My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more rocks, I am wise and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings
I need sweet companion just to hold her
spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared call out but I refuse
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell
Mercy arrived today, from far above
told me, see her as dust in a dry well

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love,so deep in a blind trance

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017

Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.

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New version in ten syllable verses.. 12-12-2017--Tyr

Whisper Soft To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more rocks, I am wiser and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings.
I need sweet companion, just to hold her
spirit that made my soul feel as it sings.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain.
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared, call out but I refuse.
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell.
Mercy arrived today, from far above
declaring, she is dust in a dry well.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance.
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love, so deep in that blind trance.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.

Whisper soft to me again as you fade
from misery-meal your deceptions made.

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In process of composing, storing here now, to be sure it is not lost as has happened before! .. Tyr


The Night Rudolph and Santa's Sled Got Stuck

Twas' night before Christmas, Santa's sleigh was hard stuck
but Christmas was saved by farmer Ted's mule, Ole Buck.
With Rudolph exhausted, his nose still shining bright red
team pulls hard, to deliver while kids sleep in bed!

Bad blizzard had caught Santa and his famous team
In fear reindeer cried, all was lost or so it seem
Rushing, Santa landed in a snowbank that night
his sleigh sinking deep, O' what a frightening sight!

Santa yelled, "come on, we have to get this sleigh free"
For all the world's children depend on you and me!
An hour of pulling, the reindeer at greatest strain
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!

Just then Rudolph breaking down, let out loudest scream
"Please, please help us, frëe dearest Santa's Christmas team"
Ole buck, had heard through all that blizzard howling wind
started braying loud for his master to help send!

Farmer Ted bolted up, screeching screams he now heard
through fierce howling winds, he caught Rudolph's pleading words.
"Help, help, for the children and Christmas set us free"
"All will be lost, no gifts will be under each tree"!

In a flash out the door, to Buck's red barn he raced
For to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Old buck was willing and ready, eager to go
Out they ran in the blizzard wading the deep snow!

Round the bend, far away upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's hard stuck sleigh, O' what a great thrill
Once there, they heard all the reindeer this loudly cheer
Hurrah, we are saved, for Christmas is saved this year!

With ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sleigh
Buck and reindeer pulled, with Rudolph leading the way
Santa cried, "free us, deliveries we must make"
"Free us this snowy Christmas night for goodness sake"!

With a hard grunt and a huge and mighty strong yank
Santa's sleigh was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted, gave all some warm chocolate to drink
Buck the mule had saved all, who such would ever think?

Santa then gave his blessings, thanking one and all
saying, off we must fly, finish Christmas night's haul!
With that said and a hearty and thankful goodbye
Away they rose into that blizzard snowing sky!

Farmer Ted walked Ole Buck back to this red barn
Many have cried, this was all just a Christmas yarn
That is until they go there and this they do find
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind"!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017

I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!! -Tyr

[Russ]

The Night Rudolph and Santa's Sled Got Stuck

Twas' night before Christmas, Santa's sleigh was hard stuck
but Christmas was saved by farmer Ted's mule, Ole Buck.
With Rudolph exhausted, his nose still shining bright red
reindeer pulling hard, could not free that heavy sled!

Bad blizzard had caught Santa and his famous team
In fear reindeer cried, all was lost or so it seem
Rushing, Santa landed in a snowbank that night
his sled sinking deep, O' what a frightening sight!

Santa yelled, "come on, we have to get this sled free"
For all the world's children depend on you and me!
An hour of pulling, the reindeer at greatest strain
all to no avail, for not a foot could they gain!

Just then Rudolph breaking down, let out loudest scream
"Please, please help us, frëe dearest Santa's Christmas team"
Ole buck, had heard through all that blizzard howling wind
started braying loud for his master to help send!

Farmer Ted bolted up, screeching screams he now heard
through fierce howling winds, he caught Rudolph's pleading words.
"Help, help, for the children and Christmas set us free"
"All will be lost, no gifts will be under each tree"!

In a flash out the door, to Buck's red barn he raced
For to let Santa down now, he would be disgraced!
Old buck was willing and ready, eager to go
Out they ran in the blizzard wading the deep snow!

Round the bend, far away upon the giant hill
they saw Santa's hard stuck sleigh, O' what a great thrill
Once there, they heard all the reindeer this loudly cheer
Hurrah, we are saved, for Christmas is saved this year!

With ole Buck hitched fast to Santa's stuck Christmas sled
Buck and reindeer pulled, with Rudolph's nose shining red
Santa cried, "free us, deliveries we must make"
"Free us this snowy Christmas night for goodness sake"!

With a hard grunt and a huge and mighty strong yank
Santa's sled was freed, and they had Ole Buck to thank!
Farmer Ted, gave all some warm chocolate to drink
Buck the mule had saved all, who such would ever think?

Santa then gave his blessings, thanking one and all
saying, off we must fly, finish Christmas night's haul!
With that said and a hearty and thankful goodbye
Away they rose into that blizzard snowing sky!

Farmer Ted walked Ole Buck back to this red barn
Many have cried, this was all just a Christmas yarn
That is until they go there and this they do find
Sign Santa left, - " Here Ole Buck saved my fat behind"!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2017

I wrote this today, both for Christmas, all its eager children and for my son's eleventh birthday tomorrow.
Going to print it out and give it as another present to him that I so love with my all!!! -Tyr

What a great idea for a Christmas poem. Love it

Russ , I edited one word in my poem that you quoted. Thanks.. Tyr

[SassyLady]

I think Try is extremely talented writer ... so many words brought together to evoke memories, ideas, fantasies and reality.

Trust me ... I've tired and it takes me forever to mentally find right word to get my point across. His just seems flow out the end of the pen (or fingers on keyboard).

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I think Try is extremely talented writer ... so many words brought together to evoke memories, ideas, fantasies and reality.

Trust me ... I've tired and it takes me forever to mentally find right word to get my point across. His just seems flow out the end of the pen (or fingers on keyboard).

Well not always my friend. Most do but sometimes when I write to a contest theme given by the contest sponsor, I struggle a bit to stay within the contest requirements while still maintaining my own personal form/style and poetic principles.
Such is especially true if the contest theme does not truly inspire the poet to write.
AS TRUE INSPIRATION FUELS THE FIRES IN A POET'S HEART AND SOUL..
WHICH I AM SURE THAT YOU ALREADY KNOW..-Tyr

[SassyLady]

Here's one I wrote back in 2015.

Moved to my thread. Sorry Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Here's one I wrote back in 2015.

Moved to my thread. Sorry Robert.

Would not have been a problem had you let your fine poem remain in this thread my friend.
I love your poetry and its heart and soul that reveals your emerging great talent...-- -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From A Time When Our Sweet World Imploded

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something just was not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark
But I knew where sweet love was, right where we threw it
And my love, my love we both went blind and blew it
Hell, it was not our time to up and say screw it
So let us meet later tonight and redo it….

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?
Now our sorrows weep deeply and both hearts sad ache
And this terrible darkness we just cannot shake
Loss we are, for life truly has no damn meaning
Harvest burnt up, ashes are its pallid gleanings.

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?

R.J. Lindley,
( When Our Love Fell Into A Dark Bottomless Pit )

[LongTermGuy]

From A Time When Our Sweet World Imploded

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something just was not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark
But I knew where sweet love was, right where we threw it
And my love, my love we both went blind and blew it
Hell, it was not our time to up and say screw it
So let us meet later tonight and redo it….

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?
Now our sorrows weep deeply and both hearts sad ache
And this terrible darkness we just cannot shake
Loss we are, for life truly has no damn meaning
Harvest burnt up, ashes are its pallid gleanings.

I reached for a handful of earth to hold tight
For our love went awry, something was just not right
And in that basket of sad and destructive dark
It damn sure hurt a lot, left its deep scarring mark…

We flew into that storm but we did not choose it
It was paradise why the hell did we lose it
It was our sweet gentle ocean to slow cruise it
There was love and romance, why did we abuse it?

R.J. Lindley,
( When Our Love Fell Into A Dark Bottomless Pit )

I Liked your poem so much ...that...It `made me` find this one...

"Paradise Lost"

​https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literatu...ook-i/book-i-3

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Liked your poem so much ...that...It `made me` find this one...

"Paradise Lost"

​https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literatu...ook-i/book-i-3

I like it my friend. Some mighty keen insight you have!
Paradise Lost is by many considered to be Milton's greatest work.....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beg I Light, That This Heart And Soul May See

Sorrow have you become my only friend
As your morbid touch decays heart's true fires
Shall your beast - death, grant release in the end
Forbid joyful dreams and that which so inspires
Seal this soul to therein darkness descend
Into abyss, where blackness never tires?
Dare I beg of the sun's bright golden rays
That which as yet prayers have not gained
Illumination that casts dark away
Bleaching white youthful years that were stained
Relief sparsely given that fails to stay
Setting course that life has now so pained?
Pray tell, shall this life ever blessings yield
Shall I race forth into eternity
Or perish as do flowers in the field
With no more than a glimpse at infinity
Fighting as knight with neither sword or shield
Die not finding peaceful serenity?

Nay, such failure cannot ever so be
Our souls were created by divine hands
Man did not simply emerge from black seas
Instead was meant to rule these earthen lands
Not by tears, or pitiful begging pleas
Rather with true faith, life's travails withstand!

Robert J. Lindley,
Date: December 6th, 2020
Inspiration found.

SilentOne's
Catharsis Poetry Contest
Contest Description
Catharsis is the process of releasing strong or pent-up emotions through art. Aristotle coined the term catharsis—which comes from the Greek kathairein meaning "to cleanse or purge"—to describe the release of emotional tension that he believed spectators experienced while watching dramatic tragedy.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Early Spring Morn

old broken church bell
golden rays, Sunday morning
narrow forest path

Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2020
haiku

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dare We Bring Poe, Raven From Darken Grave


Hating blade yet they are so quick to cut
in glee at dark spilled blood, yet lack the guts
walking forth with halo's, prayers said in haste
may find dark verse is neither bad, nor waste.

Remove your anger and pie from your eyes
life may be wishing but truth never dies
Art's true power, is in poets that are free
as birds in a magnificent bright tree.

When verse sings reality in dark tune
no cloud covers sweetness of golden moon
when inked words are strong, so bold and so dark
poet shows life even if sad and stark!

We live, we boldly write, we do not cave
Dare we bring Poe, Raven from darken grave!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-30-2019
Sonnet, ( A Poet Must Write What Soul Sends, Heart Sings )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019