Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Hell Froze Over


Trees shed their leaves,
the worms dig in deeper
Mothers cry and grieve
woman is the best weeper

Cold blasting each night,
birds froze on the ground
Sad hell was the fight
no hope was ever found

Winter ate their souls,
the keepers of evil hearts
Soldiers fought epic goals
the dead filled the carts

War or cold killed more,
dead is dead, hope gone
Wasted prayers to implore
heroes frozen all alone

Trail, path frozen dead,
winter sent home too soon
asleep but not in a bed
never to sing another tune

Retreat frenchmen knew well,
as their army frozen there
Now germans found this hell
in the frozen land of the bear!

Robert J.Lindley, 09-20-2014


note:
Hitler's armies were frozen out just as was
Napoleon's in the previous century. Russian
winter was an enemy that killed mercilessly.
The winter of 1941-42 was one of the worst in
recorded history. Daily temperatures fell to
40 degrees below zero. German soldiers had not
been issued with warm winter clothing as Hitler
believed that the invasion would be over by the
winter. Soldiers froze to death in their sleep,
diesel froze in fuel tanks and food was in very
short supply. Russian soldiers had been issued
with winter clothing and did not suffer as badly
as their German enemies.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

God's Kind of Poetry


God this universe He did weave
long before ever an Adam and Eve
Words he spoke created the All
so long before man's greatest fall

Those words hidden from our view
yet our poetry gifts a great clue
In poetry's heart our souls rest
we gift in it our love our very best

Our words strive to match God
seeking such a wonderful nod
Spiritual bliss to one and all
the serenity before man's fall

Who can resist words of love
prayer and pleas to God above
The thought that he spoke same
honored man with love and name

A universe we have to explore
first We poets seek that door
The one that sings poetic praise
heart contented , soul to raise

Never can we forget our place
poets lead into this epic race
Words sent to reach out to Him
lights so bright and never dim

Poetry the way to try to reach
giving love as we seek to teach
Man seeks to give God a reply
You love us ALL but why, Why?

Robert J. Lindley 09-21-2014

For : Sponsor Brian Johnston
Contest Name Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry'

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youthful Transgressions, Rejudged

Let God judge my past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate

Let my Soul eat out of my heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad I shall never tell

Let my Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets my source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth

Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share

Robert J. Lindley,

Note: A sonnet written for a contest, co-winner -- first place awarded....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My newest contest write...--Tyr

Falling Into Her Vision From The Start


The sky bent to her loving will
losing her brought a epic chill
Never ever would I let her go
she the angel whiter than snow
Music sounds when she walks in
she my lover, my eternal friend
Days we traveled in love's embrace
I deeply lost in her sweet grace
No power could ever stop my ardor
every time apart so much harder!

My heart she gave again its birth
I love her for all I am ever worth
Those long nights we burned in bed
never did I ever fear to tread
Path to her sweet treasure trove
I ran, leaped and delightfully dove
Each morn her face sang to my soul
it was she that again made me whole
My All bent to her loving desires
she the Sun fueling my sexual fires!

Yes, she happily ate my burning heart
As I fell into her vision from the start!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Lift My Eyes To See Heaven



I lift my eyes to see heaven above
God's trinity that does so shine
Golden vessels filled with love
God's heart forever loving mine

Sweet are the words sent to me
sacrifice given to change my fate
Lord, answering my desperate plea
washing away all the evil hate

Glory, too weak for describing you
mankind, unworthy to your name
Trueist love you sent sweetly into
we that were so blinded and lame

The Trinity stands as the only One
your divine Will never to be undone


09-28-2014.

Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name, Poems of Praise

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem by a good friend of mine, a fellow poet that says
it so well...-Tyr



My Fallen Brother

White marble stones
Stand proud in the sun
To remember my colleagues
The heroic fallen ones

Many a battle
Many a campaign
Some did return
For some never the same

On the green grass I stand
Blue sky above
The souls of my comrade's
Like peaceful sitting doves

The name on this stone
Reminds me of the day
My best friend and brother
Was taken away

An offensive was launched
Brothers at war
Bunker to take
At the top of a tor

Smoke screen exhausts the view to the hill
As we wind our way through
Zipping bullets, blood spill
Noises of lead, as they rip through the flesh
As we hit the barbed wire
Now a scarlet stained mesh

Objective in sight as we approach our aim
As I hear the groan of the injured
Many dead, maimed

Grenade pin pulled
Bunker window we lob
Hands sweating
How many lives will we rob
Explosion flash, shouts of pain
As the smoke lifts on this bloody terrain

We enter the Bunker
To witness our task
The enemy lie distorted
Faces grimace, death mask

I turn to my brother to signal it's safe
As a shot rings out in this theatre place
He stands still for a moment
Eyes glazing and cold
The death of my sibling
At 19 years old

As I open my eyes and turn to my son
I see what I have as he holds my grandson
Family values, love and a bond
As I remember my brother
Of whom I was so fond

I proudly walk past, salute as I go
The white stones standing proud
Peaceful doves in a row
I find myself fortunate to stand here and tell
To talk of my brother, and the fallen as well

Author , James Fraser

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley 09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
so oft interwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014

Note, A sonnet written in reply to a poet's write
, a sonnet titled - The Sowing.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In honor of this Halloween month............

Halloween , The Undead Rise


How did darkness sneak into this room
echoes sounding of agonizing doom
Shrill sounds like chaotic dancing feet
images of stabbed and rotting meat

A dark mist hangs in this musty air
faint cries giving any soul a scare
Thumpings upon the foot of the bed
glimpses of many bloody, mutilated dead

Door opening to view another world
objects across the room savagely hurled
Ghostly apparition floating in the scene
claws so long with face so hideously mean

Wicked laugh coming from under the bed
mangled hand sliding forth , the undead
Smell of death's stinking odor so foul
fear cries to just flee but mind asks how!

Robert J. Lindley

Note: Month of the Undead.
Written for long ago my daughter, she loved it ......
and the scary stories I told her. Just read it to Justin, he said--"Ghosts are not real dad."
I replied , ok, tell me again in the morning and mentioned
sometimes they show up just to teach unbelievers a lesson.. (to stir his imagination)
Odds are ten to one that he asks to sleep in our room tonight after he is put to bed. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

1st version... Original first draft....

Death, You Do Not Win

The world has been bad to me
yet no where, no where to flee
Sit and just take it I must
yes, we all return to earthly dust

Crying does no worldly good
defiant with spirit as I should
Loss, one that can not be replaced
yet life must be again faced

I sit here , wondering how
to stop the gloom eating me now
Do I slay it with greater love
or ask help from loving God above

Anger always worked for me
now it decided to far away flee
Yet I seek not its quick return
for that folly my Soul does truly spurn!


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2nd, revised version in iambic tetrameter.

Death, You Do Not Win


The world has been unkind to me
yet there's no where, no where to flee.
I'll sit and take it if I must
for all return to earthly dust.

To cry will do no worldly good.
Defy with spirit, as I should.
A loss that cannot be replaced
yet life must once again be faced.

So here I sit and wonder how
to stop the gloom which eats me now.
Can it be slain with greater love
or only healed by God above?

Once, anger always worked for me
but now, this time decides to flee.
Yet I seek not its quick return
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!


Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014

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Which looks best, which sounds best?

Second version would score very much higher in a poetry contest but is not my natural style.
As its been subjected to form too deeply and loses some of the original character of the first version.

Any comments are welcomed in regards to which one is better. Thanks Tyr...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Checking to see if I can download new feature at my poetry site.
Adding images to poems.. Tyr




MY POEM NUMBER ONE..jpg

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Battle, The Victory, The Light


I remember you, great destroyer of heart
emerging from darkness to hatefully start
Battles taken to wing and skyward bound
pain, death and sorrow so, so easily found!

No praise ever adorns your so vile name
curses your bread , your dark wicked fame
Ashes reform to give you such an evil way
miseries abound as you cut, slash and slay!

Seek no victory over my greatest stand
living within truth , my way , my plan
I remember well your late night knock
rejected, you fled quickly in total shock!

I remember you , eater of darkened Souls
slayer of dreams with eyes of black coal
Fangs sharpened on the sandrock in Hell
curses from victims under your dark spell!

Slink away, I curse your murdering spirit
truth slays you as you try not to hear it
I carry the armor of the bright Lord today
flee, flee or else dark life you must pay!

Sword of Love drawn now in countering you
spear of justice gives out your just due
A chant of faith sets seal to your fate
souls freed, all that your darkness ate!

Robert J. Lindley 10-08-2014


Wrote this about 27 years ago....
Rewrote it today and added ten more lines so giving
it today's date..

Light utterly destroys darkness.
In time, good utterly destroys evil.
Man , must understand time yields only to God....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Another Day, Hope Returns


Another day,
sparrows still fly
death visits and we ask not why

Another night,
moon still glows
death visits, why nobody knows

Another morn,
sun still shines
death visits, clings like vines

Another fate,
shadows still flee
death visits, just not for me

Another life,
tomorrow brings
hope returns, heart now sings!

Robert J. Lindley 10-08-2014

Note:
Blues sent a message, wake up..
I put down my empty coffee cup..
Flung the saucer out the back door..
that your worst, give me more..
Laughter slid across the lawn..
light then lit this great new dawn..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A great sonnet by my friend , poet Roy Jerden...


Ancient Dance
In twilight, old songs you're softly humming
Silken smiles paint tender your lovely face
Beguiling my present still, becoming
in everything, sweeter than granted grace

Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
This mystic stance, dismissing every voice
Soft touches known in sadness and in illness
of bounty cherished, if you make the choice

Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived
Shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived

Great grows my love to see your moves entrance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance

January 23, 2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A new Sonnet, written for a contest that already has some very stiff competition...-Tyr

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit



Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard

In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014

Sonnet:
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 93