Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Finished this write tonight. Posting it here first. I wrote it for a contest but have another poem halfway finished from last week . Going to wait until that one is done to decide which one to enter.



And The Piper Plays Ever On


The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
strange tunes he did so often choose
Notes that ring so loud and so clear
wiping away doubt and darkened fear

Yet each found this a false delight
shadows that lurched in evil night
Music set to lowly goals and greed
easing pains from a desperate need

Dancing in a deepened hollow ring
woes trailed all that shout and sing
Piper plays on in his standard way
as his victims spin and gaze far away

Stars spin away so very far, far above
this world needs more, always more love!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-03-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Measures Of Dust On Our Treasures


Tick , tick , tick of that clock
do not be blinded or in shock
Time controls if you hear it not
nobody is fine, all have been shot

Minutes and hours just measures
of dust on our precious treasures
Layers deep we dance on along
unaware of sad ending of the song

Time races onward far, far ahead
preparing for when we are dead
Date we rarely ever get to choose
Nobody beats Fate we all lose

Tick, tick, tick the clock goes
as we play our sad little shows
Even when great love comes around
by death its ending is ever bound

Shall we despair in chains of time
or lounge in ignorance oft so sublime

Robert J. Lindley, July 24, 1989

note: An old poem, written in 1989.
I was 35 years old with my daughter KaShaundra
only one year old. I imagined a future with her
married and having 5 kids.. She is now 27 years old and
about to have a second son this week. Either I saw farther
ahead or she has been lax in the baby making department!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Curves Of Those Sensual Lips


The curves that form those hips
soft curves of those sensual lips
The beauty that my mind so trips
face could launch a thousand ships

Hair that shines and so allures
from your love I want no cures
Willingly fall for all your lures
your body, please give the tours

Eyes that emerse me in a feast
power that fuels me into a beast
Bright with a slant from the East
love me, marry me, touch me at least

Legs that so thrill my eager mind
you the treasured greatest find
Wrap me up, my body please entwine
our hearts, your body must bind

Face that drives me deep into lust
have you, love you, I simply must
Beauty forever , you I simply trust
yes, love you until we both are dust

The curves that form those hips
the curves of those sensual lips
With your love I'll make no slips
we love deeply into forever trips

Robert J. Lindley, 01-05-2015

My wife challenged me to write a descriptive poem about
her in less than 20 minutes.
I banged this out in 17 minutes flat..Now posting it with no edits.
Her opinion was, "ok, it will do"...... lol
I guess thats better than, "it stinks"... lol

[gabosaurus]

Here is a "blast from your past" bit of prose for you. Straight from the ultra-liberal punk movement of the early 80's.
"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" by my all-time favorite punk band, The Dead Kennedys.


I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with Fascist cravings
Still, you made me President
Human Rights will soon go away
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
And I'll make sure they're Christian too
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
Join the army or you will pay
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Yeah that's it, just relax
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV
Lock your doors, close your mind
It's time for the two-minute warning
Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the Third World War?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece
You'll go quietly to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws
Die on our brand, new poison gas
El Salvador, Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Here is a "blast from your past" bit of prose for you. Straight from the ultra-liberal punk movement of the early 80's.
"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" by my all-time favorite punk band, The Dead Kennedys.


I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with Fascist cravings
Still, you made me President
Human Rights will soon go away
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
And I'll make sure they're Christian too
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
Join the army or you will pay
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California
Yeah that's it, just relax
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV
Lock your doors, close your mind
It's time for the two-minute warning
Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the Third World War?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece
You'll go quietly to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws
Die on our brand, new poison gas
El Salvador, Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California

That's more of a chant Gabby. They may sing it but its not any level of poetry or prose to brag about IMHO. First, in poetry or prose, there should always be truth. That was chalked full of lies and is basically just political jargon slung together.
Don't you know any T.S. Eliot, Emerson, Keats , Hawthorne, Byron, Poe, Longfellow, Shelly, Browning, Stanton, Payne, Mitchel, Bryant, Frost, Whittier, Hayne, Lowell, Halleck or Freneau, to name just a few off the top of my head?
Didn't that famous university you talk about teach you about American literature, poetry and/or prose?
Surely you can post far better than that example.... --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Here let me give ya one to ponder on ..
My favorite poem written by Phillip Freneau --Tyr


The Wild Honey-Suckle

Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
...No busy hand provoke a tear.

By Nature's self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
...Thus quietly thy summer goes,
...Thy days declining to repose.

Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died--nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.

From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
...The space between, is but an hour,
...The frail duration of a flower.


Philip Freneau

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Welcoming Our Little Ty


We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet

Life sends such blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with these children's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys

Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessings stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with the children so mild and meek

Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015

Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Eating Fire Yet Feeling No Burns



My life ran with many twists and turns
I ate fire felt not the ravaging burns,
crawled across razorblades with glee
nothing was sacred , and nothing was me

Time wrapped me in a devilish cocoon
hated the world , wanted the end soon,
sent pain out asked for more in return
wanted to fall, die and then slowly burn

Then life made a sharp , sudden return
I found her and no longer wanted to burn,
why did this blessing enter my sad life
why did she ever desire to be my wife

Our merciful God gifts as he so desires
we that foolishly eat of the evil fires,
gives generously of his fruitful trees
hears all of our sobs, moans and pleas

My life runs within a sure steady path
I sleep so well, no fear of God's wrath,
O' bright light that I finally get to see
hand of God resting over an undeserving me!

Robert J. Lindley

note: Poetry must represent truth and heart...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time



Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just a memory in the dark past
Stripped of every lie one polishes and hones
facing this truth, nothing can forever last!

Stark, reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me
Memories, stones in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs so dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
fled pleasure of any future winning goal
sudden truth is ripping rest of me apart!


This pile of bones, only treasure I have got
smelling this meat even after a slow rot!

Robert J. Lindley, Date written ---So long ago!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gasping Stars, Look Down Upon My Tired Soul


When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
There is this place I walk and roam
comfort away from worries of my home

The sidewalk ends and fields begin
I imagine they stretch and never end
Cool night air soothes my tired brain
far away, whistle of an old night train

My pace slows to soak so much more in
I am not alone, night is my friend
Gasping stars look down upon my soul
Seeking calm, I then reach my goal

Dog barks sadly as I slowly trod by
moans so blue, almost seems to cry
Past the farmhouse my favorite tree
massive black oak, does so comfort me

Gazing at its massive majectic form
I see damage from a terrible storm
Ahh yes, none are immune from harm
not even this great titan on the farm

Very slowly I turn to find my way back
retracing this walk along this track
A calm has now found my lonely spirit
happiness approaches I can even hear it

My pace increases as I seek to return
to the place where my love does burn
Family , the gift of my very long life
my children, my love , my sweet wife

When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay

Robert Lindley

[LongTermGuy]

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Craig cornish Contest Name
Manassian Quintain Deadline2/7/2015 12:00:00 AM
Note From Sponsor
No updates yet...

Contest Description What to Submit? 1 original, poem on the theme of ......Water (a river, the sea, a lake, the rain, etc.)

The form was invented by Eileen Manassian but I have slightly altered it relative to rhyme scheme. There are 3 verses, the rhyme scheme should be ababb, cdcdd, efeff
In verse 1 the ends of lines 1&2 are used in line 5
In verse 2 the ends of lines 2&3 are used in line 5
In verse 3 the ends of lines 1&4 are used in line 5

NO NAMES

My entry.. I wrote and entered this poem because both Craig and Eileen are friends of mine that I have great respect for their integrity and poetic talents. ... I have curtailed my contests entries as of late because of some rather unsavory practices used by certain contest sponsors there. I do not like my writes starting behind a pack of favored poets that get top spots based upon their names, friendships and alliances. I enter contest with no names as a requirement.
I'd rather win a spot based upon the actual poem written rather than the rep and alliances of the author. -Tyr


Lake, Water and Sun

Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.

Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead
Sun beams hot upon these shores
cool waters splashed upon each head-
no more chores, living life instead

Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine love tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Last Sonnet


Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -

No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.

John Keats...

John Keats was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.

Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of later poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges stated that his first encounter with Keats was the most significant literary experience of his life

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I so needed a break from the subject muslim murdering cult tonight that I sat down to write a nice little poem.
I took a walk far back into my past on a lonely country dirt road on a farm back in the sticks.
As I ventured that far afield I saw an amazing sight. A young man looking into his future. And seeing after much
heartache and misery a great gift to be bestowed. I remembered that late night walk and wrote it as it happened.
At the time and the next day it all seemed to be just a dream.
A dream that I am now living! Hope you may enjoy this write....

She A Princess God Hath Made

As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads

Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again

Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted

I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown

Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea

As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ok, this is the first draft of a collaboration poem I have just finished writing after being asked to write with my friend, liam mcdaid.
First three stanza's are his writings , the last three stanzas and the ending couplet are mine. The ending couplet is a variation of the first two lines in his opening stanza. I thought it tied the two sections together quite well.
As to how it will be presented there at our poetry site, its up to him as I suggested that he present the poem. .
I gave agreement that if he likes edits can be made and discussed.
I welcome any comments, criticisms or suggestions on this, our first collaboration. -Tyr

Untitled....



returning a pearl within each silver breath one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats in warm strokes a celestial being

woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of heaven rings

walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of the earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings

beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs

Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astounded world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old

King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
she that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal

returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure