Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Baby's Eyes Shine

Baby's sweet sky glows glitteringly blue.
Beautiful mirrors reflect in her eyes!
Such grace trumps any rainbow that may shine.

That newly born smile casts a rainbow shine,
reflection in those soft crystal clear eyes
decorates her hair and ribbon so blue!

Softest twinkles in her dazzling sweet eyes,
radiates heavenly love that casts shine
upon her birthday dress that is so blue!

Love basks softly as those great blue eyes shine!

Robert J. Lindley , 07/ 15/ 2014

craig cornish
Contest Name , Tritina Challenge
1 original, poem on the theme of .............A Baby
Write a new poem about a newborn and take it where you
creatively will impress me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wade the Shallows


Wade the shallows, swim not the deep,
loss of time makes the old man weep.
Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime
fleeing shadows racing about in time!

Comfort of the known sees the dream,
whistles the kettle in heated steam.
A vow, a promising oath made in sin
darkened shadows await in the heart of men!

Cleave to the willows along the bank,
sand on the beach, rocks to thank
Look back at a wild path solemnly made
rejoice in the hand so well played!

Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit.
Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Wonderful Day Afishin'


A wonderful day fishing, frying fish in the pan
logs sweetly burning, smokey smells of tasty delight
Lake was near perfect , a pond in God's opened hand
feast soon to start a beautiful camping night!

That monster fish that easily broke your rod tip
set a memory to be recalled decades from now
As recollections in old age our minds eagerly dip
mental pictures the where , when , why and how!

This night shall hold us in it's very deep embrace
join me in a toast to a future so fine and sweet
Singing of happiness , joy and your smiling face
memories, good times, wine and freshly cooked meat!

A wonderful day fishing, so very hard to beat
Nature's offering, magnificent trout to eat!

June -09- 1978
Robert J. Lindley

I wrote this decades ago. My fishing partner was a fine
lady that I almost married! Sadly she passed away back in
May of 2005... She had married and had a grown daughter
in college. I hadn't had contact with her in well over
22 years. Still it was a sad day for me upon
learning of her death...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Day in the Sun

A good thought, a day in the sun,
such that allows joy to freely run,
**** the day blasts out memories fair.
**** Gentle breezes cruising bright air
**** as life sings on without a care.
**** A stir upon the lake down there,
**** two ducks dancing, O' what a pair
**** their art they very freely share.
**** Of our intrusion ducks so unaware
**** we watching silently not to scare.
Sweetest memories of family having fun
a fantastic break from life on the run!

Robert J. Lindley , 07-26-2014

Contest entry. Several requirements met , new poetry form ..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In The Clouds

A sweet morning is the Sun peeking, peeking
the clouds swaying , playing but not leaking
A cool breeze birthed by clouds and their fruits
just as the apple comes from tree and its roots

A great day is under a tree watching the clouds
thinking of earth and the mysteries it shrouds
A great storm brewing silently so very far away
God and Nature dancing in a life renewing play

A fine night is often those cloudless skies
glittering stars striking the awestruck eyes
The moon hides behind a cloud in a blanket
dares to peep around and not even thank it

Clouds are ships bringing such precious rain
Beautiful oceans above bleeding again and again

Robert J. Lindley 07/28/2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A poem by a great and noted Poet.



Hard Luck

By Edgar Albert Guest


Ain’t no use as I can see

In sittin’ underneath a tree

An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad,

An’ that your life is extry sad;

Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s

Nor any harder are your labors;

It rains on him the same as you,

An’ he has work he hates to do;

An’ he gits tired an’ he gits cross,

An’ he has trouble with the boss;

You take his whole life, through an’ through,

Why, he’s no better off than you.


If whinin’ brushed the clouds away

I wouldn’t have a word to say;

If it made good friends out o’ foes

I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose;

But when I look around an’ see

A lot o’ men resemblin’ me,

An’ see ’em sad, an’ see ’em gay

With work t’ do most every day,

Some full o’ fun, some bent with care,

Some havin’ troubles hard to bear,

I reckon, as I count my woes,

They’re ’bout what everybody knows.


The day I find a man who’ll say

He’s never known a rainy day,

Who’ll raise his right hand up an’ swear

In forty years he’s had no care,

Has never had a single blow,

An’ never known one touch o’ woe,

Has never seen a loved one die,

Has never wept or heaved a sigh,

Has never had a plan go wrong,

But alas laughed his way along;

Then I’ll sit down an’ start to whine

That all the hard luck here is mine.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Old Poets Love Rhyme



We old poets love a sweet and fine rhyme
we made our phone calls with just a dime
Movie for two , drinks, change from a dollar
we drank great hard liquor to hoop and holler!

Our gals we first chased then went a courtin'
no hanky panky and very little cavortin'
A night out was to a movie theater or play
never late could a very good gal ever stay!

We old poets still love a sweet and fine rose
as long as it rhymes almost anything goes
Once my gal had such bright and pretty shoes
she gave me a treasure that I hadn't any clues!

R. J. LINDLEY, 07-30-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hear that Whisper?


That faint whisper one can almost hear at the break of day
is the angels fluttering dragging the last of
the stubborn intense pains of darkness away!

That roar one hears as the damn gates loudly crank to
is dark shadows locking in the miseries inside you!

That wailing cry you hear just before sweet morn's light
is your heart screaming for iron chains to break open
the bindings cutting your throat all the evil night!

That sad remorse lumping up in your burning hot throat
is the dregs of sorrows that cast in the deep blues
walking on fire rocks naked and without shoes!

Never hear that whisper and feel so proud and relieved
is that your fantasy that gives you a moments rest
or hell breakin' loose in a soul forever aggrieved!

Robert J. Lindley 07-30-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Give Me Simple, That Will Do


How does one do this, so "very deep"
can not do it while you are asleep
I write for joy , to be understood
I'd do "very deep' if only I ever could

This old man loves to write in rhyme
make it understood, sho' do save time
My wife speaks in high falootin' words
I say , darling sing that to the birds

Now do not think me shallow or slow
this old dog dun' been long in the know
I once sat around spitting out tha' deep
what interests me is readers I kan' keep

I like deep as often as a prostate exam
give me just so simple, just like I am

Robert J. Lindley, 08-03-2014

Ok using poetic license here my friends.
I admire fine poetry in all forms and ways.
The message,spirit, heart and soul reign
supreme in my book. I just like my poetry
easier to be understood. When I see very
deep writes I marvel if they are
intentionally written with a deep meaning
not if it is thought deep because it is so very
hard to understand even for a knowledgable
poet.
Add in a bit of humor and here we are.
No harm , no foul intended.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lovers In Epic Romance


What lies brilliant with the rising Sun
softly golden before the bright advance
That which can not be heartlessly undone
the glow of lovers lost in epic romance

The flow of one forever loving breeze
waves of rippling urges that hold all
Fruited delicious offering of love trees
love gifts singing words that enthrall

Soon the ardor rises to birth a feast
as the hot ripples heat united Souls
Rising Sun casts paradise in the east
here and now unites with future goals

At the base of an eternal loving tree
lies trust in a softened resting repose
A love grabbed by two hearts so free
following happiness wherever it goes

Robert J. Lindley, 08-05-2014

Written for a competition..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pierce The Gloom


Pierce the gloom under purple sails
cold the rain that forever falls
False is the prophet that ever tells
great honor rang true in these halls

Hide ye behind golden false banners
dark spirits dwelling in your band
Deceit lies silkened in false manners
evil the Crown that rules this land

Purple King steals your life's bread
as hope eludes your soul's plight
Blows descend upon your bowed head
you, that forever declines to fight

Royal colors your minds enthrall
as evil lies in your shallow beds
Dark spirits birth wicked flowers
where evil reigns in crying hours

R. LINDLEY
11/18/1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Crowd Loves Metaphors


We the fools that poison our own well
stupidly thinking that truth does sell
Only to soon find out our great folly
the crowd wants sh!t to be jolly

Watching as sh!T runs so very deep
oozes into their heads as they sleep
A few flowery words, metaphor or two
good God, folks do get a damn clue

Toss in a few words to stir mystique
nothing great , nothing at all unique
Toss in a few repeated little tears
sit back, wait for the shallow cheers

We fools think to try for so much more
The crowd cries more for words that stupidly bore

Robert J. Lindley, 08/07/2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My current results at my Poetry site.
For my being there only 9 weeks now this record
is an extremely good one.
Yes, I have already ruffled a great many feathers there!
I would not be the lovable me had I not done so! lol


# Poems Posted 303

# Unique Comments Made 1652*

# Blog Comments Made 92

# Member Contests Entered 82

# Top 10 Finishes 47

# Contests judged /completed 62

# Times You Are a Fav Poet 16

# Your poems favored by other poets 49

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Misjudging Others


The garbage man removes your trash
yet you refuse to give him more cash
The barber cuts your flowing locks
you that smell of rancid stinking socks

The roofer stops those pesky leaks
you think he and crew are just freaks
The painter paints your house anew
later you try to not pay him his due

The plumber you can see is overpaid
you'd love to cut him with a blade
The preacher seeks to save your soul
you think he has a heart of coal

You that think others are so weak
So hate when you arrogantly speak

Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Rainbow Sings


Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late

Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces

A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow

Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014

Wrote one for the snobs that think I write simple poems because
I can not right in the flowery manner(old celebrated style). I once wrote hundreds like this before I discovered that poetry is more about the Message. the Heart, the Gift, than the Imagery. And the MESSAGE NEEDS TO BE UNDERSTOOD BY MORE PEOPLE NOT LESS..
The elitist poetry snobs think writing for the common man is beneath their (imagined) greatness.
A shallow world,
for shallow tools that,
live in shallow graves,
just made for petty, shallow fools! lol