Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Three AM And This Heart Goes Numb


Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
A shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
Useless were lies myself I did tell
as my horse now rides into a hell.
Pains are mental and so very damn cold
no longer am I strong or bold.
This old image looking right back at me
of a ship sinking on a stormy sea.
Why did my life wreck and go astray
can not grab to remake yesterday.
Damn the pity and damn my old tired soul
life is the pits and takes its toll.
Clock now strikes that wicked number four
I see ghosts racing in my front door.
Time to laugh out as they try to haunt me
they can not hurt this shell of me.
Leaving one always cries his wicked curse
I laugh as it can never get worse.
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
Only a shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.

R.J. Lindley
June,14TH 1989

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drink, Drink Of Life's Ale


Take my measure; eat of my tree
Be gone sweet sorrow; life lives in me
Stand that axe against fallen tree, let sun arise
mercy in me, paints a jaded sky.
Cast your spear into abandoned ground;
Let love hold sway and stay around,
Gulp that sweet flagon of ale,
Life is rich and hot is Hell.
Ah, the gold in life eludes thee,
Take no great heed.
Damn it all, just set another course;
lay your gold on another horse,
Eat from the mythical tree-
And place more faith in me.
And place more faith in me.
And place more faith in me.

R.J. Lindley
1975

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Solitude and Nature Please

S olitude and Nature are friends that please
N ature, nothing can ever top its gifts.
O nly cold truth in wizened, wintry trees
W ithin lies wondrous hearts that so uplifts.

10-23-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 29

10-23-2015

For contest, WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN
Rules-

1) One 'acrostrain' poem titled either WIND, RAIN OR SNOW ACROSTRAIN

2) No names

3) Please date your poem

4) Post the poem as an acrostic
__________________________________________________ __________________
__________________________________________________ ___________________
Deep In My Heart, Sweet Redemption Dwells
(Three lines in verse)


In my song, then : "Love was so sweet"
Yet it never ever dares
gives sad soul too much to eat.

In my tale, now : "Life stays so true"
Although it never spells
out all the evil we so often do.

In my life, then : "Fate delivered pain"
Yet it rarely gave out
the blessed gifts of Spring rain.

In my spirit soon : "Mercy will give"
Although it reminds us
faith, by faith it tis' best to live.

Robert J. Lindley 02-19-2001
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A mist, a memory;
A song in a dream that was wrapped in purple cloak
So great the relief felt
joy and happy tears merged with love
I cried out with praise and sobs so great
deep feelings swelled my breasts and made me choke.
__________________________________________________ _______
__________________________________________________ _______

Destiny and The Great Gamble

Destiny's reality invades Isle of Hope and Spirit
roaring echoes from cavernous pits.
Crowds out night-bird's song, none can hear it
epic song of relief wherein mercy sits!
A missed storm wraps time and fortune;
life bestows blessings in glimmering shades-
To those that seek a fairer trail,
world gifts sweetness in love's parades.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.

R.J. Lindley
early 70's..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Her Veil Of Morning Blue


Whence came those winsome
Asteria of my dream
With laughter laden,-
In a bright land a white band
Dancing by a mossy stream?


Once more she cometh
In her veil of morning blue
Singeth, and is gone
Happy are they who see the glint
Of her swift and silvery feet!


My dream dancer
Go ease thy hunger;
Rest and laughter make thee strong
Unto much love and learning.
Yet when love is truly understood
Dar'st thou dance in this wild world?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2015

Note- "Asteria"

Asteria (mythology)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For the band, see Asteria (band). For the medieval music
ensemble, see Asteria Medievale. For the type of gemstone,
see Star stone.

Asteria and Phoebe on the Pergamon Altar.
In Greek mythology, Asteria (/əˈstɪəriə/; Ancient Greek:
Ἀστερία, "of the stars, starry one") was a name attributed
to the following eleven individuals: the daughter of
Coeus, an Amazon woman, Heliad, Danaid, Alkyonides, the
Consort of Phocus, the consort of Bellerophon, the daughter
of Coronus, the daughter of Teucer, an Athenian maiden,
and a character in the opera "Telemaco". Each of these is
detailed below.

In Gluck opera[edit]
Christoph Willibald Gluck gave the name Asteria to one of
the characters in his 1765 opera "Telemaco", though the
name did not appear in Homer's Odyssey on which the opera
was based.

[Russ]

Three AM And This Heart Goes Numb


Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
A shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.
Useless were lies myself I did tell
as my horse now rides into a hell.
Pains are mental and so very damn cold
no longer am I strong or bold.
This old image looking right back at me
of a ship sinking on a stormy sea.
Why did my life wreck and go astray
can not grab to remake yesterday.
Damn the pity and damn my old tired soul
life is the pits and takes its toll.
Clock now strikes that wicked number four
I see ghosts racing in my front door.
Time to laugh out as they try to haunt me
they can not hurt this shell of me.
Leaving one always cries his wicked curse
I laugh as it can never get worse.
Its three am and this heart goes numb
I wake and see what I've become.
Only a shell of the man I was once before
Always wanted to be so much more.

R.J. Lindley
June,14TH 1989

A bit on the depressing side, Robert, but very well done. You have much going for you now in 2015, and this was written in 1989 - an unhappy year?

[Russ]

Solitude and Nature Please

S olitude and Nature are friends that please
N ature, nothing can ever top its gifts.
O nly cold truth in wizened, wintry trees
W ithin lies wondrous hearts that so uplifts.

10-23-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 29

10-23-2015

For contest, WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN
Rules-

1) One 'acrostrain' poem titled either WIND, RAIN OR SNOW ACROSTRAIN

2) No names

3) Please date your poem

4) Post the poem as an acrostic
__________________________________________________ __________________
__________________________________________________ ___________________
Deep In My Heart, Sweet Redemption Dwells
(Three lines in verse)


In my song, then : "Love was so sweet"
Yet it never ever dares
gives sad soul too much to eat.

In my tale, now : "Life stays so true"
Although it never spells
out all the evil we so often do.

In my life, then : "Fate delivered pain"
Yet it rarely gave out
the blessed gifts of Spring rain.

In my spirit soon : "Mercy will give"
Although it reminds us
faith, by faith it tis' best to live.

Robert J. Lindley 02-19-2001
------------------------------------------
A mist, a memory;
A song in a dream that was wrapped in purple cloak
So great the relief felt
joy and happy tears merged with love
I cried out with praise and sobs so great
deep feelings swelled my breasts and made me choke.
__________________________________________________ _______
__________________________________________________ _______

Destiny and The Great Gamble

Destiny's reality invades Isle of Hope and Spirit
roaring echoes from cavernous pits.
Crowds out night-bird's song, none can hear it
epic song of relief wherein mercy sits!
A missed storm wraps time and fortune;
life bestows blessings in glimmering shades-
To those that seek a fairer trail,
world gifts sweetness in love's parades.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.
And good fortune without fail.

R.J. Lindley
early 70's..

Really well done.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Really well done.

Thanks. Which one?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A bit on the depressing side, Robert, but very well done. You have much going for you now in 2015, and this was written in 1989 - an unhappy year?

Yes, that year was terrible. Can not reveal all that happened, far too personal.
Can reveal this, our precious daughter was only a year old and we almost divorced-- had nothing to do with me being unfaithful.. lets just say--some women are worthless and unfaithful even when treated like princesses. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dimissione War

I will seek the silent ways
Unknown in sunnier days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things,-

The clouds that in the morning sun
Vanish in beauty and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the ways of trusty men.
I would forget, that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.

I will rise
And leave you, and so find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your war-torn ways;
My days
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours
And war shall see its last
Endless number of victims from its evil past.

10-25-2015



Silent One
Contest Deadline:

11/22/2015 12:00:00 AM

Welcome to my 17th contest. Promote peace
not war...

Let your muse flow..
Any form
No names

New poems dated from 22 October 2015.
Please put date on the bottom.

Edit- This poem took 1st place....

[Russ]

Thanks. Which one?

Well, I meant all of them, but I will pick Destiny and the Great Gamble as my favorite.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Well, I meant all of them, but I will pick Destiny and the Great Gamble as my favorite.

Thanks amigo. Kinda partial to that one myself... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mixed Up Words Twonite

I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.

I ache to write a great song
a little ditty to thus amuse.
Yet my words hide in a throng
of trash I am loathe to reuse!

Another word like ocean, I sea
burning in crimson color read.
Gotto, got to go, need to pea
then rewrite those words I red.

I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.

R.J. Lindley

Dec, 6th, 1983

A bit of levity in title and the third
stanza, too cold to go buy more whiskey.
I wander iffn' my spillin shood be
chekked twonite.

Note- THE ABOVE IS POSTED COMPLETE AS
WAS WRITTEN 32 YEARS AGO.SEEMS LIKE I
WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND WHILE DRINKING
SOMETHING TO KNOCK DOWN THE CHILL.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Flowers Asleep In Starlight

In my dark chamber starlight through one chink
Brings near the Heavenly regions and the deep
Eternity beyond, the while I think
Dim thoughts of waters lulling flowers asleep.

I would be free from ghosts of space and time
That walk familiar regions of the night;
In my dark chamber, to a simple rhyme,
The world is rolling onward into light.

To be quiet- there too is beauty- and to breathe
On those around the fragrance of the dreams
That lie about thee in thy solitude,
Lovelier than thou can be told. The hearts of men
By silence are made stronger to endure,
By silence wherein tremble beyond sound
The fairest symbols of eternal pity,
As flowers asleep in starlight.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Priest's Love

The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.

In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back his loving tears
Pray he all, blessed and godly new start.

Through infinite quiet and its deep sound
Into darkness and its hollow hold.
He won battles with truest faith unbound
And prayers of epic blessings retold.

The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-29-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Rustic Old Miner


He lived in the hills in a little shack
traveled he slowly back and forth.
Heavy load resting upon his weary back
back to his mountain in far North.

Had no family that he dare call his own
solitary soul living life lonely.
Amid wild animals and hard mountain stone
thought about love but once only!

Love held no candle to his mountain view
where sun rose but ever so slowly.
Had all his old tools, needed nothing new
one old bible and it was very holy.

He made do with just one worn out pick
dawn to dark, hard stones he broke.
Staying tough and very hard was the trick
quick into work every morn he woke.

He felt no rough weather deep in his mine
just sweat and pains stone breaking.
No complaints, his life to him just fine
never one to be lousy belly-aching.

Years flew by and he found a little gold
life and those views held him fast.
One cool morn he woke to find himself old
never dreaming it could be his last.

Afternoon rolled on, his head was spinning
that moment, his last breath taken.
Had he known, he would have called it winning
life over, soul had just been fakin'.

R.J. Lindley
April 24th , 1975
Note- From my private journal.