Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate

I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
Final words, I utter before I make this leap
you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!

R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Oceans Of Passion's Might

I that loved, true, hard and so deep
in world that powers sadly shoved,
pains to keep,
found romantic wealth, heart's dear song,
joy that leaps.

Within oceans of passion's might
strolling along as Nature's glow,
gem laid sights,
as beauty, its great music plays,
cresting lights.

Love's depths, exalted nights of bliss
of sun's golden rays, skies soft blue
truth be this,
her most beautiful face giving,
lips to kiss.

I that loved you so, with my all.
Your love, forever I recall.

Robert J. Lindley, Feb. 10th, 1995
Romanticism/Rhyme,
( Heart And Soul Once Found, With Love's Depths )


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Old Note: 2-10-1995
Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery and earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust....

New Note: 8-07-2020

Man that lives oft as a brief 'wisp of wind'
rising from savagery, earthen dust,
ever wondering what future portends
exudes darkness in each and every gust.
Born with promise, a tender heart to give
life, love, kindness, seeds of revealing light
conscious of standing, as one may live
between dawn's glory and shadows of night...

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born
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Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)...

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Note:
After having regained a bit of my former self.
I wrote three dark poems- while in my melancholy state.
I will maybe post those at a later date.
Decided to post this positive, uplifting and image-
filled poem as my comeback presentation. And decided
to work with a different form. A combo idea I have had
for a long time but never got around to experimenting
with it. So please understand this is my very first
effort with it -my "virgin foray" into it so to speak.
I hope you may enjoy it and get something positive
and uplifting from its message, imagery and hope born
within. God bless...

Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born.
part one of three

Downward ...
Soft specks falling,
Like echoes frozen white
Whispers sent from December skies
Downward.

(The Ancient Tree )..
Thereinto awe its magnificent trunk
sinking its teeth into soft virgin ground
earth paying no heed as each deeper sunk
as to its firm teether, the tree was bound.

Above grown reaching for bright sky and sun
umbrella limbs hanging massive and long
biggest was giant arms weighing a ton
handy stages for songbirds and sweeter song.

Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves
as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro
beauty that stirs mankind to God believe
divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.

Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming
With beauty sublime and clear brooks streaming.

Winter ...
Ground creamy white,
Trees, moaning pallid skies
Children thanking Christmas break and
Winter.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)...


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[LongTermGuy]

"Morning sun's rays glistening eager leaves

as the dancing breeze moved them too and fro

beauty that stirs mankind to God believe

....divine hands painted Nature's sweeping show.

Ancient tree in hidden forest gleaming"

Nice Tyr....Very nice.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem Doubles

The Gift, The Girl, The Sweetest Love

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

In our loving-born vows, treasures sent from our bliss
" Life as sweet as each golden-honey dripping kiss,"
Triumphant over past agonies as truth heals
Wounds of youth and that which Fate far too often steals;
Glory was found on paths that we as lovers trod
With your lips glowing as red as rose-covered sod,
Morn's new chimes, waking to your warm body embrace
Heart recalling your ravishing beautiful face.

In our love paradise, a bit of heaven sings
"Within gasping echoes born as soft luted springs,"
As Nicean melodies carried by heart's true dance
From dawn-like sweeping dreams of sensual romance;
A symphony, majestic in June's grand parade
Sailing upon angel wings, an opera played,
Ecstasies of nights, fervor cast from melded souls
Much as winds through flowering meadows softly roll.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 12 syllable verses

The Greatest Art, The Pen, The Love

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was gifted by great poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
as harvesters of thoughts true and sublime
dedicated words to give throughout time.

I sought to bow to and follow their path
besiege this dark world battle its dark wrath
wake to dawn's soft-breath, its radiant glows,
stand firm against raging storms darkness blows;
affirm a man's right not fear dread of night
nor cower at evil's hideous sight
instead, speak and act with truth in accord
and with stalwart courage fight devil's horde.

I that fell in love with the poet's brush
felt but a small bit of Heaven's sweet touch,
absorbed a measure of serenity,
found a welcomed glimpse at eternity;
such as was bequeathed us, by poets of old
masters inking their verse sweet, strong, and bold
those that gave of such tender hearts and souls
gifting to fill life's immense golden bowls.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-26- 2020
Rhyme, 10 syllable verses

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Arrogance This World We Think We Made

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

Mother Nature casts a condemning eye
Soon fall splashing tears from a wailing sky
The bird changes into a human form
Life declares- yes this is another norm.

O' but mortals such can never believe
We live in a world born to deceive
Here fantasy is a fool's great parade
In arrogance this world we think we made.

Dark wings fell from the snowy mountain ledge
Down the hill into the porcupine hedge
Lying there whimpering in last flutter
Like morning's burnt toast absent its butter.

O' but the red jam is so truly sweet
The high mountain glows with its icy sheet
There the last ghost bird stands without its wings
Morn's breath dances forth and so proudly sings.

R.J. Lindley, Nov. 15th, 1977
Rhyme, ( Through the dark, a dim look taken )

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts,
Sight of flowering meadows, hill and dale,
Blessings of her gentle touch without fail,
As sky and sun announce the coming day
We together in Nature's beauty play.

Dare our hearts this soothing visage deny, -
As its colorful hues sets spirit's cry,
Entranced by passion's whispering breeze
Upon love's journey we trod with great ease.
I a former victim of loss love's wrath,
She a sweet angel sent to cross my path,
Bow we both to what treasure Heaven sent
And pray to God this love never relents.

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna* glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts.

And on love's path may we forever trod.
While hand in hand, truly blessed by God.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2021
Romanticism,
Dedicated to poetry's romanticism
and the enticing beauty that
women gift unto this too oft drab world.


1st. Note:

*Verna - Wiktionaryen.wiktionary.org › wiki › Verna
Coined in the 19th century, from Latin vernus (“spring-like”) or as a feminine of Vernon. Proper nounEdit. Verna. A female given name from Latin quotations ?.

2nd. Note:
I watched it snow today, we have now about 5 inches of white
cream splashed upon the ground. Looking out the window I
thought of my youth and to my mind came a snow angel.
And the truth, the beauty of life , love and womankind
sudden the first four verses came in a flash and I snatched
a pen to jot it down. That pen had a will a heart of its own
and within minutes this came to be. I reread it -made one
small change. I changed the word "sight" to the word "joy"
As in, - "joy of morning dew", in the first verse..

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, completed 11-06-2020.

Note:
My son suggested that I write more, that I compose the aftermath after the fallen god fled. And bring it all into the present day - with the earth -this world, and its continued slide into destruction, darkness, and apathy. That is not a bad idea and surprised me that a 13-year-old kid saw that possibility. I gave
him no answer because my life now is in such a state as I am unsure if I have the time and the needed ability/inspiration to tackle such a project. I am sad that with his keen mind he has chosen not
to write poetry. Instead of spending his free time playing video games.

Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part Two

(III.)

Alas! Cold silence, the depths of darkening wrath
Came to invade the fallen god's newborn nightmare
Waking to find agony and his earthen path
Twas his penalty for flouting Fate without care
Standing upon mountains created by his words
The vanquished God in disgust looked at earth's sad plight
Its wickedness, the apathy of its vast herds
As he saw, "only savage darkness comes from might"!
In newfound revelation, deep regret set in
Time laughed at his great folly and his sad dismay
He now saw his mistake giving power to men
Gifting Fate its method to increase its decay
Blinded to his ever-faithful enemy Time
Its unification with Fate, invincible
Alas! Was his epic blindness his greatest crime
From the Hidden had then burst the invisible!
Wisdom and sight had arrived but both were too late
All were mysterious acts of the great Unknown
He had never thought Time would find its true soulmate
With Fate unite to infect earth, all he had grown
As years of isolation sapped his god-powers
And far greater man's belligerence contempt grew
Upon earth, mankind built its dark massive towers
With ever greater wrecking its treasures accrue!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.

(IV.)

Looking back the fallen god finally shed tears
Not for his coming demise but for what was lost
How the universe now suddenly switched its gears
And in its wake, the olden gods had paid the costs
In crying loneliness, he saw earth's newest scenes
How these mortals his paradise sought to destroy
As they with pride strut around with a peacock's preen
And dare to slash his garden as if a mere toy!
That night the old god sought out the deepest abyss
Determined to flee, to never look back at all
In dying sorrows, swearing man to never miss
Cursing fervently mankind, its arrogant gall
As morn's bright sun its radiant rays cast anew
The last fallen god imagined a place of dark
For Time and Fate had both given their sweet adieu
Sealing that trek upon which he must now embark!
Earth was teeming, dark days basking in man's decrees
Paying no heed to the last fallen god's leaving
Mankind was too busy poisoning earth, and seas
To stop its lustful greed to ever start grieving
O the horror as the fallen god did look back
To find that the mortals were warring yet again
With its cuts, slashing, ripping, and great deceiving
Splash what was beautiful with its hideous stains!

Time remains invincible, its powers supreme.
Combined with Fate as an unconquerable team.


Robert J. Lindley, Part One
6-17-2019, 9-09-2019,10-31-2020.
(In Tribute to Keats, Shelley, and Byron,
finally, first half completed)
This is Part Two, poem is now completed 11-06-2020.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drink, Drink Of Pen, Paper And Poet's Ink

Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink, in heart and soul let wonder spill
As snow-white mountain looks at lowly hills
As radiant sun shines from the far east
Life and love- romance a bountiful feast
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink , drink, see the mind, a new poet born
As earth flows with the gleanings of soft morn
And world spins into the coming parade
Poet warrior sharpens his trusty blade
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink, let eager spirit dare to flee
As inner thoughts splash in bright rainbow seas
And the painter inks a great masterpiece
Verses birthed that bring needed release
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words and vivid colors- across the page
Verses of vivid stripes, every gage.

R.J. Lindley, June 16th, 1979
Rhyme, ( As midnight verses are born, a release )

Note:
When heart and pen call the soul to obey
When spirit steps up to enter the fray
Poet must decide if verse-fruit is sweet
Poetry exists with no way to cheat
Oft times it glitters as a golden fleece
And nirvana - comes a peaceful release.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent

poem , "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"

(1.) Poem One

Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand

The air, its surging breath sings

into the soul of a willing fan

one that leaves baggage far behind,

an emboldened adventurer



Such that looks for rarity

for the invisible truth

a soft kiss within a whisper

a song that invades heart, soul and mind



Becomes a diviner, an escape artist,

calm wading ebony seas of despair

jealous of only Time

envious of only beauty

fearful of enormity of mortal blindness



What curses may the shadows then utter

the pains of life and a dark pit

nay, such does not faze

the hardy, the faithful, the true seeker



Alas! So recites the ailing poet

lost amidst memories long fled

begging the stars to shine again

the heavens to gift

Love, deep love , sweet love

and the divine tastes of her love



Dare the Gods such deny

risking vanity and hateful mortal wrath

inked curses and paper cuts to hardened hearts

not so, for the seeker - lives to seek

to touch her lips

to into bliss fairly fall



And should such treasure be gained

die as a humble servant to fate

without regret.

without of arrows malice,

shot at invisible beasts

under a dying moon and a wicked host



Fanciful the imagination and poet's heart

mixing of dreams and elusive elements

self-aggrandizing, a warrior

combating invisible foes

stabbed by those eyeless ghosts

crying into wounded nights and fading lights



Aye, this and more- the seeker finds

never the eternity of lost love

the infinity of peace and joy

the heart of her

the touch of her

the depths of love only she gifts



And at last, the poet begs Aphrodite

to this life extinguish

for without love

without warmth

without her return

the universes exists not…

dying embers in finality embrace the cold

yielding in sorrows to the darkness, to its empty cries…



Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2021

Romanticism

( Inspiration found, a memory revisited, a truth accepted )

Poem number one-- my new blog

(2.)

Sight Of Gazing At Those Gleaming-Bright Newborn Rainbow Hues


Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose

Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose

Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek

Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks

Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!



Sight of gazing at those gleaming-bright newborn rainbow hues

Splendor and immense bounty of flowing skies, shining blues

Man's vanity that invades to set us on darken paths

Woes and sorrows, birthed by Fate's accursed wraths

Man's science, ingenuity, greed and love affair with math.



Humanity- earth's wonders its bounties of teeming throngs

The Arts- beauty of poetry, literature and majestic songs

Life, oft a cup gathered into warm welcoming hands

Honor, duty, the task of taking hard defiant stands

The unpredictability of Time's falling sands.



Yet dare we forget that life demands truth and sincere love

For the rose may prick if plucked without the needed gloves

In youth, those honey-eyed dreams of hot romantic nights

Lovely maiden gifting her jewels her sexual delights

That which a brief moment may overcome world's darkest blights.



Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose

Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose

Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek

Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks

Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!


Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021

Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )

From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"

(3.)

Dare We Wake To Wade In Life's Luscious New Streams


As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams

Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams

Shall we welcome with ardor of lover and friend

With truth and hope forgive those that only pretend

For what is life, if we but such grace dare refuse

Man was given the honor to in life so choose.



Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.

As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.



Can our dreams this dark raging world evil subside

Conquer its demons, its wicked devilish pride

Set a new course in which hope and love may flourish

Seed romanticism that our spirits so nourish

Bring on faith, that our crying souls should so cherish.



Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.

As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.



As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams.

Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams.



Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2021

Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )

From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Quote- Henri Barbusse

""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind serve to intensify themselves in one way or another. We intensify ourselves with new impressions, new sensations, new ideas. We endeavour to take what we do not have and to add it to ourselves. Humanity is the desire for novelty founded upon the fear of death. That is what it is.""

*****

Dying A Little With Each And Every Breath

Within depths of human life, a radiant flame
Born from a spark, an unfathomable clear beat
Although world teaches that life is but a sad game
One that accepts the victories of those that cheat!

Lies refuted by radiance of divine light
As clear as tides caressing shores from waltzing seas
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright
For from the love and truth far too often he flees!

Alas! World accelerates the dark within mankind
Seeded from birth, darkness unto each coming death
Lost soul, forbidding light to enter heart and mind
Dying a little with each and every breath!

Lies refuted by radiance of divine light.
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet,
( From The Depths, A Truth And A Sight That Time Hath Wrought )


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