Poetry and Prose for any season

[icansayit]

Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True

Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.

Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!

May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023

Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.

Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley

I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I've passed Gibraltar several times. Bigger than Life, and Unforgettable. Just like Love for us Old and Gray.

Yep, it is one gigantic piece of real estate, eh? God bless you. my good friend.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How We Compose Poems As True, Dedicated Poets

I love how a poem starts with the first dreamy word
Just as beautiful melodies beg to be heard
Then poet quite wide awake and clear starts to dream
Soon he is picking up like locomotive on steam
Bringing heart and mind into a much higher gear
Truth and fantasy begin like song from birds
Does not matter if about love or abject fear
What matters, imagination, life, love may gift words
But the poet may be a beginner or star
What reader wants is to touch that dear beating heart
Does not matter, the when, where, how or who you are
Poetry pleases reader and is a fine start.

As poets we cast images to others please.
For some, may be hard, for others may be with ease.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet

Jan 20th 1972

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And With Tantalizing Depths Found We Paint Beauty Divine

I walked into blazing inferno, heart so ready
My soul so positive, this old heart beating so steady
Rhythm and rhyme bursting a like a balloon to get out
Energy in these veins pouring verses like water spout
And an eager spirit, speaking of life, dear love and hope
Warning of this world's deepest darkness and its savage scope
But mixed in is heart's mercies and a ton, so much more
Poets know this, and that is why to Heavens they implore
Celestial guidance and a rare, gifted word or two
O' mighty lord so we dare beg thee that thy hand will do
Allow us to cast the fine words that makes our spirits soar
Open up senses and poetry flows through golden doors.

And with tantalizing depths found, we paint beauty divine.
Drink we fruit of our words like great and true, fine tasting wine!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet


Note : No date on poem but must have been in the mid 1970'S..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Both Are Mated Same As The Two Morning Doves

Dare I listen to songbirds with deep renewed zeal
Delight in sweeter falling morn's much fresher breath
Forget about those wenches that fake love to kill
Or the powers of Fate, that can gift early Death
Shall I seek out happiness in a truer love
Smell roses as they present beauty's flashing blooms
Amazing red candle that gives us hope from above
Let our two beating hearts into paradise zoom
Wake to kiss dawn and its promises of new day
Thank the Lord for a romance, its soft touch.
Dar'est we leave behind all this sad, mortal gray
With truth, admit we do love each other so much!

Lord blessed she and I with this powerful love.
We both are mated same as the two morning doves!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 24th, 1984

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Such Are The Masquerading Gems Of Precious Life

Such are the masquerading gems of life
Not troubling ordeals of world's wicked strife
Hold tight treasure stolen from marauding thieves
Kiss Autumn, for its splashed colors of leaves.
Thank Mother Nature for beautiful scenes
And verdant pieces of her prairie greens
That exciting splash in her roses red
And the boon seas gift this world to be fed
Hold firm that sweet gazing upon blue skies
Kiss well, each new rainbow wherein it lies.

Know we are souls that eternal life seek.
Heaven sometimes its beauty we may peek.
Follow life as if it was more than gift given.
Later paradise comes if we were true livin.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-03-2023

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing

Who believes it will come one fine-bred day
Not a beautiful queen but a beauty
A doll, a great dame, one with newborn hope
Could she be a princess that fled away?
His heart and soul said yes she surely is
Her body is ravishing, so purely true
Those sexy eyes this tender heart hurts so
She so brilliant, brainiac on a quiz.
Why does this fear enter this aching brain
Is my lurking ghost yet again speaking
O' no, those words are terrible to hear
Speak not spirit, I cannot bear the pain
Now I know laying here in these black chains
She is curse that splinters harvested grain!
Pray I not, this is accursed wrecking dream
The one where I drown in the falling rain!

That ends when she makes that venomous sting.
I fear this may be curse, that dead Vikings sing.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 9th,, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Is Another Great Day With Sun Kissing Earth


Hope is very last breath of a dying flower
The bane of that last moment a true love is lost
Precious tears falling within the dying hour
Sadness of Winter's foulest breath in new frost
Loss of sunny rays on an afternoon divine
Realization she is gone, wanting her sweet kiss
Know her magnificent love was once felt and thine
Those steamy hot nights, sensual loving you miss.

Hope is another great day with sun kissing earth
Her bright smile, her soft laughter, touch of her sweet lips
Knowing trillion dollars is less than her sweet worth
Thinking true, your Helen could too, launch thousand ships.

Hope is having faith in reality not known.
Believing in love's seed well before it has grown.

Sweethearts asking her to be your beautiful wife.
Staying happy together, a couple for life.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
Note : no date was on this poem.
likely was in the early to mid 1980's..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Walk Blighted Shadows, Two Six Guns In My Hands

I walk into stagnant murky waters true deep
Wearing my six-shooter and my gold dagger too
When dark-cast lightening invades my peaceful sleep
I can see and feel dark drop the other torn shoe
Blackest calamity follows this olden soul
No matter my stand, no matter how peaceful I do
Fate's hellish Hades levies its malicious toll
Beg I for solace, as if life it would renew
Yes, the monstrous creature still hounds my racing trail
With its razorlike dagger claws and poisonous teeth
Too many times the devil leaves his abode in Hell
Flinging his darts, to send this ole soul down beneath.

Mercy has yet to soothe life or my broken heart.
After Love has wrecked me, my heart torn apart!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec. 11th 1998

Note: This one was composed when my life was in shambles.
I fought the accursed darkness, a six gun in each hand.
I survived, lived to tell about it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And Trails Of Broken Trusts And Many Anguished Sighs

As a whisper comes to men and speaks of things
So well hidden in darkness, wherein only thoughts
Are masters of and the flowing wind thus brings
A devils urge to spit a message that the Gods brought
So much more, life undenied, the woes of mortal men
Beyond the travails infesting blue days and dark nights
Mankind's evil infests even those wishing not to dare fight.
A voice that has crept into every age and then
Gathered all the darken powers that ever were
Agreeable with evil and the wicked suppliant ear
Listening to peasants so poor they had not a cur
Rank upon rank, the hard part was slaved on out.

For in those whispers were hate and bushels of lies.
And trails of broken trust and many anguished sighs.


Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
July 27th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Alive With Hope This Mortal Flesh

Soon when storm its angry breath blows
Its drumming raid tells earth to feel
An earth's grass spreads its dark green toes
Sky cries out, this is a new deal
Alive with hope this mortal flesh

Although this soul may then tap-dance
Tho' so well I feel thrashing rain
And this heart exudes sweet romance
This soul yet cries out its dire pain
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Gleam so pretty dearest Rainbow
Beg I, heaven this soul uplifts
I love her so dear, miss her so
But truth is she ran away swift

As the splatter hits downcast face
Her rare perfume I can yet smell
Truth knows life cannot her replace
My all, feels in torturous Hell
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Heart begging to find love anew
Its hungry beats seeking true love
But memory says, I miss you
As I ask help from Lord above
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Yet each night in flies that dark hour
Which was born of deepest despair
I watch as falls stormy shower
Thinking of her beautiful hair
Alive with hope this mortal flesh.

Yet this soul knows life shall return!
As I know these love letters burn!
A brand new life I start afresh
Alive with hope this mortal flesh!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme

March 20th, 2009

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

It Happened On A Rainy Night

Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park

With ravenous beauty so wise
That love painted was no surprise
They with melded hearts therein chose
A mellow moon's glorious pose

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme


For contest, second stanza is mine.RJL

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Great Fear Grows As The Darkness Enters

When the dark, its evil eyes dares to show
Low dim lit meadows in fear cry with shout
Somewhere, somehow the evil witches grow
Fierce-some red fire that cannot be put out
Then twilight litany, dark shadows prowl
With jagged fingers, razor sharp fangs
They are the villain's spoke of by the owl
One can hear lonesome death bells as they rang
Lads, Lassies lurk back into safe abode
To warm fireplace and family well known
Pondering, is it fairy tales they've been told
Outside is the fury and evil winds blown.

Asking, is it demons, that have grown bold.
Pleading they are not taken to be sold!

Robert J. Lindley, dark Sonnet
April 13th, 1998

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Am A Victim Of The Undeniable Rhapsody Of The Blues

I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
unfathomable mysteries of the buried left hand
friend of the old blind man, lame without any shoes
master of the government playbook on rich stolen lands
Yet the abject darkness that creeps around well behind me
Seeks any innocent soul to terrorize and destroy
Yet my greater salvation is my time far out at sea
On daring missions, I have had since I was a boy.
I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues
I paid the ransom, solved a hundred new clues
I know the old blind man well, the lame man without those shoes
He won a five million bucks, I saw that in evening news.

I am a victim of the undeniable rhapsody of the blues.
Time to rest, go to my cabin, watch falling of the dew.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 20th 2009

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire

As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.

You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!

Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2018