Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Laughing Man, Pain Hidden


A laughing man hid well his pain
our approval he sought to gain
A hope that admiration would pay
force the inner demon far away

Can any judge another man's soul
we can only guess but never know
The mental pains cut ever so deep
hammers preventing needed sleep

No plea, request or loud outcry
no note explaining the why
Answer left to be only a guess
misery now gone, soul at rest

A laughing man hid his pain
so sad but will happen again

Robert J. Lindley , 08-12-2014

note: Tribute to Robin Williams.
A very sad way to go out for a man that gave so
much joy and laughter to others!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Spear Well Used and Swollen

So green the grass on hidden hill
open vista views another thrill
Naked the splendor shone then rose
swift the shock when love chose

Romance set the fair morning scene
she a tramp yet once was a queen
Her knight in love with a saint
she felt his spear, grew so faint

A romp in grass so wet and green
eyes shut her nakedness unseen
Taste of his skin from armor freed
joyous placement of heavenly seed

Fair lady's heart yet to be stolen
Knight's spear well used and swollen

R. Lindley, 1979

note:
A bawdy little write from back in 1979.
Not signed so I haven't a clue if it is
a finished or unfinished piece. I keep finding old stuff I wrote
back in late 70's in this large box of old records.
This one was written on a small note pad along with first three
lines starting another poem on the subject --black crows.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The River Flows

The river flows so endlessly
Replenishing the sea
With all the rain that falls to Earth
It’s just the way she be
And nothing halts her in her journey
She knows where she must go
No matter what, no matter when
To the ocean she will flow.

Oh yes she’ll travel on her way
Opposing all in sight
She never struggles to get there
She never uses might
She just goes with gravity
Lets him take her in his stride
Over rocks and, down the waterfalls
Sometimes she’s narrow, sometimes wide.

If we could flow just like this river
Our lives would be so sweet
We’d let life take us in her flow
And everything we’d meet
So softly and so easily
Till we get where we must go
You see, this be the way we’re made
To move within the flow.

28 June 2014 @ 1340hrs.
By - Peter Duggan

This poet is my great friend that lives in Australia.
He is 77 years old and a Vietnam War veteran , that dearly hates war now. A prolific poet he writes on many subjects.
Writes in an easy , smooth flowing style. Hope you enjoy this one...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nine Inch Nails, Brain Pain

I stopped waiting on earthy fruit
empty guns that sing but not shoot
Nine inch nails driven into my brain
snails crawling in bloody, bloody rain

I stopped asking for sweetened lies
sickness baked into hollow pies
Cuts embraced to feel the sweet pain
stick it in but make it very plain

I stopped begging for more misery
you that laughed at my mercy plea
Seven inch blades twisted to bleed
answers given to a most futile plea

I stopped begging so very damn long ago
You that lie to feed your deceitful show

R.J. Lindley
02, 19, 1977

Note: This write is from a very bad time in my young life .
I was 23 years old when I wrote this one. Full of
"piss and vinegar" and cut so very deeply by a woman that
I loved..
Lost love, a bitter /sweet memory..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Child's Imagination


The sky burst into a solid glow
Clouds danced, raced to and fro
A castle next appeared up there
At the far end of a golden stair

Trumpets blasted out a shout
stars sparkled brightly about
Voices sang a very sweet song
Angels sang right on along

Ground, grass and trees shook
Water danced in a fairies brook
Sprites flew very far overhead
Lights spun the little boy's head

Asked another story soon to be read
As Dad tucked him into his little bed!

Robert J. Lindley 08-19-2014

Inspired by a poem I wrote long ago and
read to my son last night. I wrote this
about 25 minutes after midnight last night..

It is dedicated to my 7 year old son, Justin,
the joy of my life!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Grace holds the fire of past bliss
spiritual love so dearly do I miss
Family greatly missed now passed on
Fire of Love once burned so strong

Still smoldering in my yearning heart
embers burning still from the start
Bright orange the early mourning flame
gusts of blazing heat anything but tame

A wind blasts deep into my heart's glow
blue flames burst forth, grow n' grow
The roar of fire leaps out of bound
into sweet memories laying all around

Visitors walk in from crackling fires
touching my heart,love it so inspires
Dad holds me again ever so firm and tight
Grandad sings to my soul sweetly all night

Embers are now crackling in a mighty roar
Happiness spreads into soul's open door
Baby brother stands to hold my hand
Shouts love, love you, again and again

My mind knows they all are passed on
yet here they are so lovingly shown
All from a burning ember deep in my soul
Mighty flames burns our love into a whole

08-19-2014, Robert J. Lindley

Note: "mourning" flame , is not a typo.

Sponsor- Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name, Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stay The Hand


Send not the word reapers for me
I the lover of every lovely tree
Stay the hand of a fickle fate
I the saddest victim as of late

Erase the ravages of father time
I the fool that writes in rhyme
Stay the cut that seeks to slay
I the artist writing no damn play

Slice not the heart resting in me
I the clown so desperate to flee
Stay the hit that would so crush
I the writer always in a rush

Send not blades to slice up my words
As I tend them into my little herds!

Robert J. Lindley 08-21-2014

note: Stayed up late to crank one out.
Drank a very cold brew . This is what I threw.
Just took my last med, time to hit tha' old bed...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A great day to post this poem!--Tyr

Hell Ain't Half Full Yet!


Dark deeds done in dead of night
Eventually, all come to the Light
Watch your step, hedge your bet
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Set your excuses completely aside
Evil takes you on a deadly ride
Think, grab all that you can get
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Badly mistreat an innocent child
Think, such is nothing but mild
Hoss, that desert just ain't wet
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Force a woman to give when she won't
Think, you skate but Hoss, you don't
You'll face a judge you have not met
Careful , Hell ain't half full yet!

Steal from others to satisfy greed
Destroy all around like a nasty weed
Think, you get by, your life all set
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

You murder, take any innocent life
Spread misery, evil seeds of strife
Think, no damn time for any regret
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

If you murder, steal, lie or rape
Think, a path exists for your escape
A fool's errand , a darkened mindset
Careful, Hell ain't half full yet!

Robert J. Lindley

Note : A word to the wise...
Do a man wrong, soon you may be long gone!
Careful Hell, ain't half full yet.
I've lived a life of delivering justice to sick twisted evil people. Most of them were real badasses that ever so richly deserved what they got from me.
Paid a very dear price for having done so.
Still willing to pay that price as my honor demands it.
A man is his honor not his wealth, arrogance, delusions or false image..
Never in history has wealth bought 1.honor 2. integrity or 3. decency!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Home Brew Fiasco

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was square dance and show
I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace
so very eager to get to that dancing place!

I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar
stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar
Another burn that went down mighty fine
whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine!

One more high hill to just climb on past
swirling head tells my legs to please last
Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls
music rings louder its beckoning calls!

Another hundred steps and I'll be there
singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere
Ease myself up against this restful oak tree
surely a rest will be so very good for me!

Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down
now is no time to worry, no time to frown
Darkness races into this tired old brain
no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain!

Morning sunlights breaks between the trees
O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please
Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove
I missed out on last night's dance and love!

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014

Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in
1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and
missed out on his first date with grandmother.
Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather
a very handsome man or else they'd never married
and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Lady Suffers


What of the slow falling dew
rain that sets a shiver upon you
A sky that dances to mock anew
goodness and gentleness tis your due!

Can earth dare to reproach
promises of your sweet approach
A maiden of your innocent ways
sending joy into glorious summer days!

What of the wind that blows
away sacred words that you compose
Sets to wickedly tangle you hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady so fair!

Nay, Nature tis careless and so very cruel
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and cast the stone,
rot the meat and ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep into every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my twin pets serve so well,
my purpose, send 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do so shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy let loose,
long you wail, your head in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master ever so well
loyal demon, freed from bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet,
written so very long ago!

Note:
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

[red state]

A Home Brew Fiasco

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was square dance and show
I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace
so very eager to get to that dancing place!

I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar
stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar
Another burn that went down mighty fine
whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine!

One more high hill to just climb on past
swirling head tells my legs to please last
Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls
music rings louder its beckoning calls!

Another hundred steps and I'll be there
singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere
Ease myself up against this restful oak tree
surely a rest will be so very good for me!

Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down
now is no time to worry, no time to frown
Darkness races into this tired old brain
no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain!

Morning sunlights breaks between the trees
O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please
Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove
I missed out on last night's dance and love!

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014

Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in
1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and
missed out on his first date with grandmother.
Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather
a very handsome man or else they'd never married
and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!

Now that is a poem I can sink my teeth into!!! Great job there Tyr! I was here sitting with the Mrs. drinking my coffee.....reminiscing about my wilder days and how thankful I am that my to-be grandma of my grandchildren gave me many chances and stuck by me through thick and thin. I can truly relate to every aspect of that poem (right down to preferring corn squeezin' to wine.....unless it is my own home-made wine). HA!!!

Keep 'em coming, ole buddy.....we'r out here readin' (even tho you may not know it).

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now that is a poem I can sink my teeth into!!! Great job there Tyr! I was here sitting with the Mrs. drinking my coffee.....reminiscing about my wilder days and how thankful I am that my to-be grandma of my grandchildren gave me many chances and stuck by me through thick and thin. I can truly relate to every aspect of that poem (right down to preferring corn squeezin' to wine.....unless it is my own home-made wine). HA!!!

Keep 'em coming, ole buddy.....we'r out here readin' (even tho you may not know it).

Thank you my good friend..
I write to amuse myself and post such in the hopes it entertains others and may possibly even help to see and know what big mistakes other people(like me) can and do often make in life. Especially in their lives as young adults full of piss and vinegar! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Muse, I So Abuse


My muse cries out, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She stormed off in a very indignant huff
I shouted at her, damn ain't that tough?

Never fear, she always runs as she returns
she my heart loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on a cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!

Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was folly from last year!

My muse and I play wickedly cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Two sonnets written yesterday, both are sound.
Sonnet , 14 lines of verse and each line may contain
9 to 11 syllables..



A Rage Against The Storm

Alas! against the storm I did bellow,
you bloweth upon the wrong fellow
My soul you have now so sorely tried
fear, your gift has now so surely died!

Nature feeds your evil blowing wrath,
I curse your daring this upon my path
Heaven's powers ignore your wicked deeds
you the rot that eats away joy's seeds!

Hark! all the destruction you have wrought,
fruits of sins that man surely has bought
Yet, I defy your right to so hammer me
I, the strongest root of my family tree!

Rage on , tear out the withered and the old
This man defies you with a heart very bold!

Robert J. Lindley 08-27-2014

Syllables Per Line: 10 9 9 9 0 9 10 10 9 0 9 9 11 11 0 10 11
Total # Syllables: 136
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 108




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The Morning Sun Speaks


Vainly, I smile at a fine morning sun
ponder day's tasks waiting to be done
Embrace and savor this very sweet morn
enjoy life, that is why we were first born

Sparrow drinking at my bird fountain
clouds soaring into another mountain
I see the carefree bird fly far away
consider the high price I must pay

Happily my soul spoke to the sun
life races onward as I freely run
My toils are but tokens to be spent
spirit lives and our love pays no rent

The morn sun spoke yet again to me
live to love and grab life yet to be!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014

Syllables Per Line: 10 9 10 10 0 9 10 10 9 0 9 10 9 9 0 9 9
Total # Syllables: 145
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 2014 <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 112