Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.

Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open
never deceived into being another blinded token.

Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )

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Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 156

Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune

Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway,
Live life well now, without delay;
Enjoy the beach and its cool nights
Walk under moon's soft beaming lights.
Remember sorrow comes with grey,
Relief shall come if one but prays:
Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune,
Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune.

Hold thee deep, virtues that are good,
Rarely say, if only I could;
Be given more, my days are hard
Life now deals me very bad cards.
Send me more, I deserve it all:
I bow and answer thy hard call,
Reward me for my greater work,
For my duty I never shirk.

Tis' best to in a humble way,
Sacrifice more, asking no pay;
Enjoy hard tasks, thee are blessed,
With those unseen hands that caressed,
Faithful Hearts and Souls from the start,
Joined in truth that which never parts.
Embrace the favors in Truth's Light,
Fear not demons of darkest night.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Breathing, Soft Heaving Bosom Swells

Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.

Breathing, soft heaving bosom swells
O' pleasures, past glorious bells
And Fated bounty was given
For then Love was in the liven
First kiss, gold coins in wishing wells
Sexual thoughts one never tells.

Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth, romance and past treasures once found)

Syllables Per Line: 6 6 6 6 6 6 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 6 6 6 6 6 6
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 82

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Muse said, write and today make it happy and glad
for those dark storming skies have fled far out to sea
think of the wonders, the past lovers you've had
pen poetic words that renews soul, sets one free.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The poem presented below is my entry in SilentOne's , Response to If' contest. The title If refers to Rudyard Kipling's worlds famous poem titled If.
Presented just below my entry. I make no pretense that my poem even starts to approach the brilliance and world famous class of Kipling's fantastic verses. I simply wrote to the best of my ability and what his awesome and world famous creation inspired me to compose.--Tyr


IF

If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:

If your, family, its love is your rock
Your spirit dances with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you see courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:

If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If your heart's sincere love you not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!

If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!

10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Contest now judged, this poem was awarded first place.--Tyr