Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Truth, Evil Exists And Not All Men Pray

Ah yes, sad that hell never froze over,
all is not Nature's beauty and clover.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, we cry our faults are not so bad
and bad ones always dwell in other lads.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, sins we try to bury with lies,
or try to wash away with our false cries.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, glowing dawns come and then they go
and we walk in blindness, saying we know.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, this rightly condemns you and I,
as just rewards come in the by and by.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, night gives not the cover we think
and our lives can fly away in a blink.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, sad truth- no man is an island,
tho' we each one have been marked with a brand.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Ah yes, we will face the music tis' true
and no foolish lies will serve me or you.
We fallen creatures, yes we have our way
truth, evil exists and not all men pray.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Notes--

Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2018
(Rhyme, Repetition and Truth)
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 320
Total # Words: 268

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Therein Abound Orchards Gifting Hot Love-Bound Feasts

Exists a realm, far distant through imagination pass
where ghost-winds push over colorful cavernous morass
down into hauntingly beautiful valleys well below
bringing along sweet lovers night-dreams well in tow.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Heard is most magnificent music mind's eye can create
sunset hues bring deep joys far too often denied by Fate
and in that moment all remaining sorrows cast adrift
on oceans that hide away, to forever shift.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Nights beckoning moon summons up, love cherished memories
devoid of life's many woeful heart aching miseries
as heavenly skies sing out and parade wondrous new scenes
one can transform from any age back to their teens.
Therein abound orchards gifting hot love-bound feasts
harvested daily by the most beautiful tame beasts.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-5-2018
Rhyme, ( Love's Imagination and its Romance)

Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 12 12 12 0 14 14 14 12 12 12 0 14 14 14 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 234
Total # Words: 148

Note- This is harvested from a poem I wrote back in 1974. I decided today to use it as a foundation and do heavy editing to create a better presentation.
Hope yo may find this romantic poem a pleasant read and perhaps even spark dear sweet memories for you too.

[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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series

(1.)

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand

As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down
turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread
in my sorrows, love and future dreams soon did drown.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Days before she had wrote sweet words to hurry to her aid
her perfumed letter, its scent sent me into passion's glow
within that waking dream, I knew we both had it made
little did I know, her sweet caring letter was just for show.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

At her place, I was met by two heavily armed men
each a dagger and a sword hanging from their belt
from their hateful looks, I knew they wanted my skin
and in that thought, I now knew how she must have felt.

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Rushing across the meadow to our favorite oak tree
I turn to fight my attackers, thinking her life to save
next I saw her racing to us, she racing to be with me
she got there, she ordered both men to rush to kill me!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Then she cursed me for having left her there alone
a dagger she puled from her long black cloak
with pure hate in her eyes, her heart turned to stone
she screamed, when you left my heart you broke!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

The fight ended with both my attackers down and dead
filled with joy as neither had even gave me a scratch
I never even saw her as she stabbed back of my head
I chose her for her fire, thinking O' what a great catch!

Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand
About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale: With Love Destroyed, Betrayal Too Late Seen )
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series

(2.)

Yet Something In The Breeze Tried To Wake Me To See

Something about the moon was dark and spine chilling
the night was hot and her beauty had me love feeling
our tryst was steamy and her passionate favors to die for
I knew not, she was a temptress for Hades dark shores!

Her singing had set both my heart and my soul afire
of being with her, I just knew I would never ever tire
yet something in the breeze tried to wake me to see
this evil vixen wanted something most precious to me!

Waking just before dawn, as light revealed her face
I saw truth and it was my soul she wanted to replace
then her eyes opened and her sardonic smile came
she saying, you are now the prey caught in my game!

I rose to run away but her claws dug into my legs
her hideous scream came, kind that makes one beg
ripping loose, I made my way to the meadow field
swearing never again to my dark lusts ever yield!

Falling from my bed, I laugh at what a bad dream
thinking that nightmare, so very real it had seemed
then I looked down and saw blood dripping its red
I felt the gash and knew I was a ghost already dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Was it All Truly Just A Dream)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series


(3.)

There's More To The Old Forest Than Its Ancient Trees

As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees
there's more to the old forest than its ancient trees
mystery in places, savagery in its nights
more than just imagination, it hides from sight!

Yet such does not negate its most beautiful gifts
its Autumn colors, songbirds notes that so uplifts
bounty of its harvests, peace it oft can instill
calm that one can may find, treasures that oft so thrill.

Tho' darkness lurks there deep and hides its evil ways
one can visit its truth, find self most any day
walk along its well worn trails and about life muse
all of its many wonders, in this dark world use!

As the years are pealed back, this old heart now truth sees.
There's more to the old forest than its ancient trees.

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 18-2019
Sonnet, ( Amazing That This Dark World, Has Such Beauty In Its Forests)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, in poet dedication series

(4.)

From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything

Creeping thick fog has dimmed my view of morn's resplendent lake
so dreary is life's sorrows, more than this sad soul can take
yet tomorrow promises mysteries that leap from the dark
tho' my life's worries have wrinkled my skin like Sycamore bark.

Night shall come, with its agonies crying to be unbound
as its bellowing howls screech out, horrendous gasping sounds
very soon midnight moon will swallow up my despondent soul
spitting it out as fragmented black-stained pieces of the whole!

God forbid! That from this nightmare I never dare to wake
to that of Life, dear sweet Love, I never again partake
and from morbid sunken state, my heart crumble and be no more
fallen into heaps of crushed bones, spilled blood and ghastly gore!

Woe! The epic pains such broken-heart images dare'st tonight bring
From weeping tears, no longer shall joy find in heart anything.

Robert J. Lindley, 2- 12-2019
Sonnet, ( The Sad Depths Of Sorrow's Deep Epic Pains)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poets dedication series..

Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 14 14 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 204
Total # Words: 148

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish

Fear what more, love lost or imminent death
life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath.
Hold this thought, that life exists to live on
and it has no more worth, once we are gone!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.

Love not life too much, for joy holds no scales
night invades the day, sunshine's gold thus pales.
Measurable moments, mere gasps at large
Fate holds its powers boldly while in charge!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.

Cry not for wants, yet beg for blessings true
nothing is better than, kindness in you
Walk with humble steps, as world spins about
no one alive, is going to get out!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.

Wrestle your dreams, the ones you most cherish
if allowed they run away to perish.
Mold your chains, to keep them held true and fast
they hold keys to loving that truly last!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2019
Rhyme, ( Why Ones Dreams Should Be Held Captive )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019