert Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:46:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Much appreciate your support and comments my friend. The message is what is truly important, I being only the vehicle to get it out with these three poems. I just hope that the third and final poem of this trilogy(currently just stared), does not disappoint. Ashley Avatar Susan Ashley Date: 3/26/2018 9:16:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Congratulations Robert for your well deserved POTD honors for your impressive poem. Warmest wishes, my friend! ~Susan Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:43:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my dear friend. And for your support and advice as well. Another example of the great poets and friendly support given me by poets here over the years. Which is exactly what makes this internet poetry site so special and far better than any others, IMHO. Joshua Avatar Adeyemi Joshua Date: 3/26/2018 9:00:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry congratulations for getting featured. Joshua. Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:41:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. I am very pleased that this important subject has gotten more views and consideration with the POTD presentation having gave it new viewers! Warrior Avatar Winged Warrior Date: 3/26/2018 8:50:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Congrats!!! Robert on POTD!...stick to your guns my friend...^WW^ Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 2:39:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. My guns I keep clean and loaded. For thar bez bear in dem thar woods.lol Currently have started the third and final poem of this trilogy. Pressure is on to do justice and greater clarity with the final presentation. I hope my muse , does not take a siesta on me. Turner Avatar Daniel Turner Date: 3/26/2018 8:00:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Slowly but surely, we will all find the tar pits. Even though it may not be in fashion, i will continue to write the only way I know how. I write for therapy and for fun. I want people to like it but if they don't, Oh well! I love reading your poetry because of your style, form and content. Putting it on the soup, is publishing it to a degree. Congratulations on POTD, Robert. Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 8:47:00 AM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Points well taken my friend. We each have just one life--so why give so much control over to these mental midgets and allow them to say what is good and what is no longer great? I truly think they are sacrificing the hen to grab the golden eggs, with no thought as to the future and little to no regard for the past and the legacies of the classic poets that form poetry's foundation. One Avatar Silent One Date: 3/26/2018 7:55:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Congrats on POTD my friend.. Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 8:44:00 AM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. I am very pleased that this poem and its message has been thus honored with POTD. My thought is why are we poets letting these modern poetry publishers have so much control over what we write? I refuse to do so.. Hobo Avatar Word Hobo Date: 3/26/2018 5:58:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Congratulations Robert on POTD. Well deserved. An interesting and meaningful topic , although I know nothing about the tastes of today's publishers regarding poetry. Regards...george Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 8:41:00 AM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Yes, I truly believe it is an interesting and important topic. As poets we are to pose questions and give opinions on subjects about life, love,and all the human existence in this world, etc. The fact that so very few can so manipulate the vast majority of poets into adopting a new modern style they have chosen to be the one that they will publish is giving far, far too much power to the worms , IMHO. I AND AS THE COMMENTS ARE NOW SHOWING--MANY OTHER POETS- ARE FED UP WITH THAT REALITY. Williams Avatar Maria Williams Date: 3/26/2018 4:33:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry So good to see this impressive poem getting POTD Robert, Congratulations....Maria Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 5:56:00 AM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you so much my friend. I am shocked and very pleased to receive POTD and with that honor perhaps have this poem and its message receive a wider audience of readers. I have put more into these two poems, than I have in any other poem this year.... Haigh Avatar Robert Haigh Date: 3/26/2018 3:26:00 AM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry As with music, poetry has the popular AND the good, and they are rarely the same thing! Lightweight stuff is liked (apparently), while more cerebral stuff gets left on the margins. What you say is true, Robert! Glad to see this poem win POTD! Awesome! Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/26/2018 5:51:00 AM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you again my friend. This is indeed a very pleasant surprise to receive POTD honors with this second poem, and the first poem of this trilogy made the 31st spot on the best new poems list. Now comes the hardest one to compose, the third and final poem of this series. I hope it can hold the mark my friend. O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/25/2018 5:40:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Few realize the importance and urgency needed to fight what is being portrayed and awashed on this generation; not to dwell again too much on the Romantics but they and others virtually sacrificed themselves for mankind's sake; now all their efforts are being reversed in various ways, one big one starting with art; to not think as individuals for the better of the many, but to do as you're told or else ---- just like the Pre-Romantic era. This way control and manipulation are more effective. Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 8:16:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Indeed. Not to honor the sacrifices endured by those poets that gave us such beauty and meaningful verse is truly a travesty. Yet that is the current state of affairs as dictated by modern publishers, IMHO. WHEN UNIVERSITIES STOP TEACHING COURSES ON SHAKESPEARE YOU KNOW THE SWORD HAS BEEN PLUNGED IN VERY DEEP.. Truly a sad state and definitely one that needs to be corrected my friend.. Question is, how long will we continue to be dictated to and manhandled by these unappreciative modern poetry publisher slugs that exercise unjust control?? Hinshaw Avatar Robert L. Hinshaw Date: 3/25/2018 4:02:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Outstanding, Robert! Very profound and insightful verse! Bob H Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 5:02:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my wizened friend. My goal was to get the message across, reaffirmed and understood by the majority of the poem's readers. And hopefully stir more interest and discussion of this very important topic. For far too long we poets have turned a blind eye to this problem, don't you think? If not now, then when and how do we address it in our writings? So far I have seen no rebuttals to the message given in the two poems. I have started the first stanza of the third and final poem in this trilogy dealing with this important subject. As I perceived, each poem became a bit harder to compose but, as the old well digger said, "best dig a bit deeper -that water gotta be there". lol "And if it is I just gotta find it-I am damn thirsty" Do you think it matters if enough poets start writing poems about this travesty and contempt of poetry's heritage by these modern publishers? O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/25/2018 3:33:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry The modernists quip the Romantics; 'All they talk about is flowers and trees...' When they fail to see that the Romantics were writing about what was behind it all; the very thing which publishers cherish (money over art) the older poets despised --- so they won't publish classical poets very easily. But Robert you are right to now speak up about it, they are destroying not only art but morality itself... Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 3:47:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] I do not disagree, yet the problem is that the newer poets are not even taught about poetry's foundation and the great poets of the past. Thus you and I are talking of things that they have not the slightest clue about. While schools no longer teach anything of poetry in the lower grades -it has even been almost entirely eliminated in high schools. Even when its not eliminated it is usually only given very minor lip service or else the publishers modern progressive and unfathomable way is heralded as great magnificently golden... Would be better if more poets chose to address this issue and perhaps even write poems about it, IMHO. Poems aimed at the modern day publishers that are deliberately leading this vilification and attack upon classical poetry and its foundation. O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/25/2018 3:23:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry I think many of the poets here are much better poets than many published poets; some of the very best poems that I have ever read have come from this site. The publishers are largely geared towards what the public wants, not what it needs. The Romantics opened the door for the whole world when it came to individual freedom and citizenship; it is the very cause of democracy itself and is the reason why we have so many luxuries today. Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 3:30:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Very well said and truly on the mark. I am always awed at the number of truly gifted and exceptional poets that I see posting here and trust me it is a massively greater number than at any of the few dozen other internet poetry sites I have visited. IN ALL TRUTH AND SINCERITY I BELIEVE THIS IS BY FAR THE BEST POETRY SITE ON THE WEB! That being primarily due that great number of gifted poets choosing to present their fine poetry here,IMHO. Hobo Avatar Word Hobo Date: 3/25/2018 1:51:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry A praiseworthy Undertaking Robert. The lack of educational lessons that stimulate the moral imagination of young minds is the reason for almost all problems. The McGuffy Reader was the core of ED beginning in the late 1800's. The FIFTH GRADE Reader covered oratory skills: Articulation, Inflections, Emphasis, Modulation & Poetic Pauses. There are 117 poems, Prose & Essays. Essays like "No Excellance Without Labor". &. "Moral Force" Poetry was the heart of early education. george Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 2:51:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Yes,much of it goes back to the lack of education, but the modern day publishers are by and large university educated and are deliberately following unified agenda that seeks to belittle, weaken and destroy poetry's golden foundation.. All in the name of making a quick buck, IMHO. NOTHING WRONG IN SEEKING A BIGGER POETRY AUDIENCE BUT DOING SO BY ACCEPTING , HERALDING AND PROMOTING POEMS THAT ARE BY ANY DECENT STANDARD INFERIOR IS NOT THE PATH TO TAKE. Then additionally, those publishers ridicule and insult even the great and legendary poets too! Why are so many listening to such cretins, I ask.. Morning Avatar July Morning Date: 3/25/2018 1:47:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry In a world where people like Britney Spears become millionaires it's not surprising that fluff reigns over substance. On the flip side, we have to be careful not to condemn something simply because we may personally not like it. It's a new generation and for better or worse the new-fangled stuff appeals. It is what it is Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 2:44:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. Much wisdom and truth in your post. In these poems(SOON TO BE A TOTAL OF THREE POEMS), I am targeting only the modern publishers and am not addressing the poets themselves, many of which are being lead astray , IMHO. AND MANY OF THOSE POETS HAVE FINE TALENT THAT SHOULD BE REDIRECTED BACK TO THE VERY FOUNDATION THAT THE PUBLISHERS ARE RAPIDLY AND DELIBERATELY DESTROYING IN ORDER TO MAKE A QUICKER BUCK, IMHO. Somebody should speak up about this and I am... Ashley Avatar Susan Ashley Date: 3/25/2018 1:25:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Applause! Robert, your thought provoking sequel carries forward your powerful repudiation of modern day publishers of poetry. With purpose and a big heart, you easily move your heartfelt message through your expressive poetic lines with silky smooth rhythm and 24 carat rhymes. Your imagery effectively expresses your disdain and distaste while exulting poets of heart; 'Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground' Superb! Warmest wishes. ~Susan Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 2:39:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. I am honored and very pleased that you have found it so. I posted this piece with much trepidation about how well it would be received , since it is written about a controversial subject, namely the sad reality of what today's modern--PUBLISHERS-- ARE DELIBERATELY DOING TO POETRY AND ITS FOUNDATION.. My trilogy of poems are written solely about **modern day publishers of poetry and not about the poets** either here at the Soup or even elsewhere.... For this site has truly exceptional poets and far more than just a few that truly meet that high standard!!! O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/25/2018 12:43:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Just wanted to say that I recently read a rather tame poem from one of the Glam Queens and they got 2 pages of comments? Bananas... I have to say that poem was garbage compared to this, surely vanity is a whore, and POPularity is her pimp... Reply Trestrail Avatar Keith Trestrail Date: 3/25/2018 5:56:00 PM Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Keith, not only do you possess a wise and magnificent name but also a clear grasp of the Soup. BTW, your pic looks like me 40 years ago. Morning Avatar July Morning Date: 3/25/2018 1:44:00 PM Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] There are those out to Destroy Poetry with their babbling nonsense. Nevertheless, on an amateur site such as this popularity brought about through phony ingratiation rules and always will. It's part of the package O.J. Hunt Avatar Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 3/25/2018 12:36:00 PM Delete Block poet from commenting on your poetry Of all your poems that I commented on --- this is the first time I was the first to comment; this piece is brilliant Robert, so much wisdom here, every word of it true to heart. A fave;-) Reply Lindley Avatar Robert Lindley Date: 3/25/2018 2:32:00 PM Edit Delete [Block poet from commenting on your posts] Thank you my friend. I had hoped this was at the very least an adequate continuance of the first poem written on this subject. And if it was more, then all the better.. Very pleased that you have found it so and added this to your fav list! Link-- https://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/my_poems.aspx -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 311] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-29-2018 04:45 PM Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul (Third and Final Poem- In A Parable style) Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly this day weather is so fine and I am your friend be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend. Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries. Spider hears wizened, infuriated owl's blasts continues to spin deeper and deeper spun threads Fly sails on as if a yacht with windblown full masts trap now seen, his former pals in their web-spun beds. Spider feverishly works, other flies are caught so goes vicious cycle, dark webs eating their fill for flying blind, their souls are easily thus bought with time and darkness, their ink-heart blood slowly spills. Soon, escaped fly returns, so do ill winds of old time has done its job and all fear has left his head web is so pretty, its threads glisten as if gold vacated are those warning, fat and well spun beds. As those droplets lure fly in, owl hoots warning call but gleaming hope has turned off his sight and his brain in he goes, hungry spider watching sees it all giving thanks for those huge glistening drops of rain. Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly this day weather is so fine and I am your friend be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend. Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries. Robert J. Lindley, 3-29-2018 Rhyme(Third and Final Poem in Trilogy) Note- To be added later.... after I post the third blog on this subject. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 312] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2018 02:40 PM Your Life A Jewel Unto Me O' long departed friend, wandering ghost in this dark world's mists, why hath thy memory held me so? Was not our time in the burning sun, an eternity in love's sweet embrace and your life a jewel unto me that gave both treasures and grace? Why could not our legacy hath been joy sweetest softness of thine first kiss with the gift of thy promising dreams- would that Fate have suffered us so. Would that life have been colors of your eyes, that delicate touch of thy hand and blessed morns with thy body next to mine. My darling, these longing dreams you send great ardor that thy memory bestows are gardens in my desires and aching mind that thy magnificent beauty recreates! Alas! Darkest Fate wiped away with hand-swept speed dearest nights of bliss and heavenly glow and burning intensity of thy deepest moans! O' long departed friend, wandering ghost in this dark world's mists, why hath thy memory held me so? Was not our time in the burning sun, an eternity in love's sweet embrace and your life a jewel unto me that gave both treasures and grace? Robert J. Lindley Classicism, Began June 10th 1979, - completed March 31st 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 313] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-02-2018 09:39 AM Nightmares and Master Poe's Greatest Riddle I took a silver fork, gold spoon and rusty knife trying to cut away the dark stains in my life, with each slice I stood aghast, dumbfounded finding more chained was I, in torture room without any floor. On its walls hung hands and heads of the blackest dead, all its walls washed in blood so very, very red, angry shadows that would reach out to stab at will for my every anguished moan gave them a great thrill. An eternity, night bled as it slowly passed, not enough time to pay for my dark sins amassed, each morn came revelation, just before dawn's break next to me was he, Master Poe bound to a stake. He would wake, speak to me as if a long lost friend, promise this paradise, my time would never end and then summon his Raven to chide me as well laughing loud, saying, welcome my friend to my Hell. I begged, Master Poe, release me, let me go I beg you, Lord and Master of this horror show, I see you control all in this evil abode lessen thy dark-handed grip, release thy firm hold. With a sardonic smile he would give his reply off you go, return each night my Raven shall fly, to this dark curse, I gave my sorrowful reply please Master Poe, tell me, tell me the reason why. His echoes rang as away my torn body flew Raven leaves Hades at midnight's stroke is your clue, with its flight comes both sweet pleasures and epic pains one for truest of love, other for darkest of stains. Now I wrestled for years this riddle, its vague clue sought out every wise man, this one thing I knew, the truest of love was his, Master Poe's Annabel Lee but how, how could that tidbit ever free me? Tonight I pray that this tired, pleading soul may rest as I live in pain on this Poe torturing quest, my plea pitiful but true to this old poet's heart, please give me the riddle's answer, so life can restart! Robert J. Lindley, My second poem written on the greatest dark poetry author, the Master Poet, Edgar Allen Poe. Started -- November 9th, 1973 Finished - this morn, April 2nd, 2018 Note- I truly wish that I had finished this back 45 years ago, as I feel my current writing does not measure up. Why I left this half finished I have no memory- but finish the piece I felt that I must. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 314] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-14-2018 02:08 PM A Look Deeper Into Life Do not bemoan fire its blazing warmth or sky its blues summer its hotter winds or kindness its well deserved dues. Wake up to view dawn's majestic hope and life's singing tune sunset slowing fading to night, rising of that bright moon. Grasp heavenly gifts, when romance falls right into your arms thanking God for beautiful women and their earthly charms. Do not bemoan lost or sweeter dreams that never came true for life is a mystery and none can read all its clues. Robert J. Lindley, 4-14-2018 Couplet, (Celebrating Life And The Number 14) Four couplets, Eight fourteen syllable verses, eighty-four words. 14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Words: 84 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 315] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-17-2018 05:55 PM Remnants Of The First Great War Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust From war's great tragedies can we adjust? Our fallen brothers, now lie row in row Those white crosses, white as new winter snow. Once stuck in long trenches, covered in mud Night flashes, anguish screams, some soaked in blood. Battle cries, they roar, still ring as if new Our brothers dead-stiff, love they never knew! The war years seemed like only yesterday Boys dying, death and darkness holding sway. Gone the happy days, before our hearts fell When in the hot thick of it, living hell. O' the glory, we once thought would be ours Singing marching songs, music that inspires. Twas' before seeing blood and death so stark The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark. Robert J. Lindley , 4-17-2018 For contest, three verses used, given by sponsor - VERSE- 1. "Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust" VERSE- 9. The war years seemed like only yesterday" VERSE-16. The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark." Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Note- https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-i/world-war-i-history World War I began in 1914, after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, and lasted until 1918. During the conflict, Germany, Austria-Hungary, Bulgaria and the Ottoman Empire (the Central Powers) fought against Great Britain, France, Russia, Italy, Romania, Japan and the United States (the Allied Powers). Thanks to new military technologies and the horrors of trench warfare, World War I saw unprecedented levels of carnage and destruction. By the time the war was over and the Allied Powers claimed victory, more than 16 million people—soldiers and civilians alike—were dead. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 316] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2018 09:33 AM This Olden Soul, Still Follows That Greatest Quest Sad that time did so often this old heart pierce rising ire, setting fire to burn so fierce, yet within that red-hot cauldron high hopes rose following enchanting dreams of sweet repose. Where softest of morns turned to dreaded long days with a nudge and kick, beauty comes and sashays, and under moon's bright glow and resplendent lights hope's depths and lover's heart steer truest joy those nights. Now time has done its most wicked, damning best this olden soul, still follows that greatest quest, reach mountain top and see valley far below accept all, and let hope's truth forever grow! Now fierce fires, no longer burn inner heart spirit finds calming peace, wisdom it imparts. Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2018 Sonnet, ( When Peace Is Allowed To Flourish) Note- Look back to see the dark shadows fly away. For yesterday's sun shone brighter than was first seen. If one finds sorrow and darkness that so betray. Search again, for that future promise so clearly felt as an innocent teen... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 317] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2018 07:05 AM The Great Sorrow, The Plea And The Letter (Collaboration with, ) We were close friends back in those ancient days me and my anger, you and your kind ways. Alas! We found love, turned into a curse me with my Ann, you with her sister nurse. Friend, such sorrow I felt when you lost her her illness and Fate gave its dark whisper. Four decades have flown by, can we both see Fate has been harsh, not kind to you or me. Your Helen with the dark hair and bright smile my Ann, each with us but a little while. Did we not love, with purest hearts and souls does not this dark world take its heavy tolls? Time beat us both into sad submission tho' we were strong, Fate asked not permission. Pray I, you too have found that inner peace sought love again, found its sweeter release. For me, this plea to you is long overdue lets again be great friends in life, we two. Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018 First half- collaboration offer -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 318] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2018 06:44 PM Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens, That which rivals colors of peacock's preen, Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens, Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins Treasures seen by deep sight and lusting eyes Beneath weeping moon and low midnight cries. Her beauty penetrates souls of searching hearts, Threads of depths that only Nature imparts And garments of wealth philosophers wear, Wisdom and history that some did share Her sighs breathe rainbows upon earth's tables wanton desires and mystical fables. In youth, I trekked into her vast holds, Comforted by warmth, in her bountiful folds, Hours spent wandering in her sweetest bliss, Now dreams and loves that I so dearly miss Nights that saw bright moon shine upon her all Campfires and lover's dreams within her call. Dare I pray to see her face and much more, Diamonds in green vaults and gold dust shores, Jewels gleaming out from sparkling long streams, Fresh as the love's forgiveness that redeems Dare I beg, for her touch and its soft kiss And her song that sends this heart its true bliss. These visions have held my heart bold and true, Enchantment and memories as life's glue, Soul's needs met in illuminating greens, Heart and mind stirred by beautiful scenes Can Time this wealth tragically destroy Are there cures, Nature's powers can employ? Huntress of forest gems, vanishing greens, Save me as you did in my troubled teens, Walk with me around your mystery bends, Were we not once both lovers and best friends Return again into heart and its dreams Save me from Time's wrath and man's evil schemes. Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018 Written for new contest....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 319] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2018 09:30 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/po...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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 320] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-28-2018 07:53 AM The Plea And The Solemn Prayer Shall thy hand, close these ancient, dying eyes or answer as before my sadden cries? As dawn wakes, will thee my soul now forsake and in thy divine Light then this soul take. In thy mercy, will thee grant me more years allow me to live, with new joyful tears? Pray thee, giveth truth, set my course a'new burn away darkness, give sight that is true. Sun risen, bless this soul to rise again guide this heart to benefit other men. Answer this sad plea, I give thee this vow I shall stay thy fold, as thee shows me how. Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2018 Rhyme, (100 Words Cast Into The Light) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables:120 Total # Words:100 Note- Inspired by a dream I had last night.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 321] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-01-2018 08:31 AM If We Live And Love, We Want Not To Say Goodbye I have spilt, red-blood and wet tears upon these pages echoed wisdom first given by ancient sages. Time is a harsh mistress, destined to run away while mankind's greatest desire is for her to stay. Noting we are no more than mere blink of the eye if we live and love, we want not, to say goodbye. Yet that departure, is one we can never miss life is so fleeting, so much like a stolen kiss! Time, your immense powers, I will righteously fight for the joys of living are my one true birthright. As a poet, these words are sent to one and all I shall fight Time's death-spell, with all my wherewithal. Although this saddened heart knows this fight will be lost. To write another day, I fight at any cost. Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2018 Sonnet, ( The Darkness We Face) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 322] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-05-2018 05:59 PM A slam poem, written and presented today at my poetry site.-Tyr Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice While you may want flowers spread across brightest room, some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom. Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel or a savage beast using a barbaric tool. We too, often see and want feel good paradise yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice. Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights my soul knows life is also about daily fights. Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast know evil fears me more and I have that at least. I think to warn others, the young that do not know life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show! As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend. Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant. I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade. I take no hits, without sending like in return respect I do not give, unless it is well earned. If my principles and morals are deemed too low keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know. My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn. While you may want flowers spread across brightest room, some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom. Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel or a savage beast using a barbaric tool. We too, often see and want feel good paradise yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice. Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018 Rhyme, (SLAM) Note- Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc... I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough. I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart.... Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 360 Total # Words: 286 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 323] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-06-2018 09:42 AM Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust". O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin with some so set, simply young at heart could not win. Some did their best to accept needed and good change but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"! Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost. Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad. Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas! Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last. History now shows much of it was not so bad New life, was the right of any young girl or lad. Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb! Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast. We in turn, chided them as being just old fools older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules. Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong life is more, it is an ever evolving song! Reality shows clear errors and so much more we look back and see why young ventured far from shore. For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance. Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay! Reality shows clear errors and so much more Life oft then went wild as hell no longer a bore. We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls. O' what a great time to be both young and alive so much new freedom and its spirit we did thrive! Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust". O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin with some so set, simply young at heart could not win. Some did their best accepting needed and good change but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"! R.J. Lindley, July 17th, 1986 Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation) Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 324] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-11-2018 05:28 AM Seek, Seeking Peace And That Far Distant Shore Dawn's flowing music has been very fine This old soul needs more than sweet talk and wine When deep boredom and sad blues play their song I drink my coffee, move right on along Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore Life has been so good, I want me some more Youth had its heart and its finest new plays Time waits for nobody and never stays In that huge ring, my best hat I did toss I boast my wins, I grieve my greater loss Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore Life has been so good, I want me some more Best when love first knocks, heart simply obeys Walk that path and thy soul never betrays Embrace late night hours, enjoy its slow hands Live to dance with joy, hear music's best bands. Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore Life has been so good, I want me some more Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018 Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Note- Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018 Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back) Syllables Per Line: 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: 190 Total # Words: 164 Note- Woke early, my muse shouting get thee up and write! She was louder than any alarm clock~! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 325] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-13-2018 05:04 AM Yet We Can Truly Change If We But Try Are we just dust blown in chaotic winds, Or driftwood snagged around river bends? Ghastly ghosts of a once greater being, content to crawl along without seeing? Or lost seeds sprouted in ancient dark ground, Whose dying makes not even a loud sound? Here under sorrows and a hiding sun, We oft rip and tear, calling such great fun, Thinking we are in control and much more Existing as nothings, on darkened shores! Racing as blinded mice in shadow dreams, Content to exist within this world's schemes Wailing and moaning as we live and die Yet we can truly change if we but try! R.J. Lindley, July 12th, 1979 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 326] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-16-2018 04:38 AM World Seemed So Forsaken At her new grave he knelt to pray, those words he failed to say. How she meant love and joy in life before she was his wife. Now that dark shadow had taken, world seemed so forsaken. Tears fell as he whispered sad words, Spring came but no song birds. He knew she heard but could not speak once strong, now he was weak. Now that dark shadow had taken, world seemed so forsaken. At last, he went into a trance recalling their romance. Rain fell yet he cared not at all she was gone, let it fall. Now that dark shadow had taken, world seemed so forsaken. Sun came out, he knew twas her smile, he'd see her in a while. Pills he took, had taken effect soon they would both connect. Now that dark shadow had taken, world seemed so forsaken. R.J. Lindley April 12th, 1976 Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 143 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 327] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-17-2018 05:16 AM A Sad But True Thought When racing world pales deep, its darkness takes first stage evil parades as good, soon becomes all the rage. When humanity walks blind, rather than open eyed graveyards will fill with those, that far too early died. Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2018 Quatrain, ( World racing into the Dark Abyss) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 328] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-21-2018 09:42 AM Written for a contest, hell I may even enter it...-Tyr Note- Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018 Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement ) 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 Total # Syllables: 280 Total # Words: 229 The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea If my beating heart were to be graded, Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen; Let it be judged by memories faded, Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green. There with blindness removed, pray thee not err For muddied waters defy truest intent; As all my life and love, was given her, Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent. From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace; With her sweet smile greeting my every call, Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace. Thou parted, death can not our love destroy, Destiny once charted, tho' now no more; Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy, Should my path, be to a different shore. Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion. We both being too young and filled with pride. I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion; All my great sins I dare not try to hide! Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her, And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime; True now, I am truly lost without her, Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time. Ask I thee, please grant this one more favor, Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss; See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor, Die remembering all that I will miss. Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018 Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 329] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-23-2018 09:50 AM Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite " From what magical realm do you now flee, With silver belted sword and bright armor, And awesome power of a Hercules, Gifted with the face of a true charmer?" "From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best, With power of Thor and orders to smite, Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest, Return good, drive away beasts of the night." "I give thy master greatest of my vows, Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed, Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow, If failing this, may my life away bleed." "Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail, For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn, To Master of Realm, where light never pales, To serve mightiest of heroes there born." " I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words, In true honor and piety given, Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds, As slaves with no hope of ever liven'." "Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart, I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts, Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart, Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts." "I pray thee success and with grateful soul, Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm, Thy course is set to honorable goal, I now see no cause for future alarm." "Fear not my lady, this shall now be done, My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay, Victory's sign shall be red setting sun, From this night's moon, see me flying away." "I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true, Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard, Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you, Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard." Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018 Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths) Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today... Syllables Per Line: 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 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 360 Total # Words: 310 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 330] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-27-2018 09:10 AM This Heart, Your Darkness No Longer Confounds When this old gilded cage, this bird has flown Into brighter world hidden far away; You will know, my sorrows I have outgrown My freedom I took then, without delay: Seek me no longer caged in that dark hall, Look ye not for those saddest tears I shed. Thus, I have flown, to answer freedom's call Know thy prisoner, is soon to be dead. I see death shadows as they now arrive, Feel deep burning stings of their early touch; I fear not death, for I was not alive, Now I beg help from that true ancient crutch: Then dawn's fresh air becomes a cozy warm, Shadow enlarged, my body it surrounds I feel freedom's breath, shield my soul from harm, This heart, your darkness no longer confounds. Light! Thy true sun has wrapped me in its glow! Here no pain, sorrow or shadows exist; All of my lost treasures return and grow, So many that I dare not try to list: Death, my friend you were that saddest of keys, A knife that came to cut away the dark, For now we find that we both shall agree Thy feared countenance does not seem that stark! When this old gilded cage, this bird has flown Into brighter world hidden far away; You will know, my sorrows I have outgrown My freedom I took then, without delay: Seek me no longer caged in that dark hall, Look ye not for those saddest tears I shed. Thus, I have flown, to answer freedom's call Know thy prisoner, is soon to be dead. Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-2018 Note- After reading about a dozen poems this morn, I sat down to write. The first four verses came in a flash and then the rest just flowed on out like a clear flowing river.., Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 320 Total # Words: 260 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 331] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-29-2018 11:33 AM Light Did Shine From Her Smile, Such Grace She graced all with her gentle ways she so loved to help the poor strays; There resides softness in her voice thinking well of all by first choice, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. Was through winter snow that she came brought comfort with her just her name; Now this abyss shows she is gone her admirers feel so alone, Light did shIne from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. Set all with wonderment and awe her absence seems our greatest fall; For now dawn comes in cold and dim sorrows as in lost lover's film, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. Spring's blessings saw her fly away its joys turned to deepest of grays; From whence she came nobody knew her leaving sent waves of deep blue, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. O' yes we kneel, pray her return rekindling love's fires that burn; Tho' Time answers not our sad plea nor explains the why she did flee, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. We beg our angel come again we are lost in a swirling spin; We wonder why we were blessed none of our sins had we confessed, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. Now many decades have thus flown our love for her has only grown; Some few say they have seen her light as it brightened their darkest night, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. She graced all with her gentle ways she so loved to help the poor strays; There resides softness in her voice thinking well of all by first choice, Light did shine from her smile, such grace her good deeds, nothing can erase. Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2018 (Lin Crazy Eights)- ( When Angels Are Sent) Syllable count: 888888, 888888, 888888, 888888 888888, 888888, 888888, 888888 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 332] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-03-2018 10:11 AM Where Hides, Those Tyrian Sails So Longed For Where hides, those Tyrian sails so longed for, days lived far beyond this wretched, black door. Can such bright fruits only be found in dreams, are we condemned to one stagnant life-stream? Sweeter days of youth knew not this sad gray, says memories of adventurous days. Has Time thus so slowed our spirit and soul, as to make us pay this sad, boring toll? Could it just be, decay of flesh and blood, holds and mires us in this destructive mud? Washed into banks of a river now dried, long before this weaken body has died? As I look for answers in sky above comes reply, " turn back thy heart to ALL love" ! Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2018 Sonnet, ( Thoughts, Looking Back) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 333] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-05-2018 12:43 PM Temptations That Too Oft Rule Dashing Youth Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth One can not avoid some terrible truth Of blinded blindness and its epic pains Horses racing, no rider at the reins! That this old dark world celebrates sad facts Of breaking sweethearts and misguided acts When love's harvest tis bounty to be had Youth's vigor, sees no harm in being bad. Yet with years and wisdom comes wiser heart Finding life has limits, then we depart One may look back with deepest of regrets Realizing one can not win all bets! Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth One can not avoid some terrible truth Of blinded blindness and its epic pains Horses racing no rider at the reins! Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2018 Rhyme, ( Youth and its follies) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 334] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-19-2018 11:57 AM Wading In Soft Waves Of That Distant Shore When dawn's light broke, her tears had not yet dried Her sobs came back, echoes in howling winds Was it a nightmare, had her lover died, Was this tragedy how their true love ends? He woke upon a long white sandy shore His heart heard her pleading words from afar Deep yearnings, to please, just touch her once more, Gaze at Heaven and see her shining star. Night fell, her broken heart did not dare rest She knew that soon they would be reunited Beautiful eyes closed, she began her quest, Leave this world that was now sorrow blighted. When dawn's light broke, there she was, his new bride Wading in soft waves of that distant shore A short trip, now both had taken that ride, Winds blew, no more did her pleas they implore. Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2018 Rhyme, ( When Love's Great Power Reunites) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 335] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2018 12:52 PM Red Sky Fire And Its Victims Left To Grieve Massive shadow paled over scurrying ants on the ground terror borne aloft, fire cursing beast riding across the skies shimmering black and green scales, its armored sound weeping shadows watched as victims echoed their cries. From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate? New dawn, victims yet cried, sending moans into the air into day's light, its heavy silence, languishing fears dead lying everywhere, village burnt far beyond repair epic misery, all awash in buckets of sorrow's wettest tears. From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate? Alas! Even the ever faithful priest had been burned as well ghastly fire-belching beast had sought he out first women and children burned in this new unearthly Hell how many more deaths to sate this dragon's massive thirst? From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate? From the mountain far away, fire belching from its snowy roof thunderous rumbles, growls of demonic beastly throes for this display of hellish agony was more than enough proof as were the mourning survivors hiding in their dark holes. From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate? Robert J. Lindley 6-27-2018 (Mythical creatures contest) Note--I may even get around to entering this one, not sure yet. I wrote one for another contest few weeks ago and forgot to enter it. Contest filled up and closed while the poems sat forgotten by me, for two weeks-- lol- --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 336] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2018 12:08 PM As We Imagine Gods, Venus And Mars Universe eternally unending expanding space infinity sending, vast emptiness, separating its stars as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars. Swirling in galaxies, churning cosmic dust as puny man in his weak science trusts, magnitude, such ignorance truly awes as if the universe awaits our calls. We have such pride in our blindness and pains calling shallow finds, our tremendous gains, truth speaks, things we can never overcome as universe sends its eternal hum. Universe eternally unending expanding space infinity sending, vast emptiness, separating its stars as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars. R.J. Lindley, April 12th, 1974 ( Of epic blindness and false pride ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 337] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-10-2018 02:27 PM Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All When young, life was full of joy and great thrills I recall that was how happiness feels, a new toy a trip to the nearby park birds singing, magical flight of a stark. Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day out of classroom watching a new school play, Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond our favorite movies, we were so fond! Growing up, tremendous change had to come too oft heartache became the rule of thumb, Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new. With such beauty and deep satisfaction sometimes came the opposite reaction truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected! In living through life, its good* and its bad if wise, we could find depth of what we had, love and sorrow are both needed to grow happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow. Treasures great and small are in youthful past best we embrace it and not run too fast Through it all family, love matters most without that, time was no more than burnt toast! Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 240 Total # Words: 188 Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*.... For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul. I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 338] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2018 10:10 AM Find The Waiting Light And Redemption's Well Lit Path Ride not that raging bull, horns poisoned to the tips your heart armored against all that would inflict pain; such soul warping feeds on the venom as it drips, as blindness leads until only hatred remains! Stop! Let what little shreds of hidden light exist expand in your weeping and crying heart then heal; with that smallest of sparks, your lost soul must resist greatest hate and sorrows that leads you to not feel! As each glowing new dawn, then grows your new birthed love your eyes will open to joy's softest touch and tears; you may again, see Light cast from Heavens above, find that redemption's path, destroys all hate and fears! When glorious Light renews heart, love and its sight such pure joy comes from Heaven, not hatred's dark might. Robert Lindley, 7-12-2018 Sonnet,( True Lit Path To Recovery) Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 132 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 339] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-17-2018 05:37 PM Written by me and my very talented writing partner , Susan Ashley..-Tyr Allow The Dawn To Wake Us I would write words for you, dipped in beauty and gold my heart would burst for you, if it were just that bold; with you, our romance cries out, for an eight day week with you, I have found the truest of deep love I seek. Walk with me, to paradise its bright singing birds Talk to me, your voice sends golden, beautiful words; stay this night, let our two souls and pure hearts entwine allow dawn to wake us, let our loving hours shine. Love does flow with heat for you from my melted heart honey dipped allure your ambrosia does impart, time together precious as racing pulse does chime in amaranthine night of purple passion prime. Basking in our luscious love lush and heaven-sent rousing first blush bathes us embraced in our content; sunrise spreads ardent reds blessing our love story dawning dew thrills the bloom of our morning glory. Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) July 17,2018 My poet's note: Yet again my dear friend Susan, it is an honor and delightful pleasure to discuss with and write this collaborative, inspiring creation with you. Your poetic heart and soul is evident in the depths and beauty of the verses you always contribute to our poetry. To have you as a dear friend and then also be so very blessed as to be gifted your time, insight and talent in composing poetry together is a fantastic revelation of your kindness, generosity and high standing character. Susan's poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, thank you for your gracious invitation to collaborate with you on this luminous piece of poetry. It is my honor to unite our poetic voices once again and a joy to be inspired by your golden verses of rich romance and ardent love. Our collaborations, and your wonderful talent and kindhearted friendship are treasured and I cherish our shared passion for creating poetry.. I truly enjoyed this exquisite poetic and artistic experience with you my dear friend. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 340] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-25-2018 09:36 PM Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard. Today starts my anticipated forest trek, seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck, last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies. Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies, finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground, thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found. First step taken, this soul takes its desperate flight, embrace anew, treasures that make life feel alright. Through drifted powdered paths my healing does begin rhythm of my brisk breath is like a cleansing hymn. Serenity in solitude is what I seek, in contemplative meditations I do speak amongst the frosted firs a chapel for my prayers in your Trust surrendering all worries and tears. To slow life’s commotion and hush harsh emotion, quiet communion in woodland is my potion - sweetest swells of ecstasy makes my spirit swoon in whitest snowdrop bloom my heart will follow soon. With every snowy step I purify a thought in this pristine Love I find absolution sought. The winding trail I followed with a downcast face and left behind the sorrow of my past disgrace. Ascending farther to the snowy mountains peak animated to discover my fate unique. I shall not let my courage waver, not this time, with weary steps I continue my forward climb. The final steps to reach my summits divine light, my mind virtuous as snowflakes of purest white, I inhale the essence of life at nature’s hem, finally free from chains of torment I condemn. With Fate and Time to blend with Earth, I shall redeem my dignity and recover my self-esteem. Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren (a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul) July 25, 2018 Poet's note: It was with great and deep pleasure that we three poets joined together to compose this poem. As our hearts and minds united to bring a harvest of beauty, treasures and soul finding solace within a journey through Nature's garden and its soul soothing solitude, covered in whitest of snowflakes and heart's seeking desires. My heartfelt thanks goes to my two wonderful and awesomely talented co-writers, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren. To have the true honor of creating with such dear friends is a blessing indeed! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 *************************************** Edited- 9-02-2018 ~ POTW ~ ( Poem Of The Week Awarded ) Week of July 29, 2018 It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 341] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-01-2018 09:15 AM Once I Found, Once I Woke, Once Love Came Once I found, that darken cave to hide in Having no true friends to then confide in I sank each rowboat I took a ride in Embraced scenes of glory I took pride in Created dream realms that I then died in Once I woke, I found sweet clouds to walk on In that bliss, found dear subjects to talk on Enter tirades that my mind could squawk on Became a fool that they put their mock on A broken sidewalk no child put chalk on. Once love came, I grabbed its heart to hold to Soon begged its soft hands, to be sold to Sought sweet times, deeper soul to be told to Conquer enemies, others be bold to Find havens that could quickly be rode to. R.J. Lindley, April 22nd, 1973 Rhyme, ( Dreams, Loves And Other Fantasies) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 150 Total # Words: 128 Note: Taken from one of my private poetry journals. Thought this was one that I'd never share openly but my muse urged me to do so this morn.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 342] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2018 09:06 AM In Admiration For The Bright Red Rose What would a rose be without each sharp thorn easily from sweet mother earth thus torn, at the mercy of Nature's hungry jaws tender roots dug from the soil by long claws. Would we miss such beauty if never seen perish that sad thought, such would be obscene, if dawn's rays did not light rose garden's glow would be as if black was color of snow! What sorrow if my Love, my lady so fair had no beautiful red rose in her hair, if deep romance, rose did not represent may we proclaim its beauty heaven sent? How sweet it is, to our Love give a rose. Say, your great beauty flows from head to toes! Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018 Sonnet, ( In Praise Of The Brightest Red Rose) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 343] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-08-2018 11:23 AM In Whispering Mists, Dying Gods There Grieve Within Shadows casting in forth blackened glow, secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust, there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow far beneath a granite hardened evil crust. Within corridors in ancient temples Time waits for the golden winds of Loves renewed trust sealed up fast and tight, their heavy gates, holding back those deaths found to be unjust. In whispering mists, dying Gods there grieve there time now sadly wasted and ill spent sifting Love's gems through golden sieves, they see far too late, what human Life truly meant. What of legendary Gods, did such beings ever exist oft descending to earth to wreck havoc there or in Hades pits cast all, their divine powers did resist, the glories of faithful worship they deemed fair. Within Shadows casting in forth blackened glow, secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust, there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow far beneath a granite hardened evil crust. Robert J. Lindley, 8-08-2018 Rhyme, ( Of Dead Gods, Evil beasts And Man's Folly) Note: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 344] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-10-2018 05:17 PM A Sweet Child's Untimely Death Windswept leaves blown upon abandoned house doorstep there rests in peace, as if morning mail. Driveway empty aside from an old red broken tricycle, remnants from the last family and the death of their child. Alas, Fate created this lonely and tragic scene, with its sorrows now flown far away. Chill breeze attacks the trees as if to say, sorrows are here and her they will stay, for their child exists no more. Exists no more, echoing savagely - she exists no more! A sweet child's untimely death. Reality's naked and almost unbearable truth. Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2018 Free verse, (Based upon a very old tragedy many decades ago) Note: Oft reality curses and seems to be an unbearable state to have to endure. Yet in this realm Fate, Time, Reality and Death are all-powerful commanders on a ship speeding across the universe. Only stop to get off of it -- is death... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 345] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-12-2018 03:47 PM Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal (Part One) Robert J. Lindley, 8-04- 2018 Rhyme (Mythology, Great Tales) Notes- 1. Achilles*: - (Of Troy fame*) Achilles, in Greek mythology, son of the mortal Peleus, king of the Myrmidons, and the Nereid, or sea nymph, Thetis. Achilles was the bravest, handsomest, and greatest warrior of the army of Agamemnon in the Trojan War. According to Homer, Achilles was brought up by his mother at Phthia with his cousin and inseparable companion Patroclus. One of the non-Homeric tales of his childhood relates that Thetis dipped Achilles in the waters of the River Styx, by which means he became invulnerable, except for the part of his heel by which she held him—the proverbial “Achilles’ heel.” Read more: http://www.mythencyclopedia.com/Pa-P...#ixzz5NE789BPO 2. (Achilles) father*: - Peleus - Peleus, a figure from Greek mythology, is best known as the father of the Greek hero Achilles* and the husband of the sea nymph Thetis. As a youth, Peleus was banished from his homeland after he killed one of his brothers. Peleus suffered misfortune everywhere he went and fled from two kingdoms during his life. Zeus* himself arranged for Peleus to marry Thetis. Zeus loved Thetis, but he decided to abandon his courtship when he learned that the fates had declared that Thetis's son would become more powerful than his father. After marrying Peleus, Thetis bore him a son named Achilles. She tried to make the infant immortal by holding him in fire to burn away his human weakness. Peleus, however, was horrified and stopped Thetis, leaving Achilles' heel vulnerable. Angered, Thetis abandoned her family and returned to the sea. nymph minor goddess of nature, usually represented as young and beautiful immortal able to live forever Peleus became king of Phthia, but he was overthrown by his enemies when Achilles left for the Trojan Warf. Thetis took pity on Peleus and brought him back to her sea cave, where they lived together forever. 3.. (Achilles) mother*:- Thetis his mother, was the immortal Nereid Thetis, Thetis attempted to render her son Achilles invulnerable. In the well-known version, she dipped him in the River Styx, holding him by one heel, which remained vulnerable. In an early and less popular version of the story, Thetis anointed the boy in ambrosia and put him on top of a fire to burn away the mortal parts of his body. She was interrupted by Peleus and she abandoned both father and son in a rage, leaving his heel vulnerable. A nearly identical story is told by Plutarch, in his On Isis and Osiris, of the goddess Isis burning away the mortality of Prince Maneros of Byblos, son of Queen Astarte, and being likewise interrupted before completing the process. Later on in life, Achilles is killed by Paris when he is shot in his vulnerable spot, the heel. This is where the term "Achilles' heel" is derived from. 4.Ares* : Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera. In Greek literature, he often represents the physical or violent and ... Symbols‎: ‎Sword‎, ‎spear‎, ‎shield‎, ‎helmet‎, ‎chariot‎, ...Parents‎: ‎Zeus‎ and ‎Hera 5. Charon*: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This article is about the mythological figure. For the moon of Pluto, see Charon (moon). For other uses, see Charon (disambiguation). Attic red-figure lekythos attributed to the Tymbos painter showing Charon welcoming a soul into his boat, c. 500-450 BC In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon (/'k??r?n, -?n/; Greek Χ?ρων) is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead. A coin to pay Charon for passage, usually an obolus or danake, was sometimes placed in or on the mouth of a dead person.[1] Some authors say that those who could not pay the fee, or those whose bodies were left unburied, had to wander the shores for one hundred years. In the catabasis mytheme, heroes – such as Aeneas, Dionysus, Heracles, Hermes, Odysseus, Orpheus, Pirithous, Psyche, Theseus and Sisyphus – journey to the underworld and return, still alive, conveyed by the boat of Charon. 6. Styx*": From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia "River Styx" The waters of one Styx in the Aroanian mountains In Greek mythology, Styx (/'st?ks/; Ancient Greek: Στ?ξ [stýk?s][citation needed]) is a deity and a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld, often called "Hades" which is also the name of its ruler. The rivers Styx, Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe, and Cocytus supposedly all converge at the center of the underworld on a great marsh, which sometimes is also called the Styx. According to Herodotus, the river Styx originates near Feneos.[1] Styx is also a goddess with prehistoric roots in Greek mythology as a daughter of Tethys, after whom the river is named and because of whom it had miraculous powers. 7. Hades*: In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son regurgitated by his father.[2] He and his brothers Zeus and Poseidon defeated their father's generation of gods, the Titans, and claimed rulership over the cosmos. Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus. The Etruscan god Aita and Roman gods Dis Pater and Orcus were eventually taken as equivalent to the Greek Hades and merged as Pluto, a Latinization of his euphemistic Greek name Plouton (Greek: Πλο?των Ploúton).[3] Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal Part One- (Years Before Troy) Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they blame looking at the heavens he saw the moon glowing blood red sending its message of truth about his victims now dead! Rising from night bed, screams from those slain still ringing he knew much more torment they would be bringing there was darkness in his soul that, nothing could ever tame his father* had made death and destruction his only game! Small was the solace that, mortal men praised his deeds how in fiercest battles he makes his victims bleed dispatching each to Charon* for that final dark boat trip on river Styx, to Hades pain hides in each thirsty sip! As pitiful dead faces come through bloody halls louder and louder heard are their dark cursing calls those words become deep stabbing daggers and his heart is pained he realizes, worthless value of great fame he has gained! Asking mother Thetis* why she gave this curse sincerely proclaiming that, nothing could be worse To Peleus* his father, he in tears begins to speak begging for mercy and the love he forever there seeks! He not knowing, Fate had demanded his half-god birth destiny's reasons hidden, he pondered life's worth asking why could not Apollo*, his suffering now ease not seeing, even mighty gods can not do as they please! As silence grew louder, his soul already hurt he saw dying faces falling on bloodstained dirt As voices and bloody shadows sank back into stone wall his heart and soul's in memory, stored every cursing call! Seeing now, last vestiges of heavenly lights Achilles took time to remember all his fights soon begging for dawn, its soothing lights his pained soul relieved away washed curses of those that had cause to be aggrieved. Rising to meet bright sun and dawn's glistening beams he felt its deep gifting warmth and Hope that redeems Fate and Destiny granted this warrior another day on this mortal plain, for now, his half-god body would stay. Robert J. Lindley, 8-04- 2018 Rhyme (Mythology, Great Tales) See More Detailed Notes Listed Above- 1. Achilles*: - (Of Troy fame*) 2. (Achilles) father*: - Peleus 3.. (Achilles) mother*:- Thetis his mother, was the immortal Nereid Thetis, 4.Ares* : Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera. 5. Charon*: In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon (/'k??r?n, -?n/; Greek ?????) is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers 6. Styx*": "River Styx" The waters of one Styx in the Aroanian mountains In Greek mythology, Styx (/'st?ks/; Ancient Greek: St?? [stýk?s][citation needed]) is a deity and a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld, often called "Hades" which is also the name of its ruler. The rivers Styx, Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe, and Cocytus supposedly all converge at the center of the underworld on a great marsh, which sometimes is also called the Styx. 7. Hades*: In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus. ** Modern interpretation Hades equals Hell.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 ****************************************************************************** Achilles, The Journey To Troy, Part Two Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018 (Part Two) - The Journey To Troy 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 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 432 Total # Words: 333 Achilles, The Journey To Troy, (Part Two) of (Part One-titled, Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal) Woe! wretched horrors Olympic gods sent that day mighty king suffered his treasure stolen away power of Troy against strongest of Grecian might testing magnificent force of great Spartan fight! Saving proud Greek honor was the summoning call an arrogant king demanded Troy's suffering fall swift as Hermes, to warriors, messengers sent his request answered, they came in flooding torrents. As Grecian phalanx were boarding its warring ships strong was the question upon the warriors lips Achilles! Achilles! Will our fight he now join for he answers not to kings selfish whims or coins Roaring loud happy cheers as his ships sails were seen warriors, certain victories plunders they'd glean his godlike bearing seen at warships splashing prow for not even Troy's massive walls could stop them now! Soon Troy's riches they would gather with bloody hands slaughter its haughty citizens burn its rich lands steal its power and gold, take its women as slaves for its sins cast its rabble into early graves! With sacrifices made to Aires they could not fail the gods had sent favoring winds to fill their sails Poseidon. rewarded faithful kings, gave their due they sailed on with pride of warriors and ships crew. Eager to land and fight battles for glory's sake to the Olympic gods they prayed their lives not take gift them courage and hone well their slashing sharp blades allow the joys of victor's homecoming parades. Dawn's rays saw Achille's ship surging far ahead he had his prowess and dark blood-lust to be fed In his heart he knew this battle would be his last glory and fame taken would set the world aghast! As night fell, they knew new day's light, would blood-lust sate they each sought to placate dark master of their Fate with prayers and incense to burn throughout dark of night each prepared for this the greatest of all their fights! Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2018 (Part Two) - The Journey To Troy 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 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 432 Total # Words: 333 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 346] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-25-2018 09:55 AM One By Design, The Other By Mere Chance In valley of dying echoes, low moans slow gasps, with silver inlaid overtones; lives two rivals, infinite powers each, both waging their wars, to mortal man teach. Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance. One by design, the other by mere chance. Mortal life, chained to such powerful foes man seeing such truth in his dying throes; coming into this evil realm to die, with hope to someday into heaven fly. Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance. One by design, the other by mere chance. Walking through life, in a crawling blind trance searching for more, for life saving romance; while days and nights in sad flurries sail on, man wallows and sings in a grievous tone. Time and Fate, each destroying with dark glance. One by design, the other by mere chance. R.J. Lindley, Jan, 26th, 1978 ( Seeing only darkest black ) Note- Deleted.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 347] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-28-2018 07:14 AM Epitaph Of My Old Friend, An Honorable Man He wore not great riches nor riding cloak, Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak, No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow, worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow: His enemies found he knew not retreat Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet He had an inner force, massive power Stood against world, like a castle tower. As mighty oak he withstood stormy winds Found joy with his close neighbors and dear friends His home a castle without guarding moat Man of letters, he and inner soul wrote: Poetry and songs devised to bring cheer Whether home or at taverns drinking beer His oath, vowing to treat one and all fair A gentle man, yet cross him none would dare. Had you known him, his honor so true, Fairly he would take the measure of you, If found worthy, happily shake your hand, Let you hunt on his grandfather's wild lands: Be a trusty friend, should you ask for more From his table, his wines so freely pour Full of vigor, to needy he gave One others shed tears visiting his grave. He wore not great riches nor riding cloak, Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak, No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow, worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow: His enemies found he knew not retreat Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet He had an inner force, massive power Stood against world, like a castle tower. Robert J. Lindley, 8-28-2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 348] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-28-2018 07:29 AM Miracula And life is an hour's sun Upon a lonely island peak Whose mighty base leviathan Scarce roundeth in a week. So far away the secrets lie Within ourselves, so deep they go In catacombs of memory, Ten thousand years below. Yet every tiny flower and shell, And every flash of human thought, Are worlds as wide as Heaven and Hell, As wonderfully wrought. And life is an hour's sun Upon a lonely island peak Whose mighty base leviathan Scarce roundeth in a week. R.J. Lindley Date- no date given, must have been in the early 70's.... *Si quaeris miracula* If Thou Seekest Miracles -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 349] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-01-2018 09:05 AM It Is Truly Time To Time to bury the past, move on sing again in different tone; climb another mystery hill* soothe sooner our love aching bone. Time to dance a jig, fancy-feet with dawns we gloriously meet; no longer hold sorrows that kill* allow true love and life to greet. Time to romance and wed our bliss savor forever our first kiss; fly into skies that hearts now heal* embrace love, destined not to miss. Time to stop heartache, truly live carry joy in our souls, forgive; dream more and treasure sweeter thrills* bear 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 1972 Rhyme, (What My Wizen Muse 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 Note- Presented as it was written so long ago- not edited.. I was 18 years old then (born in 1954), I wrote using the numbers, 8 and 18 in mind (8x20 verses = 160). Total words 118.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 350] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-10-2018 02:35 PM Such Majesty There, Where Nature's Beauty Abounds There it was deepest beauty all the way around Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds Like a vision from a very passionate dream Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream I lone interloper into majestic views Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest. Old leaves crunching loud under my invading feet Pondering, is this any great way to first meet Speaking soft to critters, as they scurried away Assuring forest, destruction is not my way Following along winding ancient woodland trail Heart, mind and soul under beaming Nature cast spell Around a narrow bend, climbing down small stream bank Stopping, kneeling, drinking and giving God my thanks. Stepping across stones, over waters crystal clear Thinking if this would be destroyed, my new deep fear Over to yonder hill, small saplings at its base Magic colors sing, behold such infinite grace Suddenly a rush, as swiftly away raced deer All three knowing the truth, do not let man too near Watching as they flew and jumped over fallen log Each springing up and over like a leaping frog. With such majesty abounding, soul wanted more Grateful mind promising, to come back to explore Bring along my best camera to pictures take Save all to a pretty Nature scrapbook then make With purest joy, I turned to trek my way back home Adventurer, seeking under Nature's green dome Finally arriving at my car at sunset Explorer thinking this is as good as it gets. There it was, deepest beauty all the way around Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds Like a vision from a very passionate dream Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream I lone interloper into majestic views Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest. Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2018 Rhyme, ( Remembrances Of An Early Fall Nature Trek) Finished and edited from an earlier version written in 1977. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 351] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-19-2018 06:05 AM Just giving credit were it is due..-Tyr Thanks to my very good friend, our own Abouttime I was inspired to write Pete this little slam rhyme I slammed it out quick and think it is not half bad Although its subject and his arrogance are very sad....... If Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness Is Your Bag If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your bag You live to critique and harangue Your ink stains falsity and in rainbow blues You play as if wearing diamond studded shoes Know some may see your arrogance and in disgust Swear to never even a moment ever you trust So peddle your lies and sickness to the blind As decent folks see well and know your kind. If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your way You love to complicate all you live to say Your thoughts are how is it best to present lies Complicate even basics ingredients in mom's apple pies Know we are not all peasants, stupid and blind Your grievously contrived errors we most oft find So spread your manure on other vacated fields We are not the fools you thought, we never yield. If sesquipedalian loquaciousness is your bag You live to critique and harangue Your ink stains falsity and in rainbow blues You play as if wearing diamond studded shoes Know some may see your arrogance and in disgust Swear to never even a moment ever you trust So peddle your lies and sickness to the blind As decent folks see well and know your kind. Robert J. Lindley, 9-19-2018 Rhyme slam, (Honoring our own little Petey boy) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 352] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-22-2018 03:38 PM On Life, Love, Death, Fate, Time And Other Pondering Of beginnings and endings, chaos in between, life is but illusions, imaginary scenes; a broad fantasy or else a time driven call that deep desperate cry before death's final fall as if, dark nothings rose up to parade around then in mere blink, are buried six feet underground. Within Time's dark hours that swiftly, fleetingly fly, are whispering winds blowing, tho' we know not why; either in gales or gentle and soothing breeze mankind finds his way but never with golden ease as if, invisible power, grasps man's inner soul some may call that Fate and it takes its heavy toll. In between low gasps, some black, others filled with light, each a brief flinging of thoughts, be it day or night; precious few may gift that which oft is called true love for this world spins with that steady of, push and shove as if, unseen forces birth pain and flowing blood for man rose from the dirt and now loves his red mud. Of beginnings and endings, chaos in between, life is but illusions, imaginary scenes; a broad fantasy or else a time driven call that deep desperate cry before death's final fall as if, dark nothings rose up to parade around then in mere blink, are buried six feet underground. R.J. Lindley, Feb. 7th, 1971 Dark Rhyme, ( Are We But Dreaming ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 353] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-28-2018 10:51 PM O'Lord, Can Enduring Such Sorrows Ever Make Me Whole I walked alone, when the lonely had its hold on me I was as good as gone, yet this shattered heart was not free I knew she would never phone, and her silence let me be I found the road to nothingness, sad skies and empty seas. O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul? O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole? I felt the pains, that nightfall tore into my broken heart I walked in the cold rains, tho' my world was ripped apart I sought what little remains, and with its hope dawn's new chart I washed away the stains, crying tears for another start. O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul? O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole? I embraced the agonizing sad, its lost soul crushing blues I wept for the past bad, its mysteries without any clues I forced away the mad, those curses that say, pay your dues I prayed with my all, for her swift return or just any news. O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul? O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole? R.J. Lindley, Rhyme, June 25th 1977 (When Love Is Truly Forever Lost) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 354] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-09-2018 05:38 AM Where My Heart Decided To Rest Where my heart, decided to rest such was happiness, not a test paradise, not a lonely place exquisite beauty of your face. Where this soul, started to find love was not this sad world's push and shove within Heaven's glistening lights was found peace and calm of our nights. Where this spirit, steps up to dance can only be in your romance within sweetness of your soft kiss I pray, never your touch, to miss. Where our all, gave unified joy was true love of a girl and boy embracing of life and its gifts each tender moment that uplifts. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme (Sweet Musings Of My Youth) Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 100 Note- Having been ill these last couple weeks , both my reading, commenting and writing has has suffered a vacancy of will to live as I normally do. I decided to write this morn to try to reverse that spell of the blues. And reaching within, this flowed out as smoothly as silk... even hit the hundred word mark with no edits made... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 355] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-17-2018 05:46 PM Should Fate, Ever This Dark World Defy And Splinter He walked through hidden subterranean tombs crying out his veneration for those long dead they from love, born of our mother's bountiful wombs they that ate her Love, her kind Heart, her daily bread. In cold and heartless deep sea of relentless black devoid of pity begging for mercy's relief its dank lonely air, its merciless, well worn track bearing witness of man's loss and sorrowful grief. Yes there, where faith's promise yet holds its solemn reign where Light shuns, awaiting longed for welcomed advance tho' man in his arrogance too oft tries to feign rule over life, mastery of love's true romance. Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter. Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter. Hold this sad old poet not to these words thus read for his life was once condemned to deep darkest pits far, far better, to see and love deeper instead rather than walk blindly raging from insane fits. I write, profess having no great and saving key rather a newfound heart born from past lived travails nor have I, greater love or deep wisdom in me tho' I have survived world's evil, its many hells. With Hope, dreams, its mercy gifted by divine hands as manna from Heaven fell, Love that saw great need for once lost in darkness, one can not rise to stand unless Light and Love heal soulful wounds that so bleed. Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter. Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter. Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2018 Rhyme, ( Prayer For The Dead, started 1978, edited and finished today) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables:-- 336 Total # Words:-- 254 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 356] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-28-2018 09:31 AM How Things Change When You Are Old When you are old, have seen your dreams crumble, You walk slow, often talk in a mumble, Your eyes once so bright, are now dull and dim Fat cries out, you are not young, fit and trim; Once had quick wit, now you forget to eat Youthful courage gone, you admit defeat, Too much time alone and you ponder this Why dawn's sweetest awakenings you now miss; Sun starts to set, you trudge towards your bed You ask if pain, is in your heart or head, Hoot owl calls, you tell it to shut hell up You'd make coffee, if you could find a cup; Tomorrow's hope is just another day Visit the park if you could find which way, You find pretty gals, do not stir your heart You think great fun, is a day at Walmart! Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2018 Rhyme.( When old, future years's promises vanish) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 357] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-07-2018 11:30 AM A Dedication To He That This Old Poet Truly Admires Hardened was his sad heart when a mere lad- Never a kind word, all seemed very bad- Born a true and strong athlete to behold Into slavery and dark he was sold, Emerged an honest man of mighty girth A living Samson, a man of true worth. As gentle friend one could truly thank God Woe to those that felt his wrath or his rod! Such great prowess one should never deny. Always willing to give others fair try. Stone-hard product of American shores With hand axe, a slayer of savage boars A majestic hunter of no small fame Savage man or beast he could and did tame, A hero returning from the great War Proof as was seen, his many battle scars. Never had he ever failed to show might victor in every hand to hand fight! Such great prowess one should never deny. Always willing to give others fair try. Never one to fear world's darkest powers- A hard worker, no lover of idle hours- Racing to do that which others so fear Holding mother and siblings very dear, Lover of horses, cats and faithful dogs A Paul Bunyan one stroke, splitting huge logs. Rock steady and never once defeated punishing those who had his friends cheated! Such great prowess one should never deny. Always willing to give others fair try. Rewarded to live to a ripe old age- Some called hero, others a wise old sage- Myself, I just loved him as my best friend True chap that is faithful until the end, Bright red roses adorn his earthen bed none daring to walk paths he had once tread. His life and memory are treasured gold kind of brave man, I long to be when old! Such great prowess one should never deny. Always willing to give others fair try. Robert J. Lindley, July 11th, 1993 Rhyme, (Dedication poem) Note- Presented as was originally composed, no edits to the verses(body of the work). I was tempted but then I thought may be best to leave as was felt and written the first go.... Added the word - "Old" - , to the Title, as seemed fitting since that describes the current state of the author. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 358] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-11-2018 04:27 PM He That Sees Such Oceans Of Boldly Waving Gold He that with deep knowledge looks at a field of wheat says, there Mother Nature builds for us to soon eat man derives from her now plowed rich virgin soil many luscious crops by his hard sweat and toil, and such is not manna falling from open skies nor is it freely gifted bread, sweet cakes and pies. For Mother Nature, her beauty had to be tamed her majesty and huge body had to be maimed massive trees and brush were cut down and then burned man honed steel blade rich virgin soil overturned, and with purpose created huge seeded fields to garner food harvests in ever greater yields. He that sees such oceans of boldly waving gold thinks this serves us truly well and soon will be sold the money gained, will my family clothe and feed, removing us from great hardship and wanton need that moment, not care about Nature spilled blood for he has fled poverty and hut built from mud. He that with deep knowledge looks at a field of wheat says, there Mother Nature builds for us to soon eat man derives from her now plowed rich virgin soil so many luscious crops by his hard sweat and toil, and such is not manna falling from open skies nor is it freely gifted bread, sweet cakes and pies. R. J. Lindley, 4-21-1977 Rhyme, ( On Mother Nature's Sacrifice Man's Gain) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 359] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-20-2018 07:35 AM Lord Of Long Shadows, Master Poe And I Lord of long shadows had invaded hearth and home sauntered in amidst cracklings of hot fireplace flames Saying, " I like this sad place, may I freely roam you know friend, I do dearly love playing sad games". And with sardonic laugh, flew around and about breaking mirrors so no image was reflected Shall we see just how many pains I can churn out shouting, "let me remind, sad woes you've neglected". I questioned, asking if it would once be so kind, for I the master of hearth and home had some rights Shadow said, "ask away poor soul, I do not mind I oft get deeply bored on these cold wintry nights". Searching for something to give me some kind of sway for these darklings, can bring epic pains and sorrows I queried, "did you plague Master Poe night and day seek to destroy his joys and all his tomorrows"? That sardonic smile, and hideous laugh roared back I see you too like to play clever little games Somehow you figured out my past and are on track shall you be seeking any more great poet's names? Shall that triumph of my destroying power do to strike proper fear into your old, aching heart I shall advise, lets recall your woes, set your dues tis best we gaze at your love's losses for a start. Then with twinkling flame-red eyes, power to thus cast shadow snapped fingers, removed its covering mask This beauty was your first and you then swore your last need I give angelic name, dare you even ask? Through tears I saw my love, so many years passed on those dear blue eyes and her smile that I now so miss Then shadow showed her fiery death and bleached white bones asking, "would I want to touch, her decay now kiss"? I could not reply, the pain ached in me so hard my sobs echoed and gave shadow such immense glee Shadow cursed and cried, "you dare call yourself bard when you can not bear these sorrows, I gift to thee". Would your Master Poe not in deep dismay thus frown at this pitiful wretch, just one lost love has wrought You act as he, seeing Annabel's bloody gown knowing her sad death, has so much of his fame bought. I then saw envy in shadow's arrogant mind how it despised all poets and Poe's fantastic fame A great weakness, for such conceit makes one stone-blind seeding a crack in its misery birthing game. My thoughts interrupted, shadow had more to show it cast forth delicious picnic by a blue lake With it, image of my love Helen laughing so yet again this was more than this lost-soul could take Now begging, please, please, show me such losses no more I recall each true love that in my youth I failed Shadow have mercy, this one act I now implore save me from what, past death scene daggers have impaled With pride out of sight, it stooped to look down and close as it gazed I said, "your art and you are adored." Such was my chance to deliver truth's overdose you destroyed Master Poe yet more you have implored. Its rapt attention, flattering words soon did gain with guile I asked, why this world, your fame now denies For my poet's heart found words to shower like rain with, why does wicked world, ignore your righteous cries. Sent you to torment poets like Master Poe and I as a ghastly shadow, form devoid, with no name Its hideous face changed, tears formed as if to cry as it saw it too was victim, we were the same. I hid my smile, seeing rage and bitterness set in for shadow now felt wrongly used and thus betrayed Shadow felt my words, their true weight, knew just then his game lost, how by this loser he had been played. With a curt and dismissive bow he said goodbye proclaiming how my kind he'd visit no more Yet would greet me after my mortal coil shall die and with sardonic smile said, " to even the score." Entering my room on beam of glittering white from within Raven's painting out came my friend Poe Saying, "I told you we would have such great delight, that was same wicked shadow that dealt my death blow". I replied, "thank you grandfather of my dear muse, shall we drink or out that window at the moon shout For your guile, insightful words I wisely did use shadow now knows its pride, has been kicked about". Master Poe smiled and laughed saying, "what a grand treat your wicked shadow once won its game against me Now dearest friend, with our words we gave its defeat and we have for now set your poetic soul free." With this fine advice, Master Poe bid me goodbye write my friend, even dark poetry if need be For heaven hears poetic words artists pen-cry pray sweet blessings upon those believing as we. Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2018 Rhyme, ( Long Shadow's Defeat and Poe's Revenge) (ORIGINAL VERSION STARTED IN 1978) Note: This was first written 40 years ago, 1978.. I have rewritten these 7 times in those forty-one years and this makes number 8... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 360] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-22-2018 07:12 AM Know This, Her Eyes Weep Now Know: she and I buried dead loves in old tin cans our hands stained with blood held far too long With heated rush, we walked into patient storms there was fast, loud music but never a soft song This: my heart still loves the falling Autumn leaves our hot romantic nights gave us all, back then She made promises with beautiful sexy smiles their deaths, are the pains of which I now so grieve Her: luscious lips, lit fires that yet burn with ache our happy time was glorious, yet fated to die With sorrows deep born, comes pains that gash the tender flesh of a lamb pleading at the stake Eyes: that cast poetry into this man's willing soul her lies, soft feathers soothing a young man's nights Time denies the eternal bliss passion oft gifts as if Fate commands, now drink from this empty bowl Weep: tears for the fondest of life's sweet pleasures memories of a time that fantasy could not match Does she remember, I bowed to her as a defeated fool while she sauntered away, seeking greater pleasures Now: she lives in an old castle that walls crumble wearing gowns that fallen goddesses have thrown away My spirit demands I not go look to see for myself for fear that eyes and lips beckon and I again stumble Know this, her eyes weep now, that it is too late Know this, her eyes weep now, that it is too late Robert J. Lindley, April 12th 2002 Rhyme, ( Where do fallen goddesses go ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 361] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2018 01:11 PM R. J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973 Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice... Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained great insight into the life of Native Americans from words he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts carried out by "whites" against Native Americans. New Note: Population history of indigenous peoples of the Americas From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The population figure of indigenous peoples of the Americas before the 1492 voyage of Christopher Columbus have proven difficult to establish. Scholars rely on archaeological data and written records from settlers from Europe. Most scholars writing at the end of the 19th century estimated that the pre-Columbian population was as low as 10 million; by the end of the 20th century most scholars gravitated to a middle estimate of around 50 million, with some historians arguing for an estimate of 100 million or more.[1] Contact with the Europeans led to the European colonization of the Americas, in which millions of immigrants from Europe eventually settled in the Americas. The population of African and Eurasian peoples in the Americas grew steadily, while the indigenous population plummeted. Eurasian diseases such as influenza, bubonic plague and pneumonic plagues, yellow fever, smallpox, and malaria devastated the Native Americans, who did not have immunity to them. Conflict and outright warfare with Western European newcomers and other American tribes further reduced populations and disrupted traditional societies. The extent and causes of the decline have long been a subject of academic debate, along with its characterization as a genocide.[2] American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear; Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man birthing growing urges to return and run truly free, falling upon ancient trails, foraging for lean red meat race with red-heart's deepest desires into widest abyss, embrace our mother earth, unified into one body. Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'. Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'. Standing proud, atop very high and lonesome mountain crag winds caressing one of Nature's most beautiful creatures; Notes calling loud, that give night's resplendent moon pregnant pause in that silent and golden moment, where man so trembles, for it is then knowledge comes, therein sings of true freedom having no need for dreams of blind men or dark worldly lusts, speaking to pack below, mirroring its deep felt tones. Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'. Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'. Alas! Fate and Fury- rage combine and oft delivers soul-crushing, black-handed cuts from darkened realms far below; Wherein has justice overcame Fate's most savage attacks when hatred and greed both conspired to not be defeated, in infliction of war's sorrows and deadly destruction while parading under banner of Light and compassion, tales of malevolent beasts, benevolently destroyed! Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'. Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'. R. J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973 Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice... Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained great insight into the life of Native Americans from words he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts carried out by "whites" against Native Americans. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 *********************************************** This poem was awarded Poem of the Week and places 24th, on the best the ONE HUNDRED BEST NEW POEMS LIST. I was just a month shy of 19 years old, back when I wrote this.. Recently decided to present it at my poetry site and have it copyrighted as my work. --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 362] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-28-2018 03:51 PM What Of Famous Warriors, How Should They Be Judged Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love should not their character reflect far more the man more than victorious fight, when push came to shove should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh? Dare we set scales that may belittle other facts Love of all other earthen treasures cast aside what of dearest children raised to be faithful one can not stop heroic pride, its rushing tide fame true earned, by default makes us all grateful biased judgments given, are oft hard to retract. Of heroes deaths and its powers to reincarnate the imagined greatness of dying fighting true Statues, spears, shields and sabers relics that present perhaps more praise than savagery should thus accrue for mixed in was blood-lust we all know was Hell-sent caught in colors that war paintings so decorate. Is it right to judge for war victory alone that the man, only had blood-letting to give can we rationalize that such is work of Fate in war, innocent victims had no right to Live should such men be judged by barbarity and hate and weight of their deadly deeds thus have to atone? Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love should not their character reflect far more the man more than victorious fight, when push came to shove should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh? R.J. Lindley. July 9th, 1973 Rhyme, ( Does Greater Bloodshed, A True Warrior Make ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 363] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-04-2018 05:03 PM Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018 Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too) Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly". Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam. Definition of “crop up” - English Dictionary American English “crop up” in American English See all translations crop up -pp- — phrasal verb with crop US ? /kr?p/ verb [ T ] -pp- ?to happen or appear unexpectedly: ***************************************************************************** What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures! If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch! Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown! What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam! Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018 Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too) Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today. Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 364] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-05-2018 06:19 PM This was awarded Poem Of The Day, this morning. My previous poem last week was awarded Poem Of The Week. -Tyr What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures! If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch! Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown! What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam! Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018 Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too) Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today. Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 365] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-14-2018 05:13 PM Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care! Wild young fool, hellbent on fighting this evil world Treasures sought while diving deep, for the shiniest pearl! Of lost loves, shattered hearts, I've had and suffered many Yet of sweetest blessings, I have been rewarded plenty In stark realization, this world has cut me to the bone Immaturity, a tool used by this fool to self dethrone And while in total chaos, I started fires I could not quell for haunting nightmares sent my broken heart into hell! With agony from lapping flames and deepest regrets came punishments deserved from what rashness begets! Her name was Beauty. She lit the stars in heavenly skies Alluringly ravishing, soft blue, the color of her eyes She wore a blue mini-skirt that prompted hot desires so fierce that mere water could not quench passion's fires In a flash my heart forbade me, words with which to speak my knees, hard-knocking; my heart faint and then grew weak! With that confessed, dear reader, my soul was enraptured by this graceful lady, my heart had thus been captured! Sad that I should have to convey this sorrowful news Too soon she was lost to me and I crashed in shades of blues Such rashness of youth takes a horrific toll of gifts and within a single heartbeat my life incurred sad shifts Had my weakness not reared its impatient, ugly head I would not have fallen, and love would have won instead Yet, temptation from its darkness of abodes rose up offering the cup of a far sweeter wine that I would sup! And in this wicked world, I heard its sworn applause with swiftness of truth, destroyed was love's great cause A man thus lost, thus fallen, recalls only his painful aches and mourning sorrowed cries, "Pity me, for heaven's sake." Yet, justice turns its blind eye and stirs his aches even more searing flames blaze, as they relentlessly shut the door! From such woe-begotten lessons a youth should surely learn If you lick a raging fire, your tongue will feel the burn! I weaved for you, dear reader, words true and sincere tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers It's truth from a life long-lived too fast and much too wild in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care! Wild young fool, lessons taught when lightning bolts hurled sought useless treasure when the flag of lust was unfurled! Robert J. Lindley, 12-07-2018 Rhyme, ( 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12, stanza's) ( Regrets And Youthful Follies, Life Lessons Learned ) (Wild young fool, taught hard-lessons in this evil world of treasures sought diving for forbidden dark pearl!) Note: It was with sincere appreciation of her great poetic talent that I wrote this poem after reading a truly wonderful poem she had composed. My dear friend, Lin Lane's poem, titled, "Relieve My Heart of its Ache" gave inspiration, poetic spirit and my muse cause for me to sit and write this piece. I then sent this piece for her to see and telling her of her inspiring poem giving rise to this creation, she graciously responded by offering to edit this poem, a very kind and generous act. I accepted and am so truly thankful, as now its quality, its flow and its shine have all been immensely increased. I dedicate this poem to my very kind and generous dear friend, Lin Lane.. Posted today as promised after my having delayed posting due to a previous promise I made to another poet and dear friend. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 366] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-16-2018 01:17 PM Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born Contest entry: Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born Mighty ghost of Christmas past, thy heart beats to stir aghast, grievous sorrows of loss. While we celebrate joys, holiday's treats, time flies forth, giving such gems not a toss. Ghostly are memories we oft cherish to waken our souls to their truest of Lights. As we pray, God's words shall never perish we shall recall blind were given new sight! Pray we our daily bread, our Savior born gave his Life instead that we live again. Although world cries and life may seem forlorn our Lord, our Savior, is our faithful friend. With dear hopes and sweet dreams, Christmas reminds. Light embraced, life needs no other rewinds. Sonnet 12-16-2018 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Edit (2-23-2019)- Not award a place. This is the fourth time my entry has been give an N/A by this contest sponsor. I being no fool, have a fairly good judgement of exactly what is going on. Some judges will place even childishly composed poems over far better poems. I guess they have their reasons but none that exhibit anything close to fair analysis of verse, or quality appraisal of poetic creation/talent/message evident in the poem submitted.-Tyr ************************************************************************************************ This I wrote today for John Hamilton's Super Sonnet contest. --Tyr[/SIZE] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 367] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-23-2018 12:28 PM Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon Strong coffee ate a silver spoon Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk Sweet relief cannot come too soon I slept on sheets of finest silk Gone such dreams with vanishing moon Dry toast from molded bread was made Served with the world's gold gilded lies Sides of temptations, well displayed Seeds of regrets in cherry pies I, a blind jackass, sorely brayed Eggs were scrambled while feeling pain Table sighed, "Why am I left bare?" Except for heartache's tenured stain and foolish pride that placed it there I hear cries in horrid nightmares Plum jam scooped from a broken jar Morn's mirror showed my old hurts bludgeoned by love's iron bar Stove hissed at me, "Your just desserts!" I deserved each deeply etched scar Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 2002 Rhyme, (Early dawn, Breakfast speaks, Life's foibles)... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 368] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-24-2018 07:54 AM Robert J. Lindley, Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme) Note: Written 16 years ago from today, this was born from me earlier that day, watching children open early Christmas presents, allowed just one each - for the remainder must wait until Christmas morn. As I now look back, and rejoice at having both that precious memory and my having written about it when still young, healthy and full of life. Christmas Morn A Poem, Two Thousand And Two Short are the hours until Christmas morn lands joy joins children in its caroling bands. Casting brighter rays, snow canvas with shine one day that we should think not, what is mine. Happiness flows, we see sweet faces glow this cheerful day, we oft pray hours pass slow! As laughter rings, and wrapping paper sings with kids gleaming smiles and season's good things. Echoes are cast from wrapping papers torn all should know, this day our Savior was born. That man should have more than just life on earth souls are born from our God and all have worth! On this Christmas day let us all rejoice! Pray for love, peace and all, in one true voice! Robert J. Lindley, Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Wishing Merry Christmas to the great folks at this wonderful site, where we still have the freedom to express our views, and also condemn the darkness that increases in this wicked world every day.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 369] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-01-2019 10:31 AM New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr ************************************************************ Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018 Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost) ambrosia noun am·​bro·​sia | \am-ˈbrō-zh(ē-)ə \ Definition of ambrosia 1a : the food of the Greek and Roman gods b : the ointment or perfume of the gods 2 : something extremely pleasing to taste or smell 3 : a dessert made of oranges and shredded coconut Syllables Per Line: 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 Total Syllables:252 Total # Words: 192 Note: My last poem for 2018 was dark and tragic. Here my first poem of 2019, tho' sad, expresses recollections of a beautiful memory of my youth and the afterthoughts of mistakes made and written verses of hope of forgiveness from a truly beautiful,kind and remarkably gentle soul, that I once loved. I hope you may see the depths of regret one feels when they fully comprehend a fantastic treasure was by wild and youthful folly thus lost. To Dream This, Love Forgives, When I Call Out Her Name Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door! Pray I, your huge heart forgave, that raving fool I became and your mercy save, as I now utter your lovely name Our last dance, sweetest of nights, before our love fell apart lost romance, greatest tragedy was my breaking your heart This mercy I beg now, will renew this sad, weak spirit when I cry your name, if you cry out mine, I will hear it! Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door! Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018 Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 370] Author : LongTermGuy Date : 01-01-2019 11:00 AM New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr ************************************************************ Good Morning Tyr! Happy New Year and Thank you! :) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 371] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-02-2019 06:40 AM That Season soft white frozen ground fireplace flames and bright warm glow decorations hang Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2019 Haiku Written and inspired by High Plains Drifter's, snow picture presented in the Lounge thread... Thanks HPD... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 372] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2019 06:10 PM Dancing With Those Depressing Blues There are times that I do not speak spirit low and my body weak; times that life knocks me all about, silence helps me figure it out. There are times grief sends its deep hits sorrows cast me into sad fits; weeks when aching blues loom so large, and darkness arrives to take charge. There are times all color is black shadows come to spirit attack; times when heart cries and sinks so low, joy dies and I just want to go. There are times, dark days no birds sing only way is end everything; times that life seems lost and so dark, life and reality's pain stark. There are times, that hellish storm wins feel numb and can not see my friends; times hope appears to fly away, no relief despite prayers I say. There are times that I do not speak spirit low and my body weak; times that life knocks me all about, silence helps me figure it out. R.J. Lindley, Rhyme, 1979 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 373] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-11-2019 08:49 AM I was sent an email message inquiring about this poem yesterday. I could not remember if I had ever presented it here. In fact, I could not even remember ever writing it-- so I went to my home poetry site, typed in the title and there it was-- copyrighted. This even further highlights to me my memory loss issues I face. I am presenting it here now, so excuse me if among my many poems posted here , I have previously done so. It is a sonnet written in a new sonnet form a dear poet friend created, 2 years ago.. *************************************************************************** NOTE: After reading Carole Duet's beautiful sonnet, I decided to try to write a sonnet using her new sonnet form. From her poem, Chasing the Moon and Stars, which she describes her new form this way, "made up my own "meter"/sylllable count per line for this one. It goes like this: 1st verse is 7,8,9,10; 2nd verse is 9,7,7,9; 3rd verse is 10,9,8,7; and the couplet is 7,7." Therefore, I dedicate this sonnet to Carole Duet for her inspiration in inspiring me to write this new poem using her new sonnet form. Midnight Comes, Memories I Embrace (Dedication Poem) Heart deep, roaring thunder cracks waves pulsating with rhythmic aches. Desiring first, to be back on track yet too afraid to ever hit the brakes. Midnight comes, memories I embrace not a dream, for you are there. Awesome smile and your dear angel face I pray we will our lives share. When imprisoned down in sad valleys low earnest praying for another chance. With love crying this you should know true love thrived in our romance. Heart aching to kiss your lips take again Heavenly trips. Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017 Sonnet( A Lost Romance), (Dedicated to Carole Duet), For inspiring me to write today using her new sonnet form. Based upon a very sad experience of lost love from my youth.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 374] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-23-2019 03:27 PM Tears Falling As Rain, She Left Swearing Never To Return Seven times, her beautiful hand he had attempted to win each one failed because she easily saw his greatest flaw for he reasoned, there is no dishonor, no evil sin why not just take what one wanted, even if it was all. She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted And eventual destruction was easily predicted His final try, he pleaded to be a truly changed man crying loving heart had broken his insanity spell promising faithfulness and living simple was the plan after that, he won the lottery and all went to Hell. She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted And eventual destruction was easily predicted Seven tragic years she stuck it out, praying he would change look back at what he was losing, finally see the light stop being a wild cowboy, come in from the open range and as an honorable man sleep in her bed each night. She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted And eventual destruction was easily predicted Tears falling as rain, she left swearing never to return years later his money gone, his life had fallen apart she asked could she return to help, sincere offer, he spurned then he drank the poison that exploded his greedy heart. She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted And eventual destruction was easily predicted Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2019 Rhyme, ( Greed Oft Destroys Those That Embrace It As A Gift) Syllables Per Line: 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 Total # Syllables:344 Total # Words: 232 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 375] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-16-2019 11:06 AM Posting two poems in this thread today. Hope you may enjoy both, as each one is different and reveals much more about the author than probably is wise to tell. - lol- --Tyr Slow, The Flow Of Time's Waning Hands On nights that I can not slow walk through dreams that may, my sad soul heal With such interruption heart balks at the sorrows I come to feel. Waning midnight hours race on past night shadows then appear to prowl bed writhing, I pray it not last useless, as nightmare monsters howl! Slow, the flow of time's waning hands their razor claws slashing in deep Over and over, one last stand as Hope promises blessed sleep. In my sleep I try to fast talk. From dead body outlined in chalk. Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019 Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march ) Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Words: 90 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 *********************************************** Plumbing Life's Mysterious Ways I. I've sent my arrows... flying in deep life and heartache... rivers ran dry no more this agony... stones for pillows blessings lost then... re-found dreams that excite left my home town... dark caverns echoing my return everything changed... hope worn well to deepest sorrows... new chains were found II. to believe is to act... evil wraps warming arms I take courage and... walk the limbs the ancient tree... dispels my fallacies twelve inch nails... buried to the head Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2019 Free verse, ( As I see in the mirror, Me) Note: If Time is but an illusion, then may I find its gaping holes to escape its wrath.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 376] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-19-2019 10:54 AM Don't Let Me Die A Young Man's Death Poet's Notes Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2019 Rhyme, ( Good Health, Long Life, Greatest Of Treasures ) Note: Inspired to compose this new poem this morn, after reading the great poem by Roger McGough.....--Tyr *** *** *** Let Me Die A Youngman's Death - Poem by Roger McGough Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and inbetween the sheets holywater death not a famous-last-words peaceful out of breath death When I'm 73 and in constant good tumour may I be mown down at dawn by a bright red sports car on my way home from an all night party Or when I'm 91 with silver hair and sitting in a barber's chair may rival gangsters with hamfisted tommyguns burst in and give me a short back and insides Or when I'm 104 and banned from the Cavern may my mistress catching me in bed with her daughter and fearing for her son cut me up into little pieces and throw away every piece but one Let me die a youngman's death not a free from sin tiptoe in candle wax and waning death not a curtains drawn by angels borne 'what a nice way to go' death by Roger McGough ******************************************************** Don't Let Me Die A Young Man's Death Let me live healthy a century more not hard decades filled with old age and pains not as sad, ungrateful angry old bore nor even man of wealth and stolen gains just a death that casts me through that last door. When I have made my seventy-five years may I not be fried by a lightning bolt one that is so hot that it burns up tears not one from pale sky with too weak a jolt nor a death so quick it destroys my fears. When ninety, let sleep not take me away may I be in my youthful dreams of love those so hot that they scorched coldest of days not those with large monsters flying above not death so strong, it destroys coming day. When I am hundred and five, send not this a ninja clad in black with sharpest blade or a poisonous snake with silent hiss one certified by instant deaths it made nor death so fast, I feel not its last kiss! When I am at one hundred sixty-five may invisible hand remove my head if time has passed and I am still alive by hand of Fate, make sure I am true dead just a sure death, one so richly contrived. Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2019 Rhyme, ( Good Health, Long Life, Greatest Of Treasures ) Note: Inspired to compose this new poem this morn, after reading the great poem by Roger McGough..... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 377] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-28-2019 02:24 PM Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019 Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought) 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: 160 ****************************************************** Brightest Of Gems, In Glowing Emerald Forest There was a great tree there, its roots firmly planted as solid as love vows, those never recanted, its massive trunk and limbs, majestic to behold beautiful treasures, as in tales oft retold surrounding woods, a glimmering emerald green all in all, as if from a bright fairy tale scene. To visit, watch dawn's lights set it colors aglow is to see Heaven and Nature's truth, clearly know, our lives are wrapped in fragile, weakened human states chained cells of wants, each one praying its not too late seeing evidence of Heaven's stamp upon earth giving promises of better life, ones own worth. To find such peace basking in its soft healing touch one should kneel down to pray, requesting not too much, for Heaven's light flows forth from that massive, tall king from its branches, flocks of glorious birds oft sing within its cools shades, its living colors send out proof of God's glory, that cause believers to shout. Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019 Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 378] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-04-2019 08:57 AM Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young life was a new joy, great was romance sung, morn's birthed hot memory of night before rubies, gold cast upon every shore. Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated by her night charms had invigorated. I fallen warrior from love's battlefield just barely alive, refusing to yield, will red sun bring on saddest doom and gloom as echoes sing, come now enter this tomb. Once her love, gave me strength to death resist as in love's deep ardor I did enlist. Am I now able to leave bloody soil rejoin former life with its boring toil, or hold dear her touch from dreams that renew to remember her true words, I love you. Her softest kiss, gentle warmth it sent me love, desire to never from it be free. Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young life was a new joy, great was romance sung, morn's birthed hot memory of night before rubies, gold cast upon every shore. Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated by her night charms had invigorated. Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2019 Rhyme, ( What Life And Young Love Both Recall ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ********************************************************* Note : I decided to write a romantic poem today and this one is based upon a very sweet memory of a very beautiful and sweet girl I once dated. Sadly life got in the way, its pull on me to be wild and roaming caused a split. She told me, if we split now, I will never take you back and she kept her word on that. I plead guilty to losing her due to my wild ways and search for ever more beautiful girls to date. When young one thinks there is always more to be had! Thus oft throws away precious treasure seeking that ever elusive, "more and more".. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 379] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-07-2019 08:34 AM God Of Smite, Why Such Savage Blows God of Smite, why such savage blows sent with bone-crushing epic pains Could not sweet mercy now be shown allow dignity in remains? God of Silence, why smite this soul with morbid airs and broken pen Was not this poet's heart thus made to send word-gifts to mortal men? God of Stormy Winds, why blow now with storms that destroy greater dreams Should not greater wrath be delayed give Fate and Death more time to team? God of Mercy, why are you hid I have not seen you, since a kid? R.J. Lindley, September 17th, 1973 sonnet in eights Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 380] Author : Abbey Marie Date : 04-07-2019 09:26 AM Wow, Robert! Just wow. :clap: (Especially Don’t Let Me Die a Young Man’s Death) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 381] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-07-2019 10:16 AM Wow, Robert! Just wow. :clap: (Especially Don’t Let Me Die a Young Man’s Death) Thank you my friend. A lot of truth and deep poetic heart went into that new piece... I myself, am eagerly awaiting your new presentation of one of the new forms from the link I gave to you , Senryu, Tanka or Lune. I am hoping for a Tanka. As I am confident and fully expect a true and shining gem to come forth from your poetic pen regardless of which form you may chose to create in. Feel free to send me any questions or concerns you may have, if any and I'll do my best to help in any way that I can..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 382] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-09-2019 11:58 AM The One Great, Constant And Faithful Prayer I will not walk that dire path, its false trail midnight curse brings its wrath, its heart-cut ways into cavernous pits of hottest hell where high flames of sin burns a million ways! I'll not follow dark world's eager parade its gluttony of perversion and sin within heart's truth, far better days are made I accept not those false coins made of tin! I shall invest in love's deepest embrace dancing along with its resplendent tune for greatest blessings come with faith and grace eternal death's cost, faithful are immune! Pray I. His Loving Light will shine the way And in Heaven's fold, I forever stay. R.J. Lindley, March 2nd, 1973 Sonnet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 383] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-12-2019 05:39 AM Our Love That Once Rivaled Illuminating Sun Was your light dead, its glow destroyed by dark Your eyes blinded, and our romance cast aside: Twas this, dark thought of loss, that I have died, That you dared to treat our great love as a lark, In your longing heart that my soul did deep entwine Each one of its chambers I filled with my all, Yet such abundance could not prevent our fall Now upon its poison we both must feed and dine. Our love that once rivaled illuminating sun, Gardens set in paradise, in their fullest bloom: We unaware, evil rests not until it brings on doom, To slayeth love, all its treasures thus be undone, Woe to us, our time was but a brief, dying dream,-- Our sweet songs vanishing as glistening of dew,-- Not enough, such true words said, "darling, I love you", Dark of Fate's weeping gasp, birthed its dying scheme. Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2019 Rhyme, (Why The Night Embraces The Dark) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 384] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-15-2019 11:56 AM Sonnet Doubles, 40 year span. This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught What ego so swells, it will also burst; As man walks in darkness his steps faltered In that weaken heart, black enters and grows, He becomes a horse so firmly haltered It rests between death's first destroying rows. This my heart cries out, is but a sad song- Man is a creature doomed to his demise, He walketh edge of abyss, helped along By each tempting lust evil can devise. When sorrows demand, I death must embrace I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"! R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979 Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 110 *********************************************************** Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken we had collided as love seeking ships that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken. With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found gave us cause to join love's hottest desires and with fervor beg for chains to be bound. Now in paradise berth, we each swore all of deep passions to entwine in love's grip fighting this hard world, united stand tall swearing to never let true romance slip. Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves. We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves. Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019 Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given) 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: 106 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 385] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-16-2019 08:25 AM As My Bare Feet Felt Cold Of Hoary Frost As my bare feet felt cold of hoary frost I wandered the back pasture dazed and lost Night had sent me into a sad dawn's grasp Waking to horrors I let out a gasp Sun sat silent and dark in a harsh sky Its broken heart one would surely deny Echoing wind summoned courage to blow Set willing flowers to put on a show In each dance they swayed back and forth in time I could almost hear steps in perfect rhyme Sun sat silent and dark in a harsh sky Its broken heart one would surely deny As Heaven found my horrid plight a loss It vowed to teach Nature it is the boss With a snap that old dark sun did bright shine In a wink brought smile to this face of mine Sun was gleaming proud in jubilant sky Its swift repaired heart none could deny Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2019 Rhyme, ( A Dream I Once Did Find ) 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: 148 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 386] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2019 02:34 PM Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019 Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate) Syllables Per Line: 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: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 ******************************************************************* In Times Of Grieving Torn with worries and woes, hold to Light's gifts For in world's darkness ~ paths are deceiving Born to discover, Heart and Love uplifts More pain in lost souls... In times of grieving Adorn with mercy's touch, as power shifts Implore Heaven's help... to new believing Sin replaced by joys of truest sharing In times of grieving... find heart's repairing June 5th, 2019 Charles Messina / Rima Ottava Contest “… AB, AB, AB, CC at both the beginning and the end of each (10 syllable) sentence syllable count checked by, howmanysyllables.com Edited- June 5th Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 387] Author : Russ Date : 06-25-2019 07:22 PM 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 Loved it, Robert! It really creates an image in my mind's eye. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 388] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2019 04:57 PM There Was One That A Pure Golden Earth Sought There was one that a pure golden earth sought, Free from calamities mortals are caught: But shades of darkness wrap our mortal coils, As dawn's bright rays compete against dark's foil, Bringing sorrows that oft bludgeon and maul That scourge of night's irrepressible fall, In cavernous pits sleeping souls may seep, Lost and wailing from woes immensely deep: With the heartaches, life's many broken dreams, Doomed to failure by Fate's conniving schemes, Sacrifices made and life vows broken When man pays truth on falsified tokens, Yet one may find Light's rewarding treasure, In great bounty, beauty of love's pleasures: Its ember glows that soothe consuming fears, Preventing dirge of loneliness and tears Heavenly delights from her gentle kiss, Vows of faithfulness free from serpent's hiss, Promises that Light and Love both have cast Sweetness of night's paradise thought to last: Where joy forgives and forgets errors taught, Bathing in victories that Love has fought Over lies born and gloom of blacken nights, seeds of humanity's eternal plight! Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2019 Rhyme, ( Why Dawn's Rise, Oft Promises Hope's Treasures) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 389] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-30-2019 05:06 PM I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion Part I I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion with its dying light screaming in agonizing moans upon bloody battlefields of massive bloated carrion as weeping echoes surged up from its low wailing stones. I watched the dying of Time's repugnant wanderlusts fields of angry flowers, with petals spitting forth arrows as demons swirled in volleys of hell's fiery gusts and in horror saw slow burnings of wounded sparrows! I watched as dawn out-cursed me and refused to rise in its retreating, night stood again to take a bow claiming I was another devil, wearing a clever disguise that my desires were legion, but my soul knew not how to right my wrongs, or survive my sad shocking surprise. I watched as humanity, its left foot burned and broken hobbled along a broad dark highway of malignant dreams at every intersection was a monstrous fallen token and in its former place, a cavern of hideous screams! I watched ravenous beasts, fly into clouds of black hate and from that collision a storm raining deepest red with new found sorrows, I knew salvation was too late for my last long gasp, echoed- friend, you are already dead! Part II Hold the candle, that these blinded eyes may see the demise of a fool, that raced into hell with such foolhardy bravery thinking massive treasures were guarded only by its dark lies only to discover, such appealed to my black-hearted knavery! Hold the applauding, plenty of fools walk among the living carrying their wretched arrogance in bottomless sacks devoid of any honor, and selfish in their little givings walking upright with devil's cannons mounted on their backs! Hold the door, you can curse me when I am dead and gone my soul is a mere shadow, its past written to be forgotten I stand in my groaning anguish in a crowded room all alone my right hand cut off, other one charred black and rotten all of my dreams shattered, pain soaked into my every bone! Hold the weeping, such should not be wasted on selfish takers and certainly not on a man seeking to grab all he can get true this wicked world rewards charlatans, its clever fakers those that can fly, swim beneath oceans never getting wet! Hold the sad singing, by my swearing life is not over yet for there is fresh bait on the hook and power in my casting pride in my deceiving as I walk with no kind of regret for I journey forth, with my wiles and my cannons blasting! Robert J. Lindley, October 7th, 1974 Dark rhyme, ( Where The Shadows Dance And So Gaily Roam ) *********************************************************** I Would Speak True Whispers, Basked In Light I would walk with you, were it a free choice not by happenstance of Time's setting sun nor the loud command of Fate's darker voice with its race, that each new dawn has begun. I would speak true whispers, basked in light not tales of shadows that creep all alone nor fairy tales with galloping white knights with hero and the sword pulled from stone. I would dance with you, even unto death not the kind where heroic heroes die nor where that final kiss comes at last breath rather where Heaven reaches from bright sky. I would compose a poem at its heart true never the kind showing my missing you! Robert J. Lindley, October 23rd, 1974 Sonnet, ( I would write love and its joy if Fate Allowed ) ************************************************************** As Soft Winds Did Red Colors Blow To Sway Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread aromatic the scent of dawn's new day but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed with high hopes that our love we not betray and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed. Within our blessings, hope its dear truth rode as if a songbird, set to sing anew yet this dark world oft has wicked lies told that may turn truest love to sad and blue in that misery, dark horse may be rode! Searching for beauty to allay great fears as glowing flowers beseech searching heart morn's glistening dew falling as soft tears to wash away sadness, our time apart heal wounds as opened by such poison spears! As soft winds did red colors blow to sway sun's sweet golden rays soon began to speak hold thy romance true, yield not to dismay listen not to doubts, allow love thy seek to assure, future which heart firmly prays. Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread aromatic the scent of dawn's new day but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed with high hopes that our love we not betray and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed. Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 1974 Rhyme, ( In Dawn's Sweetest Garden, Hope Was Renewed ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 390] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-03-2019 08:34 AM As Dawn Woke, Uttering Its First Shining Ray As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its rays Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray. From soft flowering fields, precious dream comes to me As cool winds blow, I see deep longing in your eyes Looking at our names, carved in that Sycamore tree Our promises made under brightest moonlit skies Ringing forth again, love vows from romantic seas! My Love, Time can never your soft-kisses erase Nor those nights we begged passion would never flee I long to see you walking in beauty and grace Beneath the massive arch of those tall black-oak trees Nothing in this empty world, can your love replace! As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its ray Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray. Robert J. Lindley, 7-03-2019 Rhyme, ( Where Sweet Treasures Abound ) Note- Original version from 1979 edited today 7-03-2019 to present as is now composed.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 391] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-06-2019 08:37 AM Despair and Tears, As Silence Reigns Sun burnt dark crystals sizzle this aching mind where maple tree ooze their sticky flesh, as cold harsh silence reigns Begging sky cries from sun and its scorching flames as blinded ground wakes to scampering winds, their voices roaring into eternity as cold, harsh silence reigns The flower meadows reach for gasping tones, demanding Nature plunge about its glories and in their frenzy, miss dancing clouds above as cold, harsh silence reigns The life that invades this body mine, seeks control over sad singing heart to smother love's bounty and allow Time to eat eternity, as cold, harsh silence reigns Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2019 Free verse, ( A darkened look into Earth, Life and Eternity ) O' Pain, Let Mercy See Thy Face Discontent that sets its own sails over waters shimmering deep stray-shot arrows, that heart impales within darken dreams life tells O' pain, let mercy see thy face as sorrows replay youth's disgrace. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? I that stomped grapes with my feet grasp at shadows from falling leaf, yet fearful of darkness I meet ever mindful of souls in grief. Make wine from grapes plucked by hand pray aloud, as barefoot I stand. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? From within mind's loss, blades of glass icy slivers into veins sink dark and morose, the dying grass seeds borne of gulps, Life's poison drink. O' truth cut this heart to the quick of these sorrows, I am too sick. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-1979 Rhyme, ( Why oft, ill winds blow fast, hard and so free ) Note-- The free verse is a new poem, the rhyme is a very old one. I wrote the free verse in reply and commentary on the time, sorrows and thinking that inspired the old one. My wife and our son both, like the new poem much more. While I , still favor the old poem a bit more! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 392] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-09-2019 09:08 PM Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown When faithful pen, releases not its ink heaven and stars refuse usual blinks moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries poison arrows shoot across wailing skies Paper cringes in desperate despair, around weeping edges begins to tear. At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread attacks with great zeal complaints in my head wages war with a soul begging release while my muse and I ask both to please cease Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown, cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"! In this battle, where blood so freely flows my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere even I the poet, shed salty tears! When faithful pen, releases not its ink heaven and stars refuse usual blinks moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries poison arrows shoot across wailing skies Paper cringes in desperate despair, around weeping edges begins to tear. Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019, Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate And willing dark, its powers concentrates Life slows and diminishes as on cue All has passed before, nothing is new. In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep. This poet's pen often dares to relate In echoes as if crying for lost mate With weeping words-tears and resounding moans Through wide valleys of darker undertones. In that aching place, epic pains accrue such is human life, for nothing is new. As splashed ink soaks onto famished page One may see injustice, well up with rage Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll. In that regretful place, black snags abound Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds. Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019, Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display) Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up. Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up. And the pied piper demanded more his pay....... Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core...... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 393] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-11-2019 09:03 AM Blessed Hope, Rays Of True Light, And Silent Prayer An ancient man in darken and morbid cloud no longer full of vigor and foolishly proud Constant lashing winds, setting heart aghast as rising black and purple waves cry of the past Beseeching heavens for signs of relief from darkness in the marrows, sorrows in the grief Aching bones that magnify colder chills fleet footed shadows dance around fresh bloody kills! Accursed dreams, their vengeance harsh and real each from darkest dark, into brightest sunlight spills No clean water to wash away his curse as both agony and misery becomes worse Single ray of light breaks through each high noon from weakened promise, salvation rain may come soon For decades, that dear hope has stayed alive within its fleeting happiness, his soul survives! Death has danced forward and its blade sliced in deep A young and truly innocent soul, fast asleep Lo! Fate's wicked companion, may next my soul choose In that dying moment, I my composure lose! I had prepared, with courage born of true heart With my faith seek, much sweeter realm for my restart Death is abject darkness, its great destructive waves Accepts only victory, denies Light that saves! R.J. Lindley, January 6th, 1979 Rhyme, ( Hope's True Arrow, Shot Straight As The Crow Flies ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 394] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-22-2019 03:34 PM Written as the idea truly interested me but the sponsor does not allow the titles to be from ones own poetry, thus neither version can be submitted in the contest. As he "has since" removed the note saying one could use ones own titles(which I did), and list the titles but not the name thus per contest rules keeping the name of the poet entering unknown. So here I present both the sonnet version-- done because I o dearly and truly love sonnets -- and also the 20 titles version. I myself, greatly prefer the one composed as a sonnet..... ************************************************ Fourteen Titles, A Beautiful New Birth In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm What in Life, can we truly ever hold True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream Where Weeping Willows in silent peace grow Robert J. Lindley, unrhyming sonnet, 7-22-2019 Only 14 titles, from 20 friends Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux ****************************************** free verse version- only fourteen titles, of twenty needed for a contest theme .... Twenty Titles, A Beautiful New Birth In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm What in Life, can we truly ever hold True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream Where weeping willows in silent peace grow Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth Fair maiden, forever this true love hold Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide Shall we believe in that promise forsworn Robert J. Lindley, free verse, 7-22-2019 Only 14 titles of 20 titles from, "20 friends Poetry Contest" Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux Time used was two hours 41 minutes. Then I check and see he has removed the provision allowing all titles could be from the poet entering. Yet, I am pleased to have created both of these poems. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 395] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-24-2019 04:20 AM Once I Stood Upon A High Mountain Top I stood upon a mountain top, weeping boulders tumbling amiss this sight held me, I could not stop for loving sky I thought to kiss. I stood in an emerald glen, as forest sights, creatures abound wonderment, a blessing to men as does a lover's dear heart pounds. I saw a stream its waters deep, earth and sky calling out my name in that divine gift we call sleep its breath, cripples no longer lame. I saw bright glow, heard a voice say, wait not life's sad limitations paradise brings forth break of day God set love, in all creations. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019 Rhyme, ( A glimpse in a dream once I saw) Syllables Per Line:8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 Total # Syllables:128 Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 396] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-28-2019 09:15 AM From Desolate Waves, Of A True Love's Death As poet I cry out, nobody hears yes, deep ingrained apathy I fear for no other sad darkness so repels as does indifference born from Hell. From desolate waves, of spitting grey mists arrives those terrors from misery's lists fiery flames set to burn a weeping soul into heartache abyss, death's tragic toll! As poet I cry out, so few may see majesty in even a long dead tree or beauty in finely woven dark verse born from a pure truth one did not rehearse. From desolate waves, of a true love's death comes grief that illuminates gasping breath followed by epic dark, its coldest chills knowing never again, comes love's sweet thrills. Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2019 Rhyme, ( From Tales Of Sorrows Are Born Dying Breaths ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 397] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-16-2020 09:36 AM Within Borders Of A Dark Midnight Realm When dark stillness, brings its low, eerie hush soft echoing whimpers, the night then parades as clock is ticking, minutes seem to rush midnight shadows dance in silent charades. Beyond open window, breeze stirs moon's glow Nature chants into dreamlike melodies Then comes the monster that so mighty grows As it steps crush, even tallest oak trees. Graveyard releases its new buried guests and through the air fly wickedness on wings hell's abyss, gifts sent at dark Lord's behest as fear its immense powers of dark sings. When dark stillness, spits its black-venom out. Monsters, horrors and nightmares roam about. R.J. Lindley, 10-09- 1973 Dark Sonnet, ( Looking Into That Darkest Of Evil Abyss ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 398] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-02-2020 11:31 AM "Quod Perpetuus in suo circulo, praesentes vero illud omnino sacra et sacrificia bona spe esse donari invenire poterit et beneficiis. " RJL ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ Shakespeare Quote, Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. Julius Caesar Act 1, Scene 3 ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ( From that to this, youth, poetry and into aged mind ) In Youth, Beauty That Sets Eager Hearts To Flutter Sea waved at scantily-clad sunning girls breeze gifted cooler winds in soothing swirls. Sand, bikini, colors the beach adorn Great was blessed view on that July morn. Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day. Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey. Picnic and fun- as early summer treats innocent youth, deeper mysteries greets. Beauty that sets eager hearts to flutter as silent prayers, hopeful teen boys mutter. Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day. Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey. As racing sun, bright radiance gifted thoughts of Love, romance many hearts lifted. Cool waters waving, and hearts swift beating arrows from Cupid's bow, Desire greeting. Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day. Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey. Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2020 Rhyme (Time And Its Magnificently Long Flowing Arc) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 399] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-28-2020 08:46 PM No Longer Sleepwalking Through Life Sun rising, sent its ever enlightening rays soft as a child's sweet kiss, sharp as a razor knife, waking from decades of blinded and useless days message of Light cried, "Stop your sleepwalking through life" With newfound revelation, new spirit thus born felt was earth shattering, as waves of power came echoes then felled, mountains of saddest forlorn replacing emptiness and sorrow with His name. Sunset sent, were reddish gold rays of heart's content along with blessings, greater joys in newfound peace gone were dark, evil hours once so happily spent replaced by the gift of imprisoned heart's release As clear eyes saw, deep horrors once gladly embraced new spirit danced into halls of Hope's reprieve heart found sanctuary and old darkness replaced by life, love and a new world that no longer grieved. Midnight-moon, gave bright songs within radiant beams delivering Light that spoke of love glowing hours Nature spoke with splashes in crystal bubbling streams and cool winds soft swaying its high reaching towers Dreams arrive, repeating promise of life renewed casting images that soothe, while offering truest grace where once was blindness by evil so misconstrued now in sleep's rest, was seen, her smiling peaceful face. Robert J. Lindley 7-28-2018 Rhyme Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 400] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-19-2020 09:11 AM Storm On The World The sky on parade the wind has spoken down below havoc, trees all 'abroken Guabancex, exhaled and the blast 'acoming below man and critters both 'arunning Guatauva in a jealous rage responding thundering roars and flashes 'alighting Coatrisquie, not wanting to be humiliated flooded the torn ground until saturated Marohu woke and saw the greatest devastation Swore he- to gift man and Nature restoration Calmed the sky and wind with explanation With forceful words he reminded each his station Depart for now as Yaya sets about creating And rewards Mother Nature for her waiting God of thunder sent away all 'afuming As life on earth began its resuming. R.J. Lindley Jan, 1980 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Native_American_deities Dohkwibuhch - creator Taíno mythology 1.Guabancex, the top Storm Goddess; the Lady of the Winds who also deals out earthquakes and other such disasters of nature. 2.Guatauva, the god of thunder and lightening who is also responsible for rallying the other storm gods. 3.Coatrisquie, the torrential downpour Goddess, the terrible Taíno storm servant of Guabancex and side-kick of thunder God Guatauva. 4.Yaya (god), supreme God/Great Spirit in Taíno mythology. Marohu, the sunny God of good weather; Boinayel's twin brother. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015 Edited, 4-19-2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 401] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-23-2020 05:57 AM (Haiku Trilogy, Thoughts and Views) composing pre-dawn hours (1.) Life, Contrasting Views doe and fawn grazing radiant sun beaming down night cries, city born Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020 haiku, (2.) The Camp And The Hope fire,dying embers tent and gear snow covered dawn and hope rising Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020 haiku, (3.) Remembered Times home and winter's hearth chilling winds whispering deep white sands, vacation Robert J. Lindley, 5/23-2020 haiku, -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 402] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2020 04:48 PM Heart Swore An Oath, Never, Never Again When the joy overcame the epic pain Heart swore an oath - never, never again Letting life and love's great loss break this heart Torn asunder, lost and ripped apart Where love only exists as in a dream A tragedy, drinking from a dry stream. To see her eyes that inspired our lives She with heart's true beauty that yet survives Hear her sweet voice say, "good morning my dear " Wake to morning sun's golden rays of cheer Alas! Such paradise has now been lost To regain it, I would pay any costs! When the joy overcame the epic pain Heart swore an oath - never, never again. R.J. Lindley, Sept. 3rd, 1978 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 403] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-07-2020 06:46 PM Were I, Born To Tread Upon A Cold, Sadden Earth Were I, born to tread upon a cold, sadden earth Walk naked upon barren and dark dusty plains Strive only for wealth-never for my true self worth Would I ever have anything but futile gains? Were I, to yield to Fate, its cursed flaming breast Accept living in its shadowy subterfuge Begging and pleading well that my dreams give me rest Wallow in the sorrows of Hell's pouring deluge? Were I, to live and be damn'd to such a Fate Would my fallen soul be naught but a chained slave In such blindness only my evil lusts then sate Existing but in darkness, well within hell's gate? Were I, to such state, a prisoner born to be No more than a destined walking bag of bones Unable to love Nature, its true beauty see Sentenced to break my teeth eating world's black-stones? Shall I, wake to live, love and sweet life truly find Thereby deny the world's darkness its wicked hold Learn to dance and in calmness let love so remind There is remedy for world's lies I have been told? Shall I, another path dare to so boldly take Seeking peace and joy a man desperately needs Begin to understand tis greed one must forsake As one replants with divinely inspired seeds? Shall I, each new morn rise to a beautiful day Enter the world but deny its foul, wicked breath Stop to kneel down and in all sincerity pray For divine light and courage to face mortal death? Shall I, live thus to in God's true blessings partake Of the gifts and joys such a new life thereby gives Walk anew, a spirit reborn - world's dark mold break Live as free and happy as man was meant to live? Were I, to such light given knowledge dare to bow Dare I, kneel to this light, this great truth, this hope pray Shall I, with judicious thought rise to do so now Know I, tis the light that casts the darkness away! Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2020 Rhyme, ( From Faith, Light and Truth cometh knowledge ) Note- This new poem was inspired by my having read Greg Barden's poems Titled, -- 1… The white tomb trembles - part 1 2… Sea of Trees Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 404] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-03-2021 05:13 PM Destruction, As Kali Walks Upon Earthen Grounds Goddess of Destruction that teams with the Lord of Lusts As wrathful winds bequeath savage ravaging gusts Hades match, that has destroyed many a soul World and darkness combine to take heavy tolls Entity that perhaps beset Edgar Allan Poe Kali takes no prisoners- death is achieved goal. Dark that ever waits for exactly the right time Its great allure 'tis but beauty's enticing trap To destroy one lover's truth is truly a crime Wherein passion's darkest of powers take no nap As sadness turns into villainous mortal hate Delivery is sent to wicked hands of fate! She that offered slices of her false-set pies Torn rainbows from yesterday's molten weeping skies Sensual traps, dire for innocent likes of thee Frosted darkness dancing with malevolent glee There combing her thick-flowing, radiant red mane Sexy vixen, addicted to others' deep pain. With the dripping red, its splattered blood-cast spots Watching this malevolent world, its seething rots Madness and venom within her bulging red veins Laughing at folly of mankind's sad earthen gains From the invisible, her immense powers flow In savage consuming fires- vengeance that glows! In her night, no moon illuminates mother earth No golden beauty encompasses mortal birth Such darkness only vicious death therein awaits Uncaring blacken hands of world's ravenous Fates Alas! Mankind to her charms eagerly succumbs Blinded by temptations, hungry for even crumbs. Led by basic desires, poison in mortal blood A vessel stranded, awaiting dark's raging floods Damnation cruising this wicked world over Hideousness disguised as fields of clover Master veil, painted to cover destruction wrought Betwixt birth and death weak mortal souls are thus caught! Robert J. Lindley, begun Date: 3/12/2021 7:04:00 AM Completed, 2:24pm 4-03-2021 (Dedicated to Lady Labyrinth) Inspired by my reading of Lady Labyrinth's. very fine poem titled, " Sanskrit".. https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/sanskrit_1335619 Notes: (1.) Sanskrit: Dictionary Search for a word San·skrit /'san?skrit/ Learn to pronounce noun an ancient Indo-European language of India, in which the Hindu scriptures and classical Indian epic poems are written and from which many northern Indian (Indic) languages are derived. (2.) Kali: Kali - Wikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Kali Kali also known as Kalika (Sanskrit: ??????, Kalika), is a Hindu goddess. Kali is the chief of the Mahavidyas, a group of ten Tantric goddesses who each ... Weapon: Scimitar, ?Sword?, ?Trishula? (?Trident?)? Abode: Cremation grounds (but varies by inter...? Consort: Shiva Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 405] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2021 08:25 AM Does Love Thrive Only In Its Soft Gasping Return Does love thrive only in its soft gasping return Nights that its flames reach heavenly sensual burns Can love live in other realms sitting all alone Wearing purple robes, sitting on its golden throne? Can love ever be far more than we dare admit, Far more powerful than the atoms we now split? Shall we search much deeper and intensely explore Trails leading into lands with magical new doors Enter with true courage and traverse unafraid And not with fear unsheathe our ever ready blade? Can love ever be far more than we dare admit, Far more powerful than the atoms we now split? Will we such inner depths dare to gladly embrace? That frightening unknown with bravado thus face? R.J. Lindley, May 11th 1979 Sonnet- ( Questioning Deeper Life, Love And Our Fears Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 406] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-09-2021 05:37 AM Will You Help Me See The Green, Green Grass Again Old man said, I've a peso and one old penny Lord help me, my sad thoughts are far too many Will you help me see the green, green grass again Join me this new morn, as a long lost and dear friend? Old man said, yesterday I spent my last dollar I'm just a poor boy, uneducated- not a scholar But my heart sees this light, its gleaming beauty I feel hope and I know truth and love is my duty. Old man said, Lord thank you, I can see now Fields are fertile and I've got a brand new plow I hold on, hold on tightly, more love is coming Life is beautiful and new peace is a'humming. Old man said, I've a peso and one old penny Lord help me, my sad thoughts are far too many Will you help me see the green, green grass again Join me this new morn, as a long lost and dear friend? R.J. Lindley, March 26th , 1977 Rhyme/lyric-- Note- Last month , I talked to my good and dear friend Yesterday, that old man passed away And in this world came a batch of sorrows And I see dark a'laughing at our empty tomorrows….. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 407] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-16-2021 08:04 PM The Great Promise, The Sweet Hope morn's beauty, a new seed sprout illumination dawn's glow, whisper not a shout Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021 ******* From The Fields A New Harvest high noon, soft radiant heat earth's titillation treasures set at mankind's feet Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021 ******* Waiting For The Moon's Beauty red sunset, soft burnished rays waiting sensation harvest from another day Robert J. Lindley, 8-01-2021 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 408] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-24-2021 06:54 AM Of Poetic Verse, A Heavenly Illumination As Seen By Heaven's True Light Vanity of shallow purple robe kings Dismissive of Heaven's true saving light Brutish and naked in darkness they sing Haughtily shouting of their shallow might. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain ******* As Seen By Heaven's Soft Glow Glittering stars illuminating night As titans that vanished so long ago We imagine them in eternal flight And in distance merely a short stone's throw. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain ******* As Seen By Heaven's Beauty Be softly calm and so quietly still Let the soft flowing winds hear no sad cries Tis love that eager heart so truly fills And Heaven's beauty that graces night skies. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain Note: Three quatrains that were born back in the late 70's. I do so regret whenever I find my old poems with either no notes or else incomplete notes. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 409] Author : LongTermGuy Date : 08-24-2021 07:33 PM Of Poetic Verse, A Heavenly Illumination As Seen By Heaven's True Light Vanity of shallow purple robe kings Dismissive of Heaven's true saving light Brutish and naked in darkness they sing Haughtily shouting of their shallow might. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain ******* As Seen By Heaven's Soft Glow Glittering stars illuminating night As titans that vanished so long ago We imagine them in eternal flight And in distance merely a short stone's throw. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain ******* As Seen By Heaven's Beauty Be softly calm and so quietly still Let the soft flowing winds hear no sad cries Tis love that eager heart so truly fills And Heaven's beauty that graces night skies. Robert J. Lindley, 70-? Quatrain Note: Three quatrains that were born back in the late 70's. I do so regret whenever I find my old poems with either no notes or else incomplete notes. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 Just a little add on Tyr.. (dont know why I stopped and posted this video but just did..)hope you dont mind..IMO..it goes with your poem... Heavenly Light - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJUHpRQLcIc -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 410] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-26-2021 06:53 AM Just a little add on Tyr.. (dont know why I stopped and posted this video but just did..)hope you dont mind..IMO..it goes with your poem... Heavenly Light - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJUHpRQLcIc Thank you my friend, your addition is a most welcomed gift. Fits in so very well!! :beer: :saluting2: :beer: -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 411] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-15-2021 04:29 PM Out In The Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops It was past midnight and moon took away its glow I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop In that raging noise there was rambling and cursing Was it heart's moaning vengeance I was nursing Who knew, life was hell and getting no damn better I read, I read, I read that last goodbye letter Stained with falling tears, words- I once loved you Darling, too much fighting -I am gone we are through Now you go back, be hellraiser you want to be And I in my great sorrows, pack tonight to flee. It was past midnight and moon took away its glow Rain stops, I walked out into spiraling snow Heart throbbing, a loss I’d never get used to Those deep knife slashing words, " I am gone we are through" Then I heard that horn loud honking, tires hard squealing Her words had done their dark work, car did the killing. It was past midnight and moon took away its glow I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop. Robert J. Lindley, Dark, Sad Narrative Tribute to:: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPW_eoVp4M She Talks To Angels -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 412] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-20-2022 05:41 AM No Choice Comes Forth But To Dress In Armor And Fight When darkness invades, life takes a very bad turn Heart and soul both hang on by the thinnest of threads One cannot help but for former happiness yearn Whilst living within the horror of ghastly dreads Thus comes a time when hope's fighting sword must be drawn In that discovery, rays flow from a healing dawn. Sword at the ready, power in each falling slash One must in an epic battle become engaged Newfound realization, cries out- "be not too rash" For purpose may defeat dogs of dark thus uncaged Thus comes a time when hope's fighting sword must be drawn In discovery, rays flow from a healing dawn. When cast into blacken abyss of darkest night. No choice comes forth but to dress in armor and fight. Robert J. Lindley, 5-20-2022 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 413] Author : Russ Date : 05-22-2022 05:36 PM I really liked this, Robert -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 414] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-28-2022 05:54 AM Please, Raise High The Bar For Love's Gifts Please, lets' welcome light's dear return To water soul of those that hate spurn, Evil calls of world 's constant greed, Thus harken to help those in need. Please, praise those that welcome the light Those that in truth and love delight, Whilst striving to help fellow man, And thus seed the truth of God's plan. Please, raise high the bar for love's gifts For light and love truly uplifts, The hope and joy in daily life, Denies dark its sharp cutting knife. Please, let God's light onto life shine To water souls, both yours and mine, Growing life's flowers and much more, Lighting path to Heavenly shores. Please, lets' welcome light's dear return To water soul of those that hate spurn, Evil calls of world 's constant greed, Thus harken to help those in need. Robert J. Lindley, 5-28- 2022 Rhyme Note: So comes the positive benefits of a pen inking The truth of light, love and future hope…… Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 ******* Thus was born this new poem, from reading the great poem by Yeats = A Dialogue of Self and Soul BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul? My Self. The consecrated blade upon my knees Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was, Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass Unspotted by the centuries; That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn From some court-lady's dress and round The wooden scabbard bound and wound, Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn. My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? Think of ancestral night that can, If but imagination scorn the earth And intellect its wandering To this and that and t'other thing, Deliver from the crime of death and birth. My Self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it Five hundred years ago, about it lie Flowers from I know not what embroidery— Heart's purple—and all these I set For emblems of the day against the tower Emblematical of the night, And claim as by a soldier's right A charter to commit the crime once more. My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows And falls into the basin of the mind That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind, For intellect no longer knows Is from the Ought, or Knower from the Known— That is to say, ascends to Heaven; Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone. II My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more? Endure that toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain Brought face to face with his own clumsiness; The finished man among his enemies?— How in the name of Heaven can he escape That defiling and disfigured shape The mirror of malicious eyes Casts upon his eyes until at last He thinks that shape must be his shape? And what's the good of an escape If honour find him in the wintry blast? I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch, A blind man battering blind men; Or into that most fecund ditch of all, The folly that man does Or must suffer, if he woos A proud woman not kindred of his soul. I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in thought; Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest. W. B. Yeats, “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” from The Poems of W. B. Yeats: A New Edition, edited by Richard J. Finneran. Copyright 1933 by Macmillan Publishing Company, renewed © 1961 by Georgie Yeats. Reprinted with the permission of A. P. Watt, Ltd. on behalf of Michael Yeats. Source: The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats (1989) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 415] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-03-2022 09:17 AM Amidst Swirls Of Twinkling Stars, Love Yet Flies Above the soft gasps of night craving skies. Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies. Outward, and onward through silence of marching time Away from earth and ticking of clock's midnight chime In veiled galaxies, hidden from mortals' view Lie love' gems glistening as if morn' rose in dew Memories and treasure in vaults lined with gold Rarely seen except by those lovesick and so bold As to dare voyage beyond earthen life and sad state Fleeing worldly kingdom of death and seething hate. Above the soft gasps of night craving skies. Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies. There the dark worries of life are taken away Admission is precious hope of that future day When those departed unite in heavenly bliss With prayed reunion of touch and eager kiss Together in dreams and longed for paradise Brief the dear moment but for now such will suffice And hold each other until coming of dawn's glow With wedded love just as pure as fresh falling snow. Above the soft gasps of night craving skies. Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies. Robert J. Lindley, April 24th 2022 Romanticism Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 416] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-07-2022 02:48 PM Those Radiant Rays, Soothe Both Heart And Aching Soul When the dark overcomes the dawn's radiant light And sun is blotted out by far too early night Remember that the light of hope always returns Tho' in darken world, again the evil seas churns Those radiant rays, soothe both heart and aching soul To conquer misery, vanguish evil's great tolls. Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2022 Rhyme, ( Seeing Beyond The Purple Veil ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Downloaded from Debate Policy - Political Message Board (http://www.debatepolicy.com) at 03-28-2024 06:41 AM.