* * * Debate Policy - Political Message Board Thread * * * -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Thread : Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form Started at 05-30-2015 08:30 PM by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Visit at http://www.debatepolicy.com/showthread.php?t=49926 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 1] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-30-2015 08:30 PM Title : Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form A thread to present sonnets. A poetry form some poets never master and some even fear to try.. Myself, I delight in them and have won many contest placing my sonnet against various other poems in other forms. Sonnets: The Deadest Hope In The World The deadest hope in the world to hold To be truly youthful when one is old To race about with eager quickened pace Innocent smile upon a softened face, Willing hands to love yet again, The envy of many jealous, fellow men A finer vessel sleek, pure and true Charming lady dancing along with you! Adorned with steadfast heroic words, Flying free of earth like the birds, Wandering into majesty of the clouds Far away from teeming earthbound crowds A God sailing alone in the night sky, Enjoying a blessing, not asking why! Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 2] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-17-2015 08:39 PM Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal Dark shadows of death it enshrouds, roaring lightning in storming clouds Flames it destroys as it dares burn Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills long before creeping dawn-time chills Yet its mercy screams out very loud candlelight given unto good and proud Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs echoes songs of glistening waking frogs Far above the ancient nighttime croaks angels remove earthly blinding cloaks At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks! Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 3] Author : Balu Date : 06-17-2015 09:07 PM Tank you Tyr-Ziu Saxnot! This is Great to start a day from reading your poetry. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/light_skin/hi.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 4] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-18-2015 10:34 AM Thunder Gives Its Preceding Applause The Rain gifts blessings multi-fold, aided by its sister Wind, earth reaps. Bounties plentiful, harvests gold , as into awaiting soil it seeps. Fields cry for the coming spray, showers sent to man and beast. If withheld we begin to truly pray, so that we live and may have a feast. Echoes in Heaven announce the Rain, thunder gives its preceding applause. A gift, same as in our births pain, we must conform to Nature's laws. Skies above gift this blessing down. Upon earth's thirsty, waiting gown. Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015 Note- Nature's gift, this bounty we receive, Gods love, even as Satan deceives Look up to give returning praise, for from death only He was ever raised... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 5] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-20-2015 07:08 PM Another sonnet, I just had to write this one because my muse beat on me so! :laugh:-Tyr Sunshine Upon A Dark Day Great lamentations sadden this dark room And cries held back cut the silent tears Such young death displays a tragic doom As survivors fight back their deep fears! Yet outside the sun shines deeply bright Day holds promises for those still living More heartache will rip out this night She is now gone, gone is her sweet giving! Listen, angels sing this great loss now As light filters into this lonely place She lays there with no sweat on her brow with sweetest smile on her beautiful face! Night has fallen, we now feel very alone She- the light on our souls, is now gone! Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 6] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-21-2015 10:20 PM Another sonnet. I love to write sonnets, they come so easily to me. -Tyr Cool Morning Winds Blow Soft And Fair Bury your deepest sorrow in fertile soil, let the pain waste away right there. Sad heartache is worse than slaving toil, yet cool morning winds blow soft and fair. Do not be sad,there is hope in the life, rainbows appear when least expected. Darkness rages on with trouble and strife, judgment when love and faith are neglected. Do not be downcast, blessings come unaware, walk the path a man should hold dear. Dare the night to give its best scare, faith and love conquers every fear. Watch the sky tilt its shiny bright head. Hope lives on if you are not already dead! Robert J. Lindley, 07-21-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 7] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-22-2015 06:48 PM Another sonnet!! -Tyr Epitaph On Embraced Denial Rocks falling from so many dark night skies Rotten fruit baked into newly prized pies Evil racing in disguised as fine new light For we not blind by this enlightened sight! Storms now called lovely soothing breeze Glory and praise heaped upon broken trees The new thought given out as purest gems Broken vows pretending to be faithful hymns! Stars shining on man on sad earthly ground Fail to expose decrees so wickedly unsound Life now races on a long deeply false path Lies told on why we now reap God's holy wrath! O' man! Why not seek what you absolutely deny That without God, our souls shall never fly! Robert J. Lindley, 07-22- 2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 8] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2015 11:49 AM Yes, I wrote yet another sonnet. My favorite form I have recently returned to for my own great pleasure..-Tyr Time Is An Eternal Book Time is an eternal book with covers so worn it embraces us even before we are born Pages may be long and very deeply stained sadly in this life so much is unexplained! There are pictures of our infamous deeds proof our our fruits and barbaric seeds Times we refuse to help those in dire need They were bountiful crops, we were the weed! Yet recorded also our moments of victories times we gave of ourselves and loved others Life recorded complete with its mysteries How nothing beats the love of our mothers! Near the end we may see the spilt ink so bad Yet know its too late and our future is sad! Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015 Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth.. edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 9] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-25-2015 09:21 AM Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1 Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows, overhead moon and stars race in shows. Owl hoots out its short mating call, Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all. Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat, fire burning, his dog resting at his feet. Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour, light rain tinkles down in a cool shower. Far away a panther lets loose angry call, just announces its great power is all. Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal, so silently deadly so easily makes a kill. Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life." Me this damn happy, even without a wife! Robert J. Lindley November 18, 1977 Note- An old sonnet from my stored private writes.So very long ago but I can still remember the late night whiskey drinking when writing this one! This sprang from my reading Emerson and Poe that night(from old footnote). Strange that it was not a dark poem! Perhaps Emerson won out. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 10] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-25-2015 09:50 AM A lesson in ignoring certain poetry sanctioned rules. -Tyr Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1 Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows, overhead moon and stars race in shows. Owl hoots out its short mating call, Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all. Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat, fire burning, his dog resting at his feet. Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour, light rain tinkles down in a cool shower. Far away a panther lets loose angry call, just announced its great power is all. Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal, so silently deadly, so easily makes a kill. Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life." Me this damn happy, even without a wife! Robert J. Lindley November 18, 1977 Note- An old sonnet from my stored private writes.So very long ago but I can still remember the late night whiskey drinking when writing this one! This sprang from my reading Emerson and Poe that night(from old footnote). Strange that it was not a dark poem! Perhaps Emerson won out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now is this poem(SHOWN BELOW) better after I edited to meet proper sonnet syllable count? I think it is not myself. Which is why I often ignore the ten syllable count in my sonnets.-Robert Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1(edited version to meet the ten syllable count) Deep in the dark woods a campfire glowing, overhead moon and stars race on showing. Owl now hooting out its short mating call, Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all. Enjoying this solitary retreat, fire burning,dog resting at his feet. Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour, light rain tinkles down in a cool shower. Far away panther lets loose angry call, just announcing its great power is all. Overhead owl flies out to get a meal, silent, deadly so easily makes a kill. Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the greatest life." Me this happy, even without a wife! 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) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 11] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-26-2015 07:35 PM For She, This Victory Was Gained-- Sonnet- Number 2 You that loved her for her long, yellow hair, I for her grace, charm and brilliant mind. You left her sick and without a damn care, while I nursed her to health staying behind. Nights that you had her wrapped in your lies, You fooled her with your snakelike charm. I sat alone trying to break your evil ties, desperately fighting to defeat your harm. That summer we battled for her sweet hand. A contest between your evil and truth's might. I defeated you utterly with a true moral stand, And you the rascal fled away in the hot night. Now we together found exactly what true love is. Love is "we and ours", happily not,"her and his"! Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015 Note: Very loosely based upon a past experience in the late 70's.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 12] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-28-2015 12:26 AM Started as a sonnet but went too deep for that to be. I simply can not undo what I was inspired to write. Posting this poem here , although not a 14 verse sonnet, (as it was originally birthed to be) but my muse, the vixen, had other plans! Hope you may enjoy the longer version...-Tyr Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride Forever and defying black storms at play, no longer young and full of zeal. Seeking first the lost joy in each day, the old man sometimes got his thrill. Sunrise toasted heart and stirred Love, a beam of Hope deep within his mind. Softened calls from the morning dove, served to set him aglow and then remind. He could no longer hold onto the dead, she that fired his spirit and Soul. Yet always, he remembers words she said, how Time raced with its goal and toll. Thoughts on life to be actively loved, gave energy for his passionate flight. Each sunny day hit him hard and shoved, imagined beauties visiting him each night. Yet always, this memory haunted his mind, how darling wife said , Yes forever I do! And how he cried deeply replying in kind. They together each morn their love renew! Forever and defying black storms at play, no longer young and full of zeal. Seeking first the lost joy in each day, the old man sometimes got his thrill. Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015 Note- Looking back, life sho' has been a majestic and wild ride! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 13] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-28-2015 09:17 PM That Old Tree Was Loved That old tree had weathered many storms past Veteran of countless intense brush fires Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast Yet this summer, one can see where it tires. Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn Dried out looking for water from drought's cup If it dies this year , so it was its turn. Child of nine swung from its lofty branches Climbing so very high for a huge thrill Tree was life and we daring to take chances To see farther, what lay over the next hill. A picture of old and ancient life now gone. Remembering, this heart again feels so alone! Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015 Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty. When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there. Only a huge stump remained. For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world......... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 14] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-01-2015 11:56 PM Just A Natural Thing Emerging into the coolness of the frost on the ground, Nature calls deeply to my soul with its sweetest sound Fall has sunk in with its widespread leaf killing bite The wild woods so naked present a less appealing sight. Sunset breeze stings much more in its calm and cool way, Nature demands more from furry critters in hardship pay Owls know the coming change will bring them more meals Drastic change spreads across meadows, woods and hills. This coming bleak and savagely measured epic onslaught, a lethal trap to the many critters unprepared and caught No mercy given in Nature's most wrathful and cold season Nature demands weak and sick die, survival is the reason. Spring awaits killing off of the useless, and its unneeded. Its garden must flourish with beauty after its been weeded! Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015 Sonnet number three, Nature's Garden Weeded.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 15] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-08-2015 06:19 PM Death, A Mystery So Dreaded What light will shine upon my demise perhaps a lone candle burning low Penny for your thoughts sounds so wise will that light burn truly to glow! Will light shadows dance upon the wall a lively jig, complete with shouts Will I still hear my beloved ones call or even know to have such doubts? Can I wander back, check on my friends just a quick glimpse just to see Shall death have twists, turns and bends or deep blackness merely engulf me? My dear loves, my life will it be missed If I find not, will I be sorely pissed? R.J. Lindley jan. 17th 1979 Note-- Eileen Manassian mentioned in a blog comment that she thought my sonnets quite good. So I now break out this sonnet from my private journal written 36 years ago when I was 25 years old. I dedicate its public showing to her, my friend. Trust me, I made no changes in it .I learned my lesson from mistakenly doing that.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 16] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-09-2015 11:52 AM God's Poetry Of Stars And Its Deep Verse God's poetry of stars, and its deep verse a play HE need not ever rehearse. Heavens filled with stars shining, poets sweetly writing ,loving and opining. God's poetry of earth, and its deep verse healthy love and life needing no nurse. Majestic rivers, lakes and cool, cool streams endless wonders and heads filled with dreams. God's poetry of mankind, and its deep verse ever forward, no need to reverse Roads to travel, love and promised paradise needing no more, such will surely suffice. God's poetry of earth, a well for our thirst. God's poetry of earth, in his Love we are first! Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2015 Note- A new sonnet, written just because I can.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 17] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-11-2015 09:33 AM I Cried For My Father's Death I cried for my father's death then but never for my own cutting pain That was not understood back when I felt my life had nothing to gain. Life taught me few things are fair misery and pain follow every gift Although young with full head of hair life gave nothing to spirit uplift. Often in awe of power of the storm we forget the damage such inflicts Such folly too often is the norm sadly man's Nature allows such tricks. Time onward flows as old wounds it heals Life does reward those, Love's heart steals! R.J. Lindley May 9th, 1985 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 18] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-12-2015 11:12 PM Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell, With evil, sins and smells of eating hate. Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar An escape before death proves me too late? I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom, Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures. No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom, An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures! Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown, A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood. Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown. Into my searching heart each a river in flood. This valley holds deep my father's longing soul. This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll! R.J. Lindley May 20TH 1983 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 19] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-13-2015 11:49 PM Autumn Revisited , A Look Back Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly no respite from Winter's friend Over heading the wild birds soar on by almost time for this season's end. This stream , banks covered in green moss shall very soon flow deeper and cold This forest will reflect more of this loss musings I find deeper as I grow old! What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair? a short gust in a fast receding storm Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair survival searching now is the prime norm. As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast Slowing moving Time suddenly races so fast! Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015 Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 20] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-14-2015 10:06 AM Thoughts On The Rail I ponder on, this big world, you and I Does love ride the hard gusting wind Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky A journey magnificent but without an end! I hope, life will forever hold anew Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams So often united in the hearts of two Wading the brooks and mountain streams! May I know, the joys my father found The great treasures of his humble life Spirit flying fast while earthly bound Above the din of sin and earthly strife! Thoughts swim in this old but fertile brain. Memories from a wild past, rise and live again! Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 21] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-14-2015 09:06 PM Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top I met you there, so very full of grace single rose in your shining raven hair Radiance beaming from your sweet face couldn't stop myself, I had to stare! Every moment since, forever treasured nights glowed on, your smile a star Everything since that night measured, love raced in deep like a speeding car! Now time has given me such great sorrow Heaven welcomed your spirit on in Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow forever gone my lover, my great friend! Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances I gamble that climb and take my chances! R.J. Lindley Oct. 16th, 1973 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 22] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-15-2015 10:46 AM Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire! At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day Darkness,eases into another far lost realm Light returns to splendor in its bright way Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm! We that rise up to see this wondrous event soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast Our future embraced and our past thus spent each day's memories and hopes sail at last! Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift hours await to explore life's great dreams Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift full of promises riding magnificent streams! At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play! Robert J. Lindley Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's. Had no date on it.. Edit- This poem has been chosen for November publication at Whispers. com. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 23] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-15-2015 07:50 PM My Life For Her All Her eyes sent softest heart's yearnings a candle flicker blowing in the wind My mind filled with awe and great learnings desired her and her only in the end. Passion's arrows flew straight and very deep wishes danced in glee within my weary head Missing her kept me from good night's sleep as her sexy visions swirled around my bed. Dreams fed my ardor into hot fevered lust she goddess of desire, now so dearly missed Totally captured, it was her hand or bust yet our love grew and we had not even kissed. To be mine! She was destined to thus fall I gambled everything, my life for her all! R.J. Lindley NOV. 25, 1977 -------------------------------------------------------------- Dare I, Own Up And Confess Whispering shadows floating in the dark Sound of laments ringing in their wake Biting with wicked teeth so like a shark seeking one lost and lonely soul to take! Alarm clock wakes me from such a dream yet bloodstains are at foot of the bed How silly! All was not as it did seem nightmares rage inside my old, aching head! Rising to race quickly to the cold shower stepped in a slippery,soft and warm mess Blood on my feet, shows dreams have power now the police demand I own up and confess! Waking! My ankles shackled to these bars Got a feeling,this dream going to leave scars! Robert J. Lindley. 08-15-2015 Note. A dark sonnet for a change. -------------------------------------------------------------- Beauty Grows Roadside Flowers In May Why worry about the vast dark terrors unseen when man himself walks often as a raging beast The beautiful peacock struts and does so preen as rising sun shines its glory from the East. Does not an eagle fly next to the shining Sun where spirits unseen rest within its fire Tempt the worst to better enjoy the very best do not great poets love and so richly inspire. Far above, stars and heaven exist, to look down upon man's prideful loves, lives and affairs So true! Far too many seek an undeserved crown strut about in arrogance and prideful airs. If truth be sought, such vanities race away as sweet beauty grows roadside flowers in May! R.J. Lindley Feb, 11, 1976 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 24] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-18-2015 06:53 PM Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart A gentle song in your voice, only I could hear loving you my choice, losing my greatest fear Grabbing that light coming from your soft eyes was touching a rainbow in clear blue skies! Your beauty, stream growing splashing flowers my heart beating for our time, midnight hours Your glowing soul, baby steps into my realm your kisses given, my heart they overwhelm! Memories tell me, you are still by my side to hold these, your death my mind does hide Some sweet nights, I feel your soft touch those are the nights, I embrace so damn much! Such dreams, hold in place my grieving heart. Prayers begging, begging our love to restart! R.J. Lindley Feb, 25 1981 Note--Old sonnet, found folded in a old poetry book. I must have placed it there and forgotten. I did edit out some personal references and shortened it to be a sonnet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 25] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-03-2015 12:25 AM No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace, horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep grim echoes bounce all over the place. Midnight hour, signals its coming call evil whispers sing a death chant, Candles burning low in the castle hall gloom rises up to blackness enhance. No retreat, this battle always rages stabs and cuts both victims endure, Shields fallen, damnation then engages bruised heart, this life remains impure. No reprieve for the lost, battered soul past sins, eat in deep, take their toll Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015 Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started and gnawed at me to finish it. Past memories cry out to be satisfied... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 26] Author : Gunny Date : 09-03-2015 03:14 AM A thread to present sonnets. A poetry form some poets never master and some even fear to try.. Myself, I delight in them and have won many contest placing my sonnet against various other poems in other forms. Sonnets: The Deadest Hope In The World The deadest hope in the world to hold To be truly youthful when one is old To race about with eager quickened pace Innocent smile upon a softened face, Willing hands to love yet again, The envy of many jealous, fellow men A finer vessel sleek, pure and true Lady of charm dancing along with you! Adorned with steadfast heroic words, Flying free of earth like the birds, Wandering into majesty of the clouds Far away from teeming earthbound crowds A God sailing alone in the night sky, Enjoying a blessing, not asking why! Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015 I used to watch the Guns of Will Sonnet. :laugh: Starring Walter Brennan. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 27] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-03-2015 10:23 AM I used to watch the Guns of Will Sonnet. :laugh: Starring Walter Brennan. Me too. They just don't make 'em like that any more!! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 28] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-06-2015 01:24 AM As We Jostle For The Next Joy-Ride How shall we seek our happiness now At this closing of the dark hour When life brings on a dark so foul no flag waves atop castle's tower. Only stench of the corruption below holds our senses in disbelief Multi-colored balloons all for show all blindness, we feel no grief. Fields stretched in desolation galore barren yet seen with foolish pride Seas raging with sad, polluted shores as we jostle for the next joy-ride! Shall we gather to sing our demise Or seek counsel from the very wise? R.J. Lindley Spring, 1990 NEW NOTE--I have absolutely no memory of what inspired this poem. Could have been a whiskey night and bad troubles long since forgotten. I am now quite sure if that is the case , I do not want to regain that memory.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 29] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-09-2015 09:39 PM Shadow Mist, Fear Of Past Sins Ghostly trails, shadows whirl in and out. Trees line sad dream in very deep rows. Alas! Danger lurks ahead, no time to scout, Daybreak may hold red meat for the crows. Where you see ahead a bend holds new fear. Echoes call out, watch- remember the past. You shudder deeply, eye finds a lost tear, Pray for help because evil moves in so fast! Sun sets and the darkness looms thick ahead. Falling rays wrapping the shadows in haze. Mind screams out, go away-you are now dead, running along, a fool in a mind lost daze! Shadowy mist, crowding you into its sphere. You choke on cowardice, brought by deep fear! Robert J. Lindley, 09-09-2015 Note- A Dark Sonnet on a blind and lost soul that was gifted light... He that was once lost, found a key. He that once hated all- Found he also hated me.... Answer came, when faith finally made a call. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 30] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-15-2015 08:47 PM Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills Like a tight jar your fate is sealed Life strains under its heavy goals. After death, truth's light is revealed Lying lips are kissed by burning coals. Loud roars cry out life is so unfair Beg pay for merely knowing your names. You play, wandering around with no care Ignoring follies and your great shames. You walk along a dark, foreboding path With cold fingers jammed in your ears. Cry about hard times and imagined wrath Run from shadows and your greatest fears. Blue dark day may wait for your descent. You reap ill because you did not repent! Robert J. Lindley 1986 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 31] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-16-2015 07:43 PM Tempests That Eat Upon This Stony Shore There lay hidden, shadows in that great storm tempests that eat upon this stony shore. Night hides devils wrecking such great harm destroying that our hearts most adore! Waves crash into massive rocks that so shield soft play grounds of white sanded beaches. Harsh winds beat the flowers in bright field all are savaged as its darkness reaches! Memories hold treasures we pray remain safe flashes of beauty existing only hours before. Fast stormy missiles blast all as they strafe wrecking havoc and destruction ever more! Save our souls, we deeply, earnestly do pray Give us this gift, that we again see light of day! Robert J. Lindley, 09-16-2015 Note-This poem was written by me back in early 90's. I decided to bring it from my private journal and present it here with a very minor edit. In the last verse, I changed the word "joy" to --"gift"... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 32] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-20-2015 06:46 PM Untitled Sonnet I sat lost in deep thought to write today, memories flooding an old poet's mind. So little time, so important words to say hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind! My muse, she went sailing around the world, often for me that is a pure delight. In my tired old mind words are now swirled, yet my inner spirit longs to fight. Do I write of past loves and desperate lies, heartache eating away cold hard stone? Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies, that warm this surging heart to the bone! Ah, too many words invade this weary mind. Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind. Robert J. Lindley, written in 91' Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91.. perhaps placed aside for later editing, however the older me now boldly says it is ok as is.. citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title should reflect past and present case.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 33] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-20-2015 10:05 PM A Religion That MURDERS All That Oppose Its Course Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread. Punitive actions given for words we long ago said. Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst. Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list. Do not fear such hiding and lowlife coward's secret plans. Unite and record they and their insidious deeds. Stay the course, honor truth and fight the good fight. Teach fear is a double edged sword they too may yet feel. Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread. Punitive actions given for words we long ago said. Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst. Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list. Understand this, we shall soon see their darkest face. As we and our children they plan to murder and erase. Robert J. Lindley, 09-20-2015 Note- SONNET -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 34] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-24-2015 08:12 AM Well of Memory Calls My Heart And Soul Well of Memory, sweet love thoughts I treasure holding great loves and joys beyond measure Mere moment's thought summons up such delights to soothe my lonely spirit on the darkest nights. Without those my life would be so dead and dry much like an calm ocean without a blue sky I perish the thought, birth not such a nightmare bring not my early death by such a scare! I seek to happily live to a happy and ripe old age vanquish my greatest fears, conquer my epic rage Pray I, travel on while deeply, serenely sleeping Be long gone before the heartache and sad weeping. Longings of heart and mind upon illness and old age. Imaginations soaring, seeking solace within last page. Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2014 Note- Rewritten and altered into sonnet form. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 35] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-27-2015 12:18 AM Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes I ate from your welcoming glitter plate touches easing my restless soul. Desperate, in love praying, not too late never saw two eyes black as coal. There were sweet drugs in your soft words and dancing steps in your walk. I flew with you, flew with soaring birds heaven closer each time we talk. Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame as friends point out how you used. Seeing contempt at how you played the game that left me so miserable and bruised. Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still. Force myself, to lock it there against my will! Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015 Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that love brings. Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 36] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-01-2015 07:11 PM Early Winter Farm Chores Shall I muse at midnight on the morning sun now hiding very far beyond the pale. Dread farmyard chores needing to be done as morn sun rises over hill and dale. Warm in bed, warding off deep windy chills with winter marching in far too soon. Tarry late and hot glowing embers embrace rising late only in a lazy afternoon! Or instead jump from this warm , soft bed racing on out when red rooster crows. Quickly getting pigs and chickens well fed all long before the cold winter snows! Up early before morning's sweet sunlight. Another farming day, another long fight. Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015 Note-- Edited an older poem from back in the 80's. Shortened into a sonnet.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 37] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-07-2015 09:53 PM A Sea God, Man Learned To Domesticate ( POSEIDON) Lighthouse light can now just barely penetrate where rocky shores sit ready to decimate. As fate waits ready to this ship devastate waiting divine evil winds to designate. Sea god in anger desires to demonstrate harm no other deity can replicate. To mortal man disaster will resonate fear teaching him the sea god to elevate. Great storm power man can hardly estimate its divine angry cause only speculate. Falling in religious search to meditate pray for divine solution to celebrate. When seeds of learning and logic germinate Man found sea gods that he could then desecrate! Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2015 Note-- Non-typical sonnet, with 11 syllable count. I like to experiment, fits my rebelling sentiment to indulge my non-typical poetic temperament. I refuse to be an eternal slave to form..Something in my spirit always rebels... 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: 96 Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 38] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-10-2015 07:51 PM Bravest Heart Stands Upon A Mountain High When courage dares to prove it exists Bravest heart stands upon a mountain high Troubles reigning and evil turns to twist When honor sets itself ready to fly. Deeds little sung but princely overall Ransom demanded so bravely in blood paid Honor, loss paid by those hearing the call Courage the test, death the ransom in trade. Life singing holding truth of honest light Where danger and pain are the highest cost What bravery if not in great hard fight Or great battle praised, if nothing is lost? The brave living with hearts of golden souls. Sacrifices give admirable roles! Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2015 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 39] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-12-2015 07:46 PM With Mists Setting Imprisoned Souls So Free Riverside shines bright in its pearly dew touching epic beauty one must give thanks. For dancing flowers soaked and very new willow trees weeping along its soft banks. Smooth flowing water moving right along fish flopping to see the majestic scene. Swirls in eddies sing a melodic song colorful mallards splashing as they preen. Slice of paradise, as fine as a gem every moment the call of sweetest glee. Nature, tis' both great symphony and hymn with mists setting imprisoned souls so free! As night fell, the brilliant sky it did glow Nature just smiled, at fine but lesser show! Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015 Note- Another sonnet, this one describing a moment in time at a very special spot from my youth. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 40] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-13-2015 07:27 PM Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways, Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise, Their golden sails adream in evening haze. Thoughts of broken spirit wander sadly Unfriendly waters; raging, storm-shattered they roam; Sea-reft their beauty, moaning all their music, No haven dares to call them home. Far sundered are their soundings, far diverging Magic winds that sing their course, For some may find the Hesperides, but others, Those far, sad and dark islands of Remorse. There they may safely harbor, dark as hell's morn Awaiting in the cradle, where deathless aches are born! Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015 Note- Non-traditional sonnet, archaic messaging. (A) "adream"--Webster's Third New International Dictionary adream adjective Etymology: a- (I) + dream, v. dreaming old people motionless and adream - See more at: http://findwords.info/term/adream#sthash.UnF3w8ZI.dpuf (B) "reft" ---A past tense and a past participle of reave. reave rēv/ verbarchaic carry out raids in order to plunder. rob (a person or place) of something by force. "reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast" steal (something). source- https://encrypted.google.com/#q=reave+definition (C) "sundered"--sun·der ˈsəndər/ verbliterary past tense: sundered; past participle: sundered split apart. "the crunch of bone when it is sundered" synonyms: divide, split, cleave, separate, rend, sever, rive "his father and he were sundered by religious differences" (D) Hesperides--Definition of HESPERIDES. 1. : a legendary garden at the western extremity of the world producing golden apples. 2. : the nymphs in classical mythology who guard with the aid of a dragon a garden in which golden apples grow. Hesperides | Definition of Hesperides by Merriam-Webster www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/HesperidesMerriam‑Webster -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 41] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-14-2015 07:22 PM Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes They could never in any great haste their false glory dare to forsake. Why abandon that gleam in their eyes for truth in those sad tomorrows? Dwell not in that bitter splendor A victor with a yellow wreath. In pride hide being a lying pretender never giving up what fate bequeath! Restless spirits from vanquished foes can not invade that haughty parade. Brave conquerors of weakened tribes living out a false, arrogant charade. History now reveals the dishonor disguised. And tales of false victories cleverly contrived! Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015 Note- http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1997/native-americans.html In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist. "In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes. "By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand. In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 42] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-16-2015 09:25 AM I just reworked this older sonnet to bring it into proper sonnet form. Previously it had been in modern sonnet form. I rewrote it to meet traditional sonnet form. Tempests That Eat Upon Stony Shores There lay hidden- shadows in a great storm tempest that eats upon this stony shore. Night hiding devils wrecking such great harm destroying in our hearts we most adore! Waves crash into massive rocks that so shield playgrounds of ivory sanded beaches. Harsh winds beating the flowers in bright field all are savaged as its darkness reaches! Memories hold that we pray remains safe glow of beauty existing hours before. Fast stormy missiles blast all as they strafe wrecking hell and destruction ever more! Save our souls, we deeply, earnestly pray. Give this gift, so we can see light of day! Robert J. Lindley, 09-16-2015 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 101 Note-This poem was written by me back in early 90's. I decided to bring it from my private journal and present it here with a very minor edit. In the last verse, I changed the word "joy" to --"gift".. And just rewrote it again to bring it into traditional sonnet form. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 43] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-16-2015 04:50 PM Old Maid Hadder Got Madder And Madder Old maid Hadder got madder and madder wind blew her bonnet and cast upon it. Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder taken aback, next she fell doggone it! Did not matter, her day in a tatter rain pouring down, gave her another frown. Wind drove and gusted all the more at her in her shame she felt even more a clown! She could never rise not that it matters her sad life now placed her in such tatters. Her legs exposed showed fatter and fatter with no lover, simply did not matter! Sad tale of a mad, old lady Hadder. To get up, had to use a step ladder. Robert J. Lindley Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 109 For contest--- MAD AS A HORNET - SONNET - poetry contest Blog Posted:10/16/2015 2:48:00 PM MAD AS A HORNET – SONNET One NEW poem on the topic of --- MAD AS A HORNET Only form acceptable is a SONNET. May be English, Italian, or French style. See Shadow Poetry for descriptions, syllable and rhyme patterns. I undertake this endeavor with great trepidation so jump right in and make some waves. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 44] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-17-2015 09:58 AM Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark Where I saw tall trees wearing many crowns with greatest splendor wrapping spreading limbs. Early each morn wearing soft, dewy gowns floating teardrops dropping from brightened stems. Ancient tree trunks adorned with gnarly knots such rustic beauty in their thickened bark. Nature gives majesty as it allots be it ancient tree or skimming skylark. Trees holding my heart in sky-filling grasp sky reaching titans eating my dark gloom. Nature's beauty awes within me to gasp and with inspired mind paint a wooded room. Return I to timeless inspiring scene. Trees grabbing at the bluest sky to preen. R. J. Lindley Sept, 1981 Note- From my private journal, written back in 1981. One minor correction made today. "Return I --"again"- to timeless inspiring scene." The word "again" removed in order to meet the ten syllable count. Man, how I dearly hate having to do that....... Exactly why so often I ignore poetry form restricting requirements! Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 97 Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made While walking in heaven's forest garden a wanderer within this magic realm. Sought mystical views to grant a pardon resting, found her underneath a witch elm. Deep in my enchantment I found her there sweetest vision passing into my view. She, mythical creature gracing the air as if my longing mind brought her on cue! Needing a partner for her pas de deux she beseeching me to give her my aid. Thus began my forest dancing debut with a beautiful goddess my mind made. Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu. I wonder, was it a dream or love true? Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 45] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-19-2015 07:59 PM Red Sunsets On The Blue Hills What of soft red sunsets on the blue hills Or true love found in a dusky the light. Just as night frights give deeper cold chills Crimson sunsetting views show heaven's might. Such wondrous blazing stirs in me a dream Fire cast from Valhalla's great skies. Reminding of dying brave warrior's gleam Of truth in death bearing no twisted lies. Of glowing red sunbeams gracing sweet earth We can see true courage gifting its hope. Man cries praying for all that he is worth For all resting beyond his earthly scope. When red sunsets tell us life does renew. We may ponder the path we dare to choose! Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2015 (Modern Sonnet) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 108 Note: On sonnets, I hold that the message far outranks the far too restrictive form of set meter. Thus I refuse to write in such. I did adhere to the requirement of ten syllables per verse. http://www.writing-world.com/poetry/schimel1.shtml Of course, these "rules" for writing a sonnet are meant to be broken. And even when adhering to the rules, there will be variation; lines need not be perfectly iambic, so long as the predominant pattern is consistent enough to be recognized as such. Many modern sonnets no longer rhyme, or have variant rhyme schemes, but are still identifiably a sonnet because it adheres to enough of the rules. (1.) Valhalla---In Norse mythology, Valhalla (from Old NorseValhöll "hall of the slain"[1]) is a majestic,enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over bythe god Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by valkyries, while the other half go to the goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr. In Valhalla, the dead join the masses of those who have died in combat known as Einherjar, as well as various legendary Germanic heroes and kings, as they prepare to aid Odin during the events of Ragnarök. Before the hall stands the golden tree Glasir, and the hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields. Various creatures live around Valhalla, such as the stag Eikţyrnir and the goat Heiđrún, both described as standing atop Valhalla and consuming the foliage of the tree Lćrađr. Valhalla is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson, Heimskringla, also written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson, and in stanzas of an anonymous 10th century poem commemorating the death of Eric Bloodaxe known as Eiríksmál as compiled in Fagrskinna. Valhalla has inspired various works of art, publication titles, popular culture references, and has become a term synonymous with a martial (or otherwise) hall of the chosen dead. Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 46] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-21-2015 08:49 PM Heeding The Wisdom Of Ancient Sages Spit on the blinded world in denial walking hastily the straight and narrow. Waste not time drinking from poison vial plant destiny's seeds with better harrow. Preparing the soil in its sweet splendor never wasting time in useless pleasures. Achieve something great to children render other than usual earthly treasures. Waking to morn's glow by the sun's bright light heeding the wisdom of ancient sages. Find your mountain, climb to its greatest height looking downward and backward through the ages. Spit on the blinded world in denial. Waste not time drinking from poison vial. Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 94 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 47] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-24-2015 01:04 AM Glorious Moon Lonely night I search for light of new moon sadness absent, seek its comfort so soon When weak are joys, hopes strewn across my path wash soul in wetness of celestial bath Worse are nights that despair crowds deeply in dark blocks memories of lovers and friends Salvation beams down Old Man in the Sky igniting love as tears drop from my eyes Shadows flee from beams of inspired moonlight wash my heart in love that vanishes fright Spirit offers, moonlight joy as its gift rays of happiness blessings soon uplift Blessed nights, crystal skies serve the moon music fills my heart, I dance to its tune. Robert J. Lindley , 03-14-2014 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: 107 Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 48] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-25-2015 10:41 PM My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear a racing orb of light so very bright. A love lost, great tragedy so many fear as small children do darkness of night. If only to live and not be too late for the appointed day that I died. Mend the widening cracks in my plate careful to eat my stolen eggs fried. Should a poet compose for me a monody I shall rise again just to hear. For my sweet soul fled my tortured body but my love lives in a maiden's tear. Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune. Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon? Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015 Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to be a sonnet! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 49] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-26-2015 09:05 AM With Glowing Soft Colors In Rainbow Hues Romantic night of given heart, my sweet whatever shall dearest life truly be? Your softest touch and gentle heartbeat, mermaid swimming in my romantic sea. I hold only dreams of your beating heart with glowing soft colors in rainbow hues. Praying daily that we shall never part that my life never meets such dreaded blues. May we live lost within your finest dance while sleeping beside meadow flowers glow. Your love dwells in finest, purest romance, in a blessed gift joined, I pray to know. Your dance swept me completely off my feet. Forever my life joined with your heartbeat. Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2015 Note- Sonnet on romance , one hundred words, perfect tens. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 edit- Recently placed 2nd in a contest. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 50] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-28-2015 09:13 AM Yet We Endure, We Lost Devils Of Mankind O' what boldness the soft-shoe'd thief had when rustling through my heart's home. Invisible- never seen, but wickedly bad and just as complicated as a geodesic dome. Sent ahead- her vision to my soul entice she of wondrous eyes and softest arms. Knowing I'd be trapped by my own device and never resist the lures of her charms! Life's ancient irony is that love is blind and biggest fool, a wishful hero to be. Yet we endure, we lost devils of mankind desperately swimming, each in our sea. Of earth's patient resilience, love yet stands. Victor, across each border and all the lands! Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2015 Note- A sonnet dedicated to this fine day! I woke- sweet light met my eyes aware that everybody dies My- how youth and dear time fly life again- yet for another day, or is that just another comforting lie? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 51] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-30-2015 08:31 AM Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain Heartache deep, it was breaking granite stones sun eclipsed on that raging fateful day. He felt it, the blues down deep in his bones lost love hurts, love hurts, as they often say. She came on like lovely dancing whirlwind such awesome beauty in her raven hair. Becoming his hot lover and best friend now he finds her love lost is just not fair. He aching for days on that summer beach and beautiful visions of her deep joy. Her gone, life sought to miserably teach realization she was never his toy! Hope came one day, like a new cool Spring rain. Any broken heart can find love again! Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2015 Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 109 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 52] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-09-2015 07:17 PM Deepest Cut Of All Conjure up soothing visions to delight; sweetest triumphs parading over there. Wound of love deeper, epic pain now slight and images of angelic face so fair. Jewels on sword she used to cut my hand seeing the flash, feeling the awful scare. So deep, up to golden hilt as was planned images of her angelic face so fair. Anointed blade, poison laying on its edge; such finer cuts, never a saddened tear. No deep remorse for her broken love pledge even so, hurting heart still wants her near. Blade easily slides back into its sheath. Stone heart dances on my heart's broken wreath. Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2015 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 103 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 53] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-16-2015 11:08 AM A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas In that certain wilderness -There abides An unyielding force to thwart pain. Where misery fails and comfort resides And life flourishes in Nature's gain! Invisible hand- Firmly holds the keys And serenity there always prevails. A paradise of beautiful wooded seas Where moves Time and Age, slow as snails! Softly the gentle hours float- Into Sky As furry critters scurry all about. Man invades and sometimes even asks why "Are we made God"- with a futile shout! Natures splendors dare to tell a tale. About earth and sky- Heaven and Hell. R.J. Lindley July 9TH, 1978 Note- Sonnet from ages ago. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 54] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-16-2015 08:45 PM Forsaken Love Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me my miserable life now cut in shreds If only thee had instead set me free love, no longer sharing our silkened beds To what ending hath thou denied my love with darkness cast into our sadden souls Once our future sailed on so far above any lost, mundane and unworthy goals There were eternal sparkles in your eyes touching that declareth our loving so true Now blackness clouds into our lost skies crying, my heart breaks into missing you! How sad! That you dwelleth within the dark Letting deceit erase our loving spark. Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2015 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (1.)hast hast/ archaic second person singular present of have. (2)hath hath/ archaic third person singular present of have. (3)thou thou/ You may have been told that "thou" and "thee" were for familiar use, and "you" and "ye" were formal. This was not true originally, but it was true for about two centuries, roughly 1450-1650, including Shakespeare's time. The previously plural "you" was used in the singular to signify politeness and respect, which left "thou" and "thee" for all the other singular uses, ranging from endearing intimacy to bitter rudeness. Eventually, the politer "you" drove out nearly all uses of "thee" and "thou"; they survived mostly in poetry and religion. (4)dwelleth - Wiktionary https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dwelleth dwelleth. (archaic) third-person singular simple present indicative form of dwell [quotations ▽]. 1611, Bible (Authorized, or King James, Version), Romans 8:11:. (5)Declareth dictionary definition | declareth defined www.yourdictionary.com/declareth yourDictionary.com Verb. (archaic) Third-person singular present simple form of declare. Origin. declare + -eth. English Wiktionary. Available under CC-BY-SA license -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 55] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-21-2015 09:01 PM Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow As her hair flew about, so did my heart, unknown to me but a vision then loved. So very strange, way our time got its start, how she later became my beloved. Glittering sparkles in her bright blue eyes, as sun rose merely to reflect her glow She that merely touched to fill my skies always smiling as if time she could slow. Her memory, shall I ever forget, grace in her walking, sweetness in her voice I first spoke to her on a friendly bet now she would be my only loving choice. Such glowing warmth in her big, bright blue eyes Her being gone, left me asking the whys? R.J. Lindley May 25th 1974 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: 111 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 56] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-23-2015 06:42 PM To The Victor Goes The Spoils With a dark hand, deadly cut gashing deep No longer man- Now, sought he only peace. Once fallen foe, his life he could not keep Battle slain, soul flew upon its release. Victor took his victim's great sword and shield Rightful treasure he had so bravely earned. Dead left to rot on this red battlefield All pity each fallen had bravely spurned! Many fallen dispatched with a sharp spear, Others, a swift sword removing each head. None showed the coming of death any fear, Sent into valley, angels feared to tread! The victor smiled knowing someday his Fate. For in this gore, he relished and ate! R.J. Lindley July 20th 1980 Note-- I grabbed this old poem for my 850th poem presented here. 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 57] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2015 01:54 AM In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes Shall we march: into nights so darkly bound; And within storms raging the foamy seas; Rests the power of dark fury unbound, And desperation in the Fallen's pleas. Bitter sweet the glories the gods have sent Small solace unto man's eternal quest, Wherein the stones dropped are the punishment And prideful glory is lukewarm at best. The Valiant are led down a blackened road In vanity, they sing hollow tunes. Upon false mountains, lies their sad abode And truth lay buried in their black sand dunes. Where age turns their shining armor to rust. Roams, a dark beast nobody can dare trust. Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015 Note- Tis late night--my muse cried out, shut up and write! A sonnet, to ease a grieving soul and truth takes its toll. 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: 102 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 58] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2015 11:44 PM Sad Past That Haunts These Halls Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art, flame that glowed so brightly- then raced away No bright stars on an astronomy chart word-masters storming so far from the fray. And what of the newer machine set up, a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast Should poetry have kept its golden cup and hungered far more for its epic feast? Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art? Ah pity, that some never dare to say- In that vast space keeping souls far apart They that know of epic past in its day. Some few kneel, searching again for glory- For new ending for this sad, sad story! Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2015 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 59] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-28-2015 03:37 PM In That Room, We Planted Love's Sweet Bloom Guarded In that room, we planted love's sweet bloom guarded. Highest hopes at any cost were sworn a love not lost Cautionary tales about love's travails disregarded. Yet future shadowy beast waiting our love to accost. In secret, cleverly hidden dark of night beast waited Powerful and patient in darkest shadows it dwells; For that moment- to strike deep the love it so hated Thus send two true lover's souls into pits of hells. With its power cutting romantic flows of love's streams And sent our lives into deep dives of troubled waters, We never again to find depths of our fantastic dreams, Love's realm once welcomed, now sadly,we are squatters! What was once the beauty of our love now rests in tatters. Fate decrees, deep misery seas and that is what matters! R.J. Lindley May 9th, 1987 NOTE- An old sonnet that had note written-"To be edited".. PRESENTED WITH NO EDITS as I now think it needs none... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 60] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2015 09:36 AM Betrayed Expectations (Sonnet) I flew to Olympus, to find its heart armor intact against Hades' dark wrath. At birth the power of light made its start as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path. Yet there I found only an empty throne where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned. So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown. Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained. Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find Nor divine favors for eternal youth. I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, justice for all and no distorted truth. At the foot of Olympus I sought love but no compassion came down from above. -------------------------------------------------- Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015 Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the opportunity to learn from him. You have my sincere thanks my very talented poetic friend. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 61] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2015 09:37 AM "APHRODITE" I flew to Olympus, to find its heart armor intact against Hades' dark wrath. At birth the power of light made its start as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path! Yet there I found only an empty throne where mighty Zeus in honor firmly reigned. So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown. Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained! The God of ancient Greece had lost its might, surrendered sacred glory, and his crown, Love destroyed at Aphrodite's first sight. No escape from pain; my heart’s sorrow drown. My fate was cursed by her passions lure, ashen remains of a heart once so pure. Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren ~ 29TH November 2015 Form: Sonnet Note: Note: It was my great and sincere pleasure collaborating with my friend Teppo Gren on this poem. His contribution and poetic insight was truly amazing and concluding verses astounding. My friend, you have my sincere thanks. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 62] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2015 09:39 AM Heart and Wisdom of Olympus I flew to Olympus, to find its heart armor intact against Hades' dark wrath. At birth the power of light made its start as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path! Yet there I found only an empty throne where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned. So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown. Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained! The pain and the sorrow! Where was the heart? I fell to my knees beseeching the Gods. Supreme and great Zeus why did you depart? Perhaps it was Titans, the elder gods. Then, Callioppe came for her father, And Themis, the divine man was bidden, Saying, Zeus gave his heart to his lover, Seeker be still, wisdom I have hidden! Robert Lindley & Broken Wings ~ 29TH November 2015 Note: Note: It was indeed my great pleasure collaborating with my friend Broken Wings on this poem. Her concluding verses are amazing and brought in the goddess Aphrodite, to note the darker side of love that we all know exists. Broken Wings, my good friend you have my sincere thanks and it was a very great pleasure collaborating with you. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 63] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-05-2015 12:38 PM Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams. Yet always, always appears my darling your face shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams. There we walk together on soft dewy grass our time romancing amongst the ancient trees. Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas! As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat time drinks its water from our heavenly stream. Alas! I can never that racing clock beat Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam! I that willfully fight the coming of day. Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay! Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015 Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse. (1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/slumbrous slumberous (ˈslʌmbərəs ; -brəs) or or slumbrous (ˈslʌmbrəs) Definitions adjective (mainly poetic) sleepy; drowsy inducing sleep characteristic of slumber -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 64] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2015 03:12 PM Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest Into a mottled shade I sought my rest As I trekked into my favorite woods. Here I was but an uninvited guest Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods! Walking upon an ancient forest floor Among towering oaks and ancient beech Always with joy, seeking very much more And knowledge that my longing soul will teach. Stream flowing over soft green, mossy rocks All about evidence of time's slow creep Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks As we can commune with Nature so deep! Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind. And I, yet again find my ancient friend! Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015 Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and ten syllable verses. From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite old growth forest. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 65] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-22-2015 02:33 PM When An Angry Sky Cries Out The sky was angry, in its sad, blue heart For loss: Dark blight covering down below. The two, joined yet now much farther apart Its hurting heart began casting forth snow. Its loud thunder was not then to be found yet angry pain filled unrelenting clouds. Below it saw destruction all around blighted land so sadly weeping in shrouds. And that mountain touching its glowing soul had recently cried out in flowing streams. Polluted and huge dust winds black as coal blasted, tarnishing its bright crimson dreams! Falling snow gave a most beautiful white. Brief covering of epic man-made blight! Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015 Note: Sonnet , perfect 100 word count with- Syllables Per Line: -10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 66] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-22-2015 08:07 PM Life Saving Rain Life saving rain, drops splattering about Indians in drought sought it with a dance. Falling on tin roof, water from a spout Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance. Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief. Vast seas depend upon rain's long showers Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief. Now we know, rain often heavenly sent God washes this flower garden he built. Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent And we blithely pollute it with no guilt. Indians honored their rain-god with glee Not disrespecting it, like you and me! Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015 Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN) Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming acrostic sonnet. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Very likely the first of its kind (Rhyming Acrostic Sonnet) methinks!.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 67] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-26-2015 07:48 PM Within Love's Divine Spark Shall I sing of dances in soft twilight, Or racing streams, woods and fairies afloat. Songbirds and colorful flashes in flight, Deep gentle seas float with white sailing boats. Or sweet heaven and God's majestic halls And beauty of his angels as they fly. Dreams of hope held dear, aglow in its calls Golden city in divine clouds on high. Woodland wonders and other precious things, Blessings of love, a fuller faith instills. Life's serenity, honoring grace brings, Bright rainbows towering over blue hills. Roses cast forth soft hues of red and whites. Dream memories of love's most treasured nights. Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2015 Note: Had to write a bright sonnet today! Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 68] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-30-2015 08:10 PM Stronger Dark Coffee Gifts Smelling Appeals Presented thoughts, added fuel to cooking fires No regard to irritating hot fans In life we control our lustful desires Add more grease to frying breakfast pans Choose food with enchanted diligent care Excellent butter graces such great meals Let swollen hearts gift sweeter roses fair Stronger dark coffee gifts smelling appeals. Oft' simple ingredients hold flavor That life finds a feast too massive to eat Cooking too long creates a hot fever And burnt words blister poet's racing feet But great rewards wait, a true believer That admits not failure or sad defeat. Robert J. Lindley Note: Poets often cook delicious sonnets. Right amount of butter,temp set right and proper ingredients. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 94 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 69] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-01-2016 08:34 PM If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines Whenever you feel life is all vanity and doom consider the deepest depths of true love. Stop and consider, glorious flowers in bloom matching epic beauty of the skies above. For life shall always have troubles and woes complete with sad miseries and dark days. Remember, those great blessings life bestows and treasures delivered in so many ways. As years flow by and joy often comes around be thankful for goodness that so shines. A silver lining can almost always be found if memories are sifted when one refines. Darkness forever yields to greatness of light Truth eternally supports what is always right. Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015 Note: Sonnet, mixed syllable count. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 70] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-07-2016 11:18 PM EDITED ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ Magical Mountain Where Blue Cat Resides Majestic mountain made of magic stone I climbed every night as a lonely child. Tall and regal, it stood there all alone symbol of a world fantastic and wild! Atop its peak in my racing night dreams looking across earth's fantastic skies. Resting below, forests and flowing streams bright, magical realm where blue cat resides. Deep within each night's visionary quest prayer for family, sleeping nearby. Brave climber daring his courageous best fantasy and thrills on every night's try! Magical mountain made of bluest stone. Conquered by a child, made of flesh and bone! Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 94 3rd poem. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 71] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-12-2016 07:05 PM I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart I remember fierce storm that blew my life away. Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind; reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day, tears falling down but no good answers could I find. So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way, when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home. Easy now to see it in slow motion replay, as I wade in darkness wherever I may roam. Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour. No joy in simply knowing that I did my best, while I saw the destruction of my wild flower! I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart. Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart. Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016 Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten. 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: Total # Words: 124 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 72] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-16-2016 12:31 AM If We Only Embraced Could Be's There in a single splash of ocean swell could be great joy instead of blackest doom. If only dry desert hotter than hell could be a wet and spaciously cool room. The could be's that stirs a man's longing mind could be ripped from his eternal soul. What we once were, we shall one day soon find is a dead ball that no longer will roll. Lurking in magic thoughts lies such tales of bright stardust, golden castles and hope. Could be if we follow magical trails we'd lasso the moon if given the rope. If life were jumbo buckets of could be's man could preserve earth, trees and hopeful seas! Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 111 Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 73] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-16-2016 03:28 PM Bright Red Heart Of Sunset Within the bright red heart of sunset, glowing and glowing thus, blasts of fires mold those colors that may stir divine thoughts in us. Shadows ease in as a crimson sun sinks, they grow boldly and silently; between our shielding rapid eye blinks protecting from light seen too directly. Tomorrow may bring another ball of fire, in its steady burn we may see, images of human dreams, lusts and desires and find some of what we truly be. O' red sun why do you not tell us more, we that stand blind and desperately implore? R.J. Lindley Aug.23rd, 1977 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 74] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-19-2016 06:44 AM Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint, about a wild man that was never a saint. A life that raced into darkness in such haste, never seeing the coming misery and waste! There were hills of thrills to happily scale never thinking of either heaven or hell. I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands while dancing to music of rock n roll bands! O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet and every day a challenge to have a blast. Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet reality of my faded memories shall not last. Time has a way of it delivering its great hits. We that live to see it find it to be the pits! Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015 Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's... You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 75] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-25-2016 09:35 PM Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat That fear was always darkness in disguise A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging. Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging. I played the safe notes in my lone retreat Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul. Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat, With that coward's safety as my main goal! That fear was always darkness in disguise My life was safe in it being so wild. Living just one lousy day the grand prize Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child! Pray tell? Why show this discovery now? Fear now defeated but I know not how. Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 NOTE: Sonnet on why I was so damn wild as a young man and wanting the world to kill me. I fought it every damn day, fought people too. Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young. You will grow old and face that reality as well.. Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last long blow! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 76] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-26-2016 09:58 AM Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart A tinge of purple rests within my heart Soft touches of a tired old soul. Now pulling mightily on a heavy empty cart Often my world seems to be a lump of coal. I hear thumps of acorns falling down That majestic oak sheds its great seeds. Old age has me feeling like a sad clown Longing to ride yet again, runaway steeds. Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground. Spring will come and out they come so bold And yet again life comes right on around! Nature teaches me that it will be alright. Life and death matches, like day and night! Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016 Note: My muse woke me at 4 am to write this. I told her no but she nagged until I rose to do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her sometimes but then at other times love her to death.. --------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- Same poem now edited to meet the sonnet ten syllable count . I prefer the first version myself. -Tyr Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart Soft touches of a heavy old soul Now pulling on my heavy empty cart Often my world seems to be lumps of coal. I heard thumps of acorns falling on down That majestic oak sheds its little seeds. Old age has me feeling like a sad clown Longing to ride again, runaway steeds. Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground Spring will come and they rise out very bold Yet again life comes right on around! Nature teaches us, all will be alright. Life and death matches just like day and night! Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016 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: Total # Words: 107 Note: repetition of the word "heavy" is intentional and used for effect, both the old soul and its life's burdens are currently found to be very heavy to bear. Norm be damned says I. Poet's prerogative quite aptly applied. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 77] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-28-2016 08:53 PM Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky Dark colors of oak branches spreading high, beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting. Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky, Nature is contemplating and testing. Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose, Passing days yield to time's eternal ways; Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays. Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges- Instinctively both yield to its power, While embracing primitive deep urges, Race for safe cover in which to cower. Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view Nature moves forward collecting its due! Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 95 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 78] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-30-2016 02:55 PM In A Darkened Attic Room In attic room, one window tightly shut, Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain. Bare as a savage brute's empty hut- Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain. Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;- Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions. Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains, Evil held, births its blackest conclusions; Grown in decay until nothing remains, Yet sad hope is better than none at all. True love waits the bliss it always contains, Treasures gifted, one only has to call. If one ray of love's light but filters in Love brings life and its promises again. Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 103 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 79] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-31-2016 03:48 PM Future's Promise Of Hope Stirs In Us All Within epic sea of man's greatest quest deep mourning crying for love ones now dead. Amidst usual pains laid on each head, cometh dark trials of the severest test. Future's promise of hope stirs in us all with stronger courage to race in life's train. Precious, sweetest memories we recall, brilliantly stored within each clever brain. Should we obey an eternal request heed its solemn and very wise advice. Trusting truth that good is always the best, holding faith in our God will then suffice. What of gravest doubts at the journey's end? Pains of deceased family or best friend? Robert J. Lindley, 1-31-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Note: Sonnet writing is my new therapy . As I find it occupies my mind, brings joy and may even serve to help others! At least, thats my wish.. This one addresses doubts even in the midst of an acknowledged strong faith... In this write, I challenged myself to write this hitting my "perfect 100 words" per sonnet goal. Succeeded in my first draft. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 80] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-03-2016 10:58 PM Earth Will Be Inherited By The Meek Chiseled stones her castle walls did confine bars on windows let in a light breeze. Daylight shown as one bright desirous line, she imagined freedom outside with ease. Many years had passed since her king had died she thought often of their sweetest, young days. How falsely accused, his vassals had lied about deep treason and his evil ways. Now alone, a queen with no royal crown expecting her own quick death every week. Happily she laughed, smiled and wore no frown, earth will be inherited by the meek. One sad morn he came in with his sharp blade Ending that faithful life her god had made! Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 R.J. Lindley Oct. 23rd 1986 Note: Written from a dream, I saw that beautiful face , no tears but she smiled and spoke. Told me a secret, life is not what you see but is what your soul longs to hear..... just three words...... three little words.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 81] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-05-2016 10:09 AM " Seek Within Thy Own Merciful Soul's Light" Found this huge box from a far away place, Inside many strange and magical things, Chiseled in stone, words to Amazing Grace Music blaring forth, what Love of Life brings- Deeper down, echoes of historic lights; Great symphonies from our enlightened past, Bright moons illuminating darkest nights- As great shining stars whizzed on by so fast: Joyous cries found my eager willing ears: " Seek within thy own merciful soul's Light" Abandoning grave doubts and shallow fears, Ignore sneering whispered taunts in the night; All happiness rests in Hope, Truth and Love Leave this box, instead look for God above. Robert J. Lindley, 2-05-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 NOTE: An uplifting sonnet , perfect tens, perfect 100 words. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 82] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-06-2016 01:53 AM Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views In forested glen, deep serenity rests take your aching soul there for hours to hide- Away from this hectic world's many tests, Solitude, medicine for this world's ride. Seeking out Nature's pristine wooded views one may find treasure for a wounded heart. Life is so hard, so best you dare to choose a hidden spot to recharge and restart. Remain quiet, listen as the woods speak; as its critters may scurry to and fro. Look behind this curtain, taking that peek, in awe you will see a majestic show! Nature's wonders, man has yet to see all. To free your spirit, just answer its call. Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 83] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-07-2016 11:55 AM Second draft-- Under Slow And Sinking, Pale Half-Moons (Number one, of Debbie's 6/6 challenge) Angel of soft and much wanted touch, she delivers serenity in tow; Can this sunken vessel proclaim as much- agree, lifting pain from my fleeting soul! Will this humble plea strike upon your heart; shall from it, you then gift joyous tunes? Kill my spirit, force another sad start- how under slow and sinking, pale half-moons? My angel of my heart's heated desires; could you ever prepare that blessed meal? By roasting delicately on hot fires- would not your gentle hand my soul then feel? Hearing now this sad and desperate plea, Fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me? Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Third draft--- Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons ( Number One, of Debbie's 6/6 challenge) An angel of soft and wanted touch, she delivers, serenity, in tow; Can this sunken vessel proclaim as much, agreeing lift pain from my fleeting soul! Will this humble plea strike upon your heart, shall acceptance grant gift of joyous song? Chilled my spirit, dreads another false start- corralled beneath a slow sink of half-moons? My angel, my heart, I've have deep desires, could you deny that ever blessed meal by roasting my frailty upon hot fires- would your loved healing hands then my soul feel? Hearing now this saddened desperate plea, Fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me? Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 1ST Note : Perfect tens, perfect 100 words 2ND Note: A new sonnet dedicated to this excerpt-- In Section LXIX of In Memoriam, Tennyson dreams an allegorical angel who may or may not be the transformed Arthur Hallam: I found an angel of the night;? The voice was low, the look was bright;? He look’d upon my crown and smiled:?? He reach’d the glory of a hand,? That seem’d to touch it into leaf:? The voice was not the voice of grief,? The words were hard to understand ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First draft---- Hearts In Shadows Now Keeping Us Apart (Number two, Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge) Lost treasures, are my heart in disrepair. Disrepair of this longing soul's sweet fair. Fair was my life before she sent her pains. Pains, that wrapped my spirit in blackest stains, Stains so dark, our world plunged in decline, Decline blasted our love that was so fine- Fine cuts slashing into my bleeding streams, streams flowing into evil horrid dreams. Dreams hold my future in falling decrees, decrees forcing my last desperate pleas. Pleas of this breaking heart in its last throes, throes of lost love in hard, grief hitting blows. Life once was truth beating in our twin hearts, heart shadows now tearing us into parts. Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016 Form- Chain sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First draft Poem number three, Sonnet Acrostic Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge Love Is Too Blind L anguishing in this sad torturing state O nly my mind to rip me into shreds. V acant of hope, she warned it was too late E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds. I nflicting the misery my heart needs, S he left me with only this one sad choice. T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds, O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice. O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend, B e my angel, return life back to me! L augh and dance, do it all over again I n that new paradise, we have that key. N othing to lose and everything to gain, D eliver my relief from this great pain. Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016 Acrostic sonnet(tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 109 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flowers Adorning Deep Prairie Sunsets ( Number four, Debbie's 6/6 challenge ) Heard morning dove in her opening song, she flew onto a weeping willow branch. Somehow feeling in Nature I belong, blessed was I, working that cattle ranch. There are mighty hills resting far out West, such Titans grace bluest western skies. Here Nature, earth, and sky present their best, giving true answers to how, when and why's. No stranger to Nature's great scenic views, I find western lands match any and all. Life in this vast land one pays heavy dues, yet can readily answer Nature's call. Flowers adorning deep prairie sunsets, colors in rainbow hues, good as it gets! Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Note : Perfect tens, perfect 100 words New number four, Debbie'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE Lets Heal Our Hearts With Love Anew (Echo Sonnet) Darling, please heal again this broken heart, Once our hands sought each other's soft touch; our nights found that no dancing was too much? Always you and I from that kissing start. Can we find sweet true love and never part? Fly upon white snow covered mountain tops; move heaven and earth, pray it never stops! Always you and I from that kissing start. Next consult our love's astrology chart? Discover new moans in our night's hot bed; forgetting misery pains in our heads. Always you and I from that kissing start. Darling, please heal again this broken heart Always you and I from that kissing start. Robert J. Lindley, 2 -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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 SONNET FORM #4 Echo Sonnet a*bbA accA addA a*A. a*, a and A lines all rhyme and a* and A lines are the repeating lines --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First draft- Number 5 of Debbies 6/6/6 challenge Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise. Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize. Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast, armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies. If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast, of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies. Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures, one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts. Sacrifices offered in painful measures, one may win the prize but others think us nuts! Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse. Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course! Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016 Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11). Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 111 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 84] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-10-2016 01:45 AM Birds Sing To Morning Sun Shining Today Listening to birds sing to the morn sun, brightens my day in magnificent ways. Spring and its fine songs can not be outdone, I rush to meet it with no long delays. In the distance, that great bright ball rises, bringing in warm and early cheerful rays. Each morn in turn presents new surprises, with fish flopping in the deep wooded bays. Views into Nature's beauty unsurpassed, are as sweet as grapes growing on the vine. Giving blessings for life often harassed, one can see its origins are divine. Birds sing to morning sun shining today, entice this lad to race outside to play. R.J. Lindley April 11th, 1970 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 104 Note(old)- Today I skipped school, going fishing after breakfast. Hope those babies are biting good, cause this country boy is hungry. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 85] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-10-2016 09:54 PM Where Summer's End Meets Autumn's Cooler Sky Where summer's end meets Autumn's cooler sky, colors begin to change into beautiful hues. Journeying birds quack as southward they fly, winging in flocks or else pairing in two's. Autumn's brief spell has its greatest rewards, rainbow colors fall from preparing trees. We know cold blasting winds are in the cards, when we feel shivers in our shaking knees. Sadness leaps in as colors drain away, flowing waters lose their bubbling sounds. Farmers fields are covered with bales of hay, we imagine landing on one of those mounds. Solace may be, thoughts of white winter snows, and fireplace logs warming our frozen toes! Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2016 Sonnet-- Long version--first draft. ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- Second draft, meets perfect ten syllable count and perfect one hundred words. Where Summer's End Meets Autumn's Cooler Sky Where summer's end meets Autumn's cooler sky, colors change into bright, beautiful hues. Journeying birds quack as southward they fly, winging in flocks or else pairing in two's. Autumn's briefest spell has greater rewards, rainbow colors fall from preparing trees. We know cold blasting winds are in the cards, when we feel shivers in our shaking knees. Sadness leaps in as colors drain away, flowing waters lose their soft, bubbling sounds. Farmers fields are covered with bales of hay, we imagine landing on those tall mounds. Solace may be, thinking white winter snows, and fireplace logs warming our frozen toes! Robert J. Lindley, 2 -10-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 86] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-11-2016 10:37 AM While Beaten And Wallowing In Pity While beaten and wallowing in pity, beauty's greatest vision appeared to me. Cold and alone in this nasty city, all is pavement with not even a tree. She walked over by my aching side. Her voice, sweet music far beyond compare, touch, the calm feel of a gentle tide. That smile gracing beautiful eyes and hair. Suddenly joy returned to a dead man, life sprang back and gave magnificent hope. The future now has in its happy plan, cowboy returned with horse, gun and strong rope! Her kindness destroying a tragic black. Her first lingering kiss brought my soul back! Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Note: Sonnet perfect tens, perfect hundred words. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 87] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-12-2016 08:57 PM The Vision, The Magic Hour Again the hour strikes magnificently, when she arrives in her soft, golden gown; with grace in her charms that are presently, all the talk in this sleepy little town. We of the hard farming and country life, find her a princess giving precious hope, with relief from this weariness and strife, gifting brightest dreams in cinema-scope. Should she start dancing again in our hearts, time would then grant us happiness anew. For this angel brings magic to these parts, inspiring in each, soft love overdue. Alas! The hour strikes its departing blow! She the vision, sings sweetly as she goes. Robert J. Lindley, 2 -12-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 88] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2016 12:14 AM Lets Heal Our Hearts With Love Anew (Echo Sonnet) Darling, please heal again this broken heart, Once our hands sought each other's soft touch; our nights found that no dancing was too much? Always you and I from that kissing start. Can we find sweet true love and never part? Fly upon white snow covered mountain tops; move heaven and earth, pray it never stops! Always you and I from that kissing start. Next consult our love's astrology chart? Discover new moans in our night's hot bed; forgetting misery pains in our heads. Always you and I from that kissing start. Darling, please heal again this broken heart Always you and I from that kissing start. Robert J. Lindley, 2 -15-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 Echo Sonnet a*bbA accA addA a*A. a*, a and A lines all rhyme and a* and A lines are the repeating lines Form created by Jeff Green is based on the Kyrielle sonnet, like the Kyrielle sonnet it has 3 quatrains and a couplet all ending with the same line. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 89] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-17-2016 05:49 PM In Our Vanity We Think Ourselves Above That Far above, this hectic and mysterious life, are those magnificent clouds and God's deep blue sky. Although our chances for sweet happiness are rife, we often see not, thus hardly ever ask why. Within that vicious circle we plod right along, victimized by our own armored and blinded minds And if we by chance hear any heavenly song, far to often we ignore such wonderful finds. Signs within Nature give us such abundant clues. In our vanity we think ourselves above that. In our abundant ignorance we pay steep dues and foolishly think greater wealth is where its at! Far below, our hectic and mysterious lives, we often crawl forth cutting our throats with sharp knives! Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016 Form- Sonnet written in 12 syllable verses instead of the usual ten syllable verses. 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: Total # Words: 116 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 90] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-18-2016 12:21 PM God And Nature Are Foundations In Each Soul ( Sestina Sonnet) (Number 5) God and Nature give me such sweet release, as both seep quite deeply into my soul. Joined in this melding we race on carefree and we in our wisdom dance two by two. My life now consists of love of we two, holding the joys in being so carefree. Days and nights bring on our hottest release, together build stronger each longing soul. Nature and God live in a seeking soul, creating scenarios for release. Bathed in true light, they create sets of two, with beloved brought pairs that are carefree. God and Nature are foundations in each soul. Man's quest should be to find divine release. Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2016 Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge Sonnet Form number 5- Sestina Sonnet, non-rhyming Rhyme pattern, A.B.C.D D.C.A.B B.A.D.C CB DA Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 91] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-19-2016 10:48 AM Nature's Wonders Never Seem To Grow Old I saw the beautiful scene in great awe; As sun's last lights beat down red-gold; Such was Nature's sweet visual call- Nature's wonders never seem to grow old. Those last few moments set my heart alight, In heaven and earth's soft meeting fold. Such scenic views appearing just before night- Insure Nature's gifts never grow too old. The night's stars came to glorify the trees; Another gift that heaven sent, I am told; Where heaven and earth both use beauty's keys- Nature's wonders never seem to grow old. The joys of Nature's wonders never grow old. On that beauty and blessing I am dearly sold! Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2016 Sonnet, echo and shadow.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 92] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2016 11:40 AM Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow Upon misty morn's fading glow, Fly fairies on silver wing, Darting with fantasies in tow And all the joy such may bring. Above their heads sun awaits, Its time to shine down anew, If seen, man then contemplates Depths of this mystical clue. As the dancing wings depart, One may ponder myriad of fates, Sadness beating within each heart longings of day's opening gates. Upon last flash time cries out, This is what life is all about. R.J. Lindley April 16th, 1973 Sonnet. ----------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Second version Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow Upon misty morn's fading glow, Flies fairies on silver wing, Flying with fantasies in tow And sweet joy such may bring. Above their heads sun awaits, Its his time to shine anew, If seen by man he contemplates Depths of that mystical clue. As their dancing wings depart, One ponders a myriad of fates, Sadness beating within each heart longings of day's opening gates. Upon last flash time cries out, woe to he simply waiting on me! Living is what life is all about. Taking chances is living free- May use as a collaboration half. ----------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- Third draft--will use in collaboration poem with Keith Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow Upon misty morning's fast fading glow, dance fairies on glittering silver wings. Flying with fantasies flowing in tow And sweetest joy such dancing often brings. Above their heads the rising sun awaits, its morning sun's time for shining anew. If fairies are seen, man then contemplates, dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue. As dancing wings fast flutter to depart, one ponders glistened myriads of fate. Sadness beating in dreams of every heart, with embellished scenes of day's opened gates. Upon that vanishing flash time cries out, woe to he that simply waits upon me! Free living is what life is all about. Life taking dire chances is living free- 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 # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 93] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2016 04:49 PM First draft -6/6/6 challenge, last poem number 6.-Tyr Shown A Sweet Wonder Rarely Ever Known Fair forest glow, transcends earthly compare; Masked veils waiting to be sincerely asked; Why hide thee below a bright and blue sky, When your beauty is earth's covering skin? Shall not your greatness also teach man how, To live and gather up happiness due? We have seen wondrous face of ancient tree, Stands of black forest within German lands; Tokens of dark history now broken- On a relic of blood-sacrificing stone; Rests traces of previous savage guests Revealed now from a darkness once concealed Yet in same stand of timber you may get Shown a sweet wonder rarely ever known. Robert J. Lindley 2-20-2016 Not necessary but still written in- Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft) SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style. The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as the words are identical or homophonic words or their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot (if original form does) Iambic pentameter is not necessary. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- SECOND DRAFT Known Now, A Hidden Sweet Wonder Rarely Known Green forest glowings transcends earthly green. Masked veils waiting to be wisely unmasked. Why hide the answer after asking why? Would a forest's skin be only bark wood? Can not earth's Nature also prove man can; live in peace and do right by letting live. Finding old trees joyous in the finding. Many jewels found where runes are many. Tokens of darkness just ancient tokens. On blood-sacrificing stones, red stains still on. Hope for greater insight against lost hope; revealed in wood old savagery revealed. Yet old timber growths you may still find yet Unknown miracles crying to be known. Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2016 Not necessary but still written in- Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft) SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style. The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as the words are identical or homophonic words or their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot (if original form does) Iambic pentameter is not necessary. Writing this in ten syllable verses made it ten times more difficult, doubled again by hitting that perfect 100 words. Both were not required in the Shadow form but I enjoyed adding that greater challenge. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 94] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-21-2016 09:24 PM Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords Saddened with their agony and deep pain, the black of nights slowly passed on away: Purple hearts can never ever explain, war's dark, needless battle deaths anyway! Dear sweet memories soothe a wounded mind thus bringing much needed relief to bear. Twilight's brings on another sad hurt kind, stripping shattered souls so completely bare. Darkness and misery grinds the brave stone, where hope hides in such strange shadowy fjords. Lives wasted, brave people forever gone, cut down by deeds of history's warlords! Heaven will judge right those souls forced to die! Hell will burn warlords, we need not ask why? Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2015 Sonnet: Perfect tens 100 words.. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 95] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-22-2016 09:52 AM Your Romantic Lights It Can Not Replace Full moon beaming down so brightly tonight Your dancing light did not seem quite the same Glorious moon, you are a lovely sight With love interlaced in your yellow flame! Watching you shining and sharing such gifts Lovers feel your magnificent powers Beautiful calming sky that so uplifts Gazing in stuttering awe these sweet hours! As dawn rushes up to your light erase We feeling sadness in hearts wanting more For while missing you and your smiling face We ask, you travel to what distant shore? Sun is wonderful with hot burning face Your romantic lights it can not replace! R.J. Lindley June 20th, 1973 Sonnet: Perfect tens perfect 100 words 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 96] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-25-2016 02:46 PM Lost, At A Most High Cost I will not become that image in your head Nor will I seek to change sincere heart in me. Alas! Not even if I find you are dead, and my heart's repentance was your last sad plea! You never knew the spirit within a man, one that refused to damage his soul for thee. Nay! You dare to ask more that I ever can, give up and yet still live a life that is free! We last spoke, you asked even more of my soul. Your hateful words rang like a loud clanging bell. True! They cut deeply and took a heavy toll. Yet my refusal saved me from living hell. You casted away our deep joy and sweet dreams. I paid that price, rejecting your selfish schemes! R.J. Lindley July 17th, 1976 Note: Old poem edited to meet eleven syllable count as meeting the ten syllable count was just too damn restrictive for my tastes.. 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: Total # Words: 128 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 97] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-26-2016 10:01 AM Why Hit Us With Nature's Best The hot sun falls in its allotted place allowing dark world rising , us to meet. Alas! We beasts of the sad human race, run forth seeking all by the way we cheat! Although given sweet earth and freshest air, we scramble for much more in our sad greed. And what of our Fate, should we even care? Or dare in desperate prayer to plead? Sunsets show us things end and start again, complete with new hope of the rising dawn. Can we find promise that it may explain, dew shining on a green, freshly mowed lawn? Ah, you ask, why hit us with Nature's best? Because if seen clear, it proves all the rest! Robert J. Lindley, 2-26- 2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 115 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 98] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-27-2016 04:45 PM Hot Hell, No Place For The Weak Last time I went there, hot hell was waiting, in sinful crevices just past burning flames. There was fleshly lust there and just baiting, we dumb enough to join in its black games! High rose leaping flames as wicked laughs roared, and shadows edged much closer to steal all. Great thrills in pleasures, nobody was bored, one could hear, sweetest sirens as they call! That feeling of great power as one fell, into a hole dark, dank and very deep. No retreat, no help, just pain in black hell, later ever lasting torment in sleep! Wake bleeding, wallowing in broken glass. Amidst other victims crying in mass! R.J. Lindley Aug 9th, 1982 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 Note: Minor editing to meet syllable count and to remove two curse words. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 99] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-29-2016 12:59 AM Night The Raging Beast Met Its Match Darkened night winds came blasting forth,it found, sky ripped and stars falling right on down. Earth shaking as each hit the cold hard ground, truly lively night that night in small town. Wicked roar as one wild beast dared to roam, with thrills on its mind and hell raising too. No care for peace, quiet and a safe home, it drank and thought crashing wild hell was due. That was well before it met its night's match, a vixen set to turn beast upside down. Her sexy looks to the beast a prize catch, yet her chains soon turned him into a clown. Story of how beauty met savage beast. Upon his weaker bones she did then feast! R.J. Lindley May 23rd 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 118 Note: An old sonnet based upon real life experience of a friend of mine. No, not about me... lol -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 100] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-29-2016 03:07 PM Fate, Imagination and Dreams Failing in life, there can be but one thought self contempt for roads not rightly chosen. What of Fate's power that can not be bought? Life is a stream seldom ever frozen. To each fish its a world of contentment, racing maze filled with all that is needed. No past bringing on dark, self resentment, we can change fate if wisdom is heeded. We are not mere fish so easily led, instead we are walking, talking creatures. Striving to maintain dreams in each clear head, imagination one of our features. Could fierce spirit ever bear such deep cut, as pleasures whose doors were so soundly shut? Robert J. Lindley, 2-29-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 Note: Can our Fate be changed by any of us? Or is it a sealed deal from birth to the day we die? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 101] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-02-2016 01:10 PM Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost As mind ponders on life and its brief span- Only a gasp in the great fog of time; Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man Often in darkness, void of any rhyme. Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight; So, so short those pleasures may often be ; Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight, Eternally yearns to be truly free. Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought- Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace, Too often ignored, favoring those bought, Scoundrels hell will have and never release! Rejection of truth has its steepest costs: Where man walks blindly crying all is lost. Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 109 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 102] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-07-2016 10:31 AM Ye May Find Righteous Ardency's Delight You my love, shall glide within the soft wind Along streams, forests and high mountain tops. Over stone cliffs, down rivers with no end, Seeing the all of Nature's finest crops. Each season shall open its arms to thee, Giving of Nature and Earth's ripened fruits. Across night's Heaven and its massive sea, Ye shall see all from mankind's human roots. Where ever light shall shine its blessed glow Ye may find righteous ardency's delight. For your spirit shall always my love know Your love is everything in my love's sight. Where the moon casts its passion giving beams Our love flows gently in romantic streams! Robert J. Lindley , 3-07-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 103] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-08-2016 09:25 PM The Winds That Blustering Blow The winds that blustering blow Leave silence by the way; Far-off cascades of crystal snow Have burning things to say. The music of one memory Stills all the battle-storm, And in the bitter winter woods The gray deer nestles warm. In this Nature's wooded maze serenity holds gentle sway; Winter gales leave icy glaze were woods meet lakeside bay. As cold winds creatively blow, Nature puts on yet another show. Robert J. Lindley, 3- 08-2016 Sonnet mixed syllable count, not in ten syllables. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 104] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-09-2016 12:48 AM Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint, about a wild man that was never a saint. A life that raced into darkness in such haste, never seeing the coming misery and waste! There were hills of thrills to happily scale never thinking of either heaven or hell. I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands while dancing to music of rock n roll bands! O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet and every day a challenge to have a blast. Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet reality of my faded memories shall not last. Time has a way of it delivering its great hits. We that live to see it find it to be the pits! Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2015 Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's... You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 105] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-09-2016 10:20 PM Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon He saw in himself, door into the dark. An empty house with wicked black windows. Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark, lightning caged there for use by brave heroes. Death, that odd illusion he did deny, why give it power and leeway too soon? Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie, angry shots at the bright howling new moon. Had he traveled on after others died? Invincible to the pain of death's bite, immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied. Blind in misery, never wanting sight! He saw himself, a man with no real home. A shadow destined this bleak world to roam. Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 106] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-13-2016 11:18 AM Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land A cross the midnight divide in a shroud, this soul sails upon glistening gold wings. There with vanity, what pride allowed, my seeking heart wanders and sings. Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts where green forests wrap the desirous land. To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts for I move with the animal band. Along the nearest flowing river's banks each morn I rise giving eternal praise. There, I give my Native American thanks, in escape from dark cities wretched haze! Across that deep divide my spirit dwells, no longer enduring man's living hells. Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2016 Sonnet, for a single contest as I no longer try to do the many contests. I now avoid the contest sponsors that are using a personal, preset, favoritism list to place the top ten places. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Revised- final version Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land Across the midnight divide in a shroud, this soul sails upon glistening gold wings. There with vanity and what pride allowed, my seeking heart wanders along and sings. Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts where green forests wrap the desirous land. To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts for I move on with the animal band. Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks each morn I rise to give eternal praise. Give this, my Native American thanks, escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze! Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells, no longer enduring man's living hells. Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 107] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-15-2016 02:22 PM Evil Speaks In Dark Voices To Gift Fear I heard a cry that bellowed, run away "For here your life will be badly broken". Longing for greater adventure that day I thought an unknown road best be taken. Yet once there that voice cried loud out again. " You must not tarry, this land is cursed". Thinking the worst if I dare to remain, I raced back into that hell in reverse! Yet again, that same loud darker voice cried, " Leave now or else here you will surely die". I realized now that voice always lied, returned I home, to yet again retry. Evil speaks in dark voices to gift fear. Always best to question such and steer clear. Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 108] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-15-2016 10:58 PM By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures Pain and sorrow I need never borrow, for Fate too often looks darkly my way. I live today, knowing worse tomorrow, may find me enduring a dreaded day. Sun may rise but my lot crashes deeper, as calamity grabs at my hurt soul. If worse, I just may become a weeper, and blackness reap its darkest, scary toll. Pain and sorrow, I need no such bad friends. This life may yet bring me far more treasures, with sweet fruitful years before it dare ends. By this hope, my spirit often measures! Sun may rise, granting me sunshine so sweet, my heart sings out in joy, not in defeat! Robert J. Lindley, 3-15 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 108 Note: Back half of our home flooded Friday, from ten inches of rain in less that a day. Four days of ripping out , cleaning and now drying. No use in crying. So I write a sonnet to mark this day and a better future that my life may find.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 109] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-18-2016 08:40 AM Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time New dawn and I read that great epic book, Simple verses of life and its clear tolls. Reading one can clearly see what it took, Faith, understanding and setting firm goals. Seeking anew, a better life sublime, Listening to words written by a sage. Each day's travels just an echo of time, Finding wisdom to live in this black age! Walking along a bad path, life's dark share, Hides a quiet spot that soothes man's sad soul. If found, it gifts so much and life seems fair, Sailing forth, life's ship on a gentle roll. Even in deep waves of wild, stormy seas, One stands tall, not fallen on bended knees! Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 110] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-18-2016 03:33 PM Hobo Walking Past Our House He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes, a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about. Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues, smiling alligator with a toothless snout. Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's, angry at not having what he left behind; an old man, one of those queer little fellows with nothing about him speaking as refined. A frown formed upon his dark, withering face, as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low. Started again, he walked at a limp pace, leaving questions, answers nobody can know. Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals. Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals. R.J. Lindley SEPT.22ND 1976 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: Total # Words: 111 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 111] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-20-2016 08:15 AM O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair, Lively in sewers of forbidden thought, Gambling in darkness for a wasted share, Content with errors so easily bought. What of the world's sweeter admirations? Or family's great clear and glowing praise? Shall one thus live for selfish sensations, With no need for truth that spirit will raise? Yet life may still gift other shining gold, As one walks its great mysterious paths. In adventure one must be bravely bold, without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths! O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek. Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek. Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 102 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 112] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-22-2016 06:16 AM How Fine Life Is To Man, When His Crops Are All Green Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines. Green the grass grew, great fodder for all of mankind, How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find. Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope. Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail, Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell. With that thought, I can find another gentle peace! Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene. How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green. Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul. He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role. With that thought, I can find another sweet release! Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016 My new sonnet form. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 113] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-23-2016 08:53 PM What Nature Gives Us Each Day What Nature gives us each day Beauty wrapped in glowing green Not joy simply tossed away Duty ours, to love each scene Those tree shadows at high noon Resting under such wide shade Rose loving effect found soon Blessings are thus Nature made What spirit can not there find Night and its stars do bequeath Got the heart and gentle mind Right here,living underneath What life can with eyes thus find Scenes gifting beauty in kind Robert J. Lindley, 3-23-2016 Syllables Per Line: 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 0 7 7 Total # Syllables: 98 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 77 *Rosina Sonnet*, created by Peter Duggan Fourteen lines each line count syllables seven Rhymes both beginning and end with this rhyming theme ababcdcdefefgg Subject Optional NOTE: As promised. No easy task to write this form but well worth the effort if successfully completed. Thanks Peter for this challenge. I also went for and hit the 77 word mark(not required). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 114] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-24-2016 08:41 AM Were It So, Great Mysteries We'd Surely Miss Life flows through this world on a spree Like some massive beast on a ripping romp Good times and bad times, it so often sees Even ending as the might of Fate does stomp! Across land and seas, fruitful crops grow Majestic beauty Nature sends its greens Our world forever onward it goes and goes We are not truly in charge by any means! When wind, storm and rain beats our souls Hope rests and rides in the world to give Although we may cry at such saddened tolls We manage to carry on and happily live! Our distant trek may not be all pure bliss Were it so, great mysteries we'd surely miss! Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2016 Sonnet, on life , the world and Fate's paths.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 115] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-26-2016 09:47 PM Beasts, That Plunder For Profit And Sport Men are beasts of water, earth and the soils prone to war just to gather the rich spoils. Dark, greedy for charms of opposite sex hungry in appetite like a T-Rex. Not realizing that which they so crave can never be taken past coming grave. Failure in flesh and bone, are doomed to rot ever longing for that which they have not! Stop, think and think well of the life you live take less, seek more to generously give. Can not take with you , even if you try be blessed, give kindly before you die. Man-beasts of water, earth and denials, dark walkers that light of truth so reviles. Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 Note- As fallen creatures we are hardly more than beasts. Exception is, we are beasts with a holy inheritance, if we only accept it.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 116] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-27-2016 10:02 AM My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon And smash its power into fading dust. My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned, My heart shall not fade in crying red rust! Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul. Those years have all vanished into the dark, Where raging waters drown love in its roll Madness of your hate shows to be so stark! I still long for that soft gentle touch With the press of those sexy luscious lips. This heart cries deep, in loving you so much Despite cut of claws on your fingertips! I can never change pains of fate and time. Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme! R.J. Lindley Sept 23rd, 1976 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 116 Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read only after I depart this existence.----- -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 117] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-28-2016 09:28 PM Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars As I count my blessings among bright stars hope and love echo to me like loud blasts. Gave up wild life, living in the bars, were nothing thats good or bad ever lasts! Sad morns waking, a stranger in my bed nights enjoyed, now shallow memories gone. Could I have walked better path instead, been enticed to have walked all alone? My mind wanders back to wild days of youth, days and nights of sweet pleasure then unbound. Can we ever know if lost time is truth or mystery sent to our lives confound? As I count my blessings among bright stars Some of them even came from wicked scars! R.J. Lindley May 9th, 1991 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 118] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-29-2016 10:41 AM Your Face Glowed Like Brightest Of Rose Flowers In that past life you were the only one, sweetest filling in my first apple pie. Now time cries out loud, we are both undone our broken tears fall like rains from the sky. Weep not fair maiden, life gives and it takes, for its shadows have sad echoes ringing. Mourn ye not so, for dearest heaven's sakes, tomorrow life will gift dances and singing. Midnight, you swore eternity was ours, yet Fate that wretched beast has final say. Your face glowed like brightest of rose flowers Rejoice in those treasures, we had our day! In hidden paths, we may yet meet again. Not as star-crossed lovers but as lost friends! R.J. Lindley Aug.18th 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 119] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2016 02:43 PM Nature And The White Speckled Fawn White speckled fawn lying in the dense reeds, Nature takes greatest care of its own best. Unlike man and his vicious wicked deeds, Nature holds life with results not requests. Baby hummingbird, so fragile and small, hidden in a well made and clever nest. Speed and beauty in flight as I recall so unlike the flies that this earth infest. Cute pups, barking for much more mother's milk spotted light red, white and darkest of browns. So lovely, soft like the best flowing silk, bringing sweet happy smiles, never sad frowns. Nature shares with us all, giving each birth. Yet humans often overlook their true worth! R.J. Lindley March 14th, 1994 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 Note- Written for my daughter KaShaundra in 1994, age 5... now she is grown and married with two beautiful sons Caleb and Ty... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 120] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-01-2016 04:22 AM Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release Darkness, the wicked devil so well uses Farewell to the muse, she went on vacation She walks in beauty, yet her love abuses So we'll go no more a-roving, in elation The destruction of Sennacherib, gone Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Thy days are done, bleached as whitest bone When we two parted, I lost my damn head Where the bee sucks, time renews in sweet birth Who is it that says most, which can say more Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor From fairest creatures we desire increase, Now the hungry lion roars for release! Maragu Mo and Robert J. Lindley 4-01-2016 ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- A Marugu Mo blog poem, added to by Robert J. Lindley Marugu MO's Blog BYRONS TITLES- ALMOST LIKE A POEM Blog Posted:3/31/2016 1:45:00 AM Lord Byron wrote the following poems, The titles almost read like a poem: (And I dont think his muse was Sennacherib :)) Darkness, Farewell to the muse She walks in beauty, So we'll go no more a-roving, The destruction of Sennacherib, Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Thy days are done, When we two parted 1. Darkness, 2. Farewell to the muse 3. She walks in beauty, 4. So we'll go no more a-roving, 5. The destruction of Sennacherib, 6. Thou whose spell can raise the dead, 7. Thy days are done, 8. When we two parted From Shakespeare's Titles- My ending 6 verses... 1. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 2. Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 3. Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 4. Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 5. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 6. Now The Hungry Lion Roars -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 121] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-02-2016 04:34 AM Removed, error in posting.... placed in the wrong thread. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 122] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-02-2016 05:32 AM Farm Chores, They Sure Aren't A Glowing Parade Brutal cold cuts into young tender skin, winter arrives with its hard cold and more. No time to complain- NOT IF we are men, farm child, time to wake, do the daily chores! Up before the sun makes it first day's peep into savage cold, hard cold, to morn's work. Cutting blasts, such bitter cold one could weep, we had best get it done, no time to shirk. Chills eat into hungry brain this day, no breakfast, working until cold-sun fades. Why gripe, matters not whatever I say, farm chores, they sure aren't a glowing parade! Brutal cold cuts young tender skin this morn. Such pain, methinks better not to be born! R.J. Lindley December 12th, 1965 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 112 Note: From my private journals. My oldest surviving poem (a sonnet), written at age eleven. And based upon my life on the farm and the very trying hard times we lived and survived. Edited slightly before posting to meet the uniformed ten syllable count. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 123] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-03-2016 10:50 AM I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me My life now so far away in the past resting back in that glowing red sunset; in lost memories where dreams always last wishing for lost time, I can never get. As fading shadows dance in bonfire's glow I recall mockingbirds singing to me; precious gifts such memory plants to sow so like seeds dropping from big red-oak tree. My eyes filled with falling tears, my soul sees far beyond, well past my mind's window sills; Green forests in my life with their lost trees resting back there, lasting memory hills. As my life now sends me yearning anew, images parading forth, treasures so true! Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 105 Note: I had to visit my favorite woods yesterday, this came to me this fine morn, a sonnet...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 124] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-06-2016 07:32 PM I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow, young lad of hopes and meandering streams. I long for relief now not tomorrow, or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams. My goblet of pain it over floweth, into forests of low hanging black fruits. There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth, on this soul with misery in its roots. I force my drink, dark poison to swallow, cherished within eye of this bitter storm. Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow, darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm. Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire. Lost am I, in hell's burning fire. R.J. Lindley May 17th 1977 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: Total # Words: 105 Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL. edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 125] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-09-2016 07:16 AM With Calm Repose I Ponder Earth And Sky There in hidden den of sweet solitude, With calm repose I ponder earth and sky. Depths of human weakness- my attitude, those fleeting wisps of racing Time flown by. I hold this, my sweet spot as my haven, wooded seas and imagined paradise. Serenity found, tis' not stone graven yet Nature's wonders give greater advice. All about, wicked world mixed as it turned changing people into sad, selfish beasts. Greed, people cry out for more than is earned as darkness eats its many rotten feasts. Brutal naked truth can, if its found yield, happiness is- an unplowed, fertile field. Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2016 Sonnet on Life, Nature, Solitude and man's great need to see his true place in the world.. 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: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 126] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-09-2016 09:58 AM If A Poet, I Found I Could Never Be If a poet, found myself not to be, would vivid colors lose their awesome splash. Could life race ever on and live for me or my soul die, rhymes in my head then crash? If invading words I never dared loose, stayed hidden within this lonesome, old cave. Would I find world's mysteries more abstruse, spirit thus devoid of writing I crave? If words no longer soothed this needing soul, could depths of love in verse for me exist. If my life were lived as an empty scroll shall it fade as Autumn morn's foggy mist? If a true poet, could I never be, this sad heart would be a dead and dried sea. Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2016 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: Total # Words: 114 Note: Thanks Richard Lamoreux, your thoughtful comment on my new poem, posted this morn , "With Calm Repose I Ponder Earth And Sky", inspired me to write another poem (the above one) this morn...... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 127] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-14-2016 08:39 AM You My Son Shall Venture Forth Without Fear You my son shall wander into vast halls, sit by craggy rocks upon mountain peak. Hear the wisdom in Nature's sweetest calls, wade in deeper where rushing waters speak. Listen to night owls as they softly hoot, see the slow sinking moon sparkle anew. Walk soundly, learning to ride, rope and shoot, sail daringly upon great oceans blue. You my son shall venture forth without fear, face the darkest storm and its mighty blast. Hold out against great pain without a tear, catch fish on each and every thoughtful cast. Yes, you my son, shall do better than I. This my last prayer asks before I die. Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 NOTE- Written 7 years ago(Justin was then two years old)- edited today(shortened) to be a sonnet. Cut out 14 verses and altered the rhyme scheme to match. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 128] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-15-2016 10:25 AM I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes, dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head. Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues, cast jagged stones into his every night's bed. He looking back at all his dear family now gone, his broken soul cried- God release me please. I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone, my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams, hope that another day would great blessings bring. Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams, such that morn's new light made his joy sing As each day brought its bricks and falling stones, Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones. Robert J. Lindley, 4015-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 129] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-17-2016 10:55 AM With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires Our worlds were flying so close, side by side yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain. Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide we victims, blessed in our loving gain. Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun, super nova lit our swelling desires. Our long sweet ride that moment had begun, hot flames lapping in savory fires. Your eyes drew me into another dream your voice angels begged to imitate Each touch, my body burning hot steam nights our senses entered another state. As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss memories thus born, gave our love its shine Your all , put into every blessed kiss And you dear heart forever to be mine. Each morn, sends me into another dream, the sight of your naked body in bed. Always enough to swim there in your stream, paradise floating in my grateful head. Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 200 Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 148 Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016 Written for Teppo's contest.. NOT A SONNET...... WRITTEN TO THIRD SONG. Speak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams, -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 130] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2016 08:40 AM Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam Black death among the shadows did roam deep in solitude its power reigns. Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home and always its appearance brings pains. Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas fate sends its messenger in a black shroud. Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas or women moaning and wailing out loud. Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows. Delivering us from depths of misery and strife, brought by suffering from fear of death's throes. Black death among the shadows does gaily roam Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home. Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016 Note--- INSPIRED BY THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN.. Poems by my friends-- GREAT POETS-- Lin Lane, Peter Duggan and Seeker.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 131] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2016 05:43 PM As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep lives taken by the billions where death is a must. Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep, great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust. I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet. Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat. My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game, cherishing each hour my evil desires are met. Men have called me many great and dastardly names paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet. So few can resist my alluring and dark charms As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms. R.J. Lindley, July 25th 1977 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 169 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 134 (edited today before posting to meet uniform 12 syllable verse count) Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977... Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood races through my veins wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow. In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains' never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know.. New Note-- A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood. That is the night that in my dark rage I emptied a 45 cal revolver into the tv in my bedroom. I can tell you , doing such will near burst your eardrums.. I lived alone at that time and every slug was money well spent as the next day I saw the world in a whole new light. Went right out and found me another girl, one not so crazy and into drugs... :laugh: She lasted over 8 months..we even parted on good terms..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 132] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2016 06:41 AM In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold Where does man heal his tired soul when old, in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold? Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains, imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains. Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds filled ém with savage cuts in our hard heads! While we danced with world's greatest deceivers in our shallow joys, begged we to be receivers! Now our wicked souls cry for that sweet kindness rare gems we cheerfully tossed away in our blindness. O' how we now beg to be given greater goals such that will never again tarnish our weeping souls. Where do bad men redeem broken spirits when old in prisons brimming with their tears and lost gold? Robert. J. Lindley, 4-23-2016 Note- Finished today, original started in May 1986...( a fragment) Titled -- Dreams and Memories Lost, A Sad Look Back. PARTS 1,2, and 3 This is part one. Parts two and three are both fragments-to be finished before I die-- if my muse leads me to the water to thus drink again.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 133] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2016 07:28 PM Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines In thought, a much needed stitch often saves, future life like seeded cones on green pines. Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more than any that in their shame falsely prays. Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights loves united, dreams sent forth without fear. Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze, as new life and great joy cries let it be. Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone Little help, in being bad to the bone. R.J. Lindley Feb.21st, 1976 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 109 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 134] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-28-2016 07:49 AM Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief. When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound. Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind with love embrace all, forever be kind. Cut deeply fertile soil, look for hope there reject easy life, therein lies a snare. Wisdom comes, to he that prays and then waits bad the counsels, to tempt the darkest Fates. Birds gaily feast on worms deep plows bring forth coldest are winds blasting us from the North. River never sleeps in its winding bed Greedy men, choosing not to give instead. R.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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 135] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-30-2016 08:24 PM Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face When young, so damn foolish in my great pride I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king Looking back, find nothing I want to hide do most of it again, complete the ring. Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face For such times, my soul now so deeply longs without sad heartache, I want to erase. Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark sadness flows in, reminds me of my past I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark the good times flew away far, far too fast. When young, so damn foolish in my great pride My darkness did things I can not abide! Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016 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: 114 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 136] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-02-2016 06:31 PM If Only If only, if only I had written a book of woes pages filled with bloody dark and nasty pains. Life and its miseries certainly kept me on my toes regrets are my sad losses and life's bad stains. If only sooner, my heart had found the right gal sweet as apple pie and chocolate ice cream. An in love, loving lover , not a mad angry pal that stardust one, coming to me in my dream. Past deeds, old sunken ships never to rise down under, in murky waters so very deep. Yet I still miss, the first sparks in her eyes and her beautiful ghostly image in my sleep. Time ran away, my young life could not hold on I feel its great loss in each and every bone! Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016 Written for contest, may even enter it..lol--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 137] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-03-2016 02:00 PM Earth Laced With Spent Cartridges , Blood And Lead (Tribute to the courage of those that died that day defending freedom for all) Under dank moldy soil, red moon overhead lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead No bands playing, no sweet angels singing only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing. Cools winds blow across such sad resting grounds on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds Low moans and raging regrets of battle cries rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies. Sixth of June, sands give up soft waling pleas from beach desert devoid of any trees Earth laced with spent cartridges , blood and lead painful memories, of that wars lost dead. Under dank moldy soil, red moon overhead how we may wish that peace had ruled instead. R.J. Lindley June 7th, 1976 Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul. And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 138] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-03-2016 04:02 PM Had to pound one out today, going from memory of hard times I had in my youth.-Tyr Desert Of Overcast Blues I walked in a desert of overcast blues sandy undertow wicked and laced with red rust. Old , worn-out and sad are my feeble trekking shoes yet onward with flowing tide travel I must. Treading bastions of false hope and scary tales heaped with desperate tales I did so want to hear. Oceans of sweet soothing lies bigger than blue whales and me unable to stop running from my fear. Where scolding shadows cry out my deepest regrets red dust pulling me down into a darkened pit. There hellish madhouse laughs and wins all futile bets cutting into my lost soul with every hard hit. Longing for days, when mere boulders stood in my path. Begging relief from night's cuts of demonic wrath. Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2016 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: 18 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 124 Sonnet, 12 on 12.... For contest ,may even enter it . hehe.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 139] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-04-2016 08:34 AM You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee Clear night sky once told me to yield Hold your horses and be quite still You are but a dot in a dirty brown field Certainly nothing to give others a thrill. Now go lay in a moonlit cave head bowed and heart seeking relief Give thanks for what I gave and seek mercy for you are a thief. You steal my beauty to heart with glee yet return not praise and glory my way Yes, you love deep what you see but fail to ever give me proper pay. What could I say facing such true accusations? I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations. R.J. Lindley Spring, 1971 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 140] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-05-2016 08:34 AM Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed where roses wilt, praying early frost to die Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed your new "friends" gladly providing the lie No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed no solace in showing past pain in new light Was too late once you took on the bad seed turning once bright day into darkest night What of fantastic past joys we had both shared morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared took years to recover from that surprise. Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams. R.J. Lindley, Sept 12th 1976 Sonnet, 11 on 10.... Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 148 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 116 New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt. I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 141] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-06-2016 08:02 AM Night Brings Its Latest And Darkest Chills As Cassia dips to stir the errant muse night brings its latest and darkest chills Nothing to gain , far less this soul to lose now long forsaken the booze and the pills. Midnight hour races into dim lit room chairs rearranged to trick the coming guests Its all laughs and pains cutting this sad gloom each foray, hellish plethora of tests. No words will suffice to clearly convey deep anguish night demonic attacks bring Mere words can never adequately say give me release from these scorpion stings Night brings its latest and darkest chills This sad soul bellows out, run for the hills. R.J. Lindley August 24th 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 104 Note- Long ago, nightmares stalked man, as a cat chases a mouse. Such continues until the "mouse" finds enough courage and light to fight back with.. Light being the key... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 142] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-07-2016 11:00 PM Life And Love Do Not Dance To Just One Band Why search in life for that perfect red rose, other colors splash bold and just as well Smell joy in life with more than just your nose remember that first kiss and never tell. Time is too short for such a daring search, when rare beauty rests at your fingertips Do not rose-red perfection's cast, besmirch just consider other fine sailing ships. On oceans of water, colorful land, love just may be a ship on lonely seas Life and love do not dance to just one band, instead are falling fruits from many trees. Why search in life for that perfect red rose? No shoes, no shirt but sand in between toes! R.J. Lindley, Feb 14th, 1976 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: 112 Note- I was 22 years old when I wrote this. Lots of bad things had yet to happen to me. Not sure I could be that optimistic these 40 years later. Knowledge is often ignored in favor of greed, lust, great beauty and/or haste. A poison flower may be ravishingly beautiful but the poison lethal to the victim.. Such is life, some of us even survived multiple encounters and our own very foolish mistakes. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 143] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-08-2016 09:03 AM Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams. No reprieve save that of graces of Fates, man can not conquer such darkness with schemes. Nature's force so often bent to its will living forests can not be held to blame. Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill make no mistake, evil is not a game. When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts For its nighttime the monster comes to eat chew your skin and spirit until it melts. Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears. Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears? Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 144] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2016 12:42 PM CHALLENGED TO WRITE AT MY POETRY SITE, I DECIDED MY SHORT BREAK IS OVER.. THUS WROTE AND PRESENTED HERE FIRST THIS POEM --MY ANSWER TO MY FRIEND.. A friend, a poet sent me a private message challenging me to write using these ten words, below is his note on the poem he wrote using those ten words - a poem titled- "Unforgettable" Set myself a challenge to write a poem using the ten words below. Please feel free to give it a go. Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye. Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention. Demure: shy and modest Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable. Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal So I banged out this one this morn.....would have been far easier to free verse it but I love sonnets and sonnets are much harder to write...-Tyr My Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams. Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds. Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress. Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss. Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss. Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016 Sonnet- Syllable count mixed, 13/14/15 Syllables Per Line: 14 13 14 15 0 15 15 14 13 0 13 13 14 13 0 14 14 Total # Syllables: 194 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 128 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 145] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-14-2016 09:38 AM Shall We Survive Long Enough To Learn Darkness raced before the storm Engulfing all that stood in its way. So fierce and meaning great harm Where light had lost its sway. Despite new powers of brave men Nature's powers used to destroy. Man perishes just a matter of when Walking in darkness man is just a toy. When storm has passed, sun returns Nature then leaps forth to renew. Thus our admiration it rightly earns if treated well, receives its due. Shall we survive long enough to learn? Light's great healing will always return. R. J. Lindley, Spring, 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 146] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-15-2016 11:11 AM Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn angelic rays melt silver frost away; promising life in each new day when born, flow even if mortal man fails to pray. Angels weep from heavenly perches high, gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes; Life and love applauded with angel sighs, frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes. At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye angels say a prayer for our lost souls; standing guard within each new night skies, despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls. Although angels watch and often they weep, we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep R.J. Lindley, June 27th, 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Note- Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday. Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery. We've been told chances for success are not that good..... Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery.. I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not write now. Thanks... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 147] Author : Russ Date : 05-15-2016 12:46 PM Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn angelic rays melt silver frost away; promising life in each new day when born, flow even if mortal man fails to pray. Angels weep from heavenly perches high, gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes; Life and love applauded with angel sighs, frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes. At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye angels say a prayer for our lost souls; standing guard within each new night skies, despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls. Although angels watch and often they weep, we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep R.J. Lindley, June 27th, 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Note- Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday. Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery. We've been told chances for success are not that good..... Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery.. I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not write now. Thanks... Robert, You and your mom and your family will be in our prayers. Russ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 148] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-18-2016 08:46 PM Where Tongues Cursed We Did Bind We fought the devils in steady spells, and rest between the hammering blows, and with heart's sigh our spirits tells; that black shadows fear now knows. Where tongues cursed we did bind, with sharp thorns driven in deep, they countering back in kind; in short moments we dared to sleep. No dawn came that entire week, just night darkness giving its aid, our doubts we refused to speak; else needed courage would fade. Thus we ourselves did then deceive our souls that doubted what to believe. R.J. Lindley, Oct. 15th 1979 Syllables Per Line: 9 9 8 7 0 7 7 7 8 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 9 Total # Syllables: 108 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 86 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 149] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-20-2016 06:48 PM You Stood There In Shimmering Light, No Shoes In my past dreams, our hearts were both falling in wanting hope, your hot love was calling You stood there in shimmering light, no shoes My soul wanted you, had nothing to lose Now in present happiness I look back at the paradise lost and my heart's lack Then your touch thrilled my aching desires with satisfaction that never expires If in my future should you fade away my hope is we should meet again someday Yet Fate may do just as it damn well please remember me once begging on my knees In my past dreams, seeking hearts were both smashed dear treasures, none shall ever to be cashed. R.J. Lindley, Nov. 22nd, 1976 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: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 150] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-24-2016 07:51 PM Daughters Of Men, Fly Through Clouded Skies Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies inducing rapture in the few that see. So many find and stubbornly deny, awesome beauty of the flowering trees. Looking into a fog, they see with shades mere glimpses of angels that sail in air. Cutting the roaming wind, they flash steel blades in abject blindness without a damn care. Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies ever looking back at hot racing fools. Mortal wealth sits and rots, never love buys such gleaming luster fades from false jewels. From fast flowing darkness life spins on out, echoes of pitiful and useless shouts. R.J. Lindley, May 2nd, 1982 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 151] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-25-2016 09:28 AM Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast interest and feed me not in the least For the hearty joys that future shall give heartens me to strive forever to live Great memories of my family's past flow blessedly with me until the last Into the dark void my soul may soon fly my past good and bad I will not deny Returning often in my long night dreams she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams Memories of loves that took a wrong turn yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns Closer we get, the farther we look back cherish our memories we stay on track Robert Lindley REVISED.. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 152] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-25-2016 03:37 PM This Aching Heart Cracked Like A Weathered Stone This aching heart cracked like a weathered stone fissures though lean muscle and solid bone. There once dwelt love deep and never ending now just faded memories rescinding. There was pure joy in our romantic time like sweetest rhythm in poetic rhyme. Never ending nights cast heavenly spells of truest romance and our planned wedding bells. Now darkness rides me like a broken horse while you are racing forth with no remorse. I miss your soft touch and giving smiles now time has you away a million miles. Decades now and my understanding grown Soul repaired that badly weathered stone. R.J. Lindley, Aug. 22nd, 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 153] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-26-2016 08:40 PM She-Devil She never was one to fight deep depths of anger laced with pain There were darkness some nights and red blotches that made a heavy stain Below was the dreaded empty pit lair to monsters in ravenous need Fear ate her heart but she would not admit her desire to jump on in to feed Black thoughts raced into her longing mind where strong currents were fed There she could walk about naked and blind or defeat the monsters in her head Night leaps forth, her hands grew razor claws she has raw red-meat between her hungry jaws R.J. Lindley Jan 17th 1972 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 154] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-02-2016 11:14 PM Sexiest Legs Ever In Her Short Mini-skirt Sexiest legs ever in her short mini-skirt, new teacher's sexy appeal made we young boys hurt. Sixty-nine and seeing more was a young lad's dream we were all on that dedicated lust-filled team. Three fantastic female teachers, each broke the mold we were still naive young boys at fifteen years old. Our sexual desires were programmed in too deep O' what dreams we had in our fitful sex-crazed sleep! Looking back, our live were eager learning curves then we knowing much but not yet able bodied men. Magical thoughts of passionate nights interludes with those young sexy new teachers, none were old prudes. Our childish little lusting thoughts, trash to be burned. Big changing world too big, so much to be learned. R.J. Lindley, July 13th, 1979 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 180 Total # Lines: 20 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 129 Note-- In 1969, our school had three new teachers, fresh from college hired to teach. Each one was not only drop dead gorgeous but each one dressed sexy and wore short, short mini-skirts a couple days a week. We freshmen, most 15 years old, a few at 16 -all were put into a frenzy and often found it hard to walk to the chalkboard when called to do a math problem.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 155] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-07-2016 10:02 AM Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind? Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart Is this how such treasured and deep love dares to end? Like cast away trash in a street beggar's cart? Did we fail, reaping whatever dark Gods decreed? Penny a ton, garbage flowing into a dump? Nay my love! We both found our lost, bitter seed. Fallen from a well-worn, broken treeless stump! Why did we abandon the blazing heat of our lust? Step into dark regions to satisfy morbid dreams. We are thus decayed, our metal eaten with rust. Joined Fates, destined to be on separate teams! Yet my love, all you had to do was believe in me. We both sharing truth from the same golden tree. R.J. Lindley Sept 16th, 1976 Old Note-- Life carries on, I find solace in wild woods, whiskey and memories....( Sept 16th, 1976 ) New Note-- Hope and Fate have conspired to let me live to see that youthful woes, follies and exciting life sought are the makings of sadness that teach one must no stray too far from the LIGHT! ( 6-07-2016 ). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 156] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-08-2016 09:03 AM Vainly Built Fires Was it best that we demanded far too much? Quiet corner to count our blessed days Or waste away long childish hours and such like still winds whipping across open bays. Finding time, the enemy we all feared We raced along hoping it would not come Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb. Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds Forever, its opposition it yields to that ever growing new crops of seeds. Man seeking eternal fleshly desires, perishes in own vainly built fires. 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: 102 Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 157] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-09-2016 10:30 AM Memory Lost To Honor's Dismay? Life passed into flowing mystical veil his time of love and life a mere storm flash. Fighting in the great war was truly hell duty and honor thus served, not for cash Battles with blood and gore steady nightmares never ending thoughts of his war-lost friends Buried now six, with no more worldly cares Perhaps rejoined with his brave soldier friends. Look back and his bravery thus revealed what may he have said about discord today. A hero, he served and now his fate sealed his memory lost to honor's dismay. Long life has passed into that unknown world he valiant standing with his flag unfurled. Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2016 Note- Sonnet dedicated to a brave man , WW2 AND KOREAN WAR VETERAN I NEVER KNEW. ONLY BY HIS MEDALS DO I SEE A GLIMPSE OF THIS MAN. In that glimpse, I see honor and sacrifice and greatness.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 158] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-09-2016 09:22 PM Wisdom, Found In Looking Back Ages ago, what fish might one have dared caught, with bright rainbow nets and stronger bone hooks. Adventure found , was such too highly bought living so wild- rips more than shown in books! Casting nets to gather more the huge blasts, nights of love and mornings with deep remorse. Nothing-not a damn loved thing ever lasts yet one never knows Fate's wide, hurling course. And such fine fish, spread in such glowing pools, each always ripe to be plucked in due time. Love lost, bitter pain for romantic fools always searching for new land, better clime. What of the deeper pools one never finds saddest regrets, eat old and lonely minds. Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 159] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2016 03:42 PM Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms And where was the light of truth and spirit? Parading forth hot, chariots wheels in fires. The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it its glowing path vanished as it retires. Across earthen sky and mystical realms speeding eagle flies into kingdoms not born. Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms the soul that finds its deep solitude torn. Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed If in a pure giving heart one invests, comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed. Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime man's quest should be more than seeking more time. R.J. Lindley, December 11th, 1977 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 160] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-19-2016 10:22 PM I Fight To Know That My Mind Can Still See I fight to slay dark beasts in broken fields walking in red-fire and burn like Hell What is life that such misery it yields broken souls on pain laden shadow trails. Where fallen- have angels dared fear to tread among the ancient ruins of destroyed hope Nightmares that slow-bleed in warm winter beds so unhappy to be hung with new rope. I fight to write words that sing true and shout of dead fish in currents of poisoned streams Old souls in darkness dancing all about longing again their broken shattered dreams. I fight to know that my mind can still see this sad spirit still screaming deep in me. Robert J. Lindley,6-19-2016 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: 110 Note- Each day another great battle, time laughs at my folly. Echoes bring my heart back again to my youth and ages ago, the world that held so much promise.. Now shadows moan, clouds die and heart walks into a dark closet...... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 161] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-28-2016 10:02 AM Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine Where darkness reigned, mercy found no home Life there is but a blood bath and a game Every mountain , cries out displaying its red dome Every slave walks alone, with one leg lame. The whole is an island with no sun to shine Deserts with wicked thorns and no soothing shade Where vultures await victims on which to dine And every traveler is blinded and easily played. Burning rains, soak into rapid decaying bones fanged monsters hide in every dark cave No lights, no television, computers or phones just false promises greedy fools forever grave. At journey's end, red-hot fire searing away rotten skin exposing evil in hidden darkness in hearts of fallen men Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2016 Note -Written his morn because my muse demanded I return. She has her ways to force me to do her bidding..... I was allowed the luxury to pick the sonnet form but after that very little else.. And I dearly hate when forced to let her do most of the verses with her revisions and LAUGHTER AT MY PREVIOUS FEEBLE EFFORTS.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 162] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2016 04:20 PM Time Runs On Past Every Bend Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease chasing hope and new morn's glowing smile. Flowing along with a sunrise breeze heart stopping awe, every once in a while. Branches overhead wrapped in deep forest green bird songs filling this emerald isle. Sun gracing the screaming sky blue sheen above this leaf carpeted aisle. Hoping time here never dares to end as wanting heart finds its needed glow. Yet find that time runs on past every bend and brings Nature's all, along in tow. Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease spirit flows along with a sunrise breeze. Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 163] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-07-2016 09:12 PM Whiskey Was Burning, Talking In Third Rate Time Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight. Stair steps swirling, waiting so far down below winter was freezing long before this hellish snow. Midnight has caught me frozen near half to death her cries were icy and pain in her every breath. Moon bellowed forth, stick it, twist it in deep dagger needs its blood before this night's sleep. Whiskey was burning, talking in third rate time my soul was broken, not worth a damn dime. Her heart was cut and her blood ran so cold She is a devil and my fevered brain now too old. Bloody fist in a broken glass window this sad night she was willing but my whiskey only wanted to fight. R.J. Lindley AUGUST 7TH, 1973 OLD NOTE-- YES, WHISKEY IS STILL SURGING IN MY VEINS MATCHING BURNING HURT AND ANOTHER LOST LOVE.. SCAR ON MY LEFT HAND STILL REMINDS ME, LIFE IS OFTEN JUST CRAP AND LOVE TOO DAMN OFTEN JUST A BURNT TREE... NEW NOTE- Written at age 19, young and full of piss and vinegar. Can I recall that night? Yes, and the blood and the scar still reminds me, mental pain is so often worse than physical pain. A wild mustang that paid some very heavy dues and fought a world hellbent on destroying me... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 164] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-13-2016 11:34 AM Each Falls As A Rain Drop From Spider's Web Within black streams flow and great red-tide's ebb are ill given fates that linger and play Each falls as a rain drop from spider's web for no man may know the hour or the day On great wheel, life spins in revolutions heedless of evil human wants and needs Man spirit, walks not from evolution rather by true design from blessed seeds Life and this world filled with harassing winds nights given into sad, anguishing sleep Fate flies on and great storms too often sends black-winds, mankind sinks in far, far too deep Blind, so lost, man seeks no true solution Way of the world, raining its pollution Robert J. Lindley,7-13-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 165] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-17-2016 11:55 AM Within A Valley Dream In Spring, far below snowy mountain peak sun shines bright gifting more abundant life As massive forest green begins to speak soon forgotten, is bleak-cold winter strife Fertile valley blossoms as a Spring child clear streams flowing filled with colorful fish Glorious days, tramping into this wild living within a dream's paradise wish New crops emerge from blessed valley soil Nature's castle covers this special place Reaping reward from new life and hard toil smiles beaming forth from every happy face Find such and let your high spirit there fly Brief is that hour, long is the by and by R.J. Lindley April 12th, 1973 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 166] Author : Russ Date : 07-17-2016 08:10 PM Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast interest and feed me not in the least For the hearty joys that future shall give heartens me to strive forever to live Great memories of my family's past flow blessedly with me until the last Into the dark void my soul may soon fly my past good and bad I will not deny Returning often in my long night dreams she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams Memories of loves that took a wrong turn yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns Closer we get, the farther we look back cherish our memories we stay on track Robert Lindley REVISED.. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 Great, as usual, Robert. This one is especially good. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 167] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2016 10:09 AM Looking Back At Time's Receding Echoes I write so that my mind will thus obey Commands that memory and heart reveal Rare gems reside in every dawn's new day Increasing passion in all we may feel I look back at Time's receding echoes With pain for losses sadly meant to be Walking back, bare-footed with seeking toes caressing sands of future dying sea What of glories fallen and now long gone Deep loves that too soon withered on the vine Mere mortals, weak beasts wrapped in flesh and bone Forever beg, more rot on which to dine Where will a man's path deliver his heart If carrion fills his deep trailing cart Robert J. Lindley , 8-05-2016 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 Note- To navigate the approaching future storm, one must look back at the landmarks and path that led to the destination and the last boulder to move.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 168] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2016 10:57 AM Sky And Clouds May Water Our Soul's Life Tree Sky And Clouds May Water Our Soul's Life Tree The truth was concealed with many branches therein rest many roads to hell's fury. How boring if man took no big chances to avoid verdict from Fate's last jury. Long roads strewn chest-deep with heavy boulders often birth the much needed final strength. We find burdens relieved on our shoulders regardless of epic pain and great length. We can carry truth at heaviest cost when our tree is watered with compassion For light's divine mercy tis never lost if man lives by faith, not by greed's fashion Sky and clouds may water our soul's life tree yet bearing fruit tis up to you and me. Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 Total # Syllables: 130 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 96 Note- For contest... Today my muse insisted that I stop being so damn lazy.....--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 169] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-06-2016 09:37 AM For new contest....., a premier contest Regretting Cake So many sweet cookies I never found when my journey led to chocolate cake. I heard their deep, tasty echoing sound Alas! I was sure their music was fake. That darkened path sent me into lost spin sugar and energy in heaps and mounds. Such delight just had to be a great sin with pure bliss ate by magnificent pounds. Chocolate icing slayed me with each slice eager mind, it soothed and turned upside down. Yet in its embrace everything was nice I was living large, happy as a clown. Cookies loomed large in back of hungry mind Alas! Their path I simply could not find. Robert J. Lindley, 8-06-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 106 _____________________________ August 6, 2016 Sonnet For the Premier Contest, Regretting Cake sponsor, Julia Ward -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 170] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-09-2016 07:40 AM Fire And Torture, Chained Under Raging Sun Relentless sun on bare naked back beat in tune with this evil world's gauging eyes Prisoner prayed death for relief to eat beneath doom and hot miserable skies Had not short life cast its deep slashing hits memories of her and angelic love lost Rage came and left his pleading soul in fits had he not sought her love at any cost Fire and torture, chained under raging sun with her dreams now stone-dead in crying heart Forever gone her touch and midnight fun romantic souls eternally torn apart Burning sun's fire had played its fated part Death and life, paintings for a dark god's art R.J. Lindley June 22nd 1977 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 11 10 11 10 10 11 10 11 11 0 11 10 Total # Syllables: 146 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 106 Recently edited for contest.....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 171] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-12-2016 08:15 AM Deepest Love Destroyed By Blackest Of Lies Flailing away against dark, stormy wind daggers cutting up lonely tormented heart. What more can evil dare my way to send before anguished soul decides to depart? Thunder roars, ears hears unrelenting cries agony grows with every booming clap. Deepest love destroyed by blackest of lies where can be found, sweet escape from that trap? Rolling clouds, blocking truth's shining relief under cascading gloom and stone cold hail. Will justice match honorable belief to fight and this thundering storm thus quell? Hope, hold on, light's pure truth will one day shine. Faith and pure love will once again be mine! Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2016 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: 100 Note --Cranked out this morn for a contest--may even enter it after further review.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 172] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-07-2016 11:52 AM Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree Seeking light, I was walking a true line in shade of path that was truly free Storms weathered sheltering branches bringing sun's hot beams upon my head I sought more, took gravest of chances of true love's blessing and being well fed Once cast upon dirt and parched ground my legs found needed strength to run Racing winds sent that deceiving sound soon, I forgot the heat of blazing sun Burnt into ash my sad soul looks far back Long ago, in tree's top, I was once on track Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-1999 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 173] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-10-2016 09:20 AM So many centuries ago.... --Tyr In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows I wrote you, yet only to find silence cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed Was hiding so far away your defense from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed Where moonlight once graced our united stars now empty sky holds its long, darkened veils Polishing my hope, I ignore these scars sending me through nights, red-hot burning hells Stay alive, if need be wait in shadows my heart endures, that Fate may give relief In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows WE AGAIN LOVE AND DEAR LIFE HOLDS NO GRIEF! Writing you, to rekindle love's fire upon ashes of its funeral pyre R. J. Lindley Feb. 23rd, 1975 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: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 174] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-12-2016 09:57 AM Yes Dewdrops, Glisten Well The Singing Grass Yes. I saw sweetest songbird's glee Morn's rising glow, promise of heart's content Life. Sells out fast, yet nothing is free Spring returns with renewed merriment Dew. Graces all under its wet veil Gentle breeze eases in soothing song Hope. Coins in a hollow wishing well Time and Fate, both dance right on along Drops of rain. Nourish earth and soul Green grows as Nature gives its blessing Love. Wanted, but may take a toll Mercy shines. After true confessing Yes dewdrops, glisten well the singing grass Racing youth, far too soon, it too shall pass R.J. Lindley March 10th, 1972 Note- No edits to create a uniform syllable count. Leaving this as it was composed--- centuries ago.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 175] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-14-2016 10:27 AM We Walked The Night Sands Moon Shining Down Walking the white sands by the windy sea Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me Nights in private, locked in long held embrace In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place I walked flowing hills, where we once danced Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you If only, once again blessed, we could do We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss O' how that time, I now so sorely miss We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart I could not forgive, when you broke my heart We walked the night sands, moon shining down I still see you, in your white flowing gown Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 11 11 10 11 0 10 10 11 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 144 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 116 R.J. Lindley June 11th, 1975 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 176] Author : Perianne Date : 09-14-2016 11:12 AM That is lovely! You may convert me to a poem lover! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 177] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-16-2016 12:19 PM Moonlight and A River Thought A walk down by the river to settle a worrisome thought crazy , mixed up mind battles far too many fought The river's passing with its soothing smooth flowing sound brings images of angels dancing to the trumpet's sound Rage not against fate's dark hand nor its unyielding wall pray for abundant life, pray for gentle mercies on us all Swift waters flowing in soft, soothing serenity reminding of Time and perhaps even another Eternity Moonlight upon waters each glimmering with rippled swirl reminding of life's sweet love of a beautiful girl Echoing splashes of fish jumping out into the sky enjoying a bit of Nature's treasure, not asking why A river thought, stored in the mind's deep treasure vault Place and time, life's dream in which tis blessed to be caught R. J. Lindley -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 178] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-18-2016 09:31 AM In Dark Dreams In dark dreams, seeing visions of the dead behind veils of space and withered grapes on the vine, we that live, love our pleasures so much instead paying scant heed to the coming end of our line. Ah, but Fate dances about with a wicked smile in shoes that have no merciful souls, seeing through our indifference and clever guile often destroying our life's most cherished goals. Consider the ant- toils hard but dies just the same while we dance in folly, no soles on our shoes, to Death we are all targets just the same ignorant and blind, wading in with no clues. In dark dreams, blessed if we wake before they slay In dark dreams, blessed if we but live - yet another day! Robert J. Lindley, 9-18-2016 Dedicated to the three poets that replied to me recently in soupmail-- telling me to look up! --and WRITE... I did, with no edits , no worry about syllable count. Written a few minutes ago... --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- Form: Rhyme | + Fav Poem | Make a CommentComment | Email PoemEmail | Print PoemPrint | Report Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop Dark Seed Begs A Black Crop Seed was planted, man's heart found death is dark, where great truth was recanted, misery brazenly stark. Black hearts forward , never getting their fill, falling forever downward, where Fate delivers its kill. Robert Lindley, JULY 22- 2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 7 7 10 7 7 Total # Syllables: 48 Total # Lines: 6 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 33 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 179] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-19-2016 10:40 AM Dawn Burst Forth, Earth Was Drinking Its New Rain Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain Had I been asleep-in dreams far afield In soft slumber, void of my usual pain Or merely hiding behind my sword and shield Sun cast its plentiful, dazzling new rays Down on longings of a miserable man In this dark, dark cold-world everybody pays O' to escape again, if only I can Evening shadows now wrap my soul in stone Even as black darkness races to invade Shielding me from hard hits and broken bone And all righteous punishment I have made Midnight's hours battled, promising to save An unworthy soul from an early grave R. J. Lindley, Jan. 20th 1979 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 11 11 11 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 146 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 104 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 180] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-19-2016 12:18 PM To The Brave, An Honorable Grave To the brave, an honorable grave: To the kind, reward of a peaceful mind: To trusting soul, entry Heaven's gate -no toll: To those embracing His light, no fear of night. Upon earth tread angels in disguise Tallying and helping the righteous weak; A word of caution to those so unwise, Evil tormentors of those that angels seek. Such guarding ends not, with setting sun nor the trap of dungeons where victims lie Angels- never defeated by force or gun Trek here as plentiful as clouds in the sky. Beware of that soft whisper to cease A warning to hold back angry wrath; Guardians can and do protect their peace guiding the lost back onto well lit path. To the brave, an honorable grave: To the kind, reward of a peaceful mind: To trusting soul, entry Heaven's gate -no toll: To those embracing the light, no fear of night. Robert J. Lindley, April 10th 1998 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 181] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-19-2016 12:43 PM Wisdom Found, Upon A Stone Once Cast Night creeps in, shadows do their dark deeds So much favors that blackness in night Nourish the evil hiding in its darkened seeds too often no gentle mercies and no respite Where once lay love in a true heart darkness may slide in to dance and play A small mischief for a sneaky start saving the very worst for a future day Read deeper into this poem and behold wisdom found, upon a stone once cast Youth once wasted, regrets when too old tis small relief, cherishing loves of the past Night creeps in, shadows do their dark deeds If truly lost, upon your soul evil feeds Robert J. Lindley, 10-09- 2000 -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- When All Your Dreams Are But Dust When deep regret meets the day rainbows seed no more awe As one grabbed, thoughtless to pay no seeing through a crystal ball Life and love, mysteries to be found colors often dimmed by greed Time the obstacle, no way around fruits harvested from darkest seed Fate in this world, mercy rarely given knobs on doors with no keys Life brings bad, when its blind liven' no regrowing hollow burnt trees When all your dreams are but dust You are brittle iron covered in red rust R.J. Lindley, 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 182] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-21-2016 12:27 PM Yet Hope Promises A New Dawn Each Day I have forgotten when I lost my way was it clear of morn or deep dark of night, my mind wanders so far back to replay images that may in some way bring the light. Journey into haze of past hopes and dreams there, descending into dark pits to fight, memories of lost love and futile schemes yet still in blindness not knowing whats right. Lost, looking up, begging for heaven's hand beaten beggar, crying out in sad pleas Remembering once , music in life's band free sailing upon youth's gentle blue seas I have forgotten when I lost my way Yet hope promises a new dawn each day Robert J. Lindley, 9-21- 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 183] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-22-2016 09:57 AM Life Is Not Pie Nor Blessings From A Wishing Well Shall I be punished, for riding my horse into Hell for spurring into blazing fires to feel the hot burn Life is not pie nor blessings from a wishing well often its the good from which confused hearts turn. Shall I be exalted, for the little good I have done for feeble gifts given even with sincere heart Or chastised, for times fear caused me to run denying love that promised a happy new start. Will Fate ever give, that final answer to my dreams or keep me as is, lost in wilderness, crying there Racing on, forever wading in muddy streams looking for that true love, beyond compare. Once a rose kissed me and its touch was so divine in mad hunger, I sought another on which to dine. R.J. Lindley July 12th, 1977 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 184] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-24-2016 09:59 AM A Look At Death And Old Age Death is but change into another form passing on through an ancient weathered veil Warrior will bravely fight that coming storm seeking more water from life's magic well Death just may be a blessing in disguise relief from hard labors on this sweet earth If searched deeply, a lesson to the wise a man fights to live for all he is worth Death, is but hand servant its master Fate grabbing souls as Time demands highest pay Looking back , one finds its always too late to repair great mistakes of yesterday Death, you will not take me as gentle lamb For a fighter, true warrior I am Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2016 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: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 185] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-25-2016 05:28 AM That Relentless Struggle A man may desperately fight his inner self beat himself senseless until nothing is left Such inward slashing leaves no visible scar yet wounds as deep as any found in war A struggle to defeat real and worse, imaginary foes adding to, miserably increasing tragic woes A fight I find myself engaging in on troubled nights slashing, gashing and delivering bloody sights As that struggle gets bloody and unrelentingly fierce heart, soul and mind darkness may pierce When that ancient battle is about to be done time brings on brilliant rays of morning sun When soul struggles to walk back into true light Life becomes epic battles fought in dead of night R. J. Lindley Date, centuries ago -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 186] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-26-2016 03:49 AM Who Is So Wise As Never To Do Such Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership my mind grows cold and dark skies call out. A poet has heart and soul even if no readership enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout. What grows and spills ink onto blank page inspiration,communing with her as she mused If only, we all could learn from the wisest sage that if we dare open up- we will be abused. Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership my mind grows cold and dark skies call out. A poet has heart and soul even if no readership enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout. Perhaps wise, not to feel or drink too damn much yet who is so wise as never to do such? Robert J. Lindley, 9-26-2016 Note- Couldn't sleep, decided to bang one out .... First time, I've drank any alcoholic beverage in over a year now. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 187] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-29-2016 10:33 AM Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes I was not brave, I did not dare to ask why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies I had not courage, to find out her plight nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend she now lost, nobody dare intervene If we had met before deep heartbreak struck I would now hold her and thank my good luck There she sat, crying outside that June dance to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile Courage came, I crossed that last fearful mile R. J. Lindley, July 23rd, 1973 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: 114 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 188] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-01-2016 08:37 AM To Set Steel To My Heartbroken Resolve With spirit damaged, I did what I must to set steel to my heartbroken resolve, thereby preventing metal in my blood from eroding and turning into rust With heart cut that deep, no true hope remained to set steel to my heartbroken resolve, keep desirous memory from fading this sad ole soul, I have forever stained Loving dreams crushed, I fell into despair to set steel to my heartbroken resolve, hold memories just as long as I can cherish images of your smile and dark hair Now Time has diminished my great resolve so die I must, to finally evolve Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2016 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: 100 Note- I hope the reader may enjoy and find something of value in this poem , written about a very sad ending to a most romantic time in my young life. Written to hold fast a memory although quite sad still a very cherished one, about a lost love from many decades past . A beautiful lady that was just as wild, as I once was myself. Dedicated to her memory as she passed away in 2001, almost three decades after our time together ended.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 189] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-04-2016 11:42 AM Agony Of Truth Kept The Two Apart Darkness in her heart, sadly found too late appearing to come from black pits of Hell or perhaps evil, random acts of Fate unfortunate victim, rarely can tell Magnificent glow, her clever face mask totally believable words she said an answer for each question one would ask yet her hidden heart was cold and quite dead Too late, pain found, she killed the one needed for all her power could not take back time cast into light--SHE truthfully pleaded her regretful words then not worth a dime When the Light banished darkness in her heart agony of truth kept the two apart Robert J. Lindley, 10-04-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 102 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 190] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-06-2016 10:01 AM Clear Streams And Dreams Dried Into Ghostly Dust I have cried in the silent dark of night; cut deeply by despair and savage Fate. Dearest love lost is worse than deathly fright for its depths brought in misery and hate. Where, screaming nightmares in howling wind blow; silent footsteps remind of foolish deeds. When once, my great pride demanded brutal show, darkness reign casting its sad, bitter seeds. What answer, to greatest treasure once lost; clear streams and dreams dried into ghostly dust. Can I, buy back at any future cost deepest of true love and her faithful trust? Her image, I see in mind cast in gold, valueless, for such my heart can not hold. R.J. Lindley 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 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 191] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-07-2016 09:37 AM Love and Forever, Words I Thought Of Thee A time once, when your faithful heart held mine, When morning dew sparkled in your blue eyes, You the banquet - on which my soul did dine Moon in my heart's dancing midnight skies. Love and Forever, words I thought of thee Before death raced forth taking you away Now my sad tears could fill an empty sea You gone, no sunshine in my lonesome day. I seek and fear to never again find, velvet touch, softness of your sweet hand Misery reigns supreme in this tired mind, bringing darkness and drought to this parched land. Time once, when bright sun and moon united, now hell's pain of love long unrequited. R.J. Lindley April 19th, 1977 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: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 192] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-08-2016 10:56 AM Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines rather seek blood letting from prickly vines No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind just misery and pain- of the worst kind Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all there, unmindful of any healing call Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain praying, another desert with no rain When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance ask for no music but get up and dance On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 193] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-14-2016 01:23 PM ONE TREE HILL, LIFE THEN JUST A THRILL One tree hill, life then just a thrill so long before I dared to roam In youth Fate delivered no bill seas so calm , no dark raging foam When fleeting years had raced away time when joy ranked over the bad Springtime, we lived and dared to play long before bitter brought the sad One tree hill, now barren- alone winter gave its shadows and grief Cold so deep, down into the bone praying for Spring to bring relief Alone- life shows regretful pains Can Spring wash away such great stains? Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results 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 # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 Poem written this morn, inspired by the 8 syllable poem written by my very good friend Peter Duggan .-Tyr Olive Trees Of Gold The Olive trees are dressed in gold It’s morning time the day is cold The sun beams down upon these trees That dance upon fresh morning breeze It’s such a lovely sight to see These trees brim filled with mystery How they give to me such pleasure Dawn it is to me a treasure Azaleas in lovely pink They charm my eyes and make me think Of everything that’s beautiful Sweet mother nature has it all Enriched I am as I sit here Beneath a sky so blue, and clear 5 August 2016 Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 194] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-17-2016 08:38 PM May Your Chains Be But Rotten Rope Of sorrows past, nightly regrets empty glasses and barren fields Vast dying seas and empty nets broken swords, dead lain upon shields Sits there, beasts with gleaming green eyes waiting another hellish feast Below, shackles of moon skies shining for armies from the East. Hold tight your dreams of future hope warmth of home's blazing hot fires May your chains be but rotten rope love blessings before soul expires. If accosted, stop fast to kneel resting soul, high looms that next hill R.J. Lindley, April 18th, 1978 Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 82 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 195] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-18-2016 09:04 AM What Fallen Apple Dare One Take Sweet Bite What value an oracle that denies Time and Fate both join to join, to create rich dessert with man's miserable lies and dish it all up on a dirty plate. What steady course to set sail on if known one that in the calm harbor remains safe Or through stormy skies, there gaily blown like upward drawn dregs of useless wheat chaff. What fallen apple dare one take sweet bite as if sweet happiness would thus be found for nowhere in mankind's long, futile flight is paradise sold by penny or pound. What hope rewards seekers that blessed key What Light shines forth any and all to see Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2016 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: 108 NOTE or·a·cle 'ôr?k(?)l/ noun noun: oracle; plural noun: oracles 1. a priest or priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity. a place at which divine advice or prophecy was sought. synonyms: prophet, prophetess, sibyl, seer, augur, prognosticator, diviner, soothsayer, fortune teller, sage "the oracle of Apollo" a person or thing regarded as an infallible authority or guide on something. "casting the attorney general as the oracle for and guardian of the public interest is simply impossible" synonyms: authority, expert, specialist, pundit, mentor, adviser, guru "our oracle on Africa" 2. a response or message given by an oracle, typically one that is ambiguous or obscure. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 Note- Written for a new contest, I may dare even to enter it... ;)--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 196] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-19-2016 09:42 AM Underground Will Chill Eat Into Thy Bones Death comes, sometimes ends miserable pain, shatters dark chains that bind the living soul What of life shall death allow to remain, Pretty daises in old broken bowl? Underground will chill eat into thy bones, Bitter cold still cursing with deep soul aches Will blowing wind hear thy sad, pleading moans If ALL thy loved, falls in decay and breaks? How is one to know, alone in the dark, JUST AS DEAD AS ALL ANCIENT EARTHLY STONE IS THERE, NEW CALLING FOR A SAVING MARK Or merciful light sent there to be shown? Sun and sky above, on all still give this, Chance of living love, the dead surely miss! Robert Lindley, 1- 15- 1990 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: 110 Note- Edited and some key changes made this morn, 10-19-2016 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Questions Of Love And Life Where does lost love hide in dry deserts filled with pride Behind mountains of hard stone where traces of white are shown? Where does love stand aloof In hot flames of a burning roof Beneath stones on cold ground within deep thoughts too profound? Where will hope give dear relief in dreams that speak of true belief Upon seashells on a sandy beach or warm fires within easy reach? When will man, find life that shall hold warmth for each from all the cold? Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2016 Written for contest.... will review later....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 197] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-21-2016 10:01 AM Like Shadows In My Tired Mind Like shadows in my tired mind you danced in wisps of cool breeze. Your deep treasure I did find yet you left me with such ease. I had found thorns on your rose holes in your dancing shoes. Large cuts on your pretty toes dark truth in your bad news. Like shadows in my tired mind you danced in wisps of cool breeze. Your deep treasure I did find yet you left me with such ease. Such ease, heart finally shattered. To you- had it ever mattered? Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2016 Sonnet form- Lin 678, rhyme( ababcdcd,abab,ee) Eight verse stanza, rhyme ababcdcd, repeat first four verses as middle stanza abab, closing couple(ee) must be 8 syllables each, total syllable count to be 100. Word count to be either 87 or 88.. Optional but better if it contains (8,4,2) that is 8 verses of seven syllables each, 4 verses of 8 syllables each, and two verses of 6 syllables each, as shown in this poem. See syllable count below.. Enjoy the challenge of writing a sonnet in this form... trust me its not an easy task.. Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 100 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 87 p.s.- Told you guys I love math... -Tyr ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ Written mere minutes ago...a challenging request given me from the contest sponsor in a pm at my poetry site. Asking would I consider writing and entering her new contest -offered only late last night- after her year long absence from sponsoring contests. Of course I agreed, first because she is a friend, a very kind lady, very talented poetess herself and its her first contest now that she has returned to sponsoring after a lengthy illness. Here it is , although hastily written --this may not need any edits. I shall return tomorrow to review it with afresh mind. -Tyr A Gem , A Ruby-Red For My Sweet Rose How great, red rose cheeks of my dancing queen ruby ring to seal our binding love vows Fairest of fair, rare jewel to be seen love given her as deep as life allows Sparkles from jewels sent to her blue eyes radiant red glow warmth matching our hearts Down on my knees, beneath sunny skies loving ring given as our romance starts Rarest of reds, deep ruby lips that tease her soft hand, newly adorned holding mine Holding her, nothing more could ever please her lips, color matching ring- both so fine Ruby red chosen, to match red-hot love She the angel, sent from heaven above. 10-21-2016 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: 19 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 106 FOR CONTEST- Ruby - GLOWING RED FIRE- - chosen because to me, no other gem matches the beauty of a large, dark red ruby. And yes, I once gave a beautiful, dainty ruby-red ring to a lady that meant ALL the world to me. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 198] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-22-2016 10:17 AM Thou Art Bright Crimson-In Rose Red-lit Bloom Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom candles shine to adorn window's full moon Fragrance of both, rests in thy love's perfume rare music of romance's most precious tune. Thy voice sings angel soft, harmonic dreams taking world worries from defeated souls Thy glow surpasses lights of fairy queens soothing as sailing with gentle sea rolls Immortal thoughts reside within thy breasts true bounty of thy deeply loving heart Romantic moonlight, all it manifests mirrors thy dear face- treasured work of art. Shall my quest seek greater than thy touch I shall refuse - that is a boon too much. Robert J. Lindley, 10-22-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 11 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 141 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 NOTE- SONNET, WRITTEN THIS MORN, FINISHED MOMENTS AGO. MAY DECIDE TO PLACE IN A CONTEST, STILL NOT SURE IF I WILL OBLIGE THAT SPONSOR BY DOING SO.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 199] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-23-2016 09:12 AM Ten Bucks In His Left Shoe, Bold In His Steps (Walking Traveler of Hope) Walking, each life mile-straight as the crow flies dancing when fair weather graced bright skies. Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps enemy to world's hatred and dark lies. Traveler, seeking naught but joy and peace sworn to defend those seeking hope's release. Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps vowing to make truth his life's centerpiece. Of Hope, knowing man had such in his heart belief and wisdom he sought to impart Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps truth's weapon, overcame evil ramparts Walking Traveler of Hope, peace his goal. All that he served, their grateful hearts he stole. Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2016 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 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: Total # Words: 110 naught naught nôt/ pronounarchaic pronoun: naught 1. nothing. "he's naught but a worthless fool" synonyms: nothing, nothing at all, no point, no purpose, no effect; More nil, zero; informalzilch, zip, nada, diddly-squat "all his efforts will have been for naught" nounNorth American noun: naught; plural noun: naughts 1. the digit 0; zero. Note- Written for contest.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 200] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-25-2016 10:07 AM When Courage Faithfully Flies Where man's soul and brave heart meets hope sends great power there to save Life from death that often cheats the weak that could be so brave When faith filled prayer saves man truth comes forth and regains Happiness- life and love plans absent the dirty stains Where man's soul and brave heart meets hope sends great power there to save Life from death that often cheats the weak that could be so brave Look to heaven for its power Man knows not his last day or hour *** *** *** Your loyal words of faith fly To heart that death so often cheats With loss that makes her soul sigh In painful hopeless heartbeats Could the weak again be brave When faith does not remain? Heaven's truth descends to save And cleanse sin's darkened stain. Your loyal words of faith fly To heart that life so often cheats With loss that makes her soul sigh In painful hopeless heartbeats Heart now so brave finds new power New hope gives courage in this hour. Collaboration(Double sonnets) Robert J. Lindley and Aqua Marine 10/24/2016 Note: Sonnet form used (new)-Lin 678 Poem Syllable Counter Results ** Syllables Per Line: 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 100 ** Syllables Per Line: 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 100 Total- 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 *** 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 200 88 + 84 = 172 words. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 201] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-26-2016 01:24 PM That Silent Storm, No Mortal Man Can Stop Like a great storm crushing out a desperate sigh such is unstoppable force when death draws nigh. In myriad forms that dark angel tramps this world oblivious to sad pleas mankind may hurl. Death slays even the strong young or very weak old stopped not by vows, gems or great hordes of King's gold. That great sickle cuts anything known to mankind no hiding place can mortal man ever find. When that dearest life has flown by, old and quite gray expect a visit night or sunny bright day. Death cares not man nor beauty of songbirds on wing seeking naught but final death of everything. In your human soul, hold dear this treasure of life. For this world is dark-old and full of deadly strife. Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2016 ( New Form- Sonnet Lin 12/11) Rhyme aa, bb, cc, dd, ee, ff, gg Each stanza verses must by exact syllable count of 12,11, 12,11 Final couplet must be syllable count of 12 on 12... Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 11 12 11 0 12 11 12 11 0 12 11 12 11 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 162 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 126 Note- Inspired this week by the death of a friend that occurred last Friday. Such a gentle sweet soul she was and always jolly and sincere when we met. She shall be deeply missed by all of us... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 202] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-26-2016 08:29 PM Should One Bemoan Treasures Stolen Away Should one bemoan treasures stolen away memories fated to forever die? What of golden touch from yesterday that longed for embrace, warm as sunny sky. Under pale moon, dreams ebb into vast space cherished nights eat into a dark abyss. O' the soft beauty of her dear sweet face treasure found best, I will forever miss. Can such epic loss destroy one's sad mind turn life into chambers of tormented pains? What depth despair, losing one of a kind where love's faintest of hope barely remains. Life and love, both treasures beyond compare. What measures needed, even foul or fair? Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2016 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: 100 Note - Written for contest, yet again I may even enter it.. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 203] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-28-2016 05:31 AM Valhalla's Hall Holds His Forgiven Heart Valhalla's Hall Holds His Forgiven Heart Fallen warrior, his dreams exist no more just a lone grave in a circle of trees Great victories, only he kept the score better had life given him calmer seas. Across the field shields lay broken and stained remnants of big clashes harder than stones Old relics and tales all that remained his grave now empty, war dogs stole his bones. Night-winds blow on his lonely resting place fate's reward for heart fallen and so true His life, a savage trek with no disgrace paradise found, even if overdue. Death is but a storm that has blown apart. Valhalla's hall holds his forgiven heart. Robert J. Lindley, 10-27-2016 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- Felt like writing this morn--slammed this one out, first draft. Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies Hold those tears falling from sullen skies floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men. Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin. Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times. Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes. When mortal spirits race on foolish paths happiness flows away as morning dew. Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths walk faithful course, one that is truly new. Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands. For even Fate yields to angelic hands. Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016 Sonnet 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: Total # Words: 104 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 204] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-29-2016 09:34 AM In My Dreams Of Death In my dreams of death, my desires create not a bright, merciful angel there brought. Dread of death instills fears that permeate this tired mind and dark trap in which its caught. Alas! No waking wisdom can there sway lost soul to embrace blessed saving light. For power of night's dark defeats bright day as black shadows rage forth to slash and bite. Battle starts, alone with two empty hands night-fear bellows out, you have no power. Look at these massive monsters night commands while you cowardly beg dawn's coming hour! In my dreams of death, my desires create not a bright, merciful angel there brought. Robert J. Lindley, ( aka- Tyr), 10-29-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 106 Note- Written and offered in the spirit of the Halloween season and with my admiration of the greatest dark poetry ever written--that of Edgar Allen Poe. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 205] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-30-2016 12:25 PM For I Am Not That Brave Sombre calls, echoes from memories and lost days Images appearing only to bring on deep heartache. Nights envisioned in a daze- her charming ways such that feelings, break stones for lost love's sake. Alas! No touch and kiss can ever be allowed for her ghostly image touches no true earth. She rare, delicious fruit of rich fertile fields plowed heavenly rose in bloom from first day of birth. No more! Epic loss now invades these wishful dreams light of reality shows dead flowers on her grave. Never again, seeing her dancing within moonbeams nor my now joining her, for I am not that brave! Each night, longing to dance with her once again knowing when dream ends, comes back far greater pain! Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2016 Sonnet. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 206] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-03-2016 02:18 PM Seeds Sprouted From Deep Within Mother Earth Where watered are roots from my ancestral tree in fields sown with pain and bitter harvests Strong, brave-hearted once truly proud and free sprouted mighty eagles from fledglings in a nest Clear streams flowing, deep forests their paradise the red-man lived life and sang happy songs Long before whites came with deceit and vice building towns filled with their lost greedy throngs Seeds sprouted from deep within mother earth freedom had its price but gave deep treasures Living , loving and fighting for all his worth red-man fought fire with full equal measures Fate rewarded its deceivers with stolen goods Now, Nature weeps when whites cuts down ancient woods Robert J. Lindley, 11-03- 2016 Sonnet- LIN-10,11,12 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 12 0 11 10 10 10 0 10 10 11 11 0 12 11 Total # Syllables: 149 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 Note-Presented as is, may edit later. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 207] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-06-2016 05:35 PM Shall We Believe In That Promise Forsworn Let not hate blind thee to love's true powers for within its realm rests treasures untold; man's walk, missiles are thrown from dark towers with greater frequency as we get old. What shields dare we in our hope ever seek, which sharp swords do we carry to defend the righteous, the innocent and the meek. What fruitful crops do we thus truly tend? As the final winds on setting sun blow with no new dawn to give future reprieve; Spring waters are no longer born from snow we perish, from world designed to deceive. Shall we believe in that promise forsworn when all the world heaps it with utter scorn? R.J. Lindley Sept. 17th, 1987 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 110 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 208] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-08-2016 06:28 PM No Longer Will I, Beg For More Sweet Life No longer will I fight summoning call refuse to see the nearness of the end. Mustang racing forth from old empty stall seeking safe shelter around the next bend. Never will I fight hoping for dawn's light lonely broken shell washed by raging tides. Stay away, you last hope in darkest night let me leap in bravely where death resides. Soon will I embrace ghost that loudly cries reach out, touch those dark, echoing moans. Find out what such valiant bravery buys be buried six feet deep covered in stones. No longer will I, beg for more sweet life. Find my honor and leave this endless strife. Robert J. Lindley. 11-08-2016 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: 107 NOTE. - NEW, FIRST DRAFT.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 209] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-10-2016 10:05 AM Where Weeping Willows In Silent Peace Grow Where weeping willows in silent peace grow clear mountain streams feed beauty of Snow lake. Spring rushes down waters from melting snow earth's most natural, nothing there is fake. When blue sky smiles upon cabin below contented man wakes to enjoy the scene. Nature and its great wonders do so glow in blue lake waters, ducks swim, feed and preen. Down to lake shore he goes to catch his meals adventurer basking in Nature's sights. This is just how treasured paradise feels satisfied days, heaven's bright star filled nights. Where weeping willows in solitude dance such a sight can put a man in a trance. Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2016 Sonnet 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: 104 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 210] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-11-2016 10:10 AM Form: Sonnet | Embrace Again, Thy Vow To Our Love Hold Send that comfort that in pure heart so swells sweet desires wherein truest love's faith so dwells Bind deep in touch with thy seeking lips where heart's passion over all may eclipse. Allow thy charm, the power to thus heal sadness and heartache my mind now does feel In doing, melt tortured darkness away thus holding my darkest demons at bay. Gift the blessed warmth of thy smile's bright glow recalling our walk in first Christmas snow Embrace again, thy vow to our love hold let our union be strong as life unfolds. As morn races forth to find thy night's best side by side, may in love both our heads rest. R. J. Lindley Aug 23rd, 1976 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: 112 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 211] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-13-2016 02:42 PM Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue all dark mists brought more than was due. Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate lost as hurt seemed to escalate. Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls you cried within odd rhythmic rolls. Never again, never again, your sworn oath live or die, you couldn't do both. Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground dancing along but with no sound. Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine. Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights hope shown, banishing blackest nights. Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2016 Sonnet form, Lin 11, 8 ... Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 Total # Syllables: 133 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 102 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 212] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-14-2016 10:53 AM Where Nature's Beauty And Man's Design Meet As bright red rose pierces with its sharp thorn serves to remind, we are all mortal born. So often pleasures of beautiful sights counter the awaiting pains of dark nights. Amidst color of flower garden's scene arrive pretty birds to nest and to preen. Each day fluttering to match garden's hues which is the more beautiful, hard to choose. Such beauty must be cultivated first for it quenches soul's spiritual thirst. Sunny days beaming under God's blue sky we see growing treasures and beg the why. Where Nature and man-made design there meet gentle spirit finds life so very sweet. Robert J. Lindley, 11-14-2015 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 100 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -------------------------------------------- Note-- Written this morn for a contest, I may even enter it.. ;)--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 213] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-15-2016 10:48 AM Form: Sonnet -new form Lin 11 When Thy Chains Are Too Heavy, Do Not Complain (read of thy sins and weep) When thy chains are too heavy, do not complain for thy heart cried out for that slavish embrace. Thou art in truth, as dark as is thy black stain thinking thy greatness nobody can replace. On devil's altar thou burned innocent life and in arrogance praised thy unholy acts. In deep blindness, ignored thy sins that were rife with lies destroying pure innocence and facts. Hidden in that dark shroud, thy beloved *pall* casting cruel words, those that show thy intense hate. Yet thy cruelty will bring on thy great fall no human can escape crushing hands of Fate. In empty chambers black soul, cries for relief denied because thy treasures, only brought grief. Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016 Sonnet Lin 11 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: 114 Note- Pall (1.) Definitions of pall: (1.) ** noun: burial garment in which a corpse is wrapped ** noun: a sudden numbing dread noun: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window) verb: lose strength or effectiveness; become or appear boring, insipid, or tiresome (to) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 214] Author : Balu Date : 11-15-2016 11:48 AM Dear Robert, My grandchildren and me, we just bow seeing your talent. Thank you again. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 215] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-16-2016 07:36 AM Keeps Me Young And On My Toes Some may ask why I have not bit the dust or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows. I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows. When in darkest night's long crawling shadow my fighting spirit cries live on or bust. You are no soft flower in a meadow do as you may, dare to do what you must. That moment, I see truth, joy and white light a clarion call to hold the last fort. Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight calm blue seas and old ships safely at port. Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes. I answer, keeps me young and on my toes! Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016 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: 123 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 216] Author : Balu Date : 11-16-2016 07:51 AM This is Great, Robert, that your poems and sonnets are full of wisdom. I see that as a real Poet you let your thoughts pass through your Heart. Therefore they are so touching. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/personal/hi.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 217] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-17-2016 12:05 PM They That Passed In Honor Duty Bound There, they in agony breathed their last uniforms stained, bloody and war torn. Bullet sent or artillery blast war vanquished innocence, human born! Afterwards, brave deeds loudly denied as tired nation revolted and screamed. Where fled respect for brave souls that died and tragically lost all they dreamed? On battlefields man is but a pawn lone feather cast into raging winds. Perhaps destined not another dawn nor the great miracle true love sends! They that passed in honor duty bound will respect for them ever be found? Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2016 Sonnet form - Lin 9's Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 Total # Syllables: 126 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 87 Note- Although this was written with the Vietnam War and its aftermath in mind , one could pick any war, any nation, any time in mankind's history- the greater part of this poem applies and respectfully honors those lost souls. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 218] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-18-2016 09:49 AM Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed. Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead? Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim With stolen wealth from lambs of this dark world? Yet thy black heart, feels the murder of him And hot lightning bolt Heaven may soon hurl! Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit And thy wicked soul now sees the true light Yet thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root To try to bring forth never ending night! Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne. Why now in old age, do thou dare to moan? R. J. Lindley, Jan. 11th, 1980 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: 120 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 219] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-25-2016 06:04 PM In Our Dream Comes Infinite Delights! When gentle glow fades from thy pale-blue eyes Gold amber from thy luxurious hair Time's hurts will not have savaged thee too much For me not to want to be with thee there. My mind recalls gaiety in thy dance Sight of thy deep beauty in party gowns Our time living in soft sacred moments Alive with bright smiles and no angry frowns. I pray thee comes to me again in dreams Silky flowing hair and beckoning voice Calling seeking heart to flutter anew And knowing for me lays no other choice! Promise to seek me out on my sad nights For in our dream comes infinite delights! Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2016 Form, Sonnet 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: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 220] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-26-2016 05:39 PM 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 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 221] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2016 02:37 PM OK, so my "sonnet bug" bit me and had to bang one out today.--Tyr Shining With A Beauty Beyond Compare Angel came down, a soul to altar raise before feet touched ground, soul healed with a gaze. Shining with a beauty beyond compare she lingered long, with all that saw her there. Powdered gold shown on those wide beating wings keeping good time with echoes as she sings. Light reflecting off her emerald crown compelling all standing there to fall down. She rose fast, dutifully heaven bound her leaving left, vacancy from no sound. Vanishing beyond earthen woes and cares beckoning forth all that in faith dares. Angel came down blessing to altar give witness of divine love to all that live. Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2016 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: 102 Note - Tried to hit the 100 word count but missed on first draft--decided not to edit to make that count.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 222] Author : Balu Date : 11-27-2016 04:10 PM Shining With A Beauty Beyond Compare... It seems (as I feel) that something irrecoverable has happened... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 223] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2016 10:31 PM It seems (as I feel) that something irrecoverable has happened... Yes ,decades past and is soon to happen yet again my friend. Your insight did not betray you....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 224] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2016 10:34 PM The Poet's Words The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead Stole from the past, and stood about his bed; He sought no words; they came; he did but write. When day was round him too, some vision bright Or spark of glowing truth would glide between The busy voices in a bustling scene, Turning his heavy heart unto the light. Whence came they? Were they gifts of long ago, Like pansies growing on a pilgrim way? Or but dim echoes of a vaster day Whose harmony the happy dead may know? That song eternal, that unwearied chime Of seas that break around Isles of Time? Sonnet (Classicism) R. J. Lindley, written decades ago, edited and presented today- 11-27-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 118 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 225] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2016 03:35 PM Caressing Virgin Soil, With Soft Caring Hands In her garden, wearing old pants and her long tresses caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands. Generous to a fault, kind heaven blesses she a gem of far away Asian lands. Dawn's early rays would sparkle in her eyes as she rose to smile at the rising sun. In her thoughts up and away she flies to have herself some harmless wishful fun. Landing between heaven and joy on earth she would pray sweetest happiness for all. Later with piety pray aloud for all her worth remain silent waiting for return call. Angel wanting others joy above her own. ONE MORN, FOREVER AWAY SHE HAD FLOWN. Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 226] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-08-2016 11:14 AM If Last Poet Sent Last Verse Out To Fly If last poet sent last verse out to fly would man vanish into swallowing sky. Or would Nature then act as it renews with new birth to paint earth in rainbow hues. If man lost this art in his great errors wading into abyss of woeful blight. Would life reek of agony and terrors compounded by wicked pains in dark of night. If last poet saw pen and muse perish could Nature and earth stand the massive void. In this life, poets gift us words to cherish, sweet fruits in which many are overjoyed. If last poet, failed mankind in despair Could mother earth and Nature then repair? 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: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 227] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-08-2016 02:04 PM For This Journey Seeks To, Like An Eagle Fly If for thee, this poet's words are inspiring read with clear seeing eyes and hear with thine ears, for I write with my mind's heart perspiring, too often with trepidation and great fears! For this journey seeks, to like an eagle fly all about- words in rhyme rising to obey, those night stars in a most glittering sky and rest to play under bright sun each day! If in thy longings, romance seeks thy hands words in poetic verse may yet set thee free, often we poets write in our word launching bands with heart, soul and inspiration the key! Grant mercy, for our lonely, mysteries roads In heart of hearts we may write in ancient codes. Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016 Form- Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 11 0 11 11 10 10 0 10 11 11 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 149 Total # Words: 117 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 228] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-08-2016 05:21 PM Regrets And Bitter Memories Echoing Again Such a crazy-wild young life, sad sad tale stubborn in wicked ways brought on pure hell. Never saw danger, I afraid to face sought out thrills in many an evil place. Same ole story, life wild as hell and free Same bad results, worst costs paid back by me! I forgot dad's story, how stones don't fly live the moment just for the me and my. Flights of fancy, pretty gals rewards to foolish to see darkness in the cards Once sure, life was just another tough fight now seeing blessings wasted in hindsight Looking back, I find myself much older fires long dead, O' how they do smoulder. Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 109 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 229] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-08-2016 10:15 PM In My Old Age, I See With Sunshades Too Bright In my old age, I see with sunshades too bright I need much darker to hide past gritty stains. In my old age, I feel down , not at all light I need forget that stuff pills for my mental pains. In my night dreams, I talk to shadow creatures I need tape recorder to prove how they scream. In my night dreams, nothing but rerun features I need a dam, to block such never ending streams. In my writings, I speak of ancient lost times I need sweet mercy, for my sins are so great. In my writings, wall clock rarely ever chimes I need much faster pens, so as to not be late. In my old age, every damn thing begs its spotlight. I need a telescope for all seems out of sight. Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2016 Form- Sonnet Lin 11/12 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 12 0 11 11 11 12 0 11 11 11 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 160 Total # Words:132 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 230] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-09-2016 11:52 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 231] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-11-2016 09:58 AM If Dancing Barefoot, Watch For Broken Glass Shot straight arrow into a crooked sky to find if it washed upon me black rain. Strange that Fate decreed then, I would not die at least not until later, not in vain. Time flew into shadows upon dead plains my quiver empty, my heart cut to shreds. We all have our secrets and some dark stains while others sleep with ghosts in bloody beds. Times of despair, hard choices must be made if dancing barefoot, watch for broken glass. Beware for heavy dues, they must be paid there is no hidden splendor in the grass. My bow now silent and cracked due to age. All shot out- words sent from wizened old sage. Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016 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: 114 ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend Decades past, when free love was all the rage we were not told, bait for the golden cage. In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies. O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell. Years ago, my pride led me so far astray now these later years cause me to kneel to pray. O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend life is not over, time can be thy friend. Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free. Future promise, grace me with clear new skies send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries. Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016 Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 232] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-13-2016 09:21 PM Both Willing Victims Of Romance Shall we dance this romantic dance? With moonlight beaming on thy hair Was it fate or just by pure chance, We both found ourselves there? Both willing victims of romance. I shall not lose thee this sweet night When this moment sent me reeling Why does thou shine so very bright, Thy glow radiates love feelings? Thou art my first heavenly sight. Can we find that lost paradise? Open treasure chest with no key. For thee I will pay any price, Begging thy love forth on my knees. Thy charms, ardor does entice. Shall we dance this romantic dance? With moonlight beaming on thy hair Was it fate or just by pure chance, We both found ourselves there? Both willing victims of romance. Robert Lindley Rhyme Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 08 Total # Syllables: 160 Total # Words: 126 OK, THIS STARTED OUT TO BE A SONNET --BUT- MY MUSE HAD OTHER PLANS....I LEARNED LONG AGO NOT TO PISS HER OFF.. Gonna let it stay in this thread as a reminder..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 233] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-14-2016 02:18 PM Temptation Itches On All Living Things Temptation itches on all living things often nobody knows just how it stings, not the icky-glues in its sticky pastes nor the rotten fruits in its wasted wastes. She the vixen nobody could resist her vanishing pleasures - elusive mists, long legs descend from heavenly skies later, such dark pains in lamented cries. Victim once thought to be heavenly bound lost, voiceless, no understandable sound, finds temptress, sexy wares designed to win she that siren alluring to all men. You scratch that itch, risking your own peril, finding wounds that can never be sterile! Robert J. Lindley, 12-14- 2016 For Daniel Turner's , In Your Head Contest 12-14-2016 NOTE- CONTEST REQUIRED THAT A SINGLE VERSE FROM DANIEL'S POEM BE CHOSEN THEN THAT VERSE BE DEVELOPED INTO A POEM -NOT LESS THAN 8 VERSES NOT MORE THAN 16 VERSES. WRITTEN IN ANY POETRY FORM EXCEPT FREE VERSE AND PROSE. I CHOSE THE LAST VERSE AS IT REACHED DEEP WITHIN ME AND MY PAST LIFE. AND CHOSE THE SONNET FORM..-TYR This poem won 4th place... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 234] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-14-2016 11:44 PM The Warrior In My Blood What has happened to the warrior in my blood when did he vanish into this red clay mud? O' the pains I've taken to keep in me the fight and whiskey given up, to keep my sharp eyesight. What has happened to the power in this man when he feels tired and hopes for no stand O' the heartache that cuts so damn deep and the tears splattering, when I now weep. What has happened to fierce fight in my soul when sleeping late is now my cherished goal O' the misery in finding my courage gone and the depths in feeling, so damn alone. What has happened to young spirit I once had and to raw anger that once made me so bad? Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2016 NOTE, INSPIRED BY LISTENING TO TOM PETTY'S SONG A FEW MINUTES AGO, TITLED, " I Won't Back Down"... Folks, I truly do not know if is better for me to be this weak in my happiness. Sometimes I dream of needing that extra power for a great future battle and its not there! And can no longer be summoned! Compared to a 20 something me, I am now a p*ssy...--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 235] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2016 11:00 PM Summer Nights With A Stone-Cold Fox Cool summer night in nineteen seventy-three. She became a goddess to a boy like me. Her long golden locks, hair begging -Please touch! Bite this apple baby, never get too much! Sexy dream that walked in skin tight blue-jeans. Had to have her and that meant by any means. Curves galore, no markings on that pretty box! She was the hottest, a brand new, stone-cold fox! Her shortest shorts, tighter than bark on a tree. Seventies chick, prettiest fish in the sea. With the night birds we sang our deepest tunes! Air was fire-hot, night sky had two full moons! Walked away,tidal waves crashing ashore LEFT BEHIND A BAD BOY, STILL BEGGING FOR MORE! Robert J. Lindley 12-20-2016 Written as requested Kelly Marie. She almost became your aunt. Answering her challenge to write a poem about a 70's stone-cold fox, one of the many that I once knew. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 236] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-31-2016 11:55 PM Dark Spells As a clock running in black circles down Distant stars lighting reddish fairy gowns, Earthen pastures in darkness all aglow, Awaiting dawn's eager cock to thrice crow. Two wagging tails on huge fantastic birds flying with dust stirring African herds, For life in wailing pain must thus this bring, curses spun from magical, hellish ring. Night-winds ill blowing with green, nasty stench coming calamity, sure-fire cinch, Time and Fate conspire with evil blood-lusts removing hope and adding deep the rusts. Dragon pair emerging to life consume. Old hag weaving spells on wicked loom. Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2016 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: 94 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 237] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-02-2017 02:36 PM Youth Cries Out, We Can Rest When We Are Long Dead Out of fleeting shadows, words creep within Out of deep, lonesome blue-nights aches appear Youth chase gaily after pleasures and sins When "forever weather" ahead looks clear. No visions of future hurts fly into view No visions of pains that strip bare the heart Forever away, those payments come due Youth knowing, knows its footloose dance is smart. Where crimson dreams, spring up rainbow splashed lakes Where crimson dreams, color life with purest joy Youth fevers, too hot to ever dare forsake Youth fevers, that always seem to annoy. Great and dear mysteries lay in wait ahead Youth cries out, we can rest when we are long dead! Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2017 Sonnet, Lin 10/11 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 11 10 10 10 0 10 11 11 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 145 Total # Words: 108 -------------------------------------------------------------- I SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH OF THAT. For I lived it for 16 long, wild and fast paced years--18 to 34... In those 16 years, I lived at least 80 years worth. For from age 18, I lived as if I'd never make age 30... A true miracle that I ever did that and 32+ more years, so far.. -- --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 238] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-03-2017 09:59 PM Your Gold Hair Hung Just Right On Your Shoulders You enticed bright moonlight to shine brighter upon your bare shoulders beaming so white. I dreamed of love and held you much tighter memory forever held in my sight. Your gold hair hung just right on your shoulders soft twinkles graced deeply your blue, blue eyes. My racing heart screamed, " you be much bolder" you have enough help from summer skies! You felt my quickened and hotter breathing with gentle touch you said, its alright. This day, Fate decided you are leaving I fight back welling tears with all my might. Your passing, sent my lost world down crashing. Our love, our time, my heart keeps rehashing. Robert J. Lindley, 1-03-2017 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 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Note- Sonnet bug bit me, so I cranked one out before hitting the hay tonight. Had I refused, I would have woke up around 2 A.M. with my Muse cursing me endlessly until I got up to do this task. She bez a wild and vindictive vixen full of piss and vinegar.. :laugh:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 239] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-04-2017 07:39 PM Great Charm In Her Cool Southern Grace All is blessed wonder, sweet time to me tall trees waving in Southern summer wind; there rests happy, where bare feet met cool sea true love and hope's heart just around the bend! My gentle darling back in Atlanta with gold braids in her shining jet-black hair; she was there drinking cold, orange Fanta and slyly gave me that, "come to me stare"! Sea waves sang out and my toes felt the surge HOT SAND TOLD ME TO RACE BACK TO THE SHADE; where her red lips gave me that kissing urge memory found sweet, love she always made! There was great charm in her cool Southern grace fire in her eyes, set her pretty face! 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: 116 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 240] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2017 02:39 PM O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray Not into realms of drought stricken pitfalls Nor in shallow vessels of weakened clay! Stay dear poets, with kindness sent this sad world Keen unto love, hope and mercy's great gifts Pen to let magnificent words be hurled In soul's fine music that cheers and uplifts! O' dear poets, grace us with joyful heart's glee Dance below moon's gleam cast lights thus given For these gifts setting us apart and free Bring us to gates of paradise liven'! O' dear poets, buckle belts, greet all as friend We are waves splashing hope until the end! Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 ---------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- Written today for a contest. I may even dare to enter it , if I can remember which contest at which poetry site I wrote it for! :laugh:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 241] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-07-2017 03:05 PM Old Sailor's Heartfelt Plea To Lost Love Thou hast torn fine sails from anchored ship's mast In harbor previously thought true safe. Thy sudden change has left my heart aghast now thy poison arrows, this body strafe. With thy dark, longbow and its hard flung hits thee hast sent this soul to hellish, black pits. Nay! Thy dread-wrath could not be any worse! Found not, the answer to thy evil curse! With thy words, black skies crushed sweet life from me I beseech, thy raging heart to repent. Join again! Set sail to gentle blue sea Find thou, that mercy can truly be sent! If thou can yet, grasp love now forgotten. Find thee, hateful curse sent ill begotten! Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017 (English sonnet) I prefer this label-- Sonnet, (Classicism flavored) 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 Not for contest.. This was inspired by my reading at my home poetry site, a truly superb (English) sonnet this morn! The artist, caused me to strive to better in my writings. I pray that this humble effort has proven to be a fruitful attempt at that goal... Know this, a great many poets there have me truly amazed at their talent, inspiration kind souls, and giving hearts... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 242] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-07-2017 05:13 PM How In This Racing World Life Balances Out How in this racing world life balances out Lose love, seek thee sincere, find another. World sends hell on thee, watch it turn about Feel alone, hug thy sister or brother! If rains beats hard upon thy weathered brow wait, another day bright sun will reward Fence storm damaged, lost is thy lone milk cow read solace words from thy favorite bard! When home is too crowded and far too loud yard is overgrown and thy best axe broke. Wait future days, when those kids make you proud YOUR TEARS FLOW AND YOUR CRACKING VOICE WILL CHOKE! So friend, in the end it all balances out Hold tight loved family, sing with a shout! Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017 Sonnet Ten Syllables. 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 Note- Got the urge to compose one more sonnet today. Sitting here with a yard full of snow, drinking hot chocolate and thanking my blessings...... I pray such blessed and soothing times for thee one and all....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 243] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-11-2017 11:09 AM A Southern Man Proud And True There was truest Southern red-blood in his veins Left this world with its darkness, dirty stains A Southern man, born ready, bred to fight Hard at work by day yet tender at night In old age he found few needs for amends Those he made were to family and friends A lover of hope and sweet Southern dawns Loved Nature and sight of new speckled fawns Biggest heart ever, worn on his long sleeve Lover of life, restarts each New Year's eve Once healed of daggers, plunged to the hilt Having known dark and hate he had some guilt Never claimed perfect by any degree Standing tall, proud, handsome and boldly free Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016 Sonnet. Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 ---------------------------- --------------------------- Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity. I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday). So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 244] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 12:12 PM A Southern Man Proud And True There was truest Southern red-blood in his veins Left this world with its darkness, dirty stains A Southern man, born ready, bred to fight Hard at work by day yet tender at night In old age he found few needs for amends Those he made were to family and friends A lover of hope and sweet Southern dawns Loved Nature and sight of new speckled fawns Biggest heart ever, worn on his long sleeve Lover of life, restarts each New Year's eve Once healed of daggers, plunged to the hilt Having known dark and hate he had some guilt Never claimed perfect by any degree Standing tall, proud, handsome and boldly free Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016 Sonnet. Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 ---------------------------- --------------------------- Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity. I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday). So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr This poem is a Masterpiece. Bravo! :clap: The underlined especially fascinated me. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 245] Author : jimnyc Date : 01-11-2017 06:31 PM Note- After having recently been made aware of the death of my close friend, I began contemplating life and its brevity. I saw the greatest tragedy in my life, when at age 15 years old, I witnessed my father dying from cancer(he was 68 and died on morning of his birthday). So I wrote this poem this morn, about my father and with my deceased friend in mind as my friend was himself, Southern born and bred.-Tyr Sorry, Tyr. :( Sometimes sadness and tragedy leads to very good writing. It has a way of changing how one thinks and looks at things, and of course drawing out emotions and memories. I wish I could write like you sometimes. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 246] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 06:42 PM Sorry, Tyr. :( Sometimes sadness and tragedy leads to very good writing. It has a way of changing how one thinks and looks at things, and of course drawing out emotions and memories. I wish I could write like you sometimes. I would like to add something. Only some of those who have a hurting Soul and a bleeding Heart are granted a talent to write poems. And Robert is a one of these Luckiest Men who are carrying this heavy Cross. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 247] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-11-2017 07:54 PM I would like to add something. Only some of those who have a hurting Soul and a bleeding Heart are granted a talent to write poems. And Robert is a one of these Luckiest Men who are carrying this heavy Cross. My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks. This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death.. How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 248] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 08:26 PM My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks. This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death.. How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr Unfortunately this is the Nature of our life. It is very difficult to be through it, but this is a Life. The real, unbearable grief is when you bury your own children. God forbid anyone to experience it. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 249] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 08:36 PM My friend, you are very perceptive and wise methinks. This soul has never stopped hurting since my father's death.. How could it, I lost the entire world and all my future that tragic day?-Tyr I am very happy that I have a chance to speak with you and some others from this board. It is a great help for me to understand nowadays Americans, in addition to my personal experience when I worked in your country and came across and got acquainted with many Americans of that time. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 250] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-14-2017 01:44 PM If Thee Would But Remember Me, Remember Me If Thee Would But Remember Me, Remember Me Remember me to your children and newfound friends moments of hope hold my imaginary hand. We were raving dancers breaking out with new trends our romantic death I could never understand. If my loss, caused you to make much needed amends Remember me to your children and newfound friends. In shadows that gather upon that high plateau moments you feel dawn's soft breeze that reminds of me We were singers in life's grandest parade, we two bare footed, fantastic lovers and so care free If my loss, caused you to make much needed amends Remember me to your children and newfound friends. Remember me, remember as deep, cool night winds Remember me to your children and newfound friends Robert J. Lindley, 1-14-2017 Sonnet, Lin 12/12 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 118 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 251] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-17-2017 05:09 PM As Did Our Beautiful, Dearest Mothers Life should not be about hiding from storms far better, learn to dance in pouring rains. For your feet moving has its happy charms which embraced may remove your blue-felt pains. When future dark winds arrive to ill blow set hardened hands to withstand the results. If winter's beauty brings too heavy snow SUCH MAY HIT LIKE STONES TOSSED FROM CATAPULTS! Life should be more about honest living time spent sharing love and song with others. For this one must set true heart to giving as did our beautiful, dearest mothers! In this life, if blessed we get to choose do so with blind hearts, you too often lose! Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2016 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: 109 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 252] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-19-2017 10:51 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 253] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-21-2017 08:33 PM What In Life, Can We Truly Ever Hold What of life, brings us such great thrilling calls Weeks dancing about, floating on cloud nine Remember as children huge red beach balls And ice cream eating, strawberry was fine! Why does time, take away more than it gives Starting with loved family and dear pets Could it be, that life devours as it lives And we wrongly try to cover all bets! Remember when jukebox songs cost a dime Double header movies just fifty cents Back when we had more joy and far less crime Time was plentiful, so easily spent! What in life, can we truly ever hold Other than memories when we grow old! Robert J. Lindley, 1-21-2017 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: 107 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 254] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-25-2017 11:41 AM A Sonnet On Pompous Poet Critics When evil green-eyed monster sights you in you may suddenly find, having less friends. Sure, only just another day's slow pace No, some jerks hit, but never face to face. Let a poet, in truthful words speak out, wicked stabs come silent, with not a shout. Curse cold snobbery of pompous elite walking on four rather than on two feet. I will speak bold truth in poetic words their edicts, just more garbage for the birds In my anger I write about those fools truth is, they are just shallow, witless tools! When evil green-eyed monster, sinks its teeth Walk the high road, not the dark one beneath. Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2017 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- Arrogance and jealous ego go hand in hand. Never seen greater than in certain poets, that dare to set terms , demand adoration that others must follow-or else they plot and stab from hidden places. Never considering the truth, depth and quality of the poems of poets they target.. This sorry treatment, some few have done to a very dear friend of mine, a poetess that writes magnificently! I beg her to give me their names but she refuses to do so- not wanting me to get harmed because of her troubles. Sorry little shallow people in their fantasy filled, self-aggrandized world.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 255] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-13-2017 09:31 PM Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays Once lost, what hell else better have you got? Two broken feet, treading on molded rot Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse More the worst for darker world to abuse! Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones Take rare days, to thy colder heart amuse Let not Fate's handmaidens force thee to choose! Once lost, what hell else better have you got? Than skin and teeth, sad memories to trot Best thee, look for better weapons to use When life seeks only early death to use! Yet walk thee, into dawn's sweet renewing rays Faith in saving face of Hope, always pays! Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017 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 Note: Struggled today to not write, but my muse cut for blood, until the pain demanded an answer. Tis not as bad as it may sound, as healing forces me to walk away from the new darkness that my weaker soul seeks to accustom itself... Thus the birth of this dark and somber sonnet.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 256] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-14-2017 05:12 PM Her Beauty Glimmered Before Meadow Flowers Died Her beauty glimmered before meadow flowers died I saw her, night her golden tears fell as she cried Blossoms fell to grace ravenously her bare feet With her by his side, no man could know sad defeat Only time could lessen her magnificent glow Her touch equal to all Spring's bounty could sow Golden relief sprung up from her beautiful gaze She the treasure only a true angel could raise Now lost memories attempt to dim her soft kiss Her gentle laugh my sad soul shall forever miss Why we parted, tis now within a dark black haze My sad-dreams now lose her in midnight's deepest maze Her beauty glimmered before meadow flowers died I saw her, night her golden tears fell as she cried Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2017 Sonnet, Lin 12/12. Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 144 Total # Words: 107 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 257] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-17-2017 10:23 AM As Ye Seek, So Shall Poetry Send In Measure Alas! Set aside not poetry and its worth, With lower thoughts and wickedest gleam in thine eyes Look thee to great clowns and court jesters for thy mirth And moonlit serenades, from majestic skies! Where truest Poetry sends, joy to thy seeking mind, Let deeper knowledge walk with thee in faithful tune Allow not great ignorance to thy soul thus bind Thy heart to shallow words, as if they are great boon! Rejoice! If thy soul finds poetry a fine gift For thy true, searching heart will seek out all the more Its most treasured words presented to thee to uplift Enter thy spirit through poetry's golden door! Alas! Abandon not poems and their treasure As ye seek, so shall poetry send in measure! Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2017 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: 124 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 258] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-22-2017 10:38 PM Claiming Fate, Dark Fate Gifts, His Sad Afflictions They forced him, build sandcastles on barren beaches They were his addictions, those beautiful leeches Saw his false shadows, like hell he resented it Ripped his true heart each damn time he presented it Fat with soul-wrecking love, they bleached his weary bones Nights he was weak, begging please, for their dark tones Each new dawn, he swore oaths to send them far away And backed down, when angry echoes came back to play When he fought back, razor teeth ate into his brain Until his aching soul, broke from their blackest strain They clung to him like sweat on a hot, hot June day Even if he tried, he could not send them away Giving up, he surrendered to drug addictions Claiming Fate, dark Fate gifts, his sad afflictions R.J. Lindley, Sept 10th, 1976 Sonnet Old Note- Deleted. New Note. Written shortly after a good friend drove his car into a tree, dying that night. We never knew for sure but they said he did it on purpose. I saw him the week before at a wild party. He asked me, would I come to his funeral if he died. I laughed and said, " sure I would, to tell you to pay me that 60 bucks you owe me ..... One just never knows, the depth of pain some are in.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 259] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-23-2017 05:31 PM Leave This Sad Heart, I Can Take No More Pain Vastness of blue skies, called forth depths of this soul Past times, sad cries, images engraved into my mind O' misery, emitting from that huge black hole Life tis now pitting, dear joy against heart now blind. Blinded by memories, thoughts in darkest sad blues Tragic shock to now find, false tales in my gold Should have known should have seen the sad, terrible clues A damn wicked thing, to only see when too old. There once was glory, in those past radiant dreams There twas magic, in those loves that went so damn wrong Ah, but Fate and Love both do so wickedly scheme Far more than enough to break this spirit so strong. Alas! That truth that I honored and cherished so. Now rages with desires to destroy my last goal! Robert Lindley, Nov, 19th, 1991 Old Note: I may survive this but its gonna leave one damn big scar. New Note: I see and feel that scar every damn day. Time to bring this out of my private writes and perhaps cleanse it to get relief. Never think, that I have not endured the deepest depths of epic pain..... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 260] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-24-2017 03:32 PM When Mother Nature Heals A Broken Soul Walk in Nature, to give it a visit stroll its epic beauty, maybe kiss it Touch ancient trees, rest in coolest shades purge my saddened heart with deep forest raids Don't tell my blue-shadow for it would cry thinking it had failed not knowing the why Pretending each path, journey into dreams fleeing fish swimming in clearest of streams As sun shines, see glory's majestic hues find over again, those welcoming clues Sing out loud, Mother Nature please, please bring soft, joyous views to destroy heartache's sting Sit in palaces of fallen red oak leaves Heal this, my aching soul, as it slow grieves. Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2017 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 Note- Came out in a mad rush. This gift , found today, a sweet and bright day. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 261] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2017 03:44 PM Hold This Saving Knowledge Close To Thy Breast Thy solace lies in finding love's treasures Gifts far greater than pleasures in greed's lust If found such gleaming pearls do not measure For such eager desires show lack of trust Hold thy heart, in white clouds fast streaming by With wisdom gained, thy path may thus unfold In vapor trails gracing dawn's newborn sky Into paradise where Love is not sold Walk thee, in sacred halls where Love 's truth sought With thy renewed soul and glad, lightened heart Be thee given, if only faith was brought Paradise there, tis not on any chart Hold this saving knowledge close to thy breast Embrace faith and love, God will do the rest Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 262] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-11-2017 03:47 PM When A Very Angry Muse Dares To Speak So you compose and think to fill my shoes Your feeble dream, you think yourself my muse Sad, as a writer you seek without clues Tis, I your muse paying the heavy dues! When you beautiful wife gives you great praise You embrace it in a false, shallow craze Without my help you'd be lost in a maze Abandon now, this your false glory phase. These words your poetic hand now scribes Clearly sent forth by way of my great vibes I hold only membership in Muse tribe As Caissa rejects your pitiful bribes! I, your ruling muse, now tell you to cease. Holding glory for words from my release! The scribe, and co-writer , R.J. Lindley Sonnet April 17th, 1974 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 263] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-12-2017 01:02 PM Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls Shall I race into paradise, my dreams Breeze into another world of thy love O' that it was as easy as it seems When prayers are answered from heaven above There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name Await radiance of thy arrival I fear, my darling, would not be the same For truth in our love is its survival Thus I will find another way to thee Tho' it may cost me my life and my all In that serenity rests Love's true tree Awaiting but the echoes of our call Shall I race into paradise, my dreams O' that it was as easy as it seems March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 94 Note- Written this day for a new contest..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 264] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-12-2017 01:54 PM Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls Shall I race into paradise, my dreams Breeze into another world of thy love O' that it was as easy as it seems When prayers are answered from heaven above There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name Await radiance of thy arrival I fear, my darling, would not be the same For truth in our love is its survival Thus I will find another way to thee Tho' it may cost me my life and my all In that serenity rests Love's true tree Awaiting but the echoes of our call Shall I race into paradise, my dreams O' that it was as easy as it seems March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 94 Note- Written this day for a new contest..-Tyr After reading again the contest requirements, I had to drastically edit the original poem. This is only the 4th time in a bit over four years that I have done so- as usually , I just post my poem -ignoring the contest. However, I am good friends with the sponsor , having collaborated with her a couple times- thus want to enter her contest--since is required--no author's name be on the poem that is entered ! Here is the poem now entered. And trust me on this , the contest requirements met caused it to be less in quality over that of the original poem first presented, IMHO.--Tyr ******************************************* Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls Awaiting But The Echoes Of Our Calls (Boracay, Famous Resort, Philippines) Shall we race to paradise with our dreams Breeze into another world with our love O' that it was easier than it seems If prayers are answered from heaven above There my dear, shall I call out thy sweet name Embracing Hope's gift on our arrival Yet my fear, darling, would not be the same For truth is in our love, its survival I will find another way for we three We together, all that matters at all In serenity, find we Love's true tree Awaiting but clear echoes of our call Life in Boracay paradise, as in our plans There on its white beaches, working on our tans March 12, 2017 for Nicola Byrne's : Where I Want to Go Contest Boracay Resort, Philippines Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 265] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-14-2017 08:23 AM The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain The scars of life unveil the weight of lies, lest it be the torment of moral sin, wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries of love’s deceit as heartless notions win. The evil whims of wicked fancy shows no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds which turns the morbid sorrow into hate. In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost, oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations, as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost human frailties blind truth's revelations. Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain remains the deepest depths of epic pain. 3-14- 2017 T.J Grén & Robert Lindley Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén. Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 266] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-17-2017 07:11 PM For They Had Deep Faith And True Loving Hearts Snow was seven feet deep, it was still falling Life was brutal and crying for frozen feet Grandfather heard echoes miles away calling He starving alone, nothing at all to eat Settler's cabin ahead was his saving grace For he knew in faith, they had good Christian souls With faith filled love for those of his redskin race True mercy, helping others their cherished goals With no memory of how he had made it His failing legs got him to that cabin door Through snowdrifts, not knowing how he had made it A miracle, he had prayed for nothing more Suddenly, safe inside, cheerfully greeted With warm food and their sincere prayers repeated Robert J. Lindley, 3-17-2017 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: 111 Note: True story, as we were told by our Indian grandfather and our mother. A brief narrative written in short, sonnet form, telling of how my Indian grandfather, Julius Parks, was once saved from freezing to death in a brutally cold and massive winter storm, by a Christian family living deep in the woods.. He would finish the story by telling us, kids those people are in HEAVEN RIGHT NOW. FOR THEY HAD DEEP FAITH AND TRUE LOVING HEARTS!!!! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 267] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-19-2017 03:16 PM Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine (by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley) Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning, I held you so close and the world was mine, we shared our love as the day was dawning, I drank from your goblet, our love divine. Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts, precious, very precious our love-held Time. We had it all and all that bliss imparts, our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime. Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed, love was our journey a heaven divine, now in our hearts memories we replay, Love in our summer that ever did shine. May forever, dawns wake us together. In true depths of love, bid us fair weather. Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration. Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet.. Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to .. Any time my friend... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 268] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-21-2017 04:03 PM Transition From Deep Dark To Brightest Light (Chained Sonnet--100 words) Within dreams sent into this world of shades shades full of heartaches and long slashing blades blades severing sleeping rest on soft nights nights of diminished hope and sharpest pains. Pains of death at this sad door now knocking knocking that promise evil in the flesh flesh burnt hot, flayed back exposing raw nerves nerves once made of black iron and hard steel. Steel born of ancient warrior's deepest pride pride in truth, honoring family name name reminding one of future promise promise of blessings and rewarded fame. Fame's generosity and greater love Love pure, in serving only God above Robert J. Lindley 3-21-2017 Chained sonnet-- and in 100 words Note- This is my first chained sonnet, theme is the transitioning from Dark to Light. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 100 Note- This sonnet was inspired by my reading this morn a truly magnificent chained sonnet written by my great friend Teppo Gren. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 269] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-26-2017 05:24 PM Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea rip-roaring splashes, sing softly to me. Under starlit heavens, big yellow moon Our fleeting lives vanish far, far too soon! Where waiting sands absorb bold, mighty waves further out lay, lost ships and lone sea graves. Yet sadness can not diminish this view Or hide the spot where I proposed to you! I see again, star glow in your bright eyes and hear that quick yes and your happy cries. My darling, in this, our sweet tale lays bound unbreakable vows, true love we both found! Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea rip-roaring splashes, remind me of thee! Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017 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 270] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-28-2017 05:21 AM With Beauty Greater Than A Peacock's Preen Of all the great new dawns, Spring gifts the best With sunbeams racing to glisten new green. In all of Nature, she survives each test With beauty greater than a peacock's preen. Thy teeming wildlife, most welcomed minions O' friend, thy gifts sing in so many ways. With sweet Hope and Truth thy bold companions From day's promise to final ending rays. When new grass sings its highest gracing songs Thy miracle, telling this world to bow. Thy birth, taught all that all truly belongs To the whole, future promise and the now. Of all the great new dawns, Spring takes the cake. Why not celebrate each, for goodness sake? Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 110 Note-- Once, many centuries ago, it now seems. Life begged to be nurtured and loved. Now what treasure looking back at clear streams. With thoughts of fantasy flying in blue skies above. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 271] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2017 04:18 PM Where Sky Begs To Touch Paradise Grounds Sun beams down, flower blossoms open wide Nature's artistry in its glory and pride Where fair pools trickle forth into clear streams Nature sings in rhythm with sun warming beams Flows beauty, sparkled splash of rainbow trout Listen with inner ear, hear each joyous shout Spy above, jumping life in green-clad trees Walk meadows wide-spread colors, with busy bees With epic delight wade into cool brooks To feel wade, can not be felt by reading books Nothing measures up to Nature's splendor Be grateful, with praise be an open sender Where sky begs to touch paradise grounds Nature joins the two and happily surrounds Robert J. Lindley, 3-31-2017 Sonnet, LIN 10/11 Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 Total # Syllables: 147 Total # Words: 104 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 272] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-06-2017 01:52 PM I started this sonnet last month, finally stopped being lazy and finished it today.. Rare for me to leave sonnets unfinished and I can not remember why I left this one about half complete.. Now that it is finished, I can only hope it may bring something positive/inspirational to its readers..-Tyr The Old Man, In Sight Of White Foaming Sea Of its beauty the old man was quite fond breadth and depth of that massive ancient pond Great sea rolling with its foaming white turf behemoths on which daring young men surf Old man sitting on favorite low hill gazed down at sandy beach feeling that thrill To be young with ice waters in his veins rather than so lost in his daily pains Brief moment, his heart saw young love again with carefree life, no worries about sin O' what gambles his heart would again take but never her true love, would he forsake As red-sun set, one final look taken at first love, for his wife, now forsaken Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 273] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-13-2017 10:44 AM Death Taps Gently, Reminding Us Of Our Mortality Forty years have flown by; as a brief sigh busy years, full of hustle bustle and joy. Yes, friends old age says end is near and nigh I look back to my happy times as a young boy. The magic of golden silence in wooded glens soft whispers of clumps of swaying pines. Blessed days spent with beloved family and friends delicious meals, celebrated with the best wines. Living in this land that gift wondrous scenes watching night skies speak to heart and soul. O'the wonders of love's mysteries explored in my teens always lusting for that most elusive goal. Again, great mystery begs its final call. It is now late winter, far flung from last Fall. Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2017 Sonnet, on life, memory and death -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 274] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-15-2017 04:15 PM When Darkness Came, We Ignored Its Powers When red-dust turns into solid hard stone my words and I shall be content alone. Grieve thee not for my long sad solitude once I danced with happy multitude. Then my muse embraced me with dear sweet love now I want touch of her velvet glove. Now I find darkness, her in binding chains drought consumes me, decades no needed rains. When darkness came, we ignored its powers now dying of thirst we pray for showers. Alas! No longer does my dear muse cry at the black and O' so foreboding sky. Will my poetic words dare stand alone? When this mortal flesh is long dead and gone? Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2017 For a new contest, written to meet the theme and specific requirements made by the contest sponsor. Only because she is a good friend and a very talented poet do I SO LIMIT MY freedom of choice in writing. 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 275] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-21-2017 04:16 PM .... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 276] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2017 10:44 AM Was New Dawn, He Woke Amidst Newborn Rays Was new dawn, he woke amidst newborn rays an old timer and deep woods were his home. Air chilly, he kneels and quietly prays, For Nature's gift and no more need to roam. Rising he sees new sun, feels its new shine drinks, sweet cool water from clear flowing stream. In joy, he wonders why life is so fine as to bless his soul with this treasured dream. To walk and talk in Nature's paradise his furry friends scampering all about. Song birds flew to eat his first, wild grown rice each new color and sound a joyful shout. Night came, slowly taking its welcomed place, at peace he slept with broad smile on his face. Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2017 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: 116 ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, had to try to saddle up to write.. Easiest for me would be the sonnet form(my favorite) on my favorite subject the deep woods, Nature and mankind's relationship with its beauty and divinely given gifts.. My muse still fled, was nowhere to be found. I trudged into this alone. Once done, I saw that my own words (as oft happens) needed not her advice or censor!- ;)-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 277] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-25-2017 09:14 PM In Land of the Blind, Children Are Taught Hate In Land of the Blind, song-birds are muted, trees are small, thorny and never fruited. Hate and indifference race hand in hand, in deep chasms in Eternal night land. In Land of the Blind, clashing clouds ooze pain everything smells of evil's wretched stain. Wells are filled with filthy creatures and slime goodness is sweet victory in hate crimes. In Land of the Blind, children are taught Hate vengeance the law, decreed by wicked Fate. Ground is broken glass to cut out all love no saving grace allowed from God Above. In Land of the Blind, all are sad, lost souls, envy and rabid hate are daily goals. Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2017 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 Note- Land of the Blind, term is based upon hatred being blind, in no way connected to those truly blind due to lack of eyesight. Tis a sad and dark mental condition not a physical one... As a child, my dog was deliberately ran over by a guy that was consumed with such epic and fierce hatred of dogs(later he did this all his life--kill dogs).... Recently I found out that he died about 15 year ago--lonely without a friend in this world and racked with pain due to a lengthy malignant illness. KARMA?? SOME WALK THIS EARTH ON A DARK AND WICKED PATH UNTIL THE LONG-SHADOW MEETS THEM, SAD BUT TRUE.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 278] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-30-2017 08:39 AM Now As Midnight Strikes Its Late Sounding Note Yet again, this aching lost soul cries out down in dark valleys of vengeful despair. No longer does spirit roar and joy shout since Fate decided we are not a pair. Oceans no longer send forth gentle waves or dare provide their epic scenic views. My love, we are lost in sad living graves deprived of our romantic right to choose. Now as midnight strikes its late sounding note my heart feels lonely by its slashing knives. Passionately kiss last letter you wrote and pray for love's renewal in our lives. Far off, upon paradise's sweetest shore I see us, happily walking once more. R.J. Lindley, June 11th , 1999 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 279] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-05-2017 12:04 PM When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone Today my sad spirit rides long dark rails as massive storms lash and churn great blue seas Lost in deepest of blues, Hope's sweet hand fails as I crash on broken and jagged trees. Far beneath a once great and mighty perch as Achille's fate approaches my life I recall divine words from father's church "seek thee, love in our dear Lord, during strife"! I crawl in forests dark, wickedly deep smell of evil, death and destruction burns I cry for safety and warm place to sleep relief from broken heart's many returns. Where hides Light's most beautiful saving rays Dusk comes, no help for man that falls and prays! Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 110 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 280] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-11-2017 08:34 AM Drink Thee, Cool Water From Hope's Bright, Clear Streams Hope soars so far above earth's highest peak miracles given the strong and the weak. Rest thy weary soul in Hope's dear reprieves not in man's vanity that so deceives. In Love and Mercy's realms, Hope's truth resides maintain thee faith to make colossal strides. Obey thy heart, hold true to thy sweet dreams drink thee, cool water from Hope's bright, clear streams. Look forward in that O' so brilliant Light walk thee not in blindness of despair's night. In heart's deep desire, rests Hope's great treasure by deep faith, receive thy fullest measure. With candle lit, fear not night and dark pain. On that true path, Hope will always remain. Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2017 Sonnet (Number 4 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series) 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 281] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2017 08:48 AM When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts Our secret pond laughing and wading there our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine. That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine. Summer came, we forgot about that fright for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss. Dancing our days, romancing through each night darling, that and so much more I so miss. With no saving miracle, our joy lost we in our great love soared too long, too high. We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost now our hearts find only sad, empty sky. Such memories although old and faded reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded. Robert J. Lindley Sonnet (Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series) 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 Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure... For omission brings such tragic costs. Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path. For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth.... This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight. I deliberately did not use the word hope in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS. The six sonnet on Hope is the one I am now living with my wonderful family. As it is Hope realized and held ever so firm.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 282] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-16-2017 05:02 PM Heaven Was Now Empty, Nothing Above An old cobbler, with nails, soles and new shoes Who could have guessed his deep, malignant blues? Sign on his shop, "welcome all, come on in" Happy to serve you and be your new friend. With his old weathered hands and long grey hair Voice spoke gentle but one felt sad pain there Fire took his family, his true love Heaven was now empty, nothing above. Days he hammered in nails, new "soles" put on What could he do, when his was sadly gone? Heavy heart, he put up his clever veil Hiding from all, his miserable hell Why had Fate taken wife and child away Over each new pair, cobbler cries and prays. R.J. Lindley Feb.24th, 1987 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 114 Note- Written about an old man my father knew well , an old cobbler that had lost his young wife and daughter in a house fire(many decades before) while he was in the hospital due to a car accident.... I still remember those sad, sad eyes. And even as a child of eight I could hear the sadness in his voice and see the veil he put up! I was fourteen years old when my father told me about why the old cobbler was so sad and had been that way for over 43 years.... FOURTEEN YEARS OLD, MY DAD DIED THE NEXT YEAR AND I FOUND OUT WHY THE OLD COBBLER LIVED IN THE SADDEST WORLD KNOWN TO MAN.. Now I know, my father was preparing me for his own death and saying to me, that one can survive despite even the deepest sadness known to man. One must go on living..... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 283] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-20-2017 03:04 PM Sorry. I have been sick these last few days and not writing or caring about anything at all. Seems recovering from my mother's death will take a long time... As I find myself thrown back into bouts of saddest depressions. I wrote this poem today after a mail from one of my dearest poet finds and considering the words he said. His, "Get thee back up and write! Get back in the saddle and leave some dust as you fly." Show this sad world the light and let them see poetry, truth given and the why... I drank a large cup of coffee with three good shots of whiskey in it and sat down to write this piece. Hope you may enjoy..-Tyr http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ Be Not Tempted By Gold's Glittering Brights Where couldst man find rest when heart has deceived loved ones he wouldst happily give his all, whilst on dark paths, false laurels thus received profits only fools under fallen walls! Shadows presenting wicked and false lights can oft penetrate even truest of hearts, find only false moons on blackest of nights sailing on festered seas with lying charts! Hold firm sweet truth, know its blessings are fair life is far more than wealth gotten with schemes, its love and family with friends to share treasures and bounty from realized dreams! Be not tempted by gold's glittering brights. Embracing such greed brings saddest of plights. Robert J. Lindley, 5-20-2017 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: 105 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 284] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-06-2017 11:48 AM http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ This Day, Greatest Losses, Blood Soaked Sands Day to remember, honor for its gain loss reminds us never, never again. Neptune shook the sea, watched cannons fire sandy beach blown apart, war's raging ire. Courage, grit, sand, water, death and red-blood ahead lay bloody roads and blood soaked mud. D- Day, sacrifices where took heavy tolls soldiers knew and thought that is how it rolls. Beach, water and death with dark blood soaked sand courage embraced to take back all that land. On and on they came, rushing, dying waves war had its feast, that feast it always craves. Great loss, but victory is rarely free they died to save all, all and you and me! Robert J. Lindley, June 6th,2017 Sonnet, dedicated to heroes that fought and that died on D-Day. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 285] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-10-2017 11:44 AM Weary Of Mind, Sad Fancies Loom Quite Large Weary of mind, sad fancies loom quite large Against innocence, many a false charge. That not controlled often falls to wicked blades With darkness dancing in false lit charades. Those hearts so bruised, find no saving relief Anguish in black-caverns of deepest grief. Where daunting night skies rain down epic pain Fates darkest powers nothing can restrain. Fate and its dark destinies have such powers Man finds such sorrow in its midnight hours. Yet one must live, to live on and be free Fate's weapons, far greater than you and me. Yet even Fate yields to One great power That gives rain and blessings both in showers. Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2017 Sonnet http://www.lindleypoetry.com/ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 286] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-13-2017 02:14 PM Granted Power, Black Hearts Lie And Steal For Gain He in darkness walked unholy miles, with false steps clinging to his golden shoes. Not without his great wit and clever wiles plied he evil schemes as his wealth accrues. The people's man, so his admirers said, politician that felt their epic pains. If they knew, sins in his black-heart and head they would see clearly, evil that so stains. Given power, he stole from weak and poor corruption came to him as mother's milk. With greed and lust he pined for so much more as is the way of devils and such ilk. Corruption and politics were his game. Blind followers gave him both wealth and fame. Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017 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- Sound condemnation of those greedy, corrupt souls that in so-called serving we the people, actually only serve themselves. Guilt lies with such scheming devils regardless of Party and self-made glowing yet false images...-Tyr ********************************************************************************** Dark Oblivion Once Entered Makes No Sound His soul walked streets of oblivion, banshee wailing for merciful reprieve. On broken altars, deep cracked pavilions, pain laden, refused to properly grieve. Years long past his bright stars had all fallen, his love had somehow just melted away. Some long nights he heard her lost love calling and only then would he, for his death pray! Down graveyard street was his home awaiting lone, fallen tombstone his most cherished guest. Midnight talks, he and they start debating which night he should force his eternal rest! Now silent tombstone rests on fresh turned ground. Oblivion once entered makes no sound. Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017 Sonnet- ( Love lost and death welcomed) 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 Hit my one hundred word goal without editing and managed to write this, my fourth poem today.. Not celebrating just yet but taking note.. This has been a truly great new day for me... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 287] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-14-2017 10:35 AM As We Slumbered, Cat Laying On Our Feet As we slumbered, cat laying on our feet in sweet dreams my angel, again we meet We walked meadows heavenly and fair you with dancing breeze blowing your dark hair. Down into scenic valley far below we flew, racing toward new fallen snow You laughing loud at my lagging behind knowing, depth of our true love we will find. Walking bright forest in soft, snowy white our future set, our lives so very bright, We kiss one last time before we both wake vowing our true love, never to forsake. With lips last touch we bid sweet adieu wake to sail this world, together we two. Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2017 Sonnet (Memories and Dreams held Dear) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 288] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-16-2017 10:16 AM Beg Again Morn's Softest Release Crashing words, haunt my woeful head raining down, in splattering display. I beg for, morn's sweet silence instead but find tattered echoes this day. Flooding thoughts, soak my heart and soul purple colors racing in my veins. I fear worse, emptiness its great toll dead silence and its deeper pains. Beg, again morn's softest release whispers delivered in rhythmic hues. I rise, cooking our fresh eggs in grease ponder deeply my other dues. Morn's favor, dawn's first new light each day Rise with me, our love is here to stay. Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017 Sonnet, (LIN 8,9,9,8) (Crashing words, flooding thoughts, beg morn's favor) Syllables Per Line: 8 9 9 8 0 8 9 9 8 0 8 9 9 8 0 9 9 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 90 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 289] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-18-2017 11:31 PM When Found, Persistence Is The Only Key He beat on the massive stone wall in vain scratched until his fingers on both hands bled Let grief and it all out, did not restrain in deepest sorrows even tears were shed. Their dark prison held his soul firmly chained they that smiled with clever betraying acts Yet, in his kind heart honor he maintained fighting great darkness with well proven facts. Yet stone holds strong in its greatest powers with blackest magic from deep melted earth Above lords laugh in ivory towers gods of vanity and wine drunken mirth. Arrogance, greed and sick lusts birth blight Stone will crack, be it some day or some night. Robert Lindley, 6-18-2017 Sonnet, ( Never stop fighting those that oppress) 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 290] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2017 06:23 PM Could Her Gaze Find You, Lost In That Abyss If all life trudged forth, uphill and alone, every leaf fell, hit you hard as a stone. Could joy and love ever heal such sad pain when all was lost and nothing was to gain? If hours were months of solitude and aches life delighted in misery it makes. Could happiness and love ever be found music ever be but sorrowful sound? If every nightmare brought more and stabbed deep eyes shut, even then you tried not to sleep. Could her gaze find you, lost in that abyss or that great promise live, of her first kiss? If you had no hope and all was dark night would against dark Fate you rise up and fight? Robert J. Lindley, 6-27-2017 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: 116 *********************************************************** I WROTE THIS FOR A CONTEST, WILL WAIT A FEW DAYS TO SEE IF IT NEEDS EDITING MORE AND PERHAPS EVEN ENTER IT..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 291] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-01-2017 10:28 AM Stand In Life Or Dream Upon Mountain Crest Happiness in tune, could one ask for more, Than heart bursting with peace, joyous spirit And sweet love resting true, on golden shore Echoes of morn's song, grateful to hear it. Spring itself, can embrace your needed rest With new and glowing life, color to feel. Stand in life or dream upon mountain crest Nature offers beauty, truth surreal. Soul is content, love remains truly strong Each day, music fills the welcoming air. Enjoy, no need to try to sing along For blessings have come with life truly fair. Life and love streams flow around many bends. Love truly deep, for one day its path ends. Robert J. Lindley, 7-01-2017 Sonnet-( Life, Love, Happiness ) 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 292] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-04-2017 01:49 PM Should Your Misery Find Paradise Steps Broken Should your misery find paradise steps broken blank skies, courageous words no longer spoken. Take greater heed to your own sad and long silence what part it plays in our world's current violence. Speak true, voice out loud and ink down with glowing pen leave not your part to lost and indifferent men. Walk new path, be not afraid to turn over stones find Art, Life, History- perhaps get off your phones. This day, with braver heart change from your current course enter the fray, ride a faster and better horse. Summon anew those dreams and future hopes long past pave your road with solid stones to forever last. When this dark, evil world depends on your silence. Step forth, speak out, to end the widespread violence. Robert J. Lindley, 7-04-2017 (Sonnet in Twelve) (Poetry for Peace) Note- Change begins in the human heart before it can spread to defeat darkness and apathy.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 293] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2017 02:08 PM When Even The Lion King Meets His Fate Soon as he mastered lion's mighty roar Boldly through this dark, evil world he tread Never enough, forever seeking more Never loved, always greatly feared instead. Proud he stood but alone his heart did feel It seemed black ravens were his only friends His vanquished victims they would slowly peel his friends yet they too would only pretend. Decades flew by his greatest powers waned He saw too, how he had seen others end Now slow, crippled body, everything pained Soon he knew true, Fate was never his friend. Too old to flee, too weak to again roar Laid there as buzzards through his body tore. Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2017 Sonnet,(Nature and its Savagery) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total# Words: 106 Note-- Written with contest in mind and I may even enter this one.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 294] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-25-2017 09:42 PM Yet There Be Great Peace And Quiet There Yet there be great peace and quiet there just beyond meadows fair World revolts, I long not to care my solitude I do not share As ill winds besiege a fallen spirit Sweet calm, I feel near it Afternoon doves speaking I hear it there - tis nothing- do I fear it My oasis, my hidden abode relaxing, drop my heavy load Sorrow upon this weary road selfish me, or so I am told Yet there be great peace and quiet there Yet there be great peace and quiet there Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017 Sonnet (Nature, a hidden sanctuary found) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 295] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-26-2017 10:53 AM Welcoming Stars Parade In Soft Blue Eyes Welcoming stars parade in soft blue eyes festive beacons of heart's grace and desires In principle, this world's dark she denies destroying evil by her love's fires. Her light sheen radiates galactic hues immense in their depth of sweet paradise Yet Time and Fate will demand their great dues where death will always be the sacrifice. How this old soul dreads such a tragic day pray its own demise before her time ends She and our love anything I would pay for within deepest love, we are fast friends. I wait, Fate's decree, its deciding choice With sincere words, write to give lasting voice. Robert J. Lindley, 4-22--2016 ********************************************** Calm The Moment Dewdrops rest on ripened vines Summer sky calm scene Felled violets grace the ground R.J. Lindley 4-12-2014 Haiku (Nature's Beauty) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 296] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-01-2017 09:13 AM Sunset, Winds Blew Across Ghastly Scene (Sad Sonnet In Nine) He walked rocky path to cliff's edge muttering, I did no break my pledge. From high ledge, seeing her face below he jumped proving his love not a show. In tears, she ran to his crumbled heap had he just been walking in his sleep? Her heart, spirit and mind now rebelled from her lack of trust, their romance failed. She walked rocky path to cliff's edge muttering, I did no break my pledge. From high ledge, seeing his face below she jumped proving her love not a show. Sunset, winds blew across ghastly scene. Nature covered all with its bright green. R.J. Lindley, Feb, 14th 1971 (SAD SONNET IN NINE) Syllables Per Line: 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 Total # Syllables: 126 Total # Words: 102 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 297] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-02-2017 02:51 PM Love Is Deep Virgin Soil Filled With New Grains Decades flown, forced romance in dreams to wane Was such outgrown, with no need to complain? Has spirit's frailty led to heart's defeat Gnawing barest of bones with no sweet meat? Alas! Signals failure in heart and mind Ears gone deaf and eyes obviously blind! Has life and joy been foolishly replaced With hope and true love forever erased? Heaven forbid! Such dire dark knavery loss embraced denial of bravery! Redeem thyself with spirit born anew remembering sweetest love shared by two! Love is deep virgin soil filled with new grains. With thy dream waters, love's seeds with new rains. Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2017 Sonnet, (Love in dreams renewed) 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 *********************************************************** Written for new contest, may even enter it this week.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 298] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2017 12:06 PM 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) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 299] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-09-2017 07:01 PM Once In A Heated Moment I Recall Once in a heated moment I recall Crying out in red-hot anger, " Damn you, I hate you with my all And shall now consider you a stranger." O' how I recall her words in return She screaming back with true regret, " Damn you, now both bridges you burn I am a gal that will not forget." Many decades have flown forth and away time healed and hurt was diminished. O' how I regret that dark day, my words, how sadly our romance finished. Once, just once in a dark, horrific dream. Love died, sincerest prayers can not redeem. R. J. Lindley May 19th, 1987 Subject (Proof that stupidity in youth oft has dire consequences) Sonnet- (100 words)( 10,8,8,10) Syllables Per Line: 10 8 8 10 0 10 8 8 10 0 10 8 8 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 100 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 300] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-10-2017 05:21 PM SIZE=5]Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose[/SIZE] He the gardener she the rose She was only flower he chose Days he gave her his very best Under moonlight glow they both rest. With great care he keeps her from harm Always enamored by her charm Whenever she mentions her thirst Sate her needs he is always first. At dawn's first calling she wakes up Her petals with his hands he cups With true love, admiring her grace This dark world together they face. His life for her beauty so fair. Together, love's beauty they share. Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017 Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet, 8 syllable lines .. a. a. b. b. . . c. c. d. d. . . e. e. f. f. . . g. 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: 88 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 301] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-11-2017 10:03 AM Why Are We Such Willing Slaves To The Clock Back when slow pace was considered prudent humans lived off nature and fertile land If history is read a good student, will find that modern life is not that grand Yet we now are ruled by slaves to the clock not just work but in all our daily life Here to tell you, we oft make our hard knocks with self-made rushing pressures causing strife. Slow down to enjoy life and its treasures relax and enjoy blessings when given Adopt a better yardstick that measures true wealth by pure joys in simply liven' We may think life is better time-racing such an error, we should not be facing. Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-1997 Sonnet , Subject - (We willingly make ourselves into slaves to the clock) 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 302] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-19-2017 10:51 PM Why Are We Such Willing Slaves To The Clock Back when slow pace was considered prudent humans lived off nature and fertile land If history is read a good student, will find that modern life is not that grand Yet we now are ruled by slaves to the clock not just work but in all our daily life Here to tell you, we oft make our hard knocks with self-made rushing pressures causing strife. Slow down to enjoy life and its treasures relax and enjoy blessings when given Adopt a better yardstick that measures true wealth by pure joys in simply liven' We may think life is better time-racing such an error, we should not be facing. Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-1997 Sonnet , Subject - (We willingly make ourselves into slaves to the clock) 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 303] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-25-2017 07:30 AM Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Broken Frame Saddest blues flow through winter's broken frame Even when its cold winds no longer chill. Sure, white snow at Christmas garners great fame Yet we forget blizzards oft creatures kill. Horrible sights such sad, hard frozen scenes Realizing death travels in its breath. Bitter truth, I found in my early teens When my puppy escaped and froze to death. Yes, I was far too young to understand Winter is Nature, as death to living. When I see, ice frozen across the land My heart yearns for Springs new, greener givings. That moment, those sad blues are tossed away Anticipating Spring's first warm green day. Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2017 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 Note - Each year without fail, the last few days of August , ever since my early childhood I start thinking about Winter's bitter wrath and its destruction on the weak creatures. I can only guess, my puppy somehow getting outside that bitter cold night and freezing to death, had a lasting and deeply profound effect on me. For even now, with my understanding of Nature's finely tuned purpose (ITS FRAME NOT BROKEN), in disposing of the weak to keep the strong alive I still start to get those blues well before the bitter cold arrives. THAT THINKING HIT ME EARLY THIS MORN AS I WALKED OUT INTO MY FRONT YARD TO A CHILLY MORN, IN AUGUST, HERE IN THE SOUTH. Thus I came back in to jot down these verses and remind myself-- tho' man may despair, Nature follows its purpose with greatest of care! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 304] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-01-2017 04:23 PM Joys Of Home And Mom's Tasty Apple Pies Consider Life, between earth and high clouds Throngs of dancing shadows moving in Time White headstones and sad widows in black shrouds Poets painting wondrous scenes with words and rhyme. Frost, dying flower's aromatic wilt Fallen timber and wolf's well hidden den Man's somber plight, of sin, death and great guilt Life's sweetest dreams and loves of mortal men. Nature's harmony in destruction's wake Epic poems, songs that traverse Time's realm Golden memories, we never forsake Tears of happiness that so overwhelm. Life, betwixt earth and heavenly skies, Joys of home and mom's tasty apple pies! R.J. Lindley, June 17th , 1971 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 ************************************ R.J. Lindley, June 17th , 1973 Old Note-(1973) This day, cause to celebrate.. New job, new wife and future looks bright.. Today's Note (2017)- This day cause to celebrate.. New life, still alive and future looks bright. Syllables Per Line: 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 96 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 305] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-07-2017 11:34 PM Yes, You Hated Me For My Honest Views How well I know that deep hate in your smirk Contempt for the poor ones, that have to work. Haughty and arrogant in your great wealth Convinced treasure will buy you better health. I have seen swagger in your daily walk Condemnation of how Southerners talk. Convinced entire world revolves around you Feeding your fantasy with all you do. Not long ago, we were very good friends Until I saw, it is you that pretends. Now I walk with my friends, humble and true When they ask about your life, I ask who? Yes, you hated me for my honest views. And I you, for your hundred pair of shoes. Robert J. Lindley,9-07-2017 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 Written for contest. May edit later, if new thoughts come flying in about her and my youthful folly of having ever loved her....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 306] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-09-2017 11:02 PM Question Of Time And Vagaries Of Love Velvet waves, in oceans infinite time, have in earthen plane, lingered far too long. Glowing embers, newborn love found sublime wedded to a new voice in a new song. Far above each brilliant rainbow's soft glow Hope's true flag, hides in distant dreams unfurled. Are fated vagaries of Cupid's bow, dearest treasures of this sad, corrupted world? Does mortal thought bar eternity's hand man in epic disgrace, run gauntlets blind? If we ever learn to fight world's command will we leave human weaknesses behind? What of time, its many imagined ghosts? Did they ever set any true goalposts? R.J. Lindley, January 4th, 1971 Sonnet,( Road ahead dark, just how life begins) 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: 98 Old Note, January 4th, 1972- I have written this poem, my thoughts, after my good friend has died in a car accident. He was set to get married in June.. Life gives us no guarantees. I do not expect to ever make 30.... New Note, 9-09-2017- Well, I was wrong on the death by thirty bit.. Has been 45 years, 8 months and five days since I composed that poem. Beneath it was a rewrite of the first 8 verses. That had been crossed out. They werent bad either... Yet, I decided to post the original.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 307] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-13-2017 10:14 AM My Muse Commanded, Write Dark Poem Today ( In Tribute To Poe's Genius ) What purpose does that huge black bird pursue with its unholy and incessant calls Could it be, sent to punish and abuse as oft are mirrors on adoration walls? How does it find bedroom window late night with more maddening, sleep depriving shrieks Does so with such dark,devilish delight with its screeching torments for many weeks! Was it because, Poe's darkness I so love or depths of my own dark caverns explored? Can such be countered by blue skies above or truth written in my own treasure hoard? Can Poe's raven spirit truly be to blame? Or could it be, I so crave for his dark fame? Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2017 Sonnet, ( Can Poe's Dark Raven Still Haunt) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 308] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-15-2017 08:22 PM A Poet's Thoughts On Love And Death Love unknown or love lost, which is the worst, each has power to make yearning heart burst? Life first seeks love, from its very first breath may beg for it or curse it on its death! Even deepest love can not stop soul's end tho' imagination oft says pretend. Its power is for life and those living lovers true of heart, prone to forgiving. Some say, love reaches back from other realms to heal broken hearts that death overwhelms. While critics declare such can not be true death's finality love can not undue! Poets may debate such sad, unfair judgments with words coming from biased testaments. Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017 Sonnet,( Can Love Conquer Even Death) 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 309] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-20-2017 05:17 PM Yet Ever Onward, Onward Keep Treading We Must Any moment we may lose a love one so dear so exists that long black hand of foreboding fear. Yet not until it comes into our lives and rips away that treasure, do we see its icy grips! Invisible claws slash to send into decay forever gone tho' in agony we oft pray. And as long silence answers from far far above we face saddest truth, we lost that which we so love! No more hearing, that cheerful good morning salute as if life never existed and sounds are mute. And within this darkness pain too oft reigns supreme as we fight fleeing shadows of our once great dreams. Yet ever onward, onward keep treading we must, standing still in life, oft brings early death and dust. Robert J. Lindley, 9-20-2017 Sonnet, Lin 12/12 Subject (Death And Fate) Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 13 11 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 127 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 310] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-01-2017 06:08 AM Regrets Stacked Like Red, Red-Stained Floor Tiles With biweekly cannibalism of heart's desires cannon fire of emotions that sear and sting; in this canister of love that never tires ceaseless unending fires it forever brings! Bluebird dreams, thy hand soothes my pain night's passions that thy soft touch bestows; thy dear memory, sweetest hope doth remain like rolling reruns of greatest romance shows! Before thy arrival I had known only deep lusts steeped with callousness heart now reviles; darkness blown in with malevolent wind gusts regrets stacked like red, red-stained floor tiles! That you left, mystery and loss in thy wake And in thy haste, our time and love did forsake! R.J. Lindley, July 22nd, 1977 Note- Enjoy thy paradise if it was ever found, thy dreams that caused our sad demise. Yet our lives and loves are forever bound in sweetest memories this sad heart can devise. **************************************************** New version presented below, edited today to meet contest requirements... I prefer the original, but decided t change this one to enter that contest. ----Tyr Stacking Regrets Like Dark, Red-stained Floor Tiles Daily cannibalism of heart's desires, cannon fire, emotions sear and sting; in canisters of love that never tires, unending fires such forever brings! With bluebird dreams, thy hand once soothed my pain, with night's passions thy soft touch bestows; thy memory, sweetest hope doth remain like rolling reruns of great romance shows! Before thee came, I had only deep lusts in callousness, this new heart now reviles; darkness blown in malevolent wind gusts stacking regrets like dark, red-stained floor tiles! Gone! Mystery and loss left in thy wake In haste, our time and love thee did forsake! October 16th, 2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 311] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-16-2017 08:57 AM Tragic Retreat Of Broken Hearts Comfort, to rest beneath the bark safe and snug in hidden cocoon. Yet no flying as a skylark Or sight of majestic new moon! Safe to remain in such - detached lone shadow in silent retreat. Scared bird egg that was never hatched blank page on life's fast flowing sheet! What profits if you dare not live instead safe and alone remain? No joy, should one dare not to give nothing given, nothing to gain! Live! Leave comfort of thick barked tree Meet bright sunshine, learn to be free! Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2017 (Sonnet in Eights)(Retreat of a wrecked and broken Heart) 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: 88 Note- Read an old poem this morn. A past experience in my youth. Sat down to write about the withdrawal so many choose when love lost crashes their blissful world. And how in time, most wake to realize that love and romance are not happy fairy tales each and every time... For some it is a harsh learning process. What is commonly called-- Life. Life lesson learned is oft- TIS BEST TO STEP BACK INTO THE SUNSHINE AND JUST GET ON WITH IT! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 312] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-23-2017 09:31 AM Having been a bit lazy about writing lately and my posting old poems- I decided to sit down and write a sonnet. My muse having fled a few days ago, I had to wing it by myself. I hope you may enjoy this piece and not fault me too much for my having chased my muse away.. She is by no means an angel and deserves my wrath from time to time.... Well, at least that is my story and I am sticking to it...--;)--Tyr If Only I Could Soon Be Slain Again If only I could soon be slain again, As first true love and she slew me. With pure joy, from ear to ear I would grin, We would settle down by the sea! If only, life would not change my bold plans And steal dearest fruit from my tree. On white-sand beaches we would get our tans Breathing fresh sea air, being free! Should we ever have that love-chance again, Under new suns with cheerful glows. I would cherish her gold, a blessed man, In love's firm grasp, see that it grows! For that chance, what dragon must I now slay? Answer please, I fear any more delay! Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2017 Sonnet, in 10-8 syllable verses... 128 syllables , 108 words... mark hit... Syllables Per Line: 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 128 Total # Words: 108 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 313] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-24-2017 03:37 PM O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost Within earth's vast herds mysteries abound as man walks in shadows that prance and play. Life is an ocean that swirls and confounds such odd, vain and weak creatures made of clay! What of miracles for fear we do not tell, for shame that such will never be believed. Nights when one just knows he has been in Hell and was only, by dawn's brights lights relieved! Silent prayers uttered in agonized mind, with blessed answers that arrive to heal. Or lost treasures we thought to never find returned by way of things that dreams reveal? O' man, thou art in arrogance oft lost. Blindly stabbing that darkness at great cost! Robert Lindley, sonnet- 1985 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 314] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-29-2017 07:15 AM Posting this oldie, in lieu of writing a new poem. -Tyr Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails my desire for your true love yet remains. Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains! O' that your deep sorrows you had not found, into your private island had not fled. Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*) each night a pale ghost rising from the dead! Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you with ghostly arms, begging you to follow. You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who your refusals, bitter pills to swallow! O' that I had lived and gave you my all. You would love me and not hear nightly calls. R.J. Lindley, August 7th, 1975 Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 315] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-01-2017 04:03 PM What Of Long Dead Summers And Poison Wine What of long dead summers and poison wine ancient sunken ships and sad salty brine; shadows staggering in coats of damp moss, dream lovers, mad nights and life's greatest loss? What of the billions, now fast sleeping dead graves unknown unkempt, barren flower beds; true love, that once could launch a thousand ships, mother's deaths and daily hospital trips? What of love and memories so sublime falling tears and prayers, begging for more time; helplessness, lonely, cold hospital room cold hard certainty of impending doom? What solace in thoughts of- Life must go on? Misery lingers, when mothers have gone. Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2017 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: 100 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 316] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-13-2017 07:43 AM IT IS THEN, I CAN ALMOST HEAR FOOTSTEPS FALL In yesteryears, when this soul found you my rose strolling beach in purple sandals and pink toes; memory snapshots, images this brain now feeds recalling shine of treasured gems fills my needs! Now your ghost shadow haunts this weary house welcoming relief from its one busy mouse; tho' I long to hear that pretty shadow speak tis so much more, your loving touch I seek! When you turn and listen to my pleading call IT IS THEN, I CAN ALMOST HEAR FOOTSTEPS FALL. At that fleeting moment, when all time stands still you vanish, leaving behind anguishing thrill. Since this soul first found you my angel, my rose Its never dreamed, of morns without those pink toes! R.J. Lindley, origin-1979 Edited today, 11/13/ 2017 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 10 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 153 Total # Words: 118 Note- Still posting old poems as is this example now posted. My muse and I having recently parted ways for a spell. I have been left to complete two unfinished collaborations on my own and without my muse and her keen insight--it has been a slow and hard task to accomplish and do so well enough to not disappoint my writing partners. I pray, my efforts finished and sent to each talented co-writer yesterday,measure up and bear pleasing fruits.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 317] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-14-2017 10:08 AM Spirit, Let Thy Bond Be To Heart And Soul Soul, find new ways to quell thy deepest fear bring to life, new loves and hopes that are dear. Look back, to strength and spirit of the past pray for strong winds, set thy sails to full mast! Heart, join this journey, thy soul's greatest quest walk this path's end, succeed in this conquest. Forget not, give thanks for help in this way with prayers sincerely sent, both night and day. Spirit, let thy bond be to heart and soul in this allow love first, to be thy goal. Find comfort in love, family, and friends do this well, less need for future amends! In this, embrace truth, as best course well set. Thee may find less cause for future regret. Robert J. Lindley Presented- 11-14-2017 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: 122 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 318] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-30-2017 09:08 PM Slow Walk Into A Red Sunset Can you slow walk into a red sunset To find hidden and fine treasures within? Stop wanting all the gold that you can get Rise far above this shallow world of men. Will you stop, to just see what you have now And give thanks for gifts already given? Consider love's greatest blessings and how To live life true and truly start living? Can you open your eyes to see hope's gifts Listen for echoes that bring back true gold Search for love and deep romance that uplifts live life fully, before waking too old? Will you slow walk into a red sunset Live life true, not gamble it as a bet? Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2017 Sonnet Note. Woke today and found it was high time that I wrote another sonnet... Now while looking back from with a red sunset, I see things a lot clearer and have far more understanding of man and his devotion to failure and grasping for shallow treasures this world presents as its traps... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 Sometimes, you just gotta write exactly what flows out. No reviews, no edits, just let your muse have its say.......---Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 319] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-02-2017 09:35 AM In A Time And A Place, So Very Long Ago Should man's daily treks include love of Nature's gifts inhaling forest's beauty and blue, blue skies. Vast oceans, sandy beaches, washing tidal shifts enormity of it's gifts man too oft denies? Walking these fields and over to the flowing stream June's great shining day and a cool refreshing swim. Waters found fast flowing, blasting welcoming gleam and this soul glad it wandered thus on a mere whim. Fine July night and brilliant stars glow far above windows open to let in uncommon cool breeze. Countryside, away from city's hustle and shove laying back, resting this magic night, so at ease! Wake to new day and life falling down onto me. In past futures, rolls Time's round, never-ending Sea. R.J. Lindley 1970/2017 Sonnet in 12.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 320] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-09-2017 09:57 AM My not posting here in the creative Writing forum as of late has been due to illness not laziness on my part.. So I now post yet another poem written long ago... I may post it at my home poetry forum but since it is about sex--not sure if they will censor it or not--even though it is in good taste with no vulgarity or crudeness or explicit descriptions...--Tyr Beating Hearts Firmly United And Sex's Truest Joy When two bodies upon one midnight bed doth rest under moonlit rays, magnificent sublime bliss; Love for love, and cherished kisses by far the best each in love, dares only the other to miss! Sex and its truest joys they so faithfully embraced united in sweet paradise love hath true made; he along her body every curve gladly traced and within her so willing flesh his ardor played. Yet sex to them was not some temporal pleasure for they both knew its power was never ending; each finding the other as greatest of treasure giving their thanks for this gift that God was sending! With Love's deep truth, they allowed no lies to destroy beating hearts firmly united and sex's truest joy! R.J. Lindley, August 10th, 1978 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 321] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-19-2017 10:11 PM If Only, Thy Light Should Return To Thee If there were light and sweet love in thy heart graciousness and warmth in thy pretty smiles. No darkness growing within thy life's chart we could waltz gaily, going extra miles. Our love, stained and dry as ink on this page those soft love-dancing shadows are now passed. I could forgive, were I wizened old sage now in this soul, bitterness has amassed. Once, well before your soul turned cold and dark you had light and love, both so well in hand. Greed made you wicked, left its nasty mark your hatred became more than I could stand. If only, thy light should return to thee I would love again, hold you next to me! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, 7-22-2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 322] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2017 04:22 PM Once Powerful And Great, They Are No More Why walk earth's realm, if not to love and feel why suffer stings and dark arrows of fate if not to find the truth and what is real? Sad sad words, sorry-it is just too late. Ancients feared their great all-powerful gods living invisible far above the fray power to destroy with wink and a nod! Yet where hide, those all powerful gods today? Truth and light came obliterated their lies such sad ends come to all that worship fear Gone are their vast kingdoms in hidden skies! Modern man sees, sheds not a single tear! Why walk earth's realm, if not to love and feel If not to find the truth and what is real? R.J. Lindley, Dec 27th, 1975 Sonnet, ( Why false Gods are made and later destroyed ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 323] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-23-2017 08:57 PM Hidden Behind The Red Door, Massive Chests Of Gold Evils behind red door are seeped in darkest sin each generation, crowds clamoring to get in They fight long battles to find dark lady in red not realizing she awaits each when they are dead! This sad world presents so many dark paths to take entices man's follies, so as to each lost soul break Red door is guarded by its dark Lord's black-clawed hand light is shut out so victims can not understand! Eager throngs, wallow in its many festered pits depths of darkness hide many broken into bits When its tortured victims beg in vain to be freed they find out, they are now its future rotten seed! Red door, red door, O' how sweet are thy lying calls how stained and twisted are thy never ending halls! R.J. Lindley, May 5th, 1977 Sonnet (Darkness, Pride and Greed) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 324] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-10-2018 10:37 PM All In A Mind Seeking Needed Relief Between nine majestic, ancient oak trees in ten unexplored dimensions unseen rests seven enormous swirling blue seas full of desperation and hopeless pleas. All in a mind seeking needed relief from a deep love turned bitter and forlorn gone thus, is hope in Hope and its relief with prayers wishing to have never been born! World's hidden shadows play with old bleached bones in massive desert crevices, dark and deep Why moan dying winds and cry out old stones for one soft-touching dream in nightmare sleep? Beneath sun and sky such ancient trees dwell are we more than just a living clay shell? Robert J. Lindley,1-10-2018 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 325] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-28-2018 09:51 AM Dread Of The Coming Of The Empty Void Faded flowers remind me of memories stolen Drowning in turbulence, rivers so deeply swollen Where once immense fertile meadows with bright colors shown Dwells a dark song, chaotic words and a muted tone. I miss lost views of dawn's true beauty and coming day Scenes of soft-blown winds causing weeping willows to sway Soaking up sunning-rays that once tanned my shirtless back Summers of love, life truly lived, I have now lost track! Long for, soothing treasures my mind once happily held Not empty darkness, where heart and soul with a void melds At times fleeting fragments seen of a sweet angel's face Then nothing more, for this disease such joy will erase. Wicked curse to lose that which one holds so very dear Walk in dooming darkness with mountains of epic fear. Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2018 Sonnet, Alzheimer's disease and ( Precious Memories Erased) Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 Total # Syllables: 182 Total # Words: 133 Note- https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/alzheimers-disease/symptoms-causes/syc-20350447 Alzheimer's disease is a progressive disease that destroys memory and other important mental functions. At first, someone with Alzheimer's disease may notice mild confusion and difficulty remembering. Eventually, people with the disease may even forget important people in their lives and undergo dramatic personality changes. Alzheimer's disease is the most common cause of dementia — a group of brain disorders that cause the loss of intellectual and social skills. In Alzheimer's disease, the brain cells degenerate and die, causing a steady decline in memory and mental function. Current Alzheimer's disease medications and management strategies may temporarily improve symptoms. This can sometimes help people with Alzheimer's disease maximize function and maintain independence for a little while longer. But because there's no cure for Alzheimer's disease, it's important to seek supportive services and tap into your support network as early as possible. Symptoms At first, increasing forgetfulness or mild confusion may be the only symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that you notice. But over time, the disease robs you of more of your memory, especially recent memories. The rate at which symptoms worsen varies from person to person. If you have Alzheimer's, you may be the first to notice that you're having unusual difficulty remembering things and organizing your thoughts. Or you may not recognize that anything is wrong, even when changes are noticeable to your family members, close friends or co-workers. Brain changes associated with Alzheimer's disease lead to growing trouble with: Memory Everyone has occasional memory lapses. It's normal to lose track of where you put your keys or forget the name of an acquaintance. But the memory loss associated with Alzheimer's disease persists and worsens, affecting your ability to function at work and at home. People with Alzheimer's may: Repeat statements and questions over and over, not realizing that they've asked the question before Forget conversations, appointments or events, and not remember them later Routinely misplace possessions, often putting them in illogical locations Get lost in familiar places Eventually forget the names of family members and everyday objects Have trouble finding the right words to identify objects, express thoughts or take part in conversations Thinking and reasoning Alzheimer's disease causes difficulty concentrating and thinking, especially about abstract concepts like numbers. Multitasking is especially difficult, and it may be challenging to manage finances, balance checkbooks and pay bills on time. These difficulties may progress to inability to recognize and deal with numbers. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 326] Author : Balu Date : 01-28-2018 03:54 PM Dread Of The Coming Of The Empty Void Answering you question - my granddaughter loved this poem. Her opinion - it is very nice and beautiful (as usual). :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 327] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-31-2018 10:17 AM To Hold, Kiss Her Sweetly, Before I Die If life were little more than ink soaked verse, Would I so loathe this darkness I so curse? Could this lost heart reap more than fleeting praise, Live in joy and not this deepest malaise? What of she love may gift, fairer to hold Than treasures won, stolen or ever sold? Would any dearest cost be far too high To hold, kiss her sweetly, before I die? If life ever grants love, fair and so true I'll fight the worst of the worst to hold you. When darkness arrives on its hellish wheels She, my love, will stop it coldest chills! Tears in these happy eyes, I see her face Tho' I have yet to win her in this race. Robert J. Lindley, 1-31-2018 SONNET ON , ( True Love Yet To Be Found) 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: 120 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 328] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-01-2018 11:46 PM Where Dawn's First Rays Meet The Bright Of Morrows Where dawn's first rays meet the bright of morrows mother earth and sun's massive power meets. Days promise oft erase night's great sorrows as Nature and man wake and rise to greet. Streams, fields and bright meadows stir to inspire sons of men, their imaginative ways. Mere wild brutes before blessed gift of fire huddling in nights of fear, awaiting day. Arrogance came as Nature was subdued with such power came again, dark they fear. As their fear returned, Nature was renewed Heavens glowed and shed not a single tear. As twilight yields to the falling of bright Man remembers what lurks in dark of night. Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2018 Sonnet, ( What lurks in dark of night ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 329] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-04-2018 02:45 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 330] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-09-2018 09:40 AM Love's First Kiss, Its Hopeful Spell To Remind Walking soft clouds, heart in his grateful hand: What great mystery did such bounty bring? Who but a king could love greater this land And live the life of which bards oft sing? Peace in his soul, he ventured to Love find, Laying all his worldly worries aside. Love's first kiss, its hopeful spell to remind, He dared to push against world's darkest tide. Found he a sweet girl, hair of golden ray With her came every new dawn's soft kiss, He swore to love beyond his dying day And in her arms forever find sweet bliss. Peace in his soul, he ventured to Love find. Love's first kiss, its hopeful spell to remind. Robert J. Lindley, 2-09-2018 Sonnet (True Love Pursued And Hope Rewarded) Not for any contest.. Note.- Most of this came to me in a dream last night. The dream girl was a beautiful girl I knew over 40 years ago. Strange that this is the first time I've dreamed of her in forty years and I have no clue where she is o even if she is still alive.. A poet must write , even if mysteries still abound....... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 331] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-09-2018 03:57 PM Skulking Between Shadows Of Midnight's Mask Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn your echoed curse, invades this fevered brain. As yet I cling- to bright light that you spurn as your foul mouth belches soul eating rain. You dare not- face my wrath in light of day skulking between shadows of midnight's mask. You fear most- help from prayers that I pray, truth's invincible shields from behind which I bask. Rise up now, from hellish fires you embrace, meet the answer to cursed torments you sent. Dread the laughter- when you fear the human race and you find your time has been so ill-spent. Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn. As yet I cling- to bright light that you spurn. Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2015 Dark Sonnet, ( Fear the Light) ( Poe inspired verses , Raven calls before sunrise ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 332] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2018 08:21 AM Skulking Between Shadows Of Midnight's Mask Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn your echoed curse, invades a fevered brain. As yet you cling- to bright light that you spurn as your foul mouth belches soul eating rain. You dare not- face just wrath in light of day skulking between shadows of midnight's mask. You fear most- help from prayers others pray, truth's invincible shields that take you to task. Rise up now, from hellish fires you embrace, meet answers to cursed torments once you sent. Dread that laughter- when you fear the human race and you find your time has been so ill-spent. Rise up dark child, from pits in which you burn. As you turn away- from light you now spurn. robert j. Lindley, 6-19-2015 Dark sonnet, ( fear of the light) ( Poe inspired verses , and raven calls before sunrise )[/quote] Edited today.-Tyr Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 333] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2018 09:47 AM I Know, This Is Just About, As Good As It Gets I walk forest paths, because they are my best choice Find the calm, by hearing Mother Nature's true voice. With eyes clear, I see fish flop, lake water glisten I view Nature's paintings, to its music listen. As welcomed sun, renews my newly stirred blood I wade the low streams, feeling their cool, oozing mud. As clouds above, move in to give the needed shade I marvel at, this tapestry Nature hath made. Trekking on, to highest of bright green, forested hills Looking down, lakeside beauty, its many thrills. I feel calming breeze, as Nature enter my veins I have left behind, dark world and its many stains. As red sun cries out, that it is about to set I know, this is just about, as good as it gets. Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2018 Sonnet 12/12, (Nature and Its Magnificent Gifts) Note - Date given as presented today. However, this poem was written back in 1982. I edited the poem this morn, to now present it in 12 syllable verses instead of the previous ten syllable verses of the original 1982 poem. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 334] Author : Balu Date : 02-20-2018 12:49 PM I Know, This Is Just About, As Good As It Gets I walk forest paths, because they are my best choice Find the calm, by hearing Mother Nature's true voice. With eyes clear, I see fish flop, lake water glisten I view Nature's paintings, to its music listen. As welcomed sun, renews my newly stirred blood I wade the low streams, feeling their cool, oozing mud. As clouds above, move in to give the needed shade I marvel at, this tapestry Nature hath made. Trekking on, to highest of bright green, forested hills Looking down, lakeside beauty, its many thrills. I feel calming breeze, as Nature enter my veins I have left behind, dark world and its many stains. As red sun cries out, that it is about to set I know, this is just about, as good as it gets. Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2018 Sonnet 12/12, (Nature and Its Magnificent Gifts) Note - Date given as presented today. However, this poem was written back in 1982. I edited the poem this morn, to now present it in 12 syllable verses instead of the previous ten syllable verses of the original 1982 poem. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Thank you my Dear Friend Robert, Having read this poem I acutely felt yearning for summer and suddenly felt an attack of boat-fishing toxicosis. :slap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 335] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-21-2018 01:22 PM The First Time Love Became A True, Dark Curse From whence you came, I truly knoweth not you eased in and with guile ate into bone. Now you are gone, soul has been set to rot in dark flowing wind, sad and all alone. Yes you are, my accursed eternal ghost once clinging deep and ravishing my heart. I true blind and in love, played willing host whilst you once feasted away, "a la cart". Life hurts, I regret even your abandon, whilst living in this malignant cloud. You had to win, leave no real man standin written here my words, never spoken aloud. From whence you came, I truly knoweth not. Now you are gone, soul has been set to rot. R. J. Lindley, 1976 Sonnet, (Curse and Darkness) (OLD) Note- She never leaves my thoughts. Yet her love was poisonous and sent to destroy. New Note- A truth, some women can burn so deep and so romantically hot that they destroy the lover they are set to consume. She destroyed the me that existed then--for good or bad--nothing can change that eternal transformation. Decided to rewrite and finish this old poem fragment, shorten it to a sonnet rather than the 24 verses that it was first written in. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 336] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-27-2018 10:18 AM In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast, the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast. Such was once not a defeat in deep shame rather, a great victory in a man's family name. This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past cherished words of sweet life, such may be my last True, once my walk was in the clouds, lofty air of that memory, I now have far, far less care. Sweet love and life, thy music no longer plays my soul, no longer rejoices in its lost ways A harsh reality has now ate deep into my bones dark music plays and in its loud wicked tones. In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast, the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast. Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2018 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 337] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-01-2018 11:05 AM When Poets Question Why They Dare To Write What more can I say true, what more well, can I write to give the world and yet not join in its dark plight to walk a brighter path and thus hold my heart true sing a welcomed song, one that is soft and so true. Ah, but such tis the poet's struggle, greatest fight speak clearly, to write with even greater insight nay, I hold no special power, no special key I a writer, seeks to find the poet in me! I write with hope, hope that such may aid the readers what are poets but soft beggars and sincere pleaders protecting bark around the tall, mighty oak tree the shining truth, in this chaotic, earthly sea. Ah yes, you have caught me in a poet's spun tale Question is, does dust or water, spring from my well. R.J. Lindley, Sonnet 12/12, (14 verses and 140 words instead of 140 syllables.) (an exercise in math and poetic imagination).. 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: 140 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 338] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-03-2018 12:20 PM A Few Words Sent Admiring You, Our Rose A few words sent admiring you, our rose cast forth to honor beauty, its delights. World has a great many but they it chose to radiantly glow within our sights. Verses designed to give honor in prose proclaiming depths and blessings that you give. Tho thy chosen path, my not us have chose you loved true, creating the life we live. When the depths of thy tender heart is seen the rose's magnificence fails to surpass. A blessing to us thy love is so keen to teach us to love and honor amass. Yes sweet mothers, thy true love is our rose. We love thy all, from thy head to thy toes. Robert Lindley, 3-03-2018 Sonnet, (Tribute to - All Loving Mothers) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 339] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-04-2018 09:54 PM When Death's Dark Shadow Comes To Greet When Death's shadow begins to speak Sad sorrow words, not for the weak Fleeting glimpses of its black cloud Fear, is always to be allowed. When Death's heart, sends its wailing moans Devil's music cast in its tones You eyes and ears are both alert Of dark signs of six feet of dirt. When Death's dance, shows in deep, dark swirls No escaping, none boys and girls Say a quick prayer, grab your socks For too soon comes its fateful knocks. When Death seeks its turn, you may learn If its heaven's winds or hot burns. Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018 Note- Written in memory of a very dear friend that died on this date March 4th, 1978--- forty years ago (taken far too young). One I can never forget and was a true, true friend! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 340] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2018 10:44 PM I Lost Count Of Falling Tears I Have Cried I find fault with you, that sent me through hell Into mind realms, despair and jagged glass, I recall nights, love thirsts, we could not quell, Did we both stop, looking for greener grass? As you now live, can you say our dreams died That your heart no longer holds place for mine? I lost count of falling tears I have cried, Since your loving hand no longer grasps mine. On nights that moon sends its romantic rays do you look at the glow and think of me? Some say love roulette simply does not pay For the death it finds never sets us free! As you now live, can you say our dreams died? I lost count of falling tears I have cried. R. J. Lindley, Sonnet June 22nd, 1977 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 341] Author : Taco Junkie Date : 03-07-2018 04:09 PM "On nights that moon sends its romantic rays do you look at the glow and think of me?" Great verse. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 342] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2018 10:28 AM Do We See Some Angels Are Living Among Us In sweetest dreams she saw angels that truly cared deepest love, truest of hope she so happily shared, felt beating rhythm life and Nature at its best treated all as, "in her home as an honored guest". Upon morn's welcomed light she rose to kneel and pray giving heartfelt thanks for life and each bright new day, cooking morn's first meal for many a hungry soul giving, giving of herself and faith her true goal. Tho' human she was an angel to one and all with faith,courage, bliss she answered that important call, embracing love's truth with those she loved by her side she happily gave her all and much more besides. Then one cool summer night she flew far far away. And this dark world was even darker the next day. Robert J. Lindley, 3-31-2018 Sonnet, ( Too Oft We Are Blind To The Truth Around Us) 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 343] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-08-2018 08:54 AM The Wake Of Sadness, In Youth's Brevity Vagaries of wondrous youth I so miss Sunset, its purple hues, her tender kiss Bacon and fried eggs, waking to dawn's gold, Sweet things one remembers when getting old. Warm fires, those heavenly campfire nights Love's delights when making up after fights; Rose garden and gleaming glamorous reds Morn's happiness when rose from our night bed Voice beckoning me to give longer hugs "I Love You", you put on our coffee mugs. Such dear things, deepest treasures I now hold Romance tales, I feel must be retold. Alas! Youth flies away and does not last Yet greatest of treasures lie in our past. Robert J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1998 Sonnet, ( Memories, Treasures Held) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 344] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-10-2018 10:56 AM Two Hearts, Two Lives, An Eternal Meld Hold your horses, those waters arent so deep far, far more to life that eating and sleep. Roses gleaming, dawn's beckoning new frosts things you'd defend at any and all costs. Picnicking, lakeside with your true soulmate times you won, while so sorely tempting Fate! Living to discover love, its treasures path taken, with life's sweet, simpler pleasures. Now gaze back at nights of hottest romance time with her, leaving -nothing left to chance. Magnificent joy, two loving gems held with two hearts, two lives, an eternal meld. R.J. Lindley, March 3rd, 1978 Sonnet, ( Life's Sweetest Promises ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 345] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-16-2018 04:08 AM Time And Life's Woes, What Great Teachers They Be I have grown, this world I no longer fight Had I known, battle never makes it right Long ago, put on harden battle gear Slain tender heart, destroying my great fear. Time and life's woes, what great teachers they be from treasuries of pains, oft one may see Dark world, clever devices used to destroy blinded victims be they man or young boy. I have aged, darkness now covers me I have raged, never before did I see Life is a path, pitfalls scattered around by our actions, good or bad we are bound. With paper, pen and heart, this I do write. This world's darkest darkness one must still fight. Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2018 Sonnet,( Why A Poet May Oft Dark Write) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 346] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-18-2018 09:05 AM Rose Colored Dawn's Gave Her Those Bright Smiles Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles her every move, was music that beguiles. Her name was Sarah Ann and this she knew life's good, love is greater, sky is soft blue. May fourth, she found me there, under oak tree then we both knew, in true love we would be. Time and sweet life flew forth, so very fast with both hearts praying this could always last. Alas! This ole world had other dark plans and of its evil winds we were not fans. Then came a monster took her life away car accident, she died that tragic day. Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles her every move, was music that beguiles. R. J. Lindley, Sonnet, ( Great Treasure Lost) Sept 6th, 1979 Old Note- Fate and its ill winds spare no man. New Note-- Fate and Time both work to destroy Life and Love.... Yet we must see past that sad reality and enjoy life with those we love and the remaining days that we have.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 347] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-24-2018 01:01 AM Live, Love True, Write Poetry And Read It As we learn living from cradle to grave truth is, what we spend we can not save As we sing and dance sorrows oft appear sadly, too many are born of great fear. When we dream, our seeking souls are dancing whether about wealth or sweet romancing So dance and let 'er loose from time to time two nickels are no better than a dime. Caution, if you ride too hard and too fast quite likely neither you or horse will last Pace set, one that hears music and the band love, heart and patience your life will expand. Live, love true, write poetry and read it Joy's crop flourishes if you but seed it. Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2018 Sonnet, ( Hard Lesson, Learned Late) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 348] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-26-2018 04:22 PM Taking Only, Gems In My Hidden Store Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more Blindness decries, sadder life once danced. Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore With greater sight, and new spirit enhanced. Earthen vessels, shallow shells that expire Willing spirits, eager to walk blinded. Chosen mortals, chosen for their fire Leave behind ink, so some are reminded. Final sailing, one more week to explore Sweeter dream-nights, once gifting deeper life. Taking only, gems in my hidden store Golden thoughts of you waiting there my wife. Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more. Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore. R.J. Lindley, Sonnet, ( Time And Vanishing Mists) Sept 19th, 1978 Note- Deleted... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 349] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-30-2018 05:28 AM Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry Written early this morn and after a restless night of dreams. Life oft beats on us (viciously), the measure of our worth is how defiantly we fight back, IMHO. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SHY ABOUT FIGHTING BACK-- AND ALSO EVEN IN WRITING BACK WITH WORDS TOO. When life finds you are winning--it reminds you that Time will give it the victory in the end-for death destroys our existence and we each must face that losing battle sooner or later. My muse insists that I oft write dark poetry- to remind me that my current blessings are only temporary. She is one cruel mistress but hey, perhaps it takes that to even get this stubborn ole mule to flinch! -- ;) --Tyr Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry Poets, if they say they are alright are just lying for far too oft we write just to keep from crying. Crying in sorrow for this dark, red-bleeding world whose banner is tragedy, flying high, unfurled! And why not, are not our thoughts worthy to be read should we remain silent, ignore evil instead? Nay! Poetry also must send messages clear we write, bowing to no man and face our great fear! Last night, black-shadows woke me to torment my soul defeat my spirit, destroy poet's heart their goal! Nay! Such darkness shall never win, never succeed for ink fills my veins, I shall write until I bleed! Poets, we are far more than just blind, scampering mice Need one say much more or repeat this poem thrice? Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2018 Sonnet, (Why We Write) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 350] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2018 10:02 AM An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads When youthful ardor flows like raging flood, temptation's ills are waiting in the blood. Even with painful lessons in the past, nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast! When Spring air brings out that deep mating call some think of love desires, nary its fall. Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock, like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block! The wise learn and control their emotions love is work and not some magic potion. Keep a level head and know love is real not a treasure one can barter or steal! When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin' R.J. Lindley, June 3rd, 1996 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 351] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-19-2018 10:22 AM I Wanted To Write You A Poem, You Cried For A Song I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong, Babe, your blessed life and love holds my eternal embrace Every night in living dreams, I see your beautiful face. All treasure in paradise, holds your brightest golden smile, I've tried every device to bring you back a little while, Know my dearest angel, these true words just may be my last Soon I will sail this sinking ship, while tied to its mainmast. I wait your reply, please forgive my not writing a song Remember dear, in our paradise again, we belong, Sweetheart, your kisses and loving touch, soon became my all That was before the great tragedy of our heavy fall. I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song. I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong. R. J. Lindley, Feb, 2nd, 1973 Note- Deleted.... Brought out from my private journal but the note was just too personal to present. ---------------------------------- Written forty-five years ago. I was just 19 then and madly in love with her. Our breakup lasted two months, until she read this poem sent to her and moved back from Memphis the very next day.-Tyr Edit- I got bored, so I wrote this one this morn..-Tyr Annabel, Do You Gaze, From Time's Ancient Skies Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all Such as never before seen, on this earthen ball. With pain and insight, Master Poe over you wept Deepest in his broken heart, your love was there kept. Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all With that blessing many have answered its great call. As Master Poe, we came to see and understand Life is not all rosy, sweet music from a band. Annabel, your image now burns in poet's brains Master Poe's love for you, tempers this world's dark stains. Yes, our ink now wets new pages, hopes for tomorrows As we read saddest words of Master Poe's sorrows. Annabel, for a goddess your were in disguise. Are you now looking at us, from Time's ancient skies? Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2018 Sonnet, (Twelves), (Tribute to Poe's Annabel Lee) 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: 127 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 352] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-02-2018 10:47 AM Slow Down Your Life Is Not A Damn Horse Race If you want to see in your old age, sunset glows find more peaceful calm days with far, far fewer foes, walk your own horse and stop all that damn mad-racing if you do not, your own joy you are displacing. In youth you fail to see future's greatest treasures can be harvested easily with softer measures, so lose the whip and slow down that sad silly pace else bitter tis the music you will one day face! Hold true this prospect, that tomorrow never waits, horses should spend more time in pastures than at gates, yes the riders benefits from those idle hours remember crops do not grow without rain showers! What good living longer, if life is not better give up that racing horse, buy an Irish Setter. Robert J. Lindley, 5-2-2018 Sonnet, ( Wise Words The Coolest Wind Once Blew) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 353] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-04-2018 10:10 AM I Linger Long, On That Bountiful Feast I Still Dine Moon's illuminations through dark window of sorrows cast moments of relief and "Hope for my tomorrows". Looking out, stars parade around truly wondrous scene stopping foulest of shadows sent, to sad soul demean. Back down to earth, into night forest seeking eyes gaze searching for deeper healing from "Nature's darkened maze". As moon's light gave rise to think, all is not a lost cause I thank heaven's beauty giving this comforting pause. Such peaceful silence next broken by a faint- Who, Who an owl has spoken, "Hold this gift now given to you". Heart skips a beat, knowing this is a heavenly sign waves of sweetest joy surge forth, "Saying all will be fine"! With hope for my tomorrows, saying all will be fine I linger long, on that bountiful feast I still dine. Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018 Sonnet, ( THIRTEEN ON THIRTEEN) Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 Total # Syllables: 182 Total # Words: 134 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 354] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-14-2018 05:24 PM I wrote this poem today for a contest..-Tyr Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die I write verse, live in the moment and score the past oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast, yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page, some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage. Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear my course was set, but it was not always so clear, wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark, world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark. As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained, life had given perspective and a renewed lease although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece. Just an old poet, holding on until I die poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why! Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 355] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-16-2018 06:03 AM Written for contest.... Can We Join Again, Seek Love's Promised Goal What awesome color was our love my dear glowing pink, vibrant blue or sultry red? Did we not love so fiercely without fear dance, laughing gaily without dreaded dread? Yes my love, I was a fool that was weak, in my greed, sought to have very much more. In darkness, lies came each time I would speak once I tread, black waters in hell's first shore! What now my love, is forgiveness a path or in your anger, hurt pride just more wrath? Does it matter, I overcame that dark finally faced all, live with this black mark? This note sent, written by a weeping soul. Can we dance again, seek love's promised goal? Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2018 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 356] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-20-2018 12:47 PM Where Distant Shores, Offer Real Peace And Renewed Hearts Where distant shores, enter into dream's sweetest glows there Hope and Love, counter life's hardest of hard blows. In such mystical realms our spirits can then soar, far above tragedy this dark world gladly pours. In that paradise where love sings its sweetest sounds, blessed we are, to find world's pain no longer pounds. Where distant shores- offer sun, sky and sandy beach Hope and Love can mortal lives so happily teach. Each day is a gift, if we embrace Truth and Light, walk a bold path, ever seek to do what is right. In that dreamworld bring our sorrows from dark of night with the newfound gift of relief from fearful fright. Where distant shores, offer real peace and renewed hearts all may find souls receiving gifts true love imparts. Robert J. Lindley, 6- 16- 2018 Sonnet ( Where paradise, dreams and mortal hopes meet) **************************************************************** Written for a contest but I forgot to enter it. However that contest closed this morning. My bad..... I seem to have too many things to remember as of late, but still this sonnet was written, so some good came out of it after all. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 357] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-25-2018 08:52 AM When Death And Darkness Consume Youth's Brave Heart When so very young, life cut him to bleed blood red day's illuminations sought refuge far away; He did not seek grace but with courage fought instead when better was to seek healing Light, kneel to pray. Battle, necessity demands deep rage be born for darkness and malevolence consume all heart; long tentacles of evil make living forlorn ripping any shreds of peace, love and joy apart. As he began to love cuts of bright crimson flow sorrow diminished and he embraced waves of hate; soon so lost, all pleasures came from ill winds that blow too oft, evil becomes irreversible Fate. Now a soldier feared by darkest of wicked beasts. He too joins in death's all consuming bloody feasts. R.J. Lindley, APRIL 9TH, 1974 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: 120 Old Note- The tragedy that war too oft destroys even those that survive it. New Note- Nothing changed, war is still the last act one should choose to resolve conflict. Yet as mankind is fallen, war is an unavoidable curse of walking in blindness, IMHO.--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 358] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-01-2018 05:34 PM When Thy Heart And Soul Have Both Been Fleeced When thy heart and soul have both been fleeced world shattered, thy hidden demons released, canyons of whirling circles in night dreams dark rules, no saving light left that redeems. Life raped, your sanctuary invaded, joy for epic pains were thus dark-traded truth is, Hope has yet to be defeated, shall not be, if Love is not ill-treated. Look up! Bright sun still shines upon thy head Spring is golden, gleaming roses are red, world kicked hard but races on as before lift thy head, open eyes, walk through that door. When all is said and done, know this reward greater that gift when life faced was so hard. Robert J. Lindley, 9-15- 1979 Sonnet, ( Tough Nut To Crack, When Has Been Fire Tested) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 359] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-09-2018 09:20 AM Where Love Was So Hot, It Melts Hardest Of Stone He loved her so much, his soul awash in her all Forever had no real meaning until she came Her touch, searing flame that inspired his lustful call She the ravishing beauty, he wild and untamed Together, dark and evil world appeared so bright Future promised paradise and castles of gold Glowing moons honored them on hottest love filled nights Unknown, yet theirs was greatest story ever told Dawn's first wakening shown only in her bright smiles His heart and soul tender, seeking beautiful flame With true love, no jealous envy or clever wiles Each whispered prayers of love, saying the other's name Where Love was so hot, that it melts hardest of stone They had found Love, never again to be alone Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2018 SONNET,(INSPIRED BY A DREAM LAST NIGHT) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 360] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-11-2018 03:21 PM Why Poets Are An Illumination In This Dark World Gifting poetic words, let the flow be of friendly act and not darker falsehoods that so many fear to retract, if honor and truth's justice abides to steel your bold charge know that such aid is rewarded, with blessings small and large! Wherein earthen rulers crack cruel whips and thus command ill-gained fruits from miserable poor that hard work the land, poets live to pontificate and Light's truth thus extol dire penalties for evil, burning fires of Sheol! Why write if not to deliver Love's magnificent heart sacrifice gems of soul seeking grace and thereby impart, life's lessons, to benefit this darken world's fallen blind walk lit path, see goodness manifold, returned in kind. Allow poets this noble quest to create gifts that may heal Follow sage wisdom, send heart's purest joy to seal the deal. Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2018 Sonnet, (Inspired by Ngoc Nguyen's fantastic sonnet , titled- (Sonnet-"Poetic Justice") Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 Total # Syllables: 196 Total # Words: 136 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 361] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-18-2018 03:56 AM Will Their Valor And Courage Buy A Reprieve Was it a nightmare, gory horror show battlefield where death's malevolence grows? Soaked by buckets of warm seeping red blood that once peaceful soil now reddish, red mud. Why had such valiant men sacrificed so much leaving behind, lovers, wives tender touch? Are all doomed to Hades, its punishments leaving loved ones to scream wailing laments. Will their valor and courage buy a reprieve heal the misery of those that yet grieve, give greater life and love to those left behind or a sad loss to forever remind? We may ask, do wars brave dead, go to hell, even if those brave souls dutifully fell? R. J. Lindley, Nov. 22nd, 1975 Sonnet, ( Does Honor, Courage and Valor truly mean what we think) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 362] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2018 05:33 PM When This Broken, Only A Dark Sonnet Will Do In this deep melting pot of sorrow's seeping doom nightmares, I see hearse caravans rolling through gloom; with sad echoes of creaking wheels and painful shades comes immense agonies of ever piercing blades. My soul seeks shelter from splinters of dying wood shielding grief stricken heart from dark barely withstood; curse that penetrates spirit's armors, valor's halls with shards of poison glass, cutting through castle walls. Midnight shadows come out, dance in repugnant scenes vomiting spittle, with hideous stagnant greens; Fate and Time, both delay dawns lights, needed reprieve enjoying all the more, epic loss this heart grieves. As dawn and its promise reminds, faith saved this life, I see again, death's horrors on that bloody knife. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2018 Dark Sonnet, ( Fate's Curses and Its Deep Plunged Daggers) 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 116 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 363] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-24-2018 05:58 PM A dark sonnet from decades past. --Tyr Fate's Wicked Black Hand And Its Long Sharp Sword As withdrawn sword shows its reds and gashed side aches so horror's hand is shown in colors that are vibrant, within swirling shadows and their flesh flaying blows echo black curses and cuts that are redundant. As this rampaging world, crashes upon the weak innocent souls walk into nights of wanton sins, oft embracing evil with relish, stench that reeks with no thought to stop or ever make true amends. When it seems Fate's granite mountains tumble on down falling to crush blind masses and drink flowing blood, safely away have flown those with their golden crowns into havens far from the poor they see as crude. Yet even mighty Kings can not flee Fate's true wrath as dark deeds insure miseries lay in their path. Robert J. Lindley, Sept, 26th, 1979 Dark-Sonnet, (Fate Insures That Even Mighty Kings Fall) Syllables Per Line:12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 126 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 364] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-30-2018 04:02 PM If Despair And Sorrows Vanquish All Hope When those sad tears wet aging eyes heartfelt moans accompany such cries there time and love denies beauty's soft touch, this wicked, evil world has crushed far too much! When hurt and pain consume romance break its firm hold, giving not a chance such deep cuts, each broken heart penetrates where blood puddles in pools as it concentrates! When her heart flees, sadness arrives often is best if one but survives in dark pits where miseries gain power demons toss down pain from their high black towers! If soul wakes where horrors amass and abound You have fallen, only saved if true light found. Robert J. Lindley, 7-30-2018 Sonnet in (8,9,10,11 syllable verse rhymes) Syllables Per Line: 8 9 10 11 0 8 9 10 11 0 8 9 10 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 136 Total # Words: 104 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 365] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-05-2018 10:14 PM Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears If you have left me say it plain some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain. If dawn shines and you are not here morn's coffee will taste of my tears. I'll not beg you back, not my style I will deeply mourn little while. Strap on my boots, in dark world go embrace sorrows I've come to know. If you ask forgive, try again I will say no and say amen Let your past forever be gone I'll chew my cud and live alone. When we both die, again we meet. I will pray not your soul to greet. Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018 Sonnet, (Love Once Broken) 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: 100 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 366] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2018 05:09 AM Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me Sitting in the dark, hearing voices in the hall remembering my many lovers, one and all. Some that sent my heart aloft, on heavenly flights others that kept me company on lonely nights. Sitting in the dark, seeing true beauties once known then, the fairest of gardens, never overgrown. Night waning, those echoes, their honey-drenching calls also remind me, of my many faults and falls! Sitting in the dark, with darkness covering me begging each, please forgive me, what I did to thee. Silence, as each lover then slowly fades away Ah yes, we mortals, for our sins we have to pay! Dawn sent morning rays, break me from my dreaming trance Was I wrong seeking many in youthful romance? Robert J. Lindley, 8-07-2018 Sonnet, ( Recurring Dreams) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 120 Note: Woke 4 am , decided to write this one as it was fresh on my mind... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 367] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-18-2018 09:16 AM Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees; life serves best those adventurously bold, walking worn paths, resting under its trees. Seek in truth the great beauty God has made the opulence of colors in blue skies; let not dark, thy human empathy degrade to sorrows that in turn, love's joys deny. Instead, denude kings of their stolen cloaks and the golden castles they have stolen; take time to visit regale forest oaks, ride the rapids of rivers swift and swollen. Abandon dead trails and thy Sybarite lust let Natures awe, thy seeking heart there adjust. Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018 Sonnet, ( Nature's Great Gifts And Its Awesome Healing Powers) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 368] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-18-2018 11:49 AM Power Of Beauty's Deep Kiss That Is Thine Our hearts woke to more, life, love and we two with no score kept, our joy was overdue; for more and sweetest of all our love-nights, a testament, lover's purest delights, succulent flavor in finest of wine power of beauty's deep kiss that is thine. Two souls danced on romance's golden shore finding ardor's depths that truly restore, the vineyard and luscious grapes on the vine you found your love and the blessing was mine. As two renewed spirits in paradise dwelt purest love, beauty of the rose was thus felt. Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018 Sonnet, ( True Heavenly Angel That Once Was Sent) Note- Woke to loud calls from my demanding muse. Her scorn clear her order was leave those blues. Regain the reward of the blessing of true heart. Again poetry and sweeter life restart. Live up to thoughts and reward of thy friends Spread ink and know, poet's love never ends. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 369] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-27-2018 07:02 AM Nature And Spring Both Represent Hope Eternal Late in Spring, newborn buds were bright and agrowin' sun spoke early, roosters for fight were acrowin' hours rolled on by, cold winds soon began ablowin' northeaster acomin' on, signs were ashowin'. Garden tilled and planted, new plants were emergin' was a fantastic new year, high hopes were surgin' the last few years, weather had been crop destroyin' farmers had been their most faithful prayers employin'. Dusk had arrived, cold blizzard winds were ahowlin' like ravenous pack, hungry wolves now aprowlin' ready for new feasts, long sharp claws disembowling' not again, not again, farmers were avowin'. Next year Spring again, new hopes began asproutin'. Farmers got needed rains, praise they were ashoutin'. R.J. Lindley, March, 25th, 1973 Sonnet, ( Farmer's Lament and Farmer's Faithful Hopes) (Inspired by my study of the fabulous poetry of the famous poet, Frank L. Stanton) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 112 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 370] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-01-2018 08:06 PM Between Hopeless Groans And Epic Sorrows Living mad, sad, broken and overwrought dragging rusty chains, in misery caught. Praying anew, through, true heart wrenching woes fighting this wicked world where anything goes. No time to feel, chill, heal slow bleeding on blinded feasts so many are feeding. One cut birthing more, sunrise to sunset despair thinking, never better it gets. Can not, rush, hush, brush, these sorrows away best any light gives is faint feeble grey. In between fallen down, doing without pray for you, if you know what its about. Living mad, no time to feel, can not hold hope for relief before I am too old. Robert J. Lindley, (original composition, 2- 23-1978) Sonnet, ( When Destiny, Sends Its Darkest Dark-Storms) Note-- Major rewrite of an old poem, today- 9-01-2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 371] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-03-2018 01:04 PM My Gift In Having You, Dear Friends Did Once Extol Despite grace and beauty, your silence ate my soul in that realization, aching pain broke in; my friends, my great luck in having you, did extol our breakup, I simply knew not how to begin! Neither you nor I could such tragedy explain sad missteps, sorrows found, each of our greatest banes. To this day, better than your love, I have not found yet tho' life may beat and trample us at its will; we are not during such times always chained and bound for in love's seas, we may reap without any till. As destiny plucked away bliss, with heavy hand it did not burden with more, than we could withstand. Despite grace and beauty, your sad flight ate my soul. My gift in having you, dear friends did once extol. R. J. Lindley, April 3rd, 1978 Sonnet, ( Tragic, Magnificent Love Lost, Never Regained ) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 132 Note- This is an old poem, slightly edited today to present here now. I am not being lazy when presenting these old poems. I am reviewing my old stuff, to either keep it or else completely trash it. Some are keepers but need minor editing. A few are keepers but need heavy editing. This one needed very minor editing( about 3 minutes worth). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 372] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-10-2018 07:32 AM Each Swearing, One Day More, Just One Day More Moon was waning, much needed sleep gaining both lovers tired of heartache explaining. One cried, there is the exit door take it I alone will surely fair well, make it. Other lover cried, yes, I bet you could with the guy, that has been chopping my wood. There is the door, why don't you just take it I was real my love, I didn't fake it. Silence stood hard, from naked truths given both lovers needed to be forgiven. Then sleep overtook both their warring dreams soon would come morning sun soft golden gleams. They dressed, then ate and kissed at the front door. Each swearing, one day more, just one day more! Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2018 Sonnet, (Love and Regret, Chained Together),(Sad Lives) Note- Written about two people I knew them both many decades ago. Over 40 years now and they are still together. Seems they each learned to forgive and lived happily after all. Love is also about forgiveness and endurance... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 373] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-10-2018 05:44 AM Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018 Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits) Note- Saddest notes played in late midnight hours, are regrets falling like rain from darkened towers yet no man is immune from this darken curse for life is a play lived with no time to rehearse. Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds As fleeting hours flew into eternal abyss once youth and love, imagined to dream so went grave error that time allows this facing life, always with full head of steam. We marvel at the beauty of ancient oaks majestic towers stretching to eager skies oft captured in the glory of artistic strokes yet burdened by this world of worldly lies. Weep not for more, for dying is our Fate and task of living well often most hard if one has learned and loved, they can relate evil world is a test, just ask any bard. Life flees, as if faint whispers in moaning winds. Yet we all feign power, to so mold how it ends. Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018 Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 Decided to write a sonnet this morn. Just let my pen run its course. My muse decided to go on vacation, so this was composed without her influence and written with no edits and no wavering..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 374] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-24-2018 04:27 PM When Her Tender Heart Fell Into Such Heartless Throes He once stood there alone, waiting for sharp axe to fall very young knave and fool, waxing strong in his prime terrible memories but this one he recalls for love was stabbed and damn, it was a great crime! When her tender heart fell into such heartless throes innocent beauty, cut by long invisible blades some have said, "well often that is just how love goes" for blackest of souls create saddest of parades! Life should have shown her mercy, as such is divine for passion soothed not nor had justice arrived for cruelty is mistress to dark lusts, yours or mine such cases evil sent, was hellishly contrived! That young knave, saw her tears fall heavy as he fled Years fly, looking back says , " tis she I should have wed"! Robert J. Lindley, May 4th, 1977 Sonnet, ( When Love Crushed An Innocent Heart) Note-- Old poem edited today, 10-24-2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 375] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-22-2018 06:19 PM Earth Years, Oft Brief As Sparrow's Flight To walk among men knowing not world is ugly, full of its rot. Alas! Gone is youth we once wore and innocence sings, never more! To love too much or not at all past times, sweet treasures one recalls. Earth years oft brief as sparrow's flight yet great blessings when love is right! How we dread, death's eternal kiss as if its dark touch could we miss. Pray mercy for those that remain hold faith we shall see them again! To walk among men knowing not live well life you already got! R.J. Lindley, July 9th, 1979 Sonnet, (Looking Back From Those Future Tomorrows) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 376] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-27-2018 08:30 AM Poetic Words Given To Today's Youth If each bite of this world is so bitter tasted Youthful years have flow on by, most of them wasted And your deepest dreams that fruited, are now dying You will find, to little avails your sad crying. If breaking heartache has become your bosom friend Life drags on, its merciless curses never end And in dead of dark nights, dread eats into your soul Look back at your trashed hours and your lone empty bowl. If you beg for more years to waste as a blind fool Each day, you prove you are a worthless sorry tool And you know you have hurt many in your heyday You will have only one course, bow your head and pray. These words they may appear too hard and maybe trite. Yet the blind may only see if they regain sight. Robert J. Lindley, 12-21-2018 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 377] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-24-2019 09:08 AM Each New Dawn, I Beg Morn's Light To Erase Of what darkness does this dreadful beast hail with its sharp fangs, long claws and pointy tail is it from midnight realm Poe created or a curse of which my soul is fated? On special nights it both growls and loud speaks about how Death will be come in mere weeks then how it will kill all those I cherish curse sent, that all my beloved perish! Each new dawn, I beg morn's Light to erase this dark thing that spits venom in my face or cast back into pits of hell's making swear my vices to soon be forsaking! No word comes back me to give me good cheer Could it be, beast is my own mind, in fear? Robert J. Lindley August 16th, 1979 Dark sonnet, ( Why the Black in Night is Feared ) 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: 120 Note: I have again restarted my drive to get some my old poems out of the dark and into the light of day. The ones that are in my private journals and have only ever been seen by me and many of those not seen even by me in decades. This one is a dark sonnet inspired by a dream, rather a nightmare.. Back in 79' I often drank a glass of fine whiskey before hitting the bed to sleep. Just to take the edge off you know. Looking back now, I believe that it only replaced the edge into my dream realm it seems..- lol -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 378] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-18-2019 07:54 AM Presenting two new sonnets to this thread this morn. One was written this morn, while the other was written 25 years ago. I hope you may read and enjoy both. -Tyr (1.) Where Beams Forth, Return Of Lifesaving Light Great sorrows that press upon weeping chests weigh in deep the heartache of dear Hope lost from highest of shining mountaintop crests cast into abyss, at pain's greatest cost. As despair sails forth in black-masted ship over salty tears, fallen from ones soul as misery, causes courage to slip and agony digs deeper, its black hole. Trepidation and midnight cries abound as malignant horror grows from sad moans there is no new hope, no paradise found just music, unforgettable tones. Where beams forth, return of lifesaving light As calamity eats up the long night? Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2019 Sonnet, ( can ever, dying embers re-flame) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ************************************* (2.) I That Troddeth Through Flames Of Hades To Burn I that troddeth through flames of Hades to burn Sheddeth my blacken, snakelike and scaly skin As glowing embers scorch me, this I did learn Man has no other course but to wallow in sin. This dark world, its ungodly gifting of pleasure Holds sweetest, that taste of our depraving lusts As evil enfolds life and casts its false treasures Its blackened winds destroy with their hidden gusts! Pray tell, which saving grace awaits one's reaching hand And will wield power, to a long, lost soul rescue Doom and gloom are true shadows within this land As rushing storms fly forth to envelope me and you! As I pray, will you understand my great woe? Should I run far away, will you too, dare to go? Robert J. Lindley, July 12th 1994, ( Why We Know God Exists ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 379] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-08-2019 08:49 PM Sonnet Doubles, Forty Year Span What Great Love, Our Memory Shall Remain What is left when I am buried and dust ancient grave upon which a white-stone rests vanished shades of a future we did trust as if that one great wave would never crest! What great love or memory shall remain when deepest of sleep, centuries accrue will it matter wealth, worthless earthly gain as paying of the pied piper comes due? What truth, shall weigh in as ones repentance when exposing light shines its judging gleams will sad regrets reduce final sentence or give power to mercy graving dreams? Pray tell, can great sorrows yield forgiveness? Birthing mercy a gift, divine kindness? R.J. Lindley, April 3rd, 1979 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 ****************************************************** Fate Peeled Back Its Deepest Dark Curtain Fate peeled back its deepest dark curtain leaving nothing to chance, all certain this year the bravest of heroes dies golden streets flooded with angel cries. What justice, one so young shall perish midst of love of those he so cherish roars not a harder, greater anguish than living through and in pain languish With hunger for life, for love's sweet touch so cursed and sadly fated such Fate, its massive powers so decreed greatest hero on battlefield bleeds steps into eternity, no seeds grave now hidden by overgrown weeds! Robert J. Lindley, 4-08-2019 Sonnet in nines. Syllables Per Line:9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 Total # Syllables:126 Total # Words:90 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ******************************* Sonnet doubles..... a 40 year span -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 380] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-09-2019 09:44 AM Note: Robert J. Lindley, January 25th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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: 88 Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Heavy Gate Sonnet number I of XII From dawn, its rays boldly gleaming, spring flowers covering new fields, Nature, beasts and plants both teeming their bounty true, as treasured yields. In this world, sun gifts us power tho' we oft waste its deep treasures. From its passing we judge our hours, while racing seeking more pleasures. Upon night's falling, its black veil Lo! The blackness and its dark walls Fear, we see black as its own hell and inside rings low ghostly calls. Earth's porch, beyond its heavy gate. Arms of fury held, Time awaits. Robert J. Lindley, January 25th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 *************************************************** Note: Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019 February 16th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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:82 Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Spinning Turns Sonnet number II of XII From its Heavens, moon, starry nights glistening rays that set afire, Hope and heart, dancing twins in flight to humanity thus inspire. Within Time and longings that stir dreams entwined in soul's loving dance Rests love's great cause, in finding her angel of true fated romance. Among the throngs that planet hold its ripe apples ready to eat Are those rare gems, ones never sold treasure, if victory thus greets. Earth's porch, resting in wondrous awe. Destiny of man is to fall. Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019 February 16th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 381] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-10-2019 09:03 AM Robert J. Lindley, 4-10-2019 March 12th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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:80 Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Fallen State Sonnet number III of XII Bright the hopes of dawn's new reprieves blessing some days with so much more, World rebels, with its lies deceives all of man's weaknesses explore. Not enough, earn ones daily bread world adds, vile insatiable greed Darkest paths it promotes instead selling such false steps as great needs. Warmth, flickering flames oft inspires gluttony of flesh and dark acts Wanting much more, greed never tires black-trails made into virgin tracts. Earth's porch, looking into abyss Humanity begs more of this. Robert J. Lindley, 4-10-2019 March 12th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 382] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-13-2019 02:17 PM Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2019 April 19th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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: 80 Earth's Porch, Within Its Spinning Storms, Sonnet number IV of XII Sad days of great calamities within spinning storms, of lost hope Man cries out, his infirmities begs to be hung by a new rope. World gifts many its meager meal its stale loaves on shattered plates Kids joining gangs, with new friends steal only starving can one relate. Alas! Greater dark eats its share spreading hatred in its parades Innocence bellows, its not fair the ease of these savage charades. Earth's porch, looking into abyss Humanity begs more of this. Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2019 April 19th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 383] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-15-2019 05:47 AM Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019 original May 27th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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: 88 Earth's Porch, Embracing Spring's Rebirths, Sonnet number V of XII Mark the blessings of Spring's new rains cascade of showers and new life Start of relief, from winter's pains true gift of fading away strife. From glowing of gems comes bright smiles hope and joy in this season's birth Joining of delight, to walk miles have newfound faith for all its worth. For he that shuns not loving light, may learn yet again to re-see Open eyes to far greater sight beauty of heart's gifts, shade of tree Earth's porch, looking into abyss Humanity begs more of this. Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019 original May 27th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 384] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-17-2019 05:52 AM Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019 original June 15th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... 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: 80 Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze, Sonnet number VI of XII Barefoot and walking white beach sands waves meeting shore gentle splashing Sandcastles built, kids busy hands all about, they with smiles flashing Beauty of Life, this glowing scene peaceful calm enters eager soul Seeking more, those rambunctious teens yet unaware of world's great toll Feeling cool winds, deep need to pray for this dear happiness will flee Ask God's love, be blessed to stay with full faith in the trinity Earth's porch, looking into abyss Humanity begs more of this. Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019 original June 15th, 1989 Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought) Note: Brought from my private journal. Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 385] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-18-2019 06:52 AM This was removed from the Poem A Day thread, having been placed there by mistake. Now presented in the correct thread, the Sonnet thread. Sorry..--Tyr As I Walk Hard Narrow Path, Dust In My Mouth I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South, With edges slippery and turns so quick Oft so weary, too often so damn sick. Trudging on through, into midnight's dark cast Praying my courage will forever last, And in my dreams, I meet my angel here She of sweetest heart and devoid of fear. Each new sunset , I watch those red-burnt rays Muttering words, as only poor boy prays, In wind's soft blows, I hear, "patience rewards" Step thee lively, avoid the broken shards! I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South. R.J. Lindley , July 11th, 1973 Sonnet, ( Working on the farm before sun-up until after sunset) 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 2019 ************************************************** ** Decided to bring this one right on out of my private journal. Hope you may enjoy it, as I wrote it at age 19.... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 386] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-19-2019 01:04 PM Triple sonnets united...-Tyr **************************************************** 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"! Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019 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 in love's hot 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 to fight 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, December 3rd, 2004 Sonnet, ( Where true love casts its light) 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 ******************************************** One Of The Deepest Mysteries Of Life If the wistful wind sighs, and I take my last breath will my mortal soul weep only at this, my death? Can man live, our existence ever understand death is natural, its living we must withstand? If years eat away at eager heart, soul and mind can true love and moonlight stroll release such a bind? Shall warm kisses found under bright glistening stars banish sad memories, remove deepest of scars? If sent, will blessings renew hope and faithful thought on the correctness of Love, the kind never bought? When whispering winds proclaim Life is too cruel know this, Love is the most magnificent jewel. If heart and soul can unite to dear romance seek. Into vagaries of Life and Fate we may peak. R.J. Lindley, January 10th, 1974 Sonnet, ( Asketh why the barnyard rooster crows.) Syllables Per Line:12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables:168 Total # Words:124 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 387] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-24-2019 08:02 AM Hold Thy Judgment, Truth Is Not So Well Seen Hold thy judgment, truth is not so well seen, Thou, that sits in luxuries and decides! Fate and Time, can both, off the path careen Into deep hellish dark, that life oft hides While this teeming world, its course wildly sets, Mere mortals must walk upon broken glass! Far too oft, we are forced to take our bets On when to stop our race, when to fly pass. If thy heart seeks truth, its binding powers, Light thee brighter candles, to see life clear. Walk without fear of black shadow towers And within thine own heart strive thee to hear, Striking notes of love's romance sounding clock Even should it send, that which mind so shocks! Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2019 Sonnet, ( Wash Thine Eyes In Clear Streams) Note- Inspired from a dream I had last night... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 388] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2019 05:40 AM Holmes And Baskerville Both Had Vicious Hounds Sonnet Doubles, A Poet's Deeper Thoughts I Will Not Fiddle To New Hollow Tunes I will not play fiddle to hollow tune nor beg day, be lit by pale light of moon life to have worth, must not be so deceived for with truth suffering can be relieved. This heart has much dark's evil eluded will not now, its cover be denuded. I will not dance to vanities now set nor walk wicked paths such as life begets living happy, requires morals and pride not lies which others behind now hide. This heart has much dark's evil eluded will not now, its cover be denuded. I will not bow to today's false new course Too oft such error leads to great remorse. Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2019 Sonnet, ( When One Must Take Truly Honorable Stand ) ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ Holmes And Baskerville Both Had Vicious Hounds Writing into dark is not out of bounds Holmes* and Baskerville* both had vicious hounds Life is far, far more than our blinded eyes can see Composing poems, now major part of me. Into that deep, oft hides creative spark Shadows that play or lurk in the black dark In such realms, great imagination swells Be it of woe'some nightmares born of hells! Oft there is master Poe, Raven and me Making darker verse portraits, just we three Scary tales of death, red blood, spilled guts Fantasy so deep, others may think nuts! So please join master Poe, Raven and me As we ride into deeper born fantasies! Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2019 Sonnet, ( Why Writing Is In My Poetic Free Flowing Blood ) Notes: References made: 1. Holmes* and 2. Baskerville* The Hound of the Baskervilles From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Series Sherlock Holmes Publisher George Newnes Publication date 1902[1] Preceded by The Final Problem (last story of The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes) Followed by The Return of Sherlock Holmes Text The Hound of the Baskervilles at Wikisource The Hound of the Baskervilles is the third of the four crime novels written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle featuring the detective Sherlock Holmes. Originally serialized in The Strand Magazine from August 1901 to April 1902, it is set largely on Dartmoor in Devon in England's West Country and tells the story of an attempted murder inspired by the legend of a fearsome, diabolical hound of supernatural origin. Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. Watson investigate the case. This was the first appearance of Holmes since his apparent death in "The Final Problem", and the success of The Hound of the Baskervilles led to the character's eventual revival.[2] One of the most famous stories ever written,[2] in 2003, the book was listed as number 128 of 200 on the BBC's The Big Read poll of the UK's "best-loved novel."[3] In 1999, it was listed as the top Holmes novel, with a perfect rating from Sherlockian scholars of 100.[4] Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 389] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-14-2019 12:02 PM As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight (Sonnet doubles series,) For Only Inflamed Passion, Can This Death Explain She hung a huge millstone around my neck breaking my world asunder, my life wreck I first found love's glory in her dark eyes later to found out our love she denies! Bound fast and trapped in her sexy allure lost in ardor thinking her angel pure I walked for her a torn, jagged mile all for a kiss and her promising smile! With swirling world shattered she laughed at me her ample bosom swelling up with glee All the more my immense desires raged on until I slow bled out cut to the bone! Yes, her sexy body drove me insane Only inflamed passion, this death explains. Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019 Sonnet, ( A Gruesome Death Brought On By Love ) ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight As that poison arrow his heart entered he saw love broken, as its truth splintered only seconds to think he cried out loud it is you my love under that black shroud. She shuttered, her heart about to explode light exposed terrible lies she had told he saw her evil and wanted to leave she would play her part and soon truly grieve. She bent over and kissed his dying brow asking, can you my evil- see it now Last words, uttered in heartbroken pain Yes love, and your dark will always remain. They say his grave deep-moans on moonlit nights As he still sees, poison arrow in flight. Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019 Sonnet, ( The Blacken Curse That Was Her Wicked Name ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 Presented this morn at my home poetry site. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 390] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-17-2019 07:53 AM Chosen Quote: "Delicious tears! The heart's own dew." Letitia Elizabeth Landon. Beautiful Sadness As morn births bold new welcoming relief in dawn's deepest gasping of wonderment Life thrives upon true love, not morbid grief for beauty's depths are purest contentment. Whether tears are falling from joy or pains heart and soul together, sweet as morn's dew with happiness Life's serenity gains magnificent fruits of treasure come due! True and so delicious such worthy meals rewarding our fortitude, hopes and dreams within such bliss sweetest pleasure we feel flows forth as clearest waters in cool streams! When mortal heart, true master will obey Faithfulness is born, that will never stray! (Robert J. Lindley) July 17, 2019 Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest Chosen Title 3, "Beautiful Sadness" Sponsored by: Dear Heart Contest: Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest Contest Description There will be multiple placements in this Writing Challenge. I NEW, DATED poem on the theme of . . . . melancholy ANY FORM, stay true to the form, 10 lines to whatever, no combining shorties like haiku or senyru but you can use one at the end of your poem. I would like you to create or find a QUOTE you like and put it at the beginning of your poem, separate it from the poem. Titles to use -1. Broken Bleeding Heart 2. There Is Such Heartbreak To See 3. Beautiful Sadness (I used Haibun in my example but you can use any form.) At the bottom put date written, challenge and sponsor -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 391] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2019 07:51 PM Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019 Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To ) 1. pallid: pal·lid /'pal?d/ Learn to pronounce adjective (of a person's face) pale, typically because of poor health. synonyms: pale, white, pasty, pasty-faced, wan, colorless, anemic, bloodless, washed out, peaky, peakish, peaked, whey-faced, ashen, ashen-faced, ashy, chalky, chalk white, gray, whitish, white-faced, waxen, waxy, blanched, drained, pinched; This Night Under Pale And Pallid New Moon In pale moonlight I mourn for thy soft hand for your loss, is more than I can withstand you were my all, orchard's sweet fruited bough alone in hollow realm, this heart weeps now. This night under pale and pallid new moon waiting in your favorite month of June each gust of your gentle breeze a godsend upon this eager face, hope never ends. Come swiftly my love, eternity calls from its golden depths, its most loving halls I hear your sweet voice and beg your dear touch no other treasure bequeaths me so much as does this fleeting hour you and I meet with prayer, I again fall at your feet. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019 Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 392] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-27-2019 03:05 PM Quote: "Without a knowledge of mythology much of the elegant literature of our own language cannot be understood and appreciated." Thomas Bulfinch https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/thomas_bulfinch_306319 Understand, Life Is Not All Sweet Bread And Roses Yes we that write and boldly do so with deep dark often fire our volleys, in verses bold and stark using mythology and its heroes and beasts hungry poets, we dare dine on fantastic feasts! Walking through ancient castles, with deep murky moats with courage swimming in our true poetic oats Living dreams, splashing ink upon freer page venting from heart, expelling vile from raging rage! Yes, such is true, tis not for those of kinder stock those of more timid fare, that such verses so shock yet this poetic soul, its search, its true calling must walk a truer path, else face its down falling! Understand, life is not all sweet bread and roses Should we ink it, only as honey-dip posies? Robert J. Lindley, 7-27-2019 Sonnet, ( When My Ink Is Black, My Verses Dark ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 393] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-29-2019 04:23 PM I Went Out Into The Naked City I went out into the naked city to watch splattering and pouring wet rain times in life things are a damn sad pity when epic loss runs hard against the grain. I danced in the lonesome low moonlight with nerves frayed deep into these broken bones beneath heaven's glory, rushed soft starlight as Time echoed its lost sadden tones. I drank darkness, to birth new falling stars for new love was hiding deep within me refugee from hurt's fleeing bitter scars with hope and heart both begging to be free. I found new beginnings, in that sweet roar Love swore to find me, through that open door! Robert J. Lindley, 7-29-2019 Sonnet, ( Finding Treasure Under Sweet Starlit Skies ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 394] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-15-2019 06:11 AM Seeking Honor And Rectitude In This Dark World When pen was, a mighty razor-sharp blade pulled from scabbard, made from bright-red blood legion were deep cuts, its slashes once made to separate true Life, from Earthen crude. If these veins could again birth sweeter ink no longer stain virgin paper with dread soul renew, not further into dark sink in caverns reserved for walking dead! No longer can sorrows drive praying heart nor grasp fortitude to seek hope's dreams Life held, when poetry played its part winning battles over mere mortal schemes. Alas! Pen now finds its ink hard frozen Death of poet's spirit Fate has chosen! Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2019 Sonnet,( Aliud loqui verum, seu silere ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 395] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-18-2019 12:06 PM Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not Fair When high noon rays waken a sleeping man window's glare never thought into his plan just another problem in a broken life blends with misery since he lost his wife. With angry scowl, rises to pull the shade thinking damn that bright sun that God hath made then stomach cries feed me you lazy bum be quick about it, do not act so dumb. Into kitchen, dirty dishes and all once it was spotless, before Love's great fall there by the table lay her wedding ring bitter broken memory, great the sting. Yet noonday sun, its rays having no care Eggs he ate thinking, Life is just not fair. R.J. Lindley, 7-08- 1976 Sonnet, ( Divorce, Waking To Its Sad Aftermath ) Old Note: Deleted... New Note: Decades flown on by, memory that still haunts, midnight echoes into noonday sun, sadly and badly still this soul, cry out hello, just to hiss and taunt.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 396] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-20-2019 01:17 PM As Those Western Blue Skies Up And Roared Cowboy rode his horse, gentle on the reins crossing hot prairie, while in lonesome pains yet rainbow song played in beating heart for soon he and his love, would never part. She a beauty with only eyes for he with an eager love larger than a sea her gentle touch, her lips gave sweet treasure she gave hope, in an unequal measure. From hill crest he soon saw her standing there in her radiant glow, nothing more fair spurring faithful mount, to her arms he went to ravenous angel heaven surely sent! As those western blue skies up and roared Cowboy knew Love, he had truly scored! Robert J. Lindley, 8-20-2019 Sonnet, ( Across The Burning Hot Desert He Rode ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ************************************************* Note: Written from a very vivid dream I had last night. I guess I've watched a thousand cowboy shows in my log life, but this dream seemed so real. Delayed writing this but somehow it forced me to sit down and compose, as the pressure to compose just became truly immense. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 397] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-16-2019 08:00 AM As Low Midnight Sounds Into Sad Soul Seep When aching heart pleads deep for break of day As low midnight sounds into sad soul seep Lonesome the solitude that has its way When stabbing sorrows deny peaceful sleep. Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain A cold that births chills of darkened dread Echoes of her kiss, memories remain As dead dreams float above her empty bed. Great hard blows hit with chiming of the clock As visions parade before teary eyes Head pounds like a sledge hammer breaking rock When recalling her vows and well spun lies. Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain. Echoes of her kiss, memories remain. Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2019 Sonnet, "Dark" ( When Dark Of Night Delivers Those Lost Love Blows ) Note, Recollections of youthful loss and nights of sorrowing pains, wild youth costs, lost loves and echoes that yet visit on dark nights when shadows come out to play.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 398] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-24-2019 10:09 PM In Dreams, She Saw Love's True Faith As Her Goal With her heart sad she wept, her tears fell deep his love was bad, his vows he did not keep, each new morn, she found her bed held no prize he had crept off, left her with his dark lies She found her wealth, his heart it did so stir more so than her charms, he was a true cur, with words he said, my true love, I love you as she heard, her heart knew it was not true. Yet love had ate its sweet bread and its fill she would fall for his charms and his old spill, her pals would say, tis true, he is no good kick him to the curb, you know that you should. In dreams, she saw love's true faith as her goal. Yet his dark lies, in the end, took their toll. Robert J. Lindley, 2019 September 24 checked by, howmanysyllables.com 14 lines x 10 syllables = a perfect 140 syllables/ 140 words written for William Kekaula's, "Because It's A Tuesday 140 - 140 Sonnet Poetry Contest" Note: cur /kər/ noun noun: cur; plural noun: curs an aggressive dog or one that is in poor condition, especially a mongrel. Similar: dog hound canine tyke mongrel half-breed cross mixed breed hybrid male dog bitch pup puppy whelp yellow dog kuri pye-dog pariah dog doggy pooch mutt mong bitzer bigener INFORMAL a contemptible man. Similar: rogue rascal scoundrel good-for-nothing reprobate Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 **************************************************** I wrote this expressly for this new sonnet new contest. I thought in a great idea to do the 140 on 140 theme. A bit tricky using only one syllable words but was able to slam one on out that was good enough to enter the contest with.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 399] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-29-2019 10:23 AM As You Have Your Cup Of Joe, Each New Morn As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn Think of Life as dawn in glory is born See those gleaming rays sun cast in its glow For this world does daily its splendor show. If you want more try to hear birds singing For Mother Nature her gift is bringing Greater joy and beauty that pleases man As was its call and in God's divine plan. As day flows forth with its many treasures Consider Love's gifts, its deepest pleasures Under soft moon and with her heart so true Give thanks for sweet kisses as they accrue. As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn. Think of Life as dawn in glory is born. Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2019 Sonnet, ( Early Morn, Drinking Coffee, Watching The Birds Play ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 400] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-03-2019 07:59 AM Set I This Poetry Task, This Fine Morn Set I, task to write about this cruel world's starkness not so easy, for its true depths are wide and massive Yet we, view evil world with light cast into the darkness of poverty, starvation, and reactions far too passive! SET I, TIME TO BEND MY PEN TO THIS IMPORTANT TASK lay out a few words of love's enlightened hope For to learn, to heal, we must first see to dare to ask why this darkness invades, into 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 401] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-04-2019 10:39 AM At A Crossroads Poet, Hears That True Call, (dedicated, to my friend with appreciation) At a crossroads, poet finds waiting pen beneath dust that hides wiles of evil men ink then cast forth on an eager blank page from heartfelt and pure soul of wizened sage. At a crossroads truths, one can not deny nor neglect reigning beauty of night skies as stars twinkle and moonlight bright parades through wafting breeze and all Nature hath made. At a crossroads poet, hears that true call music that inflames passions in us all for such inspires deep love and gifted hands with verse from far above, our earthly lands. At a crossroads, where sincere life one lives. Soul rests free within, writes sweet words to give. Robert J. Lindley,10-04-2019 Sonnet, ( How poetry oft inspires other poets ) (dedicated to Besma Riabi Dziri, inspired by my reading of Besma's exquisite poem, titled "At A Crossroads A Poet Is Born" ).......... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 402] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-26-2019 05:33 AM Snow White Ground, As She Paid Her Last Respects Fallen tombstone, snow covered in soft white sleeping guest, in heavy slumber - no light once a star, across heavens he did fly now a memory, with her asking why. A rascal, a sailor, girl in each port heart an impregnable shield, a steel fort sweet honey were those words, love falsely cast fantasy spun, his death left her aghast. Alone she had walk to that silent grave contemplating promises he had made limping as she went away, foot so sore thinking, in dark he rests, he lies no more. Nobody saw her spinning roundhouse blow. As down went tombstone, into soft white snow! Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2019 Sonnet, ( When One Just Feels A Swift Kick Is Needed ) Note: This was originally written in 1979, as a 24 verse poem. My muse talked me into editing it down and morphing it into a sonnet. Yes, folks-- On rare instances, I actually listen to her...... She made a great point-- about "vengeance is best when served cold." And now after this short, gratifying break, I will return to composing for my renewed - Poets Tribute Series. Up next, second poet, Edgar Allen Poe... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 403] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-31-2019 03:50 PM Those Rosy Red Lips That Stir These Loins My sweet lover, let thy long hair glow bright, upon memories of love and our first night, as the aura of this morn's gleaming sun, gifts us a love, that can not be undone. My sweet lover, beg I passionate kiss, when sleeping, your soft touch I do so miss, those rosy red lips that stir these loins, until dawn's waking, we this world rejoin. My sweet lover, lets rise to meet this day, face this world, and in romance thus stay, together shower in our immense love, floating on air, upon white clouds above. My sweet lover, let thy long hair glow bright. Upon memories of love, our first night. R. J. Lindley, June 19th, 1974 Romantic Sonnet, ( Magnitude Of The Glory of - LOVE'S SUMPTUOUS BITE.... ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ************************************************* From back in the day a wild young hell-raiser, often wrote poetry at 2 or 3 am. Even on weekends, and even when drunk on whiskey or vodka... perhaps even a bit better poetry when drunk on whiskey/vodka.. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 404] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-20-2019 07:55 AM Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak, Sonnet Doubles Sonnet Doubles: First sonnet Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak Let truth burn away your deceptive cloak lower vanity's shield, go have a smoke, even if, a diamond, in love's gold crown life shows greater rise, after falling down! In vanity's false, self-proclaimed state live many victims of their own dark hate, darkness, its power holds so many keys to locks and chains, stopping those who would flee! Look inward to devilish chains of hate beg mercy and tempt not, a darker fate, seek the moment, to let kindness prevail cross joyous oceans under, pure white sails! Black cloud that holds, your happy life at bay Is but selfish sin, you have given sway! Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019 Sonnet, ( Living in this dark world, one should seek waiting light ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 2nd sonnet When Night Comes, Be Not Afraid Of Its Dark When dawn sends rays of hope into your life allow its golden glow, to wipe away strife rise to give deep thanks and bow head to pray seize its power to keep dark world at bay! When new day, brings a stormy afternoon believe brighter times will be coming soon hitch your horse to wagon and give free reign to trod to heart's true desire and remain! When night comes, be not afraid of its dark although new scenes may be scarily stark have faith that again com'eth morn's first rays blessings sent to all who sincerely prays! Fear apathy that oft birth newfound woes And world's black lies that cry-- anything goes! Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019 Sonnets Doubles, ( Words On Faith, Hope And Truth- And World's Dark Course ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 405] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-03-2019 04:57 PM Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Robert Lindley. Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed ) Thus this first poem and another were born that day-from those four inspired verses. Thank you Nina for giving me permission to cite your blog and my first stanza verses it inspired that day, as the inspired source! Written for the Alexander Pushkin tribute but was lost to me until reminded. I then searched and found it today.God bless... (1.) Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills (Inspired by verses that came to me, inspired by Nina's blog) Her soliciting eyes, gift promises of hot flaming Love. As ruby red, sensual lips offer honey from above She golden, romantic goddess born of heavenly skies Presents beauty, fantastic ardor that we mortals so prize! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Thank I, that purity of heart's deepest romantic trills Echoes vibrations that seek to stir our Love that over-spills Into longings, honey dreams set on tables of bright fruits As richest feasts, that our mortal desires so deeply suits! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Relive I, songs in night trysts that her kisses did inspire Delirious and eager burns of her sexual fires Where we woke to dawn's brilliant and enchanting golden rays And with united hearts, bowed our grateful heads to pray! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Years have so swiftly flown by, now poetic heart recalls Yesterdays of Love, its treasures in its great golden halls Such grandeur, truest of grace in her passionate embrace Brought eternal longings such as no power can erase! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Robert J. Lindley, 11-15- 2015 Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed ) (2.) Words Carried By Art-winds That Poetry Blows When in a dying poet's last born gasp, brilliant new verse his sad soul thus sings. In its truth, those rewarded may this grasp beauty is its renewed birth, each Spring. From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Death rides a black horse called Fated Time its galloping hooves, covered in blood red. Against all of mankind's dark, barbaric crimes its race victorious when each is dead! From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Words carried by art-winds that poetry blows through whispering canyons of paradise. Their weights beyond what infinity knows and in hope that life's and love may suffice! From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2019 Rhyme, Second poets tribute Series Fifth poet honored, Alexander Pushkin Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 406] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-06-2019 06:43 AM Sonnet Doubles... ( Forty year span ) ( 1.) May I, Each New Dawn Give That Softest Morning Kiss May I, look at you with a lover's caring eyes as you on this sandy beach, match the rising waves beautiful hair, sexy body none can deny and those red luscious lips this lover so craves! May I, swim with you, in ocean surging so blue your true happiness merging in with that of mine whilst we together explore sweeter life anew and upon our hot nightly love forever dine! May I, each new dawn give that softest morning kiss watch as my angel rise, to each day truly bless as gift, passionate embrace, such I'll not miss along with the ecstasy that this soul must confess! May I, all of your days, such deep romance hold true? May I, gift unto thee all love, that is your due? Robert J. Lindley, May 15th, 2019 Sonnet ( 2.) Mother Nature, Her Majestic Gifts Holds The Keys Alone among beautiful awe inspiring trees, soul seeking happiness solitude often brings Mother Nature, her majestic gifts holds the keys of earthen Life, Love and thus almost Everything As dawn its warmth, into this eager soul soon soaks this shattered heart wakes and thereby begins to heal sitting here musing under this giant red oak one sees dear life, finds its truest magnificent feel Aware that this true splendor is oft cut to burn this old man can not help but to shed falling tears as sad sorrows invade to hurt and stomach turn at nearby birds singing, suddenly old soul cheers Countless times, I must seek refuge in this haven, Here beg God, that this paradise is worth savin'. R. J. Lindley, May 15th, 1979 Sonnet, ( I wonder how long this ( my secret) haven will last ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 407] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2019 06:49 AM Feeling Cold Wind Gauge Every Footfall As I ran across the smooth gleaming ice beating heart a true miracle thus felt would a true love in life serve to suffice or drown me in waters where then ice melts? Feeling cold wind gauge every footfall spirit cried, bow thee to sweet romance life oft is chasing that high bouncing ball and risking it all on a gambling chance! Safe upon firm land and sought after shore soul rejoiced with deep sigh of relief reminding me of my dark lust for more and how I oft abandoned true belief! Now I look back at, waters once flowing. Realize most of life, was spent not knowing! R.J. Lindley, November 24th, 1979 Sonnet, ( Ten years spent in deep grieving ) Note: Days of youth, spent fighting the onslaught of world's savage blows and Fate's ticking clock. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 408] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2019 08:13 AM Treasures Given That Will Forever Last The red rose, colors that such pure joy brought gleaming wet from last night's slow falling dew are as divine gifts in darken world caught begging Nature's gentle hands to renew, Your life, that gave so many a new start now has withdrawn into a waiting room many born that deep wisdom you did impart to ward off hard blows of world's gloom and doom, Seeing beauty, its sheen causing a glow of memories some bitter, most so sweet tho' heaven may be waiting its next show to extend its hands to your dear soul greet! The red rose, your life, seeing beauty cast. Treasures given that will forever last. Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2019 Sonnet, ( A Poetic Dedication To Our Beloved Mother ) Manus tuae viae ducem divinus. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 409] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-21-2019 11:56 AM She Such A Ravishing Sweet Georgia Peach I at naked horror of truth laid bare loved her, beauty with long raven hair, that magnificent grace of her sweet soul those long, curly tresses blacker than coal yet such a goddess was beyond my reach, she such a ravishing sweet Georgia peach! I once found the courage to ask her out to taker her to the fair, show her about sadly she was that day flying abroad twas' Fate or else a timing most flawed kissing me soft as she walked away saying, for thy soul I shall this day pray! I at naked horror of truth laid bare. Loved her, beauty with long raven hair. R.J. Lindley, Sept 9th. 1979 Sonnet, ( She of majestic beauty, kindness and grace ) Old Note: (Fate continues its war upon this struggling soul) New Note: Fate and I have fiercely battled for well over 50 years All through those years, I've suffered heartaches and tears Yet a blessed and deserved recompense finally at last came Now aged and a bit wiser, this declawed lion 'tis truly tame. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 410] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-29-2019 10:38 AM Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime, A set of double rhyming sonnets Stats For Poem Number (1.) R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014, edited again 12-09-2019 Sonnet, 100 words ( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul ) Note: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/esquisse "esquisse"... esquisse noun es·?quisse | \ (')e¦skes \ plural -s Definition of esquisse : a first usually rough sketch (as of a picture or model of a statue) 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 ******************** Stats For Poem Number (2.) R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014, edited again 12-09-2019 Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth ) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables::140 Total # Words::::::100 Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (1.) Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime, (A set of double rhyming sonnets) Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze raging fires- eternity's breath burns man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey- And often like dawn's refreshing new breath gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss such treasures that survive past mortal death in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.* Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught to stir imagination to well span far, far beyond what normal life has brought into wicked world created by man. Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime. Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time. R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014, edited again 12-09-2019 Sonnet, 100 words ( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul ) (2.) When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists When Fated curse decreed loving a bust into tormenting abyss life did slip, dearest treasure with its glow born from lust now a barnacle on a sunken ship- Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow as heart deeply crushed often never mends tho' in false pride one may put forth a show reality states ills future portends! To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips and dwell yet again in her silken bed behold her buxom charms and sexy hips I would drink again, agonies I've bled. When mercy is ghost within dying mists, Torn are memories of romantic trysts. R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014, edited again 12-09-2019 Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 411] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-01-2020 01:38 PM Robert J. Lindley, January 01-2020 "Lind-Sonnet and One".. (my first finished poem of this new year), " New Year, New Dawn As Life Gasps In Sweet Awe" (For first Dawn of New Year, May God bless poets in order to encourage- that they may write- to enrich the lives of others) Poem Stats: Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12 0 12 Total # Syllables::156 Total # Words:::::115 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 *************************************************** New Year, New Dawn As Life Gasps In Sweet Awe (Lind-Sonnet and One) That awakening, brain gasps and shouts- Rise(!) dawn, bright welcoming rays, crying out- See(!) Heaven, Nature- a stupendous surprise earth, golden treasures given unto thee! Morn wafting breeze a beseeching heart- Stirs(!) one's soul, deeper set, in brightest born- Lights(! winds of true love, romantic spirit spurs lips of her, the delights of moonlit nights! A New Year, as Fate and Hope may gifts- Give(!) as dark, spinning world, births its many- Paths(!) For within sweetest joys, life we must live trying not to bring dark gods's evil wrath! Happiness oft arrives by our having free- Choice(!) Dawn's awakening, life's loving we must- Rejoice(!) Rise to see, stirs light, gives paths, of choice and rejoice. Robert J. Lindley, January 01-2020 "Lind-Sonnet and One".. (my first finished poem of this new year) (For first Dawn of New Year, May God bless poets in order to encourage- that they may write- to enrich the lives of others) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 412] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-02-2020 06:31 AM From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause, seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear; whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor cares what sorrow one displays or how much heart one shares for savage the measure world uses to reward dying lover or a talented, humble bard. On pages offering up their softest virgin whites are invisible castles beyond mortal sights, each one begging for its wailing walls to withstand massive cannon shots or a victor's crushing hand! Poets, be they young or old, should a full pen hold true to life, as spilling of ink- its treasures accrues! Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2020 Sonnet, ( Why All We Think We See, May Be An Illusion ) ( So Spoke The Raven, After Master Poe Demanded Silence ) Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables::168 Total # Words:::::120 Note: Muse demanded I write this second poem on this first day and it be dark. Raven agreed and Master Poe abstained. Paper sang a blackened tune and pen danced a raging jig as evil clouds rumbled while gathering in the far west echoes drifted through broken window, and Hades jingled a billion unbreakable chains. A older and wiser poet yielded to avoid the usual headaches and aching pains! Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 413] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-15-2020 10:34 AM QUOTE: “The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walk I, Naked Under Pallid New Moons I that crieth with dawn's falling dew Accuser of this dark world and its hate Walk I, naked under pallid new moons With lingering hunger, nothing can sate As warrior, as a lover now stone-blind A dying soul, bleeding with ink and pen Dreams, myself in imaginative realms Away from this world full of darkest sin This heart and soul, each crying out for more And knowing Time will soon end this decay A ship never finding a safe harbor A ghost of dead dreams, now morbidly gray Pay heed, if thy soul seeketh Love's pure kiss.... For tis' Light and Truth that bringeth sweet bliss.... Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2020 Sonnet, ( As Whispering Wind Swirls About, To Speak ) ( A pen allowed to such deep truth sing ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 414] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-25-2020 10:14 AM From Sea, Earth And Sky, All The In Betweens So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest beauty dear sent at Nature's kind behest, vivid sprouting colors, its brilliant sheen fresh dawn's soft-born glows, its peacock like preen! Invigorating as earth, wakes to live splendorous as Mother Nature yet gives, a'plenty, its fields of flowering greens from sea, earth and sky, all the in betweens! Inspiring hues, as poets so oft describe Hope awarded to all, with nary a bribe, plenitude of rainbow colors, a feast giftings of life, with Love never the least! Wherein, mankind sees Nature at its best. So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest! Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2020 Sonnet, ( As seen in the mind's eye from Spring of '73 ) 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 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 415] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-31-2020 09:50 PM Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived ) Notes- I after having been ill these last several days, decided to compose a bit during my recuperative break. At first, I wrote a long and dark poem that yet again honors Edgar Allan Poe. Still revising that one. Halted. Then decided to do a Sonnet Triple as a challenge to myself. Having fine tuned it, decided to post it before the dark, and still in progress- Poe-like tribute poem. Poem I 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 Poem II 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 Poem III 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 Crimson Waves Flow, As From A Red Rose, (From Sonnet Triples) In Time, its eternally winding winds therein flows a grace not to be denied Earth, Mother Nature, oft man's truest of friends are tears of joy when in purest Love cried! Crimson waves flowing as from a red rose as a brave seeker his true love thus finds she, rare beauty from head to dainty toes loving in return sets Love chains that bind! Together, bonded as romantic pair soon days and nights become one joyous blur she a graceful goddess with Raven hair he handsome prince, sworn to never leave her! Mother Nature, Spring's new to all given weds in bliss, true-love and happy livin'! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life ) ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Eternity, Its Scope, Life Its Great Game Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame Eternity, its scope, Life its great game Imagination, fairies dancing, trees Love, sweet romancing, the birds and the bees. Consider the Season, Spring- Life's new rains Sensuality, its breath, birth- its pains Youth, its brevity, Time its flowing winds Passion, deep longings, what future portends. Consider the End, darkness, all thats gone Mere Words, written on slab of cold, hard stone Sorrow and Loss, finality- the Grave Truth and Light, mercy, faith that truly Saves. Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame. Eternity, its scope, Life its great game. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life ) ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Alas, Such Is Mystery That Awaits Beneath the rainbow, its treasures so hide for most of life is a great and wild ride yet within dashing days, some loss awaits little is gained, if one too oft tempts Fate. In our daily walks, temptation abides from darken traps, we must close seeking eyes with illuminated truth, search for more dare to sail, land on paradise sweet shores. When adversity, both heart and soul breaks could it be a testing, that our tree shakes shall we, in despair- curse this given life or courage, battle world's usual strife? Alas! Such is mystery that awaits As we but dwell firm, within Hands of Fate. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 416] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-03-2020 09:26 AM At The Knife Edge Of That Deep, Dark Abyss I that was born on a dark, stormy night So gifted at young age, deeper insight, Lead to safety of ever brighter Light Freed from darkest of dark, began to write. A child begging Nature to my pleas hear Oft with whimpering words and falling tears, Imaginative child, whispers one hears Tempting shadows to hit me with more fears. A teen, mourning a death that my soul broke Farther into books my heart sat to soak, Awaiting each, as black the ill wind blows Felt such abhorrent fears, as such oft goes. By birth, sponge set to seek out Master Poe. Living, pen and paper, writing to grow. Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2020 Sonnet, ( Echoes Heard As Old Rooster Rose To Crow ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 417] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-05-2020 10:43 PM New poem, composed today for new contest....--Tyr Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands Compassion, weakness or a curse or expression of mercy's heart, I denying Love, which is worse than savagery this world imparts became blind in my silent pains an enigma, lost, out of touch treasuring my ill-gotten gains my lies held firm, my needed crutch. In ignorance racing along my repentant soul yet cried out I running from world's teeming throngs destiny's hand, life turned about compassion's touch, came not too late *I am the master of my fate.* Robert J. Lindley Written 3rd February 5th, 2020 For famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest sponsored by Silent One. The ending line in this new sonnet: **I am the master of my fate.** is in reference to the line chosen: "I am the master of my fate" - written by William Ernest Henley Credit given to William Ernest Henley for his fine verse and the poetry and gift of power and imaginative verse it inspired. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 2-16- 2020 edit------------------------------ this poem took 2nd place in contest it was entered..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 418] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2020 06:41 AM In The Stir Of Twilight's Emerging Gasp, Sonnet Doubles In the stir of twilight's emerging gasp before the blur of Life's sad, final grasp resides truth and Love, destiny's decree from Heaven above, Life given you and me. Desperation, born within our first breath its dark, raging seas, flowing unto death and the fruitless dreams of innocent youth mirage of wishful lies and sadden truths. Yet in living, romance its bounty gifts Love's first tender touch, that truly uplifts ones soul, with kisses sweet as honeyed wine fruits of paradise, feasts on which we dine. In the stir of twilight's emerging gasp. Before the blur of Life's sad, final grasp. R.J. Lindley, March 12th, 1979 Sonnet, ( Bounty of divine gifts given each dawn ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Love Vanished Into A Dying Mist Sun died when your romantic touch left Alas! Crying alone I am bereft Can you now see, I fell as a dead tree Because our love could never be three! Time stalls and eight days never make a week Life is paradise 'til the more you seek Yes, it was darken fruits of sated greed Within you, darkness grew its wicked seed! Now dawn, its beautiful new light denies Once golden sun, from empty weeping skies Sweet love vanished like, early Spring snow Moon shines paler, romance lost its bright glow. Sun died when your romantic touch left! Alas! Crying alone, I am bereft! R.J. Lindley, Aug 9-1977 (Sad) Sonnet, ( Death of true love and a life cast adrift ) Fate- Its long black hand and savage pursuits. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 419] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-19-2020 06:34 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 420] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-25-2020 03:34 PM She That Time And Fate Can Never Erase BEHOLD- she that a torn heart can repair, a Venus that bright stars envy and praise she that reflects morn's firstborn golden rays sumptuous love, beyond mortal compare! Soft as silk glistening as fallen dew blithe spirit, born of Aphrodite's gifts she of dreams, radiant hope sent so swift treasured kisses that sets my world anew! State of resplendent royal purple glow siren serenading sweetest of songs awarding respite from world's teeming throngs sweet as honey, pure as fresh fallen snow! "O, but for that end true love reunites, may destiny's arrows fly swift and right! Darling, my beloved- of beauty's grace She that Time and Fate can never erase! Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2020 Sonnet, plus two( Lind-Sonnet And Two ) ( Born of a summer of love in 1973 ) Yet now, thrives as a dream that was once lived and now tis' deeply treasured! Dedicated to the inspiration that Byron and his magnificent poetry has gifted to this too oft dark and sad world.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 421] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-10-2020 08:14 AM Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow or a memory of life beneath crescent moon Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June. Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world or true essence of love and its power to heal Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel. Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal. Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers. Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours. Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020 A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes ) see my new blog on this amazing poet... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 This poem has now been awarded ---- Poem Of The Day --- at my home poetry site, - today, 3/12/2020.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 422] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-19-2020 08:27 AM (1.) Deep Within Woes Of Love's First Dying Breath, Sonnet Doubles Lost, I am not there, you can not reach me woe, dark and naked- all life is not fair tho' heavy blows hurt, they do not teach me nor my rebellion prove I do not care. What cost, does battling iron hard life gain woe, will not victory's breath life thus save man's heart from torn soul, fated shards of pain in raging wrath, I slay dear hope I crave! Morn's frost, its gem glows, penetrate my haze woe, dare I entreat its whispering calls in my own retreat, cast aside love's craze storm the dark castle, burn its wicked halls! Lost, I am not there, you can not reach me. Tho' heavy blows hurt, they do not teach me! Robert J. Lindley, June 1975, April 19th 2020 Sonnet, ( Stand Vigilant, Against That Dark Wind That Forever Blows ) Edited and rewritten for sonnet doubles.. Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables::140 Total # Words:::::120 ***** (2.) Within Stone, Writhing Silently To Step On Out, Sonnet Doubles Within stone, writhing silently to step on out not to atone but rather to cry and loud shout on sorrows born of paths blind to reality, falsehoods created by man's ingenuity! Within dark winds, churning up ghastly gusts of hurts nothing defends, raging evils in gushing spurts or those pains birthing deep searing relentless aches shattering love as its romantic passions break! Within dying lights, remnants of hope and regrets can woes, shortness of life be as good as it gets echoes of nights, shades of Poe's pain in black abyss and weeping tears remind of that last goodbye kiss! Within stone, writhing silently to step on out. Not to atone but rather to cry and loud shout. Robert J. Lindley, 4-19-2020 Sonnet, ( Within The Maddening Cries Of Needless Death And Loss ) Written for sonnet doubles.. Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables::168 Total # Words:::::118 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 423] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-20-2020 09:14 AM What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost, Sonnet Doubles Poet's Notes NOTES Poem number (1.) Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020 Sonnet, ( Doubles), ( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind ) Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables::168 Total # Words::::::122 ******* Poem Number (2.) Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020 Sonnet, (Doubles), ( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts ) 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 Sonnet doubles, a look at this dark world...RJL (1.) What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost Dark spirit, sad heart battling against mortal mind sad breath of warfare and its slashing bloody blades aftermath, in death's red-gore, truth hard to find and those so slain, sad march in Hades' ghost parades! What of Humanity, Life and Happiness lost gleaming bright dawns millions will never again see woe, hideous price paid, at highest of dear costs dregs of hate and unseen loss to both you and me! Can living bring joy, or loving bring needed peace will death with its red-laced hand our demise delay or Time, its steady winds bring that sweetest release as blood-lust power demands war forever stays! Alas! We each must face world's ravenous deep dark! In this churning ocean, hide from Death's hungry shark! Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020 Sonnet, ( Doubles), ( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind ) ******* (2.) Flames Cooking, Life's Slow Coming Feast Meat in black iron pot stewing while life's troubles are dark brewing night brings its hidden blacken paths frailty of flesh in its deep wraths. Flames cooking, life's slow coming feast wicked the meal ate by the beast night only dies when sun peeks out morbid loud moans racing death's shout! Pot now steaming, flames shine below futile dreaming, pain all poets know in the oven, baking fresh bread please free me, words too often said! Black curse meal cooked by hungry beast. No time to wretch, rancid the feast! Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020 Sonnet, (Doubles), ( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 424] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-22-2020 06:00 AM When Spring, Its New Symphony One's Pleading Soul Hears When Spring, its velvet fingers sweeter music plays New dawns gasping with sunlight streaming all around Vanished, icy chills from somber winter days Replaced by Nature's beauty and its living sounds Life takes on a new bounce, heart a jubilant song World opens up, its echoes crying out, "Let us live" We that in this realm must battle to get along And in hope of hopes, strive to love and act to give! When Spring, its eager hands majestic music sends Nights may bring blessings of hot romantic fevers Life, Love, Harmony, Creation so softly blends Dancing depths of beauty, makes us true believers! When Spring, its new symphony one's pleading soul hears We may live, leaving behind past sorrows and tears! Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2020 Sonnet, ( From A Walk In The Bright Woods On A Sweet New Morn ) Note: Striving to leave doom and gloom behind, I wrote this new poem. A poem born from a memory of a new Spring day back in 1977. That Saturday morn while getting breakfast at a nearby restaurant, I met a ravishingly beautiful lady and instantly fell in love. Such bliss as one can never forget and later Fate's cruel hand that brought that loss that forever burns as cries in midnight dreams of a devastating loss that scars one's soul forever. The poem expresses the beauty and joy of that first morn and both of our deep loves of Nature and its many gifts. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 425] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-25-2020 10:36 AM Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020 Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us ) Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 Total # Syllables::196 Total # Words::::::136 In That Magical Moment, Stars Align, Happiness Reigns In that magical inner sanctum where heart truly sees far more than the banks and eddies of the rivers we swim there colors of Life in vibrant idiosyncrasies far exceed and outshine saddest gasps of our fleshly whims. In that magical realm, one's soul may meditate and grasp wake new morn, to mortal breath and Cosmos Fated decrees embrace Hope with knowledge that we need to finally clasp firmly true love of Life in earth's many bountiful seas. In that magical sight, dreams may gift deeper countenance of the many deeply blinded trails we foolishly tread setting us on sweet paths of Light and blessed sustenance wake us to reality, Life ends not when we are dead! In that magical moment, stars align, happiness reigns We can find anew Faith, Light and Love gifts eternal gains! Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020 Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us ) Note: New day, morn says yesterday's footprints are dusty reminders that life continues ever onward, despite our worries and too oft overblown fears. Fate will not be thwarted, and what will be- will be.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 Found that the new grim reality of the results from the fear and panic and its harm will not be repaired anytime soon. Likely to be decades if even half of it gets repaired. Such reality that set me to compose a new poem about the other reality, that we always exist in a world hellbent on celebrating/promoting darkness, destruction, evil and too oft untimely death unto we mortals. Fate and our own deep blindness combine to lead us along a bloody, and futile path into most of the worries, woes and sadness we encounter. Yet Light, Truth and Faith can and does counter that folly. I hope many wake up to the fear blindness that some have caused with their overblown predictions and their many deliberate outright lies about this new scourge. And that this nation gets back on its feet and deals out some well earned justice unto those that have caused far more harm than the virus has, imho. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 426] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2020 04:06 PM Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings Poet's Notes Notes: Poem (1.) Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020 Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar ) Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables::140 Total # Words::::::112 Poem (2.) Robert J. Lindley, 4/27/2020 Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard ) Note: When once life turns to embrace bitter blacks soul becomes lost by needed light it lacks darkness sings its ballads, its aching tunes hard to eat soup with hollow, broken spoons... Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables:240 Total # Words:::::175 * Light and Dark, Composing Contrasting Doubles. (1.) Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings New sounds coming from an old forest deep and whispers that like loud cannon blasts boom yet amidst such din, romance invades sleep through open window you enter my room. Resting quiet at the foot of my bed my darling, pure joy cast for there you stood in silken robes, golden crown on your head I beg, stay always if only you could! As you gift smiles and Love from bluest eyes lonely soul cries can such bliss will remain there in glows soft cast by yellow moon sky we join to kiss and your loss you explain. I turn to see as forest again sings. Begging eternity, what true love brings. R.J. Lindley, 4-27-2020 Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar ) (2.) Lost In The Shadow-land, A Ghostly Wind Lost in the shadow-land, a ghostly wind sad, poor prophet of what life now portends aging hands, blue heart- immune to hour's breath held dear, memories of Love unto death, aghast at forest of boulders once laid no longer fond of sad music well played. Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Lost in the shadow-land, black snow neck deep grim harvester of tears I wade in sleep aging feet, walking down trails of red dust onward into world's darkness, go I must, in awe of the might of this truth profound great pity is Love, that is never found! Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Lost in the shadow-land, seeking relief wrecked by folly of my dying belief aging eyes, blinded by lost Hope and pain wrestling dark winds of heartache without gain, torn by, sorrows born from Life's many blues hurt set, fated loss without any clues! Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020 Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 427] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-02-2020 08:26 AM Honest Are We, Embolden Truths Dare We To Face Saddest are we that attempt bending Light clash within ourselves, when all hope seems lost unfathomable, yet we strive with might, to defeat loss and Love at any cost! Truest are we that dare in seeking to learn while world in heavy chains so firmly binds dare we to pray and our redemption earn, forgiving sins, to heal our wounded minds! Bravest are we that our lives truly live decide to stay and not retreat in flight offer up shattered hearts to mercy give, even tho' success may not be in sight! Honest are we, embolden Truths dare we to face. Weakest are we, thinking True Love we can replace. Robert J. Lindley, May 1- 2020 Sonnet, ( Thoughts Born From A Sojourn In The Deep Woods ) Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12 Total # Syllables:144 Total # Words::::110 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 428] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-06-2020 07:07 PM From previous poem fragment posted in prose poetry thread. This is the finished version-- a sonnet. We Must Endure Time, Life's Brevity Oft Under Dying Skies In turmoil heart denies sad echoes far too oft heard rumblings of despair, jealousies and despicable words So hard this flung stone into space silently flies we must endure Time, Life's brevity oft under dying skies Gone are those failed glories of achings oft brought as vast universe in its long, cold shadows has taught Vain are those heartless and blackened souls of mankind for lonely cold is darkness resting within mortal minds An immense chasm bitter cold, deep and abhorrently wide A convenient fortress in which evil so cleverly hides Massive walls that hold within, pain and sufferings cast self-inflicted from uncovering graves of a dark past! From within such destruction is nurtured and thus wrought. As penalties of dark treasures that we so foolishly bought! Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2020 Sonnet, ( Those Mysteries Colliding Within Span Of A Life ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 429] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-07-2020 12:02 PM Thanking Heavens Above For Your Every Breath Walking a most fine line betwixt and between life and death thanking Heavens above for your every breath, myself, my heart, my soul- and my passion aflame your gasping sighs, your kiss, prove our Love is no game. Love's truth in the minutes, the hours, the blissful days beauty within your most tender and graceful ways, the pure honey sweet of waking at dawn with you satisfaction with life and true loving we two. Within the great ecstasy that your soft touch brings in that moment, that epic joy - this grateful heart sings both sun and sky smile upon such a wedded pair I thank God, in this joining we both treasures share! Walking a most fine line betwixt and between Life and Death. Thanking Heavens above for your every breath! R. J. Lindley, July 10th. 1973(original unedited version..) Sonnet, ( Romanticism, Searching for Love's Holy Grail ) Old Note-- July 12th 1973 May this note, this letter, this poem stir the flames in your heart With the prayer that Love never allows us to part That vow we both swore and Life we now each hour, each day live. Bears dear, passionate embraces and gems born that we each other give. New Note: May, 7th, 2020 This from the graveyard of youthful love From the memory of what Life often brings about That what is soul deep may yet prematurely perish And we may fail to hold on to that which we most cherish.. I wrote a new sonnet as a reply to this old one that I once gave her. In it a bit of wisdom found and sincere regret at my youthful folly. Not sure if I should post it here. As how much dare a poet reveal about his past love, life and that which once so crushed a weeping heart? Is it a little, a bit more or the entire whole of it all???????????????? Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 430] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2020 05:44 AM Thanking Heavens Above For Your Every Breath Walking a most fine line betwixt and between life and death thanking Heavens above for your every breath, myself, my heart, my soul- and my passion aflame your gasping sighs, your kiss, prove our Love is no game. Love's truth in the minutes, the hours, the blissful days beauty within your most tender and graceful ways, pure honey sweetness of waking at dawn with you satisfaction with life, true love given we two. Within greatest ecstasy that your soft touch brings in that moment, that epic joy - this grateful heart sings both sun and sky smile upon such a wedded pair I thank God, in joining we both treasure and share! Walking a most fine line betwixt and between Life and Death. Thanking Heavens above for your every breath! R. J. Lindley, July 10th. 1973 Sonnet, ( Romanticism, Searching for Love's Holy Grail ) Old Note-- July 12th 1973 May this note , this letter stir the flames in your heart With the prayer that Love never allows us to part That vow we both swore and Life we now each hour, each day live. Bears passionate embraces and gems born that we each other give. New Note: May, 7th, 2020 This from the graveyard of youthful love From the memory of what Life often brings about That what is soul deep may yet prematurely perish And we may fail to hold on to that which we most cherish.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 431] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-11-2020 10:09 AM I Walked The Wet Sands, Just Beyond Lapping Waves I walked the wet sands, just beyond lapping waves with every footstep, sincere prayer said that saves morning sun was then rising, heart was beating strong cool wind was blowing, hopeful and true dreams along melancholy were the sounds as waves wet soft sands, Heaven was beaming, its glory across the lands. I walked the long day, future waving ahead leaving behind sorrows, grabbing sweet live instead orange sun was setting, each step a blessed gift Nature began singing, soft prayers that so uplift, never more the doubting or the deep aching pains praising God by shouting, only true faith remains! I walked the wet sands, just beyond lapping waves with every footstep, sincere prayer said that saves. Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2020 Sonnet, ( Starting A Cool Morn, First Day Of Vacation ) Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables::168 Total # Words::::118 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 432] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-13-2020 04:21 PM http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1053-chained-sonnet/ Chained sonnet: Chained Sonnet is any sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining. The elements of the Chained sonnet are: the verse is written in any sonnet form. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet. Double Chained Sonnets (1.) Clock Sounding, Its Hum Of Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Double Chained Sonnets World, our existence, more than mere charades charades of fantasy, dreams and parades parades often growing beyond the pale pale in reality, to pits of hell. Hell born of deepest darkness, lies one rides rides of vanities, sin of mortal prides prides born of aching heart's truth deep inside inside soul of man, its dark oft so wide. Wide open arms, beseeching ever more more pleasures, gold treasures, another score score of greed, its ever increasing weight weight and true measures, set by hands of Fate Fate and world's alarm, ever sounding clock Clock sounding, its hum of tick-tock, tick-tock! Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2019 Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse ( What Fate And Time Allows of Mortal Flesh ) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables:140 Total # Words:100 (2.) Face History Of Humanity's Plight Hope in life's walk and better tomorrows tomorrows, dreams erasing sad sorrows sorrows in marrows of decaying bones bones too often broken by falling stones. Stones and bloody cuts from great battles fought fought in trenches, where mind and soul are caught caught bleeding out heart's saddest of sad pains pains beating woe'some fears, seeping dark stains. Stains coloring ones journey through life's span span of fleeting moments, gems cast to man man within earthen realm, at its fast pace pace of a journey and end each must face. Face history of humanity's plight. Plight, mortality, dread of darkest night! Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2019 Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse ( World, Humanity And Inherent Weakness Of The Flesh ) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables:140 Total # Words:100 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 433] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2020 08:19 AM Love Fruits, Passion's Meals On Which I Once Sup When I ponder my life, its fleeing years- Youth with its blessings and its cold dark fears; Wandering through world and paths not taken Truth of the sorrows and those forsaken; Faint gaspings of romantic interludes; Treasures lost, unforgiving attitudes; Celebrating those small victories gained, Savoring what true love in life remained. Whispers searching soul once so gaily heard, Morn's sweet call, with its warbling of songbirds, Lessons learned from sorrows, pain's dark cup Love fruits, passion's meals on which I once sup What life was, later what it came to be; What finally made a good man of me. Robert J. Lindley, 6-15-2020 Sonnet, ( However 'tis long the journey, 'tis never enough ) Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables:140 Total # Words:100 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 434] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2020 12:00 PM In Youth, Oft Eyes Are But Dark Jaded Spheres The Gods we adore in our youthful youth Are just shadows we see before life's truth In youth, oft eyes are but dark jaded spheres That deny and guard against our deep fears Wherein Life's stream veers in its steady flow Bypassing so much mortals never know As we journey into our fated fates Choosing between light's truth and darken gates Oft as a lost souls seeking that true path Yet not seeing Time's decay and death's wrath At mercy of forces as yet unseen Never more than when racing on as teens Those Gods laughing so loudly as we flail Reveal they live within fires of Hell. R.J. Lindley, November 26th, 1977 Sonnet, ( Tragic Reality Of Life, Youth And This World's Wrath ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 435] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-23-2020 06:03 AM In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch In that Silent hour, reflecting on life Its bitter and sour, constant daily strife That slow aching darkness of midnight black Woes of destiny that throws us off track Cast into swollen streams surging along Weeping melody from life's sadder songs, A stab, a cut against the growing pain Loss, where we say never, never again! In Silent hours, pondering sweeter gifts Of Love, Friendship, Dawn's Glow that so uplifts Dare we this thought thus gratefully embrace We are all brothers, in this human race. In Silent hours, when Hope may truly touch Faith joins Love's power, when Life seems too much! Sonnet, 6/23/2020 Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 436] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-23-2020 10:33 PM I Once Cried To Be Stardust In Your Eyes I once cried to be stardust in your eyes, lighting your tender heart with heavenly glow as treasure to you, fallen from bright skies for blessed kindness, sweet love you would sow; yet such gift was simply never to be my passionate embrace you never felt I sorrowed alone in my empty sea while upon gold altar of fame you knelt. Tis this great burden I must stalwart bear for in my fear I dared not pursue a goddess of beauty and raven hair, more I feared, farther away you flew. I once cried to be stardust in your eyes. As treasure to you, fallen from bright skies. Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2020 Sonnet, ( The Many Sorrowing Paths That Fate Spins ) Note: 6/23/2020 This was originally written for a contest. I never entered it because it became a sonnet instead of the seven verse as required by the contest stipulation. I simply could not bear to shorten it.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 437] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2020 08:57 PM Moonlit Rays Bounce On Jasmine Scented Hair She first came to me in the setting sun her long searching soul wondrously agape that June night dancing having youthful fun in her arms, I begged for no escape. Moonlit rays bounce on jasmine scented hair as earth, time itself stood silently still none matched or could her bluest eyes compare for beauty's truth and grace of that night's thrill. Days glory resplendent, hours were treasure morns set each soft and deep romantic kiss her heavenly touch was beyond measure we sought heart's every moment not to miss. She coming to me with the setting sun I would again race to in a mad run. Robert J. Lindley, Aug 3rd, 1979 edited and presented 6-27-2020 Sonnet, ( Romantic fervor and sensual delights ) ( Where In Youth A Great Treasure Was Once Found ) Note: From a memory thus was born feast of love and youthful kissing she from my arms fatefully torn heart shall forever be missing.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 438] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-08-2020 09:19 AM Eternity Exists That We May Love I hide not our love, its fathomless deep, rising fevers from heart that never sleeps. I love you, as morn's dew kisses the rose a blessing and gem that forever grows. I love you dear and your enduring grace, that radiant smile on your lovely face. Your voice, your soft, tender kisses given for such love, all my life I have striven. Your beauty, this willing heart truly slays and in our hearts, romance so gaily plays. Never shall world's dark our love interfere for truth is, our love is always so dear. Eternity exists that we may love. I the eager hands, you the silken gloves. Robert J. Lindley, 7-08-2020 Romanticism (sonnet), ( When Greatest Treasure Has Been Found ) Note: This sonnet was composed in 1973, I was then only 19 years old. recorded it in my private journal. Later edited it again and recorded it in another current journal in 1984. I have edited to post it here today with only very minor changes to the last two verses. (7/08/2020) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 edit: At age 19 I thought I had found the truest love, and I had on my part. Sadly my beautiful wife loved another- that love was for partying and drugs. That weakness (that drug addiction) eventually destroyed everything. Sad but true.. Youth and learning the hard way goes together. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 439] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-11-2020 09:51 AM Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology Aphrodite Greek mythology WRITTEN BY The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica Encyclopaedia Britannica's editors oversee subject areas in which they have extensive knowledge, whether from years of experience gained by working on that content or via study for an advanced degree.... See Article History Alternative Titles: Pandemos, Urania Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere. Venus de Milo Venus de Milo Aphrodite, known as Venus de Milo, marble sculpture, 2nd century BCE; in the Louvre, Paris. © Bizoon/Dreamstime.com mythology. Greek. Hermes. (Roman Mercury) BRITANNICA QUIZ A Study of Greek and Roman Mythology What is the name of the Roman goddess of grain? Some scholars believe Aphrodite’s worship came to Greece from the East; many of her attributes recall the ancient Middle Eastern goddesses Ishtar and Astarte. Although Homer called her “Cyprian” after the island chiefly famed for her worship, she was already Hellenized by the time of Homer, and, according to Homer, she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione, his consort at Dodona. In Book VIII of the Odyssey, Aphrodite was mismatched with Hephaestus, the lame smith god, and she consequently spent her time philandering with the handsome god of war, Ares (by whom she became the mother of Harmonia, the warrior twins Phobos and Deimos, and Eros, the god of love). Aphrodite Aphrodite Sculpture of Aphrodite. AdstockRF Of Aphrodite’s mortal lovers, the most important were the Trojan shepherd Anchises, by whom she became the mother of Aeneas, and the handsome youth Adonis (in origin a Semitic nature deity and the consort of Ishtar-Astarte), who was killed by a boar while hunting and was lamented by women at the festival of Adonia. The cult of Adonis had underworld features, and Aphrodite was also connected with the dead at Delphi. 00:00 02:45 Aphrodite’s main centres of worship were at Paphos and Amathus on Cyprus and on the island of Cythera, a Minoan colony, where in prehistoric times her cult probably originated. On the Greek mainland, Corinth was the chief centre of her worship. Her close association with Eros, the Graces (Charites), and the Horae (Seasons) emphasized her role as a promoter of fertility. She was honoured by the Roman poet Lucretius as Genetrix, the creative element in the world. Her epithets Urania (Heavenly Dweller) and Pandemos (Of All the People) were ironically taken by the philosopher Plato (in the Symposium) to refer to intellectual and common love; rather, the title Urania was honorific and applied to certain Asian deities, while Pandemos referred to her standing within the city-state. Among her symbols were the dove, pomegranate, swan, and myrtle. Venus Genetrix Venus Genetrix Venus Genetrix (or Aphrodite Genetrix), Roman marble copy of a Classical Greek statue by Callimachus, c. 475 BCE; in the collection of the Louvre, Paris. G. Dagli Orti—De Agostini Editore/age fotostock Get exclusive access to content from our 1768 First Edition with your subscription. Subscribe today Representations of Aphrodite in early Greek art are fully dressed and without distinguishing features that differentiate her from other goddesses. She first attained individuality at the hands of the great 5th-century-BCE Greek sculptors. Perhaps the most famous of all statues of Aphrodite was carved by Praxiteles for the Cnidians. The first full-scale female nude, it later became the model for such Hellenistic masterpieces as the Venus de Milo (2nd century BCE). https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology Aphrodite Greek mythology WRITTEN BY The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica Encyclopaedia Britannica's editors oversee subject areas in which they have extensive knowledge, whether from years of experience gained by working on that content or via study for an advanced degree.... See Article History Alternative Titles: Pandemos, Urania Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere. Venus de Milo Venus de Milo Aphrodite, known as Venus de Milo, marble sculpture, 2nd century BCE; in the Louvre, Paris. © Bizoon/Dreamstime.com mythology. Greek. Hermes. (Roman Mercury) BRITANNICA QUIZ A Study of Greek and Roman Mythology What is the name of the Roman goddess of grain? Some scholars believe Aphrodite’s worship came to Greece from the East; many of her attributes recall the ancient Middle Eastern goddesses Ishtar and Astarte. Although Homer called her “Cyprian” after the island chiefly famed for her worship, she was already Hellenized by the time of Homer, and, according to Homer, she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione, his consort at Dodona. In Book VIII of the Odyssey, Aphrodite was mismatched with Hephaestus, the lame smith god, and she consequently spent her time philandering with the handsome god of war, Ares (by whom she became the mother of Harmonia, the warrior twins Phobos and Deimos, and Eros, the god of love). Aphrodite Aphrodite Sculpture of Aphrodite. AdstockRF Of Aphrodite’s mortal lovers, the most important were the Trojan shepherd Anchises, by whom she became the mother of Aeneas, and the handsome youth Adonis (in origin a Semitic nature deity and the consort of Ishtar-Astarte), who was killed by a boar while hunting and was lamented by women at the festival of Adonia. The cult of Adonis had underworld features, and Aphrodite was also connected with the dead at Delphi. 00:00 02:45 Aphrodite’s main centres of worship were at Paphos and Amathus on Cyprus and on the island of Cythera, a Minoan colony, where in prehistoric times her cult probably originated. On the Greek mainland, Corinth was the chief centre of her worship. Her close association with Eros, the Graces (Charites), and the Horae (Seasons) emphasized her role as a promoter of fertility. She was honoured by the Roman poet Lucretius as Genetrix, the creative element in the world. Her epithets Urania (Heavenly Dweller) and Pandemos (Of All the People) were ironically taken by the philosopher Plato (in the Symposium) to refer to intellectual and common love; rather, the title Urania was honorific and applied to certain Asian deities, while Pandemos referred to her standing within the city-state. Among her symbols were the dove, pomegranate, swan, and myrtle. Venus Genetrix Venus Genetrix Venus Genetrix (or Aphrodite Genetrix), Roman marble copy of a Classical Greek statue by Callimachus, c. 475 BCE; in the collection of the Louvre, Paris. G. Dagli Orti—De Agostini Editore/age fotostock Get exclusive access to content from our 1768 First Edition with your subscription. Subscribe today Representations of Aphrodite in early Greek art are fully dressed and without distinguishing features that differentiate her from other goddesses. She first attained individuality at the hands of the great 5th-century-BCE Greek sculptors. Perhaps the most famous of all statues of Aphrodite was carved by Praxiteles for the Cnidians. The first full-scale female nude, it later became the model for such Hellenistic masterpieces as the Venus de Milo (2nd century BCE). https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology Aphrodite Greek mythology WRITTEN BY The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica Encyclopaedia Britannica's editors oversee subject areas in which they have extensive knowledge, whether from years of experience gained by working on that content or via study for an advanced degree.... See Article History Alternative Titles: Pandemos, Urania Aphrodite, ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty, identified with Venus by the Romans. The Greek word aphros means “foam,” and Hesiod relates in his Theogony that Aphrodite was born from the white foam produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (Heaven), after his son Cronus threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was, in fact, widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring; she was also honoured as a goddess of war, especially at Sparta, Thebes, Cyprus, and other places. However, she was known primarily as a goddess of love and fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Although prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron, her public cult was generally solemn and even austere. Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You, Sonnet Doubles Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams burning flames to my heart's inner desires your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems goddess of love, true love that never tires. Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights we meet, in a dreamland made just for two your vision bringing forth love's most sensual light passionate touch, Cupid's arrows shot true. Aphrodite, no heart can your deep love deny or satisfaction from your every kiss you are soft twinkle of stars in radiant sky epitome of love, life, joyous bliss. Within this heaving breast, is your heart to now hold. Your passionate embrace, I am forever sold. Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020 Sonnet, ( Forever Lost In The Sweet Depths Of A True Love ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Remember All That Glitters Is Not Gold Within a silken tapestry of dreams are golden orbs of glittering treasures life is too often not what it may seem if we in haste seek only our pleasures. Far better to view Nature, its beauty as if a mere child just learning to walk knowing life is a gift not a duty we oft may learn more without idle talk. Cease snatching up offerings this world casts those tempting traps that look to be so free Ulysses was pleading, bound to ship's mast to jump overboard into raging seas. Remember all that glitters is not gold. Bountiful are worldly lies we are told. Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020 Sonnet, ( If it looks to good to be true, almost always it isn't) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 I was reminded yesterday of a collaboration poem I did with a poet friend several years back. The subject was Aphrodite. This morn I decided to write another poem about that mythical goddess. I wrote the poem as a longer piece-then decided to shorten it to be a sonnet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 440] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2020 05:44 AM In Silent Hours, When Hope May Truly Touch In that Silent hour, reflecting on life Its bitter and sour, constant daily strife That slow aching darkness of midnight black Woes of destiny that throws us off track Cast into swollen streams surging along Weeping melody from life's sadder songs, A stab, a cut against the growing pain Loss, where we say never, never again! In Silent hours, pondering sweeter gifts Of Love, Friendship, Dawn's Glow that so uplifts Dare we this thought thus gratefully embrace We are all brothers, in this human race. In Silent hours, when Hope may truly touch Faith joins Love's power, when Life seems too much! Sonnet, 6/23/2020 Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 This was awarded second place in the contest. I am sorry that I most often do not remember to come back and list the placements my poem get in contests. I just get far too busy with new poems and my other writings. I very likely have about 40 or more poems with first place awarded that I have not came back to list here.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 441] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-21-2020 04:33 PM Discovery Of What Sadness Lies Just Behind The Curtain Like a pale vapor, time flieth away whose invisible hands each season make some heavenly glory, others dark gray, such blindness, causing ones love to forsake. Like a raging wind, life oft sorrows bring with harsh nights, as God fails to intervene clock slow sounding, as its sad tick-tocks sing, of love's deep hurts, where tragedy convenes. Like a weary road, where dusty clouds rise to embrace epic loss and sweet sorrows none so tragic as traps our minds devise, in darkest of hours and hopeless tomorrows. O'lord, will better days ever again return. As we pray for sweet gifts, we did nothing to earn. Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2020 Sonnet, ( Dark And Tragic, Are The Great Woes Of Man ) Note: Composed today as I have this morn learned of another dear and lifelong friend's sad passing. RJL Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 442] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-10-2020 01:02 PM Will She Shed Tears On My Headstone When my ghost and I fade away into earth's breast that final day shall I rest in paradise hills or as a fish among the rills lay beneath blue of foaming seas leaving these olden bones in me? When this earthen spirit takes flight flying from worry and world's blight can looking back it then realize life and love were the greatest prize or would sorrows its sight then blind love's sweet remnants from mortal mind. When body is laid underground music plays, yet heard is no sound could her image and love give aid to heal the wounds regrets have made? When life flees and I rest alone. Will she shed tears on my headstone? Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020 Sonnet, ( Pondering Thoughts Born Before Death Arrives ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 443] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-27-2020 09:30 AM Wouldst I Become, Last Gasp Of Dying Star Wouldst I become, last gasp of dying star brighter glow in Heaven's majestic sky existing as hope's promise from afar gifting inspiration before I die. Wouldst I become, pure as sweet love affirms a soft flame, warmth to sooth a hurting soul true warrior to defeat world's evil terms an illumination to sacred scroll. Wouldst I become, saving grace to my love waiting shelter in times of sad despair golden rays of tenderness from above alleviating woes too hard to bear. Wouldst I become, light to life's dark defeat. Lover, your destiny sets you to meet. R.J. Lindley, 4-25- 1979 Sonnet, ( From Starlit Sky, A Magnificent Dream Was Born ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 444] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-31-2020 11:14 AM Within Hope And Revelation, Conversation With Dawn's Promise, Double Sonnets Poet's Notes(Hide)(Show) Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Robert Lindley. Robert J. Lindley, 8/30/2020 Double sonnets Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables:280 Total # Words:220 ( Each sonnet is exactly 140 syllables, 110 words ) Setting the total at 280+220= 500 In February of 1980 ( 2-80 ), I had finished exactly 500 poems recorded in journals since my start of logging my poems in since 1974. That was with my first six years of writing.... In February of this year (2-20), I started again composing poems in a private journal. Poems not to be seen by anybody until after my passing. I decided this morn at 3 am to compose these two sonnets, in a positive and uplifting shift now to steer myself into seeing life for what it is-- "a truly precious gift". And hope with my doing so, that my recent blues shall be diminished and even eventually be cast completely away. If so, this will be a fruitful 8 hours spent composing... And a joy celebrated.. God bless.... Such explains the numbers I set to reach when I started this task. I have always loved Math, History, Nature, Poetry and Reading.-RJL. Within Hope And Revelation, Conversation With Dawn's Promise, Double Sonnets I. - (The Questioning, Man's Sad Blindness) Dawn have you come again bearing sweet gifts to dance anew as this earth's sunlight shifts, welcome friend, ever glowing boldly bright dear relief from former darkness of night, as morning's first call, to wake- be alive ponder this spinning realm, seeking to strive. Dawn do you soft cry as you fade away bemoan loss of joy brought by break of day, dread the arrival of sun-cast high noon envy night's beauty with its golden moon, alas, 'tis your heart bursting all the more for worship of you, as sad souls implore? Dawn will you, this blessed day, watch me pray. Begging God's love in this my life, please stay? ~~~ II. - (The Revelations And Light Shone) I am dawn's truth, to you I now reply from me you seek more, may I ask you why, why my resplendent glowing, sweetest gifts are not enough to your sad soul uplift, dare I change, in error my dance alter because within you sorrows now falter? I dawn proclaim, light's power is my fame you must now see, living is not a game, in brilliant new rays, jewels are thus cast inspiration- seek love's touch, joy that lasts, revelation, learn to love life anew allow brighter glows take away your blues. I dawn to you, this solemn vow now make. Gifting you gems, as my light - darkness breaks! Robert J. Lindley, 8/30/2020 Double sonnets- ( Hoping To Inspire Others When Life beats Them Down) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 445] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-01-2020 07:24 AM Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight Here in the now, amidst the pale twilight that fleeting moment, - dying of the night that most precious air, - dying of the light cometh, morn's breath, - its beautiful new sight. Here in the now, within mind's newest eye that pondering thought, - let my spirit fly that exquisite joy, - sweetest tears I cry cometh, renewed hope, - truth I'll not deny. Here in the now, as that whisper so thrills that divine promise, - love needing no pills that merciful vow, - relief from world's ills cometh, beautiful truth, - love over-spills. Here in the now, amidst fleeing of twilight That stirring moment, - waking God's divine might. Robert J. Lindley, 9-01-2020 Sonnet, ( A dream, A promise, A sweet renewing of faith ) Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11 Total # Syllables:142 Total # Words:112 Note (1.): Poem born from a dream last night awakening to a day so bright as twilight's new rays therein gift, sweet poetic words to uplift, heart and soul into joyous praise relief was born from dark malaise. Note (2.) A new month, a vow to have a new and positive new start. To attempt to compose more positive and uplifting verse. To deny the dark clouds that attempts to overcome To walk in the light and deny the dark that seeks to destroy.... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 446] Author : Russ Date : 09-01-2020 07:13 PM You've been doing some nice and contemplative writing lately, Robert. Really nice. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 447] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-02-2020 02:33 PM You've been doing some nice and contemplative writing lately, Robert. Really nice. :clap: Thank you my friend. Writing keeps my mind off of my worries and is a many decades old habit of mine. Lately it has been a true godsend and an even more important exercise to me to vigilantly be engaged in.. God bless..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 448] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-02-2020 02:38 PM The new poem titled, "Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight", I wrote it just yesterday, this morning it was awarded Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site. Seems it was a huge hit and connected with the poets there very well. I was very shocked to find that it scored that fast, and that well... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 449] Author : Russ Date : 09-02-2020 06:19 PM The new poem titled, "Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight", I wrote it just yesterday, this morning it was awarded Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site. Seems it was a huge hit and connected with the poets there very well. I was very shocked to find that it scored that fast, and that well... -Tyr Nice, Robert! :cool: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 450] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-09-2020 09:24 PM Beyond The Horizon, Dwelling In Sunset's Red Beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red all is right - no compromising, silk sheets, soft bed Cool streams leading to good, world exists with no stains love wins just as it should, nights holding no dark pains. Beyond the horizon, hell's wrath can not invade new morn's rising, magnificent life hope has made Days spent in wonder, sworn to promises of more ships sailing on seas of splendor, from shore to shore. Paradise there seeing, Nature's hidden palace glory in being, free of man's dark and malice Earth's sweet pleasures, love over-filled beyond measure time spent in leisure, where true love is the treasure. Red skyline's glow, looms castles of eternity. Wrapped in love's, sincerest hope and serenity. R.J. Lindley July 9th, 1971 Sonnet Note- Written long ago-centuries it now seems.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 451] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-16-2020 02:46 PM The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul, (A sad tale of life lived, in three sonnets united).... I. Alas! Can man ever conquer such doom and gloom walk in the light, a true path forswearing to take does our wicked world ever give us that much room allowing life's true dignity for goodness sake? Did not the mighty Greeks beseech their Gods in vain while living in a vile and epic blinded state seeking to remove worldly ills and thus maintain shallow paradise, as only fools can relate? Lo! This lie our sad and dark world dares repeat parading its tempting sins as gifted treasures setting traps, laying golden palaces at our feet giving us falsified glory beyond measure. Of this, we eat dessert with its poison hidden. Blinded by desires, lusts, wickedness forbidden. II. Another bite of courage perhaps 'tis my last would it suffice, only time's truth will ever tell darkness swirled, its heartaches returning from my past in that suffocation was born another hell. Could life and fantastic hope this curse serve to break would any amount of valor serve to dismiss when all of my honor it has forsworn to take as scurrilous hands crush love's magnificent bliss? Another bite, a heaping helping of regret what little remained of bravado and elan gamble on love, upon life, you take what you get you pay the Pied Piper, learn to live with the pain. What serves man greater than serenity's sweet peace? Certainly not the red-blood of war's dark release! III. In yet another realm, the old poet rejoiced his pen its resounding victories did so ink those dear certitudes of romantic gems he voiced as in gasping compilations of wit, he sinks. In dawn-glory and day's promise, he often dwelt making corrections of accursed nightmares born baring heart and soul, deep heartbreaking pains he felt admitting his past follies that his life has torn. With ink and paper bright new castles he erects not as fantasy he believes but as hope's touch set up as an eternal quest to self-reflect pray its aggrandizements to be not too much! Pity that past hopes and dreams we can not remake And as well fulfill those vows we too oft forsake! Robert J. Lindley, original July 2014, edit 2017, 10-16-2020.... Note (1.): Each of the 3 sonnets is exactly per sonnet Syllables per line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total number of syllables:168 Total number of words:116 Total syllables= 504 Total words= 348 Note (2.) This very revealing piece was written originally as a private poem intended for my children to read after my mortal passing. It was left as a fragment until I started to compose the third sonnet yesterday and was able to finish it today. Present it today. **We are oft no more than blink of the eye our time a mere wisp, of mark set to die yet we may think better if we but try and live to reach well beyond earth and sky**... Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 452] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-28-2020 01:46 PM The Deep Darkness, The Hope, Words Sent To Plead I am lost, wicked world grants no reprieve Castle of darkness, black-cast to deceive Towers staggering in the boiling mist I that dare to shake my angry left fist From the deep chasm, life is set to perish Within fated storm lies all I cherish Night- born horrors seem to forever last I pray peace, such that was lost in the past. The cold black ocean, its cavernous mouth Winter's icy cold that sends life down South No sanctuary, no joy to be had Life and sorrows, seems all of it is bad. Tomorrow, tomorrow, will it bright shine. Allowing happy days on which to dine? Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2020 Sonnet, ( Wishing Upon Hope And Sincere Prayers) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 453] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2021 10:54 PM Gold Within The Ink May Heart's Depths Relay The gold within the ink, it truly glows As golden afternoon sun slowly sinks, Night arrives to gift its many shows As midnight owl its eyes rapidly blinks. The prancing moon its soft beams splatters O' the washing tides sing and play along Writing poetic verses such matters, As does the music to romantic songs. Take pride in verses sweetly splashed From within the surging tides of one's soul, Be they born of life, sorrows rehashed Or rejoicing in attaining one's goal! Gold within the ink may heart's depths relay Truth of the soul that so sincerely prays. Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021 Sonnet, ( Finishing the fragment as Greg suggested ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 454] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-07-2021 11:31 PM In Garden Of Dreams, As Dawn Awakens Dare I live with love and thus take Heavenly flight To sup away nectar of a cool summer night All is not so, not as it so appears Dare I dream it so through my falling tears? Alas! She that feasted here has now fled Leaving behind a heart so deeply bled A love refusing to curse her and quit I drink that sweet nectar cup- all of it. In garden of dreams as dawn awakens Dwells she that was so far away taken Dare I, to her soft calls in haste thus go Into paradise where her love winds blow? Dare I live with love and thus take Heavenly flight To sup away nectar of a cool summer night? Robert J Lindley, 7-06-1979, 3-08-2021 Sonnet, ( Memories past, legends of love and youth ) Note: *sup - Dictionary Definition : Vocabulary.comwww.vocabulary.com › dictionary › sup To sup is to eat slowly, by spoonfuls. When you eat soup, you probably sup it. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 455] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-30-2021 12:12 PM Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings (1.) The Sonnet And The Poetic Query Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances, And dying mouse took its usual chances; And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal Life shines with its usual little thrills. Eternal watchman, winds the chiming clock Sleep fled -comes every aching tick-tock As ocean waves eat up low sandy shores A sad love-sick mermaid, Neptune implores. On and on goes the rabid churning world Its mysteries wrapped in hidden curls Ah but, tis often the glory one seeks That fails to give but spit and false-set peeks! Dare high heavens to this old parade change? Can mortal flesh ever reach such a range? R. J. Lindley, June 4th, 1981 Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides ) And night its cascading dream-webs spins forth. Per somnium nocte Cascading telae egressus deducit *** (2.) She Of Rarest Beauty, Truest Essence Of Love She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew That Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew She of precious life, honey -sweet raven hair O' pray I to loving god - to again be there ! For under gold radiance of coming bright moon We shall both dance into that deep romantic swoon In sensual delights, locked in dear loving arms We both enjoying blessings of passionate charms! Yes, she is the one that my daydreams have foretold Soaking in her beauty, on her truth, I am sold As morn sounds yet more soft whispers of faithful love Sun shines its blessings, golden rays cast from above! She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew. An Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew! R.J. Lindley, June 9th, 1981 Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides ) And under sun's radiant blessings, beauty its fruits offers. Sol radiantibus sub bona fructus praebet speciem. *** (3.) Aching And Breaking Into Tender Bone As Fate points its crooked little finger, In this true-heart your beauty yet lingers Aching and breaking into tender bone A frozen copy of the hardest stone Are the blues of the darken death singer. While life dares the old rainbow to vanish I pray now my dreams can your love banish Was it not romantic truth you slayed As with your vanity you love played Fled to Mexico to love in Spanish. No more illusion, your magic died Same night this soul mercilessly cried A broken victim, saw your wicked lies And unabashedly let out roaring cries! Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021 Sonnet, ( Conquering The Ghost Of First Lost Love ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 456] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-06-2021 06:54 AM I Got Scars, Invisible Chains That Tightly Bind I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep There the darkness came ravaging a broken mind I got scars, invisible chains that tightly bind And an epic loss that can any man destroy Back when a younger lad, a poor O' Southern boy! I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep Doorways bringing bad nightmares into my sleep Those battles, those moaning cries can be heard each night Tragedy, a shame, such a sad pitiful fight There the darkness comes cutting up both heart and soul And lord don’t ya know, it is such a wicked toll! I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep. Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet ( Sad, dark and once so true ) Note: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 457] Author : Russ Date : 05-12-2021 08:13 PM Great writing from both the 80's and from this year. Thanks for sharing this, Robert. It has been too long since I've been reading your poetry. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 458] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-29-2021 09:41 PM Three sonnets from my new blog, Alas So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost (1.) Alas! So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost Not just youth, but those things Time took away Within aching heart comes an icy frost Covering epic pains of such decay! One may ask, how dare I so complain? Does Nature cry about hard falling rain? Yet does not this world its ills promote well? Oft with sorrows borne from depths of Hell? Dare I choose to such dark verses to write? Have I not truly joined in the fight? Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost Not just youth, but those things Time took away Within aching heart comes an icy frost Covering epic pains of such decay! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, repeat stanza ( with triple couplets ) ****** (2.) Those Lush And Tender, Soft Welcoming Lips Those flowing curls, glowing luscious mane Sexy smile, flowering as desert rain Bountiful beauty, sent to ease heart's pain Lovely blessing sent for this soul to gain. Ravishing essence with sweet touch to match My hesitation, thinking what is the catch That such a beauty would now my way pass A goddess, sweet speaking to this poor lass. Those lush and tender, soft welcoming lips With true beauty, grace, and curvaceous hips Yes beauty, as could launch a thousand ships And greatest king's treasure surely eclipse. Those tender kisses that were sent both ways. May we forever - remember that day! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, ( And Life, Its Journey Ever Sped Onward ) ****** (3.) Does Basking Moon Ask Strolling Stars For More Of beauty, earth, wind and soft glowing sky Dares this artist to weep tears asking why Heart and soul must pay such a heavy price And shed blood for it to ever suffice? Does basking moon ask strolling stars for more Space and time to heavenly night explore And cast upon earth a much deeper hue To inspire such in poets such as you? Does dawn its resplendent new rays withhold That gift, that gleaming beauty to be sold Or Mother Nature fail to gift new birth Or poets fail to cast beauty's true worth? Do such quizzing queries set well in verse Or fail as being dated and quite terse? Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, ( And what of life, love and this thing we call earth ? ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 459] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-30-2021 04:49 AM Woeful Cries From A Cavern Dark And Deep Hungry winds, that lash to whip up desire horrid- state of loss, feeling all alone forgotten, flames of great funeral pyres those altars carved from unwilling stone. Youth's folly, innocence, its childlike mirth life wandering through unforgiving sea lust and greed, far, far greater than earth's girth fruits thus harvested from a poison tree. Vanity and its allies- mortal fools world- a rock-field to be seeded with pain humanity clawing with its dark tools leaving behind destruction, blacken stains. Red, constant flow of savagely spilt blood Man in blindness wading through epic floods. Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2021 Sonnet, ( What becomes of the trembling kiss of day ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 460] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-30-2021 08:40 AM Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse Sonnet I I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight Tis but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night In that abject blindness, fail to see life's true worth Alas! Such are sorrows of mankind's constant plight That feeds malignant swellings of darkness on earth; Those of ancient times, of distant long dead yesterdays Will one day from that deepest of slumbers arise Long hidden from flown days and nights, world's weeping grays Be reborn with no thoughts of world's previous lies. As earth spins, sounding its constant evolving beats We blind to light's truth, continue our foolish acts Racing onward counting our coins and useless feats Life came from light's truth, not so-called man-made facts. Sonnet II I that thought to profit, see beyond mortal veil Having never measured truest rectitude of life In my epic quest, the highest of mountains scale In youth, blind to sad flowing storms of mortal strife Alas! We that in our darkness refuse to see Oft face raging storms that seem to forever swirl Not realizing, Love's blessings are given free To counter lightning bolts world's malevolence hurls. I that foolishly thought to defeat that we die Later learned truth that our vanity denies We are lost because we believe world's greatest lie That we were once roaming beasts beneath earthen skies By our own greatness became gods of divine might Free to do as we please, revel in our delights. Sonnet III In June, when wondering winds our hearts so lighten I have found eager bubbling brooks streaming along Summer's morn setting up to day gaily brighten Nature gifting beauty, songbirds gifting sweet song Across flowering meadows, busy bees flying Life many treasures so beautifully sharing Time to live, not sadly ponder mortal dying For truest of joy depends on our loving caring There rests much more happiness in sincere kindness And sweeter breath within Love's soft touch inspiring Eyes to truly see, welcome defeat of blindness Rather than worldly conflicts and daily sparring To satisfy our fleshly dreams and dark desires Lets embrace light's divine truth that never expires. Robert J. Lindley, year 2020, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17 Sonnet trilogy, ( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 461] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-02-2021 06:49 AM Often When I Must Take A Sad Look Back Look back remembering how hard I wept Seeing decay of where we both once slept You were beauty and hand full of treasure Then our new-sprung love grew beyond measure. Now even sad memories are of gold Back then I was vibrant, steady and bold You full of grace and a true beauty queen How I long to again live in that scene! Very often, I wonder where you are at Are you wearing tight jeans and floppy hat Or a mini-skirt and those mile high heels Love lost, do you truly know how that feels? Look back remembering how hard I wept. Seeing emptiness where we both once slept. Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2021 Sonnet- ( When Hard Reality Hits A Very Sad Road ) Note: Truth in Life: some things burn an unforgettable Imprint upon spirit, heart, mind and soul. Of those - lost love ranks as the top calamity, yet it is one of the very greatest life learners out there. Surviving it sears a strength that penetrates into the marrows and strengthens the soul. Although many would rather be weak- and still have that love. For something that sweet and powerful is indeed an epic loss.. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 462] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2021 04:52 AM Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair In bright moonlight I saw her standing there Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair She looked just like an angel to me If only this country-boy she could see Looking for love and a heart bold and true And happiness, with a future with you 'neath canopy of glittering sweet stars She would be my Venus, I her strong Mars. Wonder what would love be without her hand Could I truly live, could I even stand And earth could it a greater treasure gift Than her sight, her soft touch that so uplifts. In bright moonlight I saw her standing there. Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair. R.J. Lindley, Nov 09 1979 Sonnet Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 463] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-20-2021 05:32 AM Often When I Must Take A Sad Look Back Look back remembering how hard I wept Seeing decay of where we both once slept You were beauty and hand full of treasure Then our new-sprung love grew beyond measure. Now even sad memories are of gold Back then I was vibrant, steady and bold You full of grace and a true beauty queen How I long to again live in that scene! Very often, I wonder where you are at Are you wearing tight jeans and floppy hat Or a mini-skirt and those mile high heels Love lost, do you truly know how that feels? Look back remembering how hard I wept. Seeing emptiness where we both once slept. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- ( When Hard Reality Hits A Very Sad Road ) Note: Truth in Life: some things burn an unforgettable imprint upon spirit, heart, mind and soul. Of those - lost love ranks as the top calamity, yet it is one of the very greatest life learners out there. Surviving it sears a strength that penetrates into the marrows and strengthens the soul. Although may would rather be weak- and still have that love. For something that sweet and powerful is indeed an epic loss.. For what is a poet that does not give truly from heart and soul? Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 464] Author : Juicer66 Date : 08-20-2021 05:58 AM Tell me , are you Robert Lindley ? If so, a million plaudits . That sonnet in your last post communicates so easily , and for me - and many others no doubt --- it resonates strongly at a personal level . P.S . Possibly John Lindley following a fast bit of simple research ? Not Robert, unless you found the Elixir of Life . -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 465] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-21-2021 05:04 AM Tell me , are you Robert Lindley ? If so, a million plaudits . That sonnet in your last post communicates so easily , and for me - and many others no doubt --- it resonates strongly at a personal level . P.S . Possibly John Lindley following a fast bit of simple research ? Not Robert, unless you found the Elixir of Life . I have been me since as long as I can remember. ;) On my father's side our bloodline is English/Irish. I am quite familiar with John Lindley the famous poet... Glad the sonnet was a positive to you. Poetry to me is a way of giving back - a way of analyzing and mulling over life and my past. Hopefully it helps others and especially the young that face so many things in life without prior knowledge to successfully cope. Ahhhhh, the ""Elixir of Life"" -- yes that would be light, living, faith, hope and love.....:beer:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 466] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-02-2021 05:10 AM Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists, My journey, clarification of Fate When I balked, black ghost said, I insist Hurry destiny cries it is too late, Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds So strangely pungent the circling winds In distant valleys, baying of the hounds- I fear what that hideous sign portends. Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread My shield, simply faith in Light and my God And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed I pray for salvation of divine light Blessed ending of this courageous flight. Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021 Sonnet(dark) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 467] Author : LongTermGuy Date : 09-02-2021 12:13 PM http://twt-thumbs.washtimes.com/media/image/2013/11/06/baggy-pants-ap_c0-46-700-454_s885x516.jpg?149ead3a7861469899f902d6f8014acc77e3cdc5 https://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/hellopoetry/1809986/fb.jpg -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 468] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-05-2021 03:59 AM THREE SONNETS --from blog.... Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, With Poetic Verse Sonnet I I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight Tis but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night In that abject blindness, fail to see life's true worth Alas! Such are sorrows of mankind's constant plight That feeds malignant swellings of darkness on earth; Those of ancient times, of distant long-dead yesterdays Will one day from that deepest of slumbers arise Long hidden from flown days and nights, deep weeping grays Reborn with no thoughts of dark cast previous lies. As Earth spins, sounding its constant evolving beats We blind to light's truth, continue our foolish acts Racing onward counting our coins and useless feats Life came from light's truth, not so-called man-made facts. Sonnet II I that thought to profit, see beyond Earthly veil Having never measured truest rectitude of life In my epic quest, the highest of mountains scale In youth, blind to sad flowing storms of mortal strife Alas! We that in our darkness refuse to see Oft face raging storms that seem to forever swirl Not realizing, Love's blessings are given free To counter lightning bolts world's malevolence hurls. I that foolishly thought to defeat that we die Later learned the truth our vanity denies We are lost because we believe that blackest lie That we were once roaming beasts beneath earthen skies By our own greatness became gods of divine might Free to do as we please, revel in our delights. Sonnet III In June, when wondering winds our hearts so lighten I have found eager bubbling brooks streaming along Summer's morn setting up today gaily brighten Nature gifting beauty, songbirds gifting sweet song Across flowering meadows, busy bees flying Life many treasures so beautifully sharing Time to live, not sadly ponder mortal dying For truest of joy depends on our loving caring There rests much more happiness in sincere kindness And sweeter breath within Love's soft-touch inspiring Eyes to then see, welcoming defeat of blindness Rather than worldly conflicts and daily sparring To satisfy our fleshly dreams and deep desires And embrace light's divine truth that never expires. Robert J. Lindley, 9/15, 9/16, 9/17- in year 2020 Sonnet trilogy, ( When Blessed Gifts Are Suddenly Given To One Pleading ) Note -- This new creation, was composed in three days of each day my reading of Thomas Gray's magnificent poem, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that was first published in 1751.... ******** (1.) https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44299/elegy-written-in-a-country-churchyard -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 469] Author : JakeStarkey Date : 09-05-2021 09:43 AM Great way to start the morning. Thank youTyr-Ziu Saxnot (http://www.debatepolicy.com/member.php?2275-Tyr-Ziu-Saxnot) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 470] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-31-2021 08:55 AM Gift Given Man, An Invisible Treasure From above, beyond heavenly skies Hurdling into earthen realm in measure Yes, earth's deep morbid darkness it defies Gift given man, an invisible treasure Those that its purpose cannot ever see Sadly are to its dear purpose stone-blind Help was needed, so true mortal are we So lost in blackness, hope we could not find. Amidst deep turmoil of our raging seas Selflove, inflicted pains of hopeless greed Humanity's volume of tearful pleas Crying out for true depths of mortal need Fate's blows, born from lies sent from dark abyss. Cannot survive, mankind's embracing this. Robert J. Lindley, June 22nd, 1977 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 471] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-21-2022 08:52 PM I Wish, I Wish Upon Shattered Star My baby, my baby, left scars on me So deep! So damn deep you can't ever see A cut, ghastly cut with long rusty knife Not gonna, not gonna be loving wife. I wish, I wish on a shattered star Heaven would tell me where the hell you are Send me roadmap to your far away door Please, please, please, forever you I adore Hold me, hold me tight, love me true tonight Care not who was wrong, who the hell was right! Wish I, wish I this, your sweet smile, your kiss My darling, my darling, your touch I so miss Darkness, darkness, now deeply covers me Only, only, your sweet love can save me! Robert J. Lindley, Aug 1st, 1974 Sonnet, ( When A Sad Crushing Loss Ones' Heart Consumes ) Note: AUG, 1976 - DELETED Note: JAN 21-2022 Once, once I was in a hole a million miles deep….. Some things are simply impossible to ever forget... Presented as was composed, forty-six years ago. No edits to the actual poem, old note was deleted. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 472] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-22-2022 08:21 AM Back To That Beauty, In World's Dear Blue Sky I exist, despite world's dark, angry scowls In my dreams as a panther on the prowl In tune with Nature, hunted by mankind Living as a beast, of another kind Absent, the deep darkness once within me Fearlessly tread path, setting my soul free! I exist, truth is I do not know why I see such gleaming beauty in blue sky And black rage festering within mankind Racing into oblivion so blind! I exist, world's powers oft I deny When alone, 'tis true often tears I cry In future happiness upward I fly Back to that beauty, in world's dear blue sky! Robert J. Lindley, July 5th, 1977 Sonnet, ( Wherein Briefly, A Heart And Soul Can Clearly See ) Note: A dear poet friend asked me yesterday to post something not so dark. Maybe write a new more beautiful and optimistic poem. Well, I tried but my mood would not allow one to come that I felt measured up. So, I searched in my chest of old poems that had never yet seen the light of day and found this one. Present it, hoping that it measures up to meet the request. I was a very young 23 years old when I composed it--" many ages ago it now so seems".. Presented now with no edits. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 473] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-16-2022 08:16 AM Angel That Has Flown Far Away Angel that has flown far away dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray for her and yet another kiss she the Love, her Touch I so Miss This day, heart sees her smile again my beloved, my dearest friend I yield to these new falling tears thankful for her, our blessed years She that wakes me every morn to help heal soul that is so torn her soft eyes shining so bright telling me, it will be alright Angel that has flown far away Dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2022 Sonnet Composed early this morn, dedicated to my beloved wife, Clarisa Tapican Lindley, ( 8-13-1980- 2-27-2022 ) Celebration Of Life gathering today, 4-16-2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 474] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-13-2022 05:22 AM Back to creating and presenting a few new sonnets...--Tyr ********* Shall We Recall Gems Reaped From Our Love's Tree Should small differences tear us apart Bringing sorrows, upset our applecart Will we open our eyes to truly see How truth and love's growth can still set us free Surely life should be more than seeking gain More than just gathering bountiful grain Shall we yet again, our souls truly search On higher and higher mountaintops perch Learn to give and love to the nth degree Bathe ourselves in love's deep romantic sea Should such differences rip us apart Causing those rash actions not very smart Shall we recall gems reaped from our love's tree Wonderful bliss, love gifted unto we? Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2022 Sonnet Note: Things found when looking back at youth and its many mistakes therin made. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 475] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-06-2022 08:25 AM A New Light, Bright Rays That Are Sent To Heal New light, brighter rays bequeathed to heal those deep aching fears, terrors of the night, those wicked world uses to sweet joy kill in its evil nature uses to blind. New sight, a soft-cast wind sent to fill sails those gifts of hope given and life anew those sweeter dawns, that dark cannot assail impregnable, new shield given to you. New faith, a glory Heaven has thus sent those pearls of wisdom that defeats dark fears those words healing what was so torn and rent wiping away sorrows and falling tears. New light, new sight, new faith, a true godsend. To a lost and blinded heart heal and mend. Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2022 Sonnet Note : Joy Requires Not Treasures, Nor Golden Spoon Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon. Written early morn, as dark ran away changing of the guard, as sun took the day beacon to waking world, all is not lost so rise and smile, summertime has no frost. Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon. Life's hope, morning glories in full bloom watch as a new future fills empty room take a deep new breath, world will still yet turn gone is the darkness, ones' soul rightly spurns. Watch the rays glitter and dance a new tune Joy requires not treasures, nor golden spoon. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 476] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2022 06:19 AM Reprieve, A Return From Ashes And Dust When heart dares to life again seek Hope comes gifting a little peek Over rainbow and a bit beyond Out far past shores of ones' small pond Beyond mountains found in our dreams Beyond greed and our worldly schemes A return from ashes and dust Finding happiness is a must For there is no life without joy Returning, one must this employ Courage to risk falling apart So hard to repair broken heart Dawn cries out, rise to love renew Others have done that, so can you! Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2022 Sonnet Note: Riverbank, watching waters flow Living with aching pains in tow Golden moon above shining down Heaven above, its glowing gown I ask, Lord what is left of me Am I truly this fallen tree Then heard is a clear booming shout Open your eyes, look all about Again strive to see, light is free You do have a true friend in me. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 477] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-23-2022 03:48 AM Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning And with trust, she began to again new love feel Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts. From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below. Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow. And with trust, she began to again new love feel. Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022 Sonnet, ( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born ) Note: Verses born upon a too soon waking Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking Into life, its sweet magnificent glow Birthed from blessings of what true love sows. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 478] Author : icansayit Date : 07-23-2022 03:14 PM Title : Wow... Beautiful Robert! Nothing else needs saying. Wow! Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning And with trust, she began to again new love feel Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts. From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below. Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow. And with trust, she began to again new love feel. Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022 Sonnet, ( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born ) Note: Verses born upon a too soon waking Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking Into life, its sweet magnificent glow Birthed from blessings of what true love sows. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 479] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-03-2022 07:07 PM There Was A Heart, As Large As Ocean Skies Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes There was a heart, as large as ocean skies And I had met an angel pure and true Garden romantic roses so soon grew If only life would show her my love gaze And set beautiful fires flaming in blaze. If he, there in that soft fancy new suit Could see my now-born love had taken root As a grove of delicious apple trees Searing eager soul, so ready to please If only, this morn, romance sets its treat And therein we both Cupid's arrows meet. Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes. There was a heart, as large as ocean skies. Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2022 Sonnet Note: This was born from a first love encounter back in 1973. And yes love united two into one, but fate and world's Many dark temptations eventually tore that blessing asunder. Youth and blindness, worked to destroy what was golden. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 480] Author : icansayit Date : 09-04-2022 05:51 PM Title : Wow Robt... There Was A Heart, As Large As Ocean Skies Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes There was a heart, as large as ocean skies And I had met an angel pure and true Garden romantic roses so soon grew If only life would show her my love gaze And set beautiful fires flaming in blaze. If he, there in that soft fancy new suit Could see my now-born love had taken root As a grove of delicious apple trees Searing eager soul, so ready to please If only, this morn, romance sets its treat And therein we both Cupid's arrows meet. Moonstruck magic, from her large bright blue eyes. There was a heart, as large as ocean skies. Robert J. Lindley, 9-03-2022 Sonnet Note: This was born from a first love encounter back in 1973. And yes love united two into one, but fate and world's Many dark temptations eventually tore that blessing asunder. Youth and blindness, worked to destroy what was golden. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 Just downright beautiful. The feelings are back too! Great. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 481] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-04-2022 06:55 PM Just downright beautiful. The feelings are back too! Great. My friend, for all of my many youthful mistakes that one was the worst one that I ever made. To cheat and do wrong on her cost me dearly. Some mistakes one never forgets... And yes, I paid a heavy price..-God bless.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 482] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-14-2022 04:31 PM When Sweet And Soft Morn No Longer Calls Out When heart is broken, ocean is drained All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained Dawn brings epic sorrows, no real relief Ripped and torn, shattered some beliefs Midnight moon casts down that terrible blue Everything sad even shining new. When heart is broken, ocean is drained All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained When sweet and soft morn no longer calls out And life cries for hope, with dark mourning shout Hours flow forth like whimpering aches of day All the green blades of grass seem morbid gray Hurt promises to let other shoe drop And mind wonders shall this agony stop. Robert J, Lindley, 9-14-2022 Sonnet Born from a poet's heart that has seen too much sorrow and loss. Dedicated to those lost. And to my dear friend Connie Marcum. I truly think she would have loved this one. As she saw the merits in sad, dark and truth in life should be represented in poetry. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 483] Author : Russ Date : 01-26-2023 08:17 PM Robert, I hadn't read any of your poetry for a few months, I really love this one. Russ Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists, My journey, clarification of Fate When I balked, black ghost said, I insist Hurry destiny cries it is too late, Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds So strangely pungent the circling winds In distant valleys, baying of the hounds- I fear what that hideous sign portends. Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread My shield, simply faith in Light and my God And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed I pray for salvation of divine light Blessed ending of this courageous flight. Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021 Sonnet(dark) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 484] Author : jimnyc Date : 01-31-2023 07:39 PM Robert, I hadn't read any of your poetry for a few months, I really love this one. Russ Haven't heard from Robert since mid-September. He also stopped posting on the poetry site that he belonged to. No response from an email to what he has on record but can't know for sure if that is still used or not. His brother and his wife passing took it's toll on him, I know that from msg'ing with him. I just hope and pray that he is fine and just taking a long break. He's had me concerned for a few months now. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 485] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-14-2023 09:48 AM Under Golden Moonlight, The Monster Met Its Match Having recuperated the hero, With sword drawn cut the massive monster deep Saying to the beast, " that one is for keeps " As flowing blood spilled like a hard rain Hero called out, " now don't you go to sleep" No hurting pain my friend, no newfound gain The beast then stood up, and growled out a scream Are you puny man a ghost or bad dream Hero replying, feels like a bad dream At that moment the cut monster slashed out But he was slow hero stepped about Plunged his sharp saber in even deeper He then cut off the monster's massive head Watch as its body fell and bled bloody red. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet 6-14 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 486] Author : gabosaurus Date : 06-14-2023 11:51 AM Great to see you again Tyr. My daughter has missed your poetry. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 487] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-14-2023 02:50 PM Great to see you again Tyr. My daughter has missed your poetry. Well, please tell your daughter that this old poet thanks her. God bless. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 488] Author : SassyLady Date : 06-14-2023 05:09 PM Under Golden Moonlight, The Monster Met Its Match Having recuperated the hero, With sword drawn cut the massive monster deep Saying to the beast, " that one is for keeps " As flowing blood spilled like a hard rain Hero called out, " now don't you go to sleep" No hurting pain my friend, no newfound gain The beast then stood up, and growled out a scream Are you puny man a ghost or bad dream Hero replying, feels like a bad dream At that moment the cut monster slashed out But he was slow hero stepped about Plunged his sharp saber in even deeper He then cut off the monster's massive head Watch as its body fell and bled bloody red. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet 6-14 2023 Glad you're back! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 489] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2023 07:11 AM Glad you're back! Thank you my friend. I am glad to be back reading and writing here. God bless. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 490] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2023 08:51 AM Reprieve, A Return From Ashes And Dust When heart dares to live again seek Hope comes gifting a little peek Over rainbow and a bit beyond Out far past shores of ones' small pond Beyond mountains found in our dreams Beyond greed and our worldly schemes A return from ashes and dust Finding happiness is a must For there is no life without joy Returning, one must this employ Courage to risk falling apart So hard to repair broken heart Dawn cries out, rise to love renew Others have done that, so can you! Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2022 Sonnet Note: Riverbank, watching waters flow Living with aching pains in tow Golden moon above shining down Heaven above, its glowing gown I ask, Lord what is left of me Am I truly this fallen tree Then heard is a clear booming shout Open your eyes, look all about Again strive to see, light is free You do have a true friend in me. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022 Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 07-12-2022 at 06:21 AM. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 491] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-18-2023 09:23 AM What Lies In The Betwixt And The Between What lies in the betwixt and the between Heaven and hell, this world's darkest of scenes Mankind wallows in the deepest of sin Parades in blackest deeds, from early teens Dare we to such foul actions then decry Whilst our own deep darkness we seek to hide As we walk under the malevolent moon Into a land devoid, absent of sky From this dastardly dream, this nightmare I woke My legs still broken, my tongue cut off And a whisper carried from far away Suffer some more, for this curse is no joke. As my mind then realize I was fast asleep. I thought something learned was very deep. Robert J. Lindley, dark Sonnet Jan. 25th 1974 "Search for truth and light for darkness destroys. " -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 492] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-20-2023 10:33 AM Are We To Believe Lies Dark World Has Told When I hope for goodness to always win, Ride my old horse well before break of dawn, While nature gifts its beauty of a fawn Am I to be chastised for my sins " Doth our God his blessed rewards withhold" ? Mother sky sends its hardest lightning blasts Shining glory its gleaming arrives at last Dare we not with this exposure be sold Can the written word its powers yet give As poet or a sane man declares Is it not Holy of Heaven that cares? Are we not to love life and thus we live. Am I now just a vessel too damn old? Are we to believe lies dark world has told? Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet 6-20-2023 Note- Some questions are almost impossible to figure the answer to unless help flows from above. One must learn to ask and it shall be given. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 493] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-20-2023 05:33 PM Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood I stand against the world and its most evil wrongs Born with stone-chips in my ancient Viking blood My greatest heroes immortalized in great songs As they eliminated those of barbaric crude All had magical shields and a flaming hot sword Words given to them by higher power beings Enough victorious battles as not to be bored And illumination from Heaven for their seeing Achilles hero, was one of greater fable fame His life was destined to die as a brave man All of this world has now learned his noted name So many more heroes had such amazing plans Life is so massive, history tells not the all Vast armies of such evil dastardly ruffians Marched forth to innocent people maim and kill Only to be stopped by brave feats of Christians. Robert J. Lindley, 6-20-2023 16 verse sonnet Note- I have both Viking and Native American blood in my veins. Each had fantastic warriors of great renown. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 494] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-21-2023 12:46 PM Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance Spinning round the sky for the audience's delicious glee Oh, my lover that is the beauty for both you and me As we enjoy and watch the parade in Mother sky Yet quite oft a message resides within asking the why Whispering shadows are waltzing to that undulating beat As humanity rejoices in finding new ways to cheat Alas! There always is a very steep-set price to pay For Heaven always has the final, truer, righteous say Our Lord rejoices when we heed those biblical held laws Else we in deep pain, wake up to deep slashing devil's claws! Dare we in blind ignorance walk a sad crooked trail? Follow loud, baying hell-hounds right into unholy hell? Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet entered in ongoing contest Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 495] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-23-2023 08:04 AM Mother Nature Showed Me Many Styles Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles Over hill and dale, through the verdant wood Saw baby ducks walk by in quacking file Did not stop to rest or maybe I should Came to the old elm, now looks to be dead But the bird nest above looks to be new This old mind searching to get rid of dread Then I thought I heard a soft voice but who Searching about but nothing could I find But Mother Nature and her great wonders Just enough to appease wondering mind I next sat down to that odd thought ponder. Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles. Mother Nature showed me many styles. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet 6-23-2023 Note- Finding such beauty, and know life is so precious. I walked back home a bit renewed. A blessing methinks. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 496] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-23-2023 11:21 AM Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing A Song Why did he smile only by few inches His face contorted and it was askew By the garden was a flock of finches Old age, do we forget what we once knew His arms were skinny, not near as mighty His head kinda bald and his beard bright white He said his first wife was mad, too flighty When loving her body was quite a sight But he was my beloved dad and proud Often complained of failing eyesight And when he did that it was very loud Told me when you do something do it right. My dad, so tough, honest as day is long. Now gone, I so wish I could sing a song! Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2023 Sonnet, My father was the most honest man I've ever known. And tough as nails too. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 497] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-24-2023 07:15 AM You Wake Up Too Early Was All Of It Just Bad Sad Game When your feet have crushed the grass at the cemetery gate You forget youthful dreams but for supper do not be late Hope climbed a mountain just to see the birthing sunrise You wake on a Saturday morning to your own damn surprise Your heart skips a beat or two when you see her pretty face She wearing those pearl earrings and all dressed up in lace Life stopped being so kind but your dog licked your face And your own house is a total wreck much to your disgrace All the world so hates you but your boss gave you a huge raise And for once your lover actually gave you your due praise. Dawn arrived early, its glow a soft-cast glimmering light Your amused watching your old dog and old cat have a fight All this darken world sits a burning, you add to the flames You wake up too early, was all of it just bad sad game. Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet November 17TH 1985 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 498] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-25-2023 09:50 AM The Solid True Story Of A Young Gunfighter Back when I fought this world, my sword was razor sharp Sent that devil fiend to hearing a demon's harp I am sorry that his blood stained danceroom floor Then I told his worthless friends, clean up blood and gore The next day, his uncle came to pay me a call He spit his vile venom and then he said his all I gave him the same, he buried just out of town No problem at all, he too was a smartass clown I make no wrong claim, that is how it occurred On that place your money, as that is my sworn word! I was born a fighter and it is in my blood My old grandpappy once tamed a raging flood! These modern days such is said to be just tall tales. Like when I was minnow fishing, caught a blue whale. Robert J. Lindley, 6-25-2023 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 499] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-25-2023 03:19 PM Guy Turn Out To Be Such A Clueless Act Good ole frank, you know he will let you down O'yes he is alright for a few drinks Because not much else to do in this town Far, far too often acts before he thinks I know his flaws better than my own hands His drunken escapades and stupid acts How got fired stealing from his own band And other bad things most of them plain facts He borrows but never ever pays back His other friend Rick's girl he up and stole Took her dad's house, nailed her in the sack Lucky at craps, seven his constant roll. Good ole Frank, he will stab ya while you're down. And that is why I ran him out of town. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet FEB. 3RD 1977 Note- Guy really was a true clueless act. Did a few dozen things I did not mention. I defended him as far as I could, but then I ran him off. Heard about 5 years later he got shot down in Florida doing an armed robbery of a Liquor store. Spent years in prison. Some people just never learn.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 500] Author : icansayit Date : 06-25-2023 05:24 PM Title : Good Ole Frank.... Guy Turn Out To Be Such A Clueless Act Good ole frank, you know he will let you down O'yes he is alright for a few drinks Because not much else to do in this town Far, far too often acts before he thinks I know his flaws better than my own hands His drunken escapades and stupid acts How got fired stealing from his own band And other bad things most of them plain facts He borrows but never ever pays back His other friend Rick's girl he up and stole Took her dad's house, nailed her in the sack Lucky at craps, seven his constant roll. Good ole Frank, he will stab ya while you're down. And that is why I ran him out of town. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet FEB. 3RD 1977 Note- Guy really was a true clueless act. Did a few dozen things I did not mention. I defended him as far as I could, but then I ran him off. Heard about 5 years later he got shot down in Florida doing an armed robbery of a Liquor store. Spent years in prison. Some people just never learn.... Sounds like somebody we all know who resides in the basement of 1600 Pennsylvania, Ave. Washington, D.C. :laugh::clap::clap::clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 501] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-26-2023 12:56 PM What Music Is That Which Soothes Eager Soul What music is that cheers the eager heart Whereas I can find none on any star chart Nor shadow of which behind resting sun Waits night and its roaring of battle guns And prayers uttered by dying men Pales chasm between sainthood and ones sin Hold the thought, that human life is much more Than wasting years and a beggar's last score. What music is that which soothes eager soul Where sinners in hellish fires must pay toll Whilst in anguish they beg for treasures lost Thereby forgetting sinners greatest costs. What music can a sainthood ever bring. Or wife be without lover's wedding ring. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet March 24th 1978 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 502] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2023 10:23 AM Like Bald Eagle Soaring Upon The Bluest Sky The storm crept up so silently did it arrive The wind slithering in like a rabid panther Something about that danger makes one feel alive Maybe death, a possibility, taking that dive As ones' future seems to fuse into frothy dross A sly shades of sheer terror creeps into plain view You mind goes blank and your spirit is at sad loss The ole world seems topsy turvy, fear still in you Suddenly in the distance, light brilliantly shines You feel that life has came back to you to repeat All this dark vengeful world shall leave, your life is thine Banquet tis yours and such delicious food to eat! Your nerves steady and you then know exactly why. Like bald eagle soaring upon the bluest sky. Robert J. Lindley, Aug. 27th 1973 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 503] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2023 11:14 AM Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How Many should die, millions or just enow Yes, war and the fallen lives of war dead Corpses strewn upon wet blood-soaked ground In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow. Many should die, millions or just enow War the savagery of lost mankind Death, carnage, loss and misery expands In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow. Many should die, millions or just enow And tears fall like snow from a weeping sky And mothers, daughters, many wear black dress In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow. Many should die, millions or just enow Yes, we survivors do live on but how? Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet June 22, 1974 Note: ""Enow"" enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for the word= "enough" Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 504] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-29-2023 03:26 PM Just In Time To See My Many Fairy Friends Flee I heard the gusto from running river current Walking the big woods, letting my spirit rejoice White splashed foam and roaring a massive torrent Speaking with wood fairies in a mythical voice That language was like mother's sweet applesauce to me They talked on golden rays dancing in moonbeams Fairy-dust ships sailing upon all seven sea And the mellow echoes found in deep fairy dreams We spoke of the raging beast that roams after midnight How it slays all woodland creatures it can capture Talk about its bloody claws and hideous sight They asked me why such, we mortals enraptures! Then I woke, I had slept under an old oak tree. Just in time to see my many fairy friends flee! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, Jan. 21st 1973 edited -DEC 9TH, 1973 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 505] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-29-2023 04:16 PM A Bright Yellow Golden Moon Floating High Above A bright yellow golden moon floating high above Its radiant rays falling softly to our sweet earth Beauty, flowers, her dancing with me all in love And my heart happily singing for all its worth. That epic summer we both swore Fall we would wed Gleaming sun that day was bright vermillion glowing She my sweet darling, arising from our soft bed Our kisses were like a raging river flowing My lover and I had our rejoicing glows too Alas! How could we know such ardent love could die She sent a dear John letter and to Hawaii flew Left me alone, with a mystery, no damn clue. I remember my body shook and my mind ran. She, had thus deserted me for another man. Robert J. Lindley, May 23rd Sonnet Note- True story Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 506] Author : icansayit Date : 07-02-2023 04:45 PM Title : Robert... A Bright Yellow Golden Moon Floating High Above A bright yellow golden moon floating high above Its radiant rays falling softly to our sweet earth Beauty, flowers, her dancing with me all in love And my heart happily singing for all its worth. That epic summer we both swore Fall we would wed Gleaming sun that day was bright vermillion glowing She my sweet darling, arising from our soft bed Our kisses were like a raging river flowing My lover and I had our rejoicing glows too Alas! How could we know such ardent love could die She sent a dear John letter and to Hawaii flew Left me alone, with a mystery, no damn clue. I remember my body shook and my mind ran. She, had thus deserted me for another man. Robert J. Lindley, May 23rd Sonnet Note- True story Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 Love lasts forever! Millions know the sweetness lasts too! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 507] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-03-2023 07:19 PM Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind in its wakings an old barn without doors the farm animals simply do not mind. Nobody saw, for sure nobody cares The farmer milks the cows so thirsty is he Digging for gold he does not ever dare Up early picking peaches from his tree Wife a lovely maiden, her love she shares Farm is not much, twenty acres and a mule Envy no, he thinks they do not compare Beside he has a pretty daughter so like a jewel Nothing like rich man's iron gate horse farm Farmer lives simply does nobody harm. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Aug 11th, 1971 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 508] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2023 12:44 PM Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin I found a treasure chest without a key It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in Much other loot my head began to spin. Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns Just over paradise, miles west of town Rose early to wander out get that loot Put on my gear and my old hiking boots. Found hidden cave and sauntered on in There lay skeletons of seven dead men Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway I took the whole load that fortunate day. I woke with the bright sun shining right in Took my new Harley for a morning spin Might as well as it was but a big dream Well, I have lottery ticket to dream. Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet March Note. Written on March 9TH, 1973, I was 19 years and 4 days old then. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 509] Author : icansayit Date : 07-05-2023 02:16 PM Title : Remember Robert? I do... Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin I found a treasure chest without a key It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in Much other loot my head began to spin. Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns Just over paradise, miles west of town Rose early to wander out get that loot Put on my gear and my old hiking boots. Found hidden cave and sauntered on in There lay skeletons of seven dead men Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway I took the whole load that fortunate day. I woke with the bright sun shining right in Took my new Harley for a morning spin Might as well as it was but a big dream Well, I have lottery ticket to dream. Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet March Note. Written on March 9TH, 1973, I was 19 years and 4 days old then. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 https://brokeassstuart.com/wp-content/pictsnShit/2011/07/easy-rider-american-flag-helmet.jpg -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 510] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2023 02:40 PM https://brokeassstuart.com/wp-content/pictsnShit/2011/07/easy-rider-american-flag-helmet.jpg My good friend, that poem was composed 50 years ago, when Iwas but 19 years old and full of piss and vinegar. Seems to me now, to be several lifetimes ago. I've owned 7 motorcycles in my life and every one of them was a pure joy to ride. Youth and its rewards. God bless. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 511] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-05-2023 06:29 PM Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart Across the plains a bad ole murky mess Unites in its quivering tears apart And the bashful bride dares not that confess As she knows for sure it would break his heart Bloated bodies bend with such dusky chills And the ill cast weather leaves what it starts Grandpa cries, "Hon' bring me my little pills" Hitch the old mule and load the harvest cart Watch the red moon and its wide flaming rings Crow knows the tiger will eat anything And the fairies dance their proud lovers swing While the farmer's wife wakes early to sing Dawn rises and its glory proudly displays Cheating gambler faces well-earned pay! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, May 12th 1972 Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 512] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-06-2023 01:07 PM I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly That crystal indifference soothes my attitude None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be My fighting sword and armor is polished gold Sail I my ship and crew across dark, stormy sea Far north to angry city or so I am told I left far behind my foolish ideas of white Knowing that some judges are cheap, easily bought I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night Insurance so as not to be flat footed caught. I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude That crystal indifference soothes my attitude I left far behind my foolish ideas of white I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night. Robert J, Lindley, 16 verse sonnet DEC 1ST 1973 Note- "" None are as good as they pretend None are brave as they want to be Yet all cry out for happy end Even blinded, as they look to see."" RJL Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 513] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-06-2023 03:20 PM When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies And there was no angel to save him that black-night As wild river turns and floods the new founded town The town throng asked who is wrong and who is right All the hero gave them was a tormented frown The storm smiling idlily, at first hides its face Then it gave forth rampant lightning and heavy blows When all was over we had such a torn up place We knew that old man Satan had played his show. Asking ourselves if the pain is worth the damn price. When we know, a cool apple cider would be nice. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet April 5th 1974 Note Sometimes we know that making the decision is much harder than the actual fight will be. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 514] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-07-2023 02:03 PM Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk Universe spun out of control and died The planets sputtered out and then fell The southern boy liked his chicken fried And preacher's young son rang the old church bell Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry The throng laughed away, nobody cared High sheriff asked, did anybody die Mike gathered rabbits he had snared Janet put on blue gown for that night's ball As her older brother Bill dosed the keg While white mouse in the corner saw it all Kelly in miniskirt showed her legs. Spiked drinks got them all so rolling drunk. Most f'ed up of all was the local monk. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, 1973 "A prom night to remember" Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 515] Author : icansayit Date : 07-07-2023 09:45 PM Title : Had to smile at this one. Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk Universe spun out of control and died The planets sputtered out and then fell The southern boy liked his chicken fried And preacher's young son rang the old church bell Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry The throng laughed away, nobody cared High sheriff asked, did anybody die Mike gathered rabbits he had snared Janet put on blue gown for that night's ball As her older brother Bill dosed the keg While white mouse in the corner saw it all Kelly in miniskirt showed her legs. Spiked drinks got them all so rolling drunk. Most f'ed up of all was the local monk. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, 1973 "A prom night to remember" Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 ROBERT...This reminded me...why I have been DRY for exactly 40 years, this year. My funniest, and happiest drunk took place in New Orleans after we (ships company) attended an LSU football game, and some of the guys in our White Suits were asked to leave...Chasing cheerleaders in "The Big Easy" was kinda frowned upon. We all heard the Announcement..."All military are requested to leave at this time". That wasn't the worst of it. I had my first taste of too much Scotch, and when I got back to the ship. They say...I kicked over a container of Chocolate milk on the Mess Decks. So...My strongest beverage became Coffee. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 516] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-08-2023 07:32 AM ROBERT...This reminded me...why I have been DRY for exactly 40 years, this year. My funniest, and happiest drunk took place in New Orleans after we (ships company) attended an LSU football game, and some of the guys in our White Suits were asked to leave...Chasing cheerleaders in "The Big Easy" was kinda frowned upon. We all heard the Announcement..."All military are requested to leave at this time". That wasn't the worst of it. I had my first taste of too much Scotch, and when I got back to the ship. They say...I kicked over a container of Chocolate milk on the Mess Decks. So...My strongest beverage became Coffee. e You got auck, eh? Wel my first drinking try I got very sick as well. I drank a half pint of Ancient Age whiskey in about ten minutes I was 16 years old. Threw up all my food and was sick all that day and the next day as well. :laugh: That taught me a lesson... :laugh:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 517] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-08-2023 03:34 PM And My Life Is Pretty, O' It Is Just So Fine Lightning struck just as soon as I inked those words Sorta of like a mountaintop fell on my head But who the hell thinks we poets are for the birds We drink loads of wine and do so butter our bread Dawn told me stop being lazy, grab pen to write My old heart was broken and life was a dark hole Now I am not cowardly, was raised to fight I am not like your bad ex-boyfriend that always stole I walk a straight line, my six-guns fire with good aim My spirit asks nothing but happiness and joy Of course, I lost my farm but my horse is to blame I put gold in a thrifty bank but it was a toy! Now being true and straight, I walk a righteous line. And my life is pretty, O' it is just so fine. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet March 11th , 1971 Note- ""And it is right now but it can turn on a dime. As poet my number one job is to pen rhyme. My gal she is so damn pretty and O' so fine. We live our deep loving and on our love we dine."" Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 518] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-08-2023 06:35 PM As The Flickering Stars Smile With Ample Delight What in time's complex breath causes you to ask Tacit monotony's spiral to complain so When consciousness cuts it own wings to better bask In the bright limelight and let the virgin girl go. Harley's ghost sits in my catatonic hallway Waving a banner crying out soon our defeat But we know better, giving up is not our way Across the white, Santa sits to his wafers eat. Whilst that romantic building burns hope sadly dies He with his favorite whip makes the reindeers cry From across surging ocean the albatross flies And little boy blue steals his auntie's apple pie! As the flickering stars smile with ample delight. The voices from Heaven cry out, no more not tonight. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Dec2nd, 1973 OLD NOTE- DELETED NEW NOTE-- She smiled when her love entered her bedroom His handsome face and boyish charm always did win Soon he would be all hers, as her romantic groom And they could each day live their pleasurable sin. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 519] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2023 08:40 AM Let Morning Breeze Its Freedoms Blow Our Way O' my lord, please grant us some joy today Let morning breeze its freedoms blow our way The shining of Sol to brighten dawn's joy That I work, tis good to be in employ That I fear not having sweat from my brow Dearest romance comes for now I know how Allow my princess love me if you please Yes, let us wed and sail the seven seas In faith may we call out your divine name Our love is real, we are playing no game. O' lord, give us this day our daily bread Now we are husband and wife duly wed I pray happiness and joy be our road Romance and joy be our story as told. O' my lord, please grant us some joy today. Let morning breeze its freedom blow our way. Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet Nov. 5th 1973 Note: A prayer in verse POETRY, ITS TRUTH, JOY, HAPPINESS AND PRAYER Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 520] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-13-2023 12:31 PM Death, Drought, Pestilence And Midnight Nightmares The whitewashed sand, little flowered ocean The beaming moon splattered its shadows and light The Gypsie's cried but still gave up their potion And the angry wolves followed next howling at night Rain-colored splashes hit and soaked tree tops The deep dark was split by soft hesitant moon rays Out in the verdant fields, the blue-fairies' dance stop Ahead was mass of monsters hidden held at bay Heraldic stars shown with innocence virginal Hector had died and Achilles was laid to rest Here in the blacken real world life was terminal Both Mark Twain, the gambler, held their cards to their chests. Infinite shadows wait in the dark underground. We yet waiting for ours, dared not a single sound. Robert J. Lindley, Dark sonnet Sept 3rd, 1972 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 521] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-13-2023 03:16 PM Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge Across the highest mountain on a horse he road His grandpappy a wild man swung a heavy sledge Many are the glowing legends on him were told His heart was big and as pure as the finest gold And he had a brilliant mind swift as blowing wind The whole town, the entire county on him was sold Even the meanest of animals was his best friend. Yes, true to character they all on him were sold Now from a baby he was a he-man full growed And yes, a good country boy he was fairly grown Old story, a good man, best I have ever known. Now lies in small town cemetery, my loving dad. Now when I go visit, tears fall, it makes me sad. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet March 24th, 1970, age 16 Note. I was quite young when I wrote this poem. I was barely sixteen. Did not know much about the world but I knew my dad was a very honest, hard working, tough man. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 522] Author : icansayit Date : 07-13-2023 05:56 PM Title : Robert... Endless, amazing talent you have had for so long. Too bad, many more seem not to appreciate all of the beauty around us all...in so many different ways. I know I shouldn't Envy anyone. But I do for your expertise with Words. Looks like I am the only one who follows you. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 523] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-15-2023 03:46 PM Endless, amazing talent you have had for so long. Too bad, many more seem not to appreciate all of the beauty around us all...in so many different ways. I know I shouldn't Envy anyone. But I do for your expertise with Words. Looks like I am the only one who follows you. Thank you, my friend. I was blessed with the ability to write. I wrote a lot of short stories maybe about 50 when in my late teens and early twenties. They were burned with my poems long ago. Tell you the truth I never gave much thought to my writings back then. Only later in life when several knowledgeable people told me my poems were very good did I start to take it more seriously. Now it is just a part of me and my vivid imagination. God bless. =Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 524] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-15-2023 03:47 PM For Folly Was When Adam And Eve Ate Drowning the naked landscape in a fog Far away bursting city in its smog Along the beach sea-salt floats right on in They, bustling crowd, treading footprints of men Of the coming storm we dare shut the door Raging sea-winds batter innocent shore With the angry weather the mind goes blank Noisy bars carefree puke up what they drank Whilst the far-off Greek Gods watch with sweet glee Storm knocks down buildings and up-roots giant trees The usual do-nothing crowd parties inside Enjoying the change while full of their pride. Humans cannot stop the weather at all Failure was insured with Icarus' fall For folly was when Adam and Eve ate And now we all must face the H ands of Fate. Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet. June 17th 1972 Note: I was barely 18 years old when I composed this poem. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 525] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-15-2023 07:35 PM Lousy Crocodile Tears Just Let Them Fall I wrote you and you answered me not I sent you all my love, and all I got Your beauty fantastic but ears are not Went to a bar and got drunk as a sot Dawn marched in, my mind cleared right up I then drank my coffee from golden cup No, I did not forget your pretty face My dear, your character is a disgrace Selfish is certainly your middle name My dear love and romance is not a game Pure truth and light is in its vital core Truth is, I do not love you anymore Lousy crocodile tears just let them fall I am happy now dancing down the hall This is my last note, so please cry some more Man am I, but sorry you are a who** Robert J. Lindley. 16 verse sonnet NOV. 11TH 1971 , written at age 17.. Note. Adios, please do not write me or call We are done, you cheated and that is all. Note: Stop calling my mother, she has no way to make me see you anymore. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 526] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-17-2023 09:36 AM In Your Brilliant Light, I Say This Solemn Prayer O' lord help me fight these dark, troublesome midnight blues these blacken currents that trouble my grieving heart I want to be right and walk in a good man's shoes Truly destroy, break evil completely apart. O' lord give me support, the courage to fight well may fight with my all, with my truest, faithful might Send this wicked scourge back into unholy hell open the way to bring in truth and Holy light. O' lord I thank you for the strength to fight this war may heart give me power to enemy defeat I ask you my lord, be with me to cross that bar Destroy this black wickedness, those that steal and cheat. I pray you my lord, sees my willingness to serve. I have the truth and in your light, the faithful nerve. Robert J. Lindley, sonnet Jan 10th, 1972, New Note; I wrote this for a contest in the newspaper but never sent it in. I was age 18 and doing a lot of composing back then. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 527] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-18-2023 09:13 AM We For A Moment No Longer Contemplate Death Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath In Nature I yearn a cool breeze and quiet hour We for a moment no longer contemplate death And beloved Spring dares to gift us a shower. Let's pray for a calm life, love and leisurely sit As the green grasses lounge in silent fortitude That the dark of earth raises not its hand to hit And we may with Lord's grace see dawn's best attitude. And a true soft silence that the eager heart begs For truth, only motion is the breathing of time And nothing disturbs broken boughs on magic pegs Or human spirit as it enjoys Nature's clime. Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath. We for a moment no longer contemplate death. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet April 26, 1972 Note: Life is a rapid stream cutting through rough edge stone. And man lives far too often by his skin and bones. Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 528] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-19-2023 09:32 AM Salvation Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door. Heart mourning under the cold starry night O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight The aching years, before the sun burnt old Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing They walk about as if skating on ice Yet we living still pray for the knowing Between evil blackness and being nice The spinning night sky, stars hang by long threads They give off unreasonable, gallant light We soothe our vanities by silken beds And massage guilt by less than holy sight. Dare we this, tell our brothers the true score. Salvation rests behind true faith's gold door. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Nov. 1 1973 Note: This poem was composed from a very vivid dream that I had last night. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 529] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-20-2023 01:50 PM When The Old Poet Slept Great Dreams Entered To Astound Bluebird flying with fierce anger against golden red sun Red flames burning themselves out in a dying ancient oak tree We watch with amazement as green grass turns a pale yellow The clenched eye sees love waiting for its treasured gold Golden fields of low whispering wheat inch an earthworm fleeing Evil wakes to hear mockingbird sing its beautiful song In the mesmerizing distance the purple mountain stares Down below old man river swishing with its curves and banks Farther east, coast sings a very pretty little melody The blacken and restless world presents its first chromatic yawn As two white doves rest under a large old mulberry tree Within the shadows youth stares at ungodly beasts emerging Fear rears its insidious and vastly dangerous red head And hope walks ten thousand miles to meet its vilest enemy Questions await eternity, will war see victory darkness Or light from God's Heaven defeat its arch enemy again The old poet woke, at his feet lay blank paper and pen Dare he compose truth to insane vagaries of bought out men? Robert J. Lindley, no rhyme method used, no pattern, just free thought. Date May 1st 1974 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 530] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-20-2023 03:30 PM When Dearest Love Comes Cupid Did Not Miss Knowledge demanded much more Did not intuition tell Life was it, a larger score The other, a trip to hell. Did not memory remind Kind was on the honor list His heart also was not blind But his anger drew a fist. But memory gave advice Hope tells us to be so kind I love her, he said it thrice At nineteen he knew his mind. She had yet to say a word Her heart loved his wild ways He sang like a morning bird His railroad job truly pays. Waiting, waiting, would he ask Her hand she wanted to give Was her honey up to task For marriage and both to live. July morn came with its heat He came to breakfast that morn He was handsome and so neat Not like others she so scorns. Asked her to step outside And her nerves were so frayed Her jitters she could not hide But for those words she prayed. First, he said to her let me Say your beauty does so shine Our lives I want it to be I am yours and you are mine. Week later they were thus wed To live happy together All the town-folks truly said They win despite this weather. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, Feb. 21st , 1972 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 531] Author : AHZ Date : 07-20-2023 03:32 PM When The Old Poet Slept Great Dreams Entered To Astound Bluebird flying with fierce anger against golden red sun Red flames burning themselves out in a dying ancient oak tree We watch with amazement as green grass turns a pale yellow The clenched eye sees love waiting for its treasured gold Golden fields of low whispering wheat inch an earthworm fleeing Evil wakes to hear mockingbird sing its beautiful song In the mesmerizing distance the purple mountain stares Down below old man river swishing with its curves and banks Farther east, coast sings a very pretty little melody The blacken and restless world presents its first chromatic yawn As two white doves rest under a large old mulberry tree Within the shadows youth stares at ungodly beasts emerging Fear rears its insidious and vastly dangerous red head And hope walks ten thousand miles to meet its vilest enemy Questions await eternity, will war see victory darkness Or light from God's Heaven defeat its arch enemy again The old poet woke, at his feet lay blank paper and pen Dare he compose truth to insane vagaries of bought out men? Robert J. Lindley, no rhyme method used, no pattern, just free thought. Date May 1st 1974 you must be robert j. lindley. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 532] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-20-2023 04:10 PM you must be robert j. lindley. Yep, I checked my I.D. It says that name and I will never deny it. --;)--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 533] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-06-2023 10:03 AM Than The Grand Illusions Of Those Paradise Shores I that dares the purple sunlight to ease my soul splinter and enter this old, discontented heart all the mistakes, little sins that takes heavy toll worrisome the most was the quite unsteady start the shy lad that saw the great frosting on the pane the midnight calls and the mornings promised truth the eerie screams, wondering am I really sane ah but, so goes the hard mysteries of wild youth did great Achilles disapprove of how he died the unusual poison sent into his heel was true that some Greek warriors actually cried and the gods laid on his fleshly grave a gold seal O' truth does thy great powers always give us more. Than the grand illusions of those paradise shores? Robert J. Lindley - Sonnet composed on my 21st birthday March 5th, 1975 Note- I had completely forgotten this poem other than a very vague memory that I wrote one back then. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 534] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-06-2023 03:47 PM The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod? Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save! Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores. There is no dark that can easily take my life. Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife. Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet Jul 1 27th, 1977 Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old. Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 535] Author : icansayit Date : 08-06-2023 05:12 PM Title : Good reminder Robert...well said. The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod? Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save! Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores. There is no dark that can easily take my life. Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife. Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet Jul 1 27th, 1977 Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old. Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years. At 76, it's a wonder I'm still around to bug so many, so often. 2 Heart attacks, 2 times EMT's brought me back in an ambulance, Cancer-10 years and counting clear. 2 times while in uniform. A navy corpsman saved my life during what had been a Fire Drill. 1 while on the ship's whaleboat...during a Man overboard Drill at sea. While they were bringing us back aboard the ship in the boat... The forward cable snapped, and dumped us (5 of us) into the Mediteranian. Also...during the 70's, as a Firefighter. Fell backward on to a roof next to fire building. Pulled two muscles around my left knee. NEXT STOP....Told my wife. Just make sure I have socks on. I hate Cold Feet.:cool: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 536] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2023 08:25 AM At 76, it's a wonder I'm still around to bug so many, so often. 2 Heart attacks, 2 times EMT's brought me back in an ambulance, Cancer-10 years and counting clear. 2 times while in uniform. A navy corpsman saved my life during what had been a Fire Drill. 1 while on the ship's whaleboat...during a Man overboard Drill at sea. While they were bringing us back aboard the ship in the boat... The forward cable snapped, and dumped us (5 of us) into the Mediteranian. Also...during the 70's, as a Firefighter. Fell backward on to a roof next to fire building. Pulled two muscles around my left knee. NEXT STOP....Told my wife. Just make sure I have socks on. I hate Cold Feet.:cool: My good friend, God keeps you around for a reason. Your long military career gave you knowledge we do not have! And you impart your wisdom because you have faith, God bless. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 537] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2023 09:15 AM Hold Firm Your Immovable Sacred Heart Your sword that badly broken thrown away night winds blowing another world apart seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray but what of my loving heart that gave your start has this terrible world defeated us did the black river decide to flow west pure gold or did the dying man just cus as those spitting words cursed you the best. Hold firm your immovable sacred heart that pierces very deep my troubled soul in the Heavens, across Poseidon's chart red roses strewn celebrating your goal. Your sword that badly broken thrown away. Seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray. Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet July11th 1978 EDIT- age 24, getting more serious.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 538] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-07-2023 05:29 PM Yes, While Evil Spreads Its Long Greedy Hands In this world wherein poets dare to live A crazy place where evil flourishes O' but tis it not true rich barely give Honey and manna that so nourishes Yet the greedy ones take all they can get They screaming loud we must have more and more You poor go to the back, shut up and sit We are busy stealing our biggest score Poet sees this and elaborates About wickedness, unsatisfied greed With poetic words what pure truth so states Of the plight of the hungry so in need. Yes, while evil spreads its long greedy hands. Downtrodden organize to take their stand. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet May 14th, 1979 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 539] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-08-2023 07:04 PM You Wake Up To Find Out Black And White Are The Same He said, yes, fear Fate when curves destroy the straight line When the circle turns into a huge blacken square And malignant rocks are the food on which you dine And your saddest night's memories are what you share Life spins out its tangles to catch cowardly fools And dawn dances on the sweet memories you hold Your build your comfort house on sand, with rusty tools Loss catches you because on folly you are sold Rumor and lies fly in to create a false truth Your few friends believe you to be stark raving mad You try and try to salvage your sad failing youth Nobody believes your because tall tales are bad. Life seems to be wrong and a most vicious game. You wake up to find out black and white are the same. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Nov. 5th 1975 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 540] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-14-2023 06:11 PM Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions As if hot flaming rays across the window sill She woke me, I was brainstorming some implosions Laughed together, love was in the pinkest pill But day cried out, I am now tantalizing you Your hearts are combining but my golden rays shift Radiant glazes that give you more than your due I work with love, in tandem we paint in to uplift At the beach morning sun again touched our souls As the ocean's strong waves washed our lazy feet We marveled, life astoundingly joined our goals And it must have been Heaven's lovely will we meet. That day, in the afternoon we vowed to wed. That glorious night, we slept in a silken bed. Robert J. Lindley, August 24th, 1974 Sonnet -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 541] Author : icansayit Date : 08-14-2023 06:15 PM Title : Robert... Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions As if hot flaming rays across the window sill She woke me, I was brainstorming some implosions Laughed together, love was in the pinkest pill But day cried out, I am now tantalizing you Your hearts are combining but my golden rays shift Radiant glazes that give you more than your due I work with love, in tandem we paint in to uplift At the beach morning sun again touched our souls As the ocean's strong waves washed our lazy feet We marveled, life astoundingly joined our goals And it must have been Heaven's lovely will we meet. That day, in the afternoon we vowed to wed. That glorious night, we slept in a silken bed. Robert J. Lindley, August 24th, 1974 Sonnet Never let those feelings fade away. Your Poetry fills your heart forever. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 542] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-14-2023 06:19 PM Never let those feelings fade away. Your Poetry fills your heart forever. Thank you, my good friend. Poetry to me has been a true godsend. I can vent out my emotions in words and hopefully reading those words may in some way help others. God bless -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 543] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-20-2023 10:55 AM For You My Love Through Hell I'd Gladly March When mother earth into blue sky enfolds And the oceans dance to a lively tune The tiny, tiny mouse grows ever bold Lion growls angrily at the weeping moon Life spins its mysteries and Hope returns Nights tender touch gives a sweet splash, fresh kiss Midnight clock awaits love's fantastic burn Such romance this begging heart does not miss. When mother earth eats a ravishing sky And you my love, find me here waiting Heart wanting your luscious lips is the why In your rose garden we began dating. We first kissed under your garden's arch For you my sweet love through Hell I'd march! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Nov.9th, 1974 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 544] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-11-2023 11:03 AM And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive She that loved him took care of his earthly needs Now hides in darken forest, just barely alive And would hope to her ever really come As she prayed for dear life and needed relief She found that two parts does not always find its sum In her wounded heart was nothing but deeper grief Her precious lover had gone away oversea Alone on dreaded nights, his tender voice she heard And his tall, handsome ghost at night, she could still see In dark, she tried desperately to hug those words. And throughout vast purple range, visions cascade down. And Fate her young life took with a dark, vicious frown. Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2023 Sonnet, dark Note a friend asked me to write a quick sonnet. Isaid ok, I can write a ten to fifteen minute sonnet, and it will be good. So I summoned up my muse and she laughed. She, bet you ten bucks you cannot do it in ten minutes. I did, so this is it with no edits. Truly I did not think I could do it but she gave me first 4 verses in about ten seconds,. After that it was me and my old tired brain splashing out ink. In my youth I once wrote that fast all the time but old age has caught up with me now -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Downloaded from Debate Policy - Political Message Board (http://www.debatepolicy.com) at 03-29-2024 01:01 AM.