My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Upon The Gallows Stands The Condemned


Upon the gallows stands the condemned,
the crowd slobbering for his demise.
Preacher and followers begin bible hymn
about fools not so very swift or wise.

There dancing spirits surrounding him,
this dejected and now shaking thief.
His dark, haunting past now so very dim
lost of all hope and steeped in grief.

Beelzebub stands there with wicked grin,
to welcome home the coming of the fruits.
His harvest dark and heaped over in sin,
crowd crying to see his swinging boots!

Soon darkness will bring on its release,
as stiff rope snaps into a sudden drop.
Death shall make this lost soul cease,
when his life and time will forever stop!

Gallows have done their cheering deed,
crowd lurches forth in a collective swoon.
Beelzebub, gathers the fruit of his seed
and gathers the crowd's dark joy as a boon!

Robert J. Lindley, 04-24-2015

Note: Man's judgment may be a necessary evil but the actions engaged in by
those that obeyed the carnal desires, lusts and temptations of evil are a sweet harvest for HE that gathers his fruit with a wicked grin...

Second note: Such truth as expressed in this poem turns people off(even fellow poets) because they do not want to face the truth.
It is not PC to face truth head on and deal with it in todays world.
Such attitude of not truly plugging the "holes" is how a ship sinks.
Yet perhaps thats the hidden agenda... Modern culture demands abandonment of moral principles..

Like it or not Christian morality is under severe attack.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A rare free verse write , from my private journal.-Tyr

The Goddess of Nature, A Visit

The depth of the journey ventured!
Across the vast plains I glide: the sky beaming down upon my back.
This my trek-- sends tingles into my hardened soul.
A feast! A galactic flight into the realms of Nature's mysteries.

I stand upon a forested shore, the sun speaks;
the wind beckons me forward into the welcoming glen.
I tread lightly and silently to observe without damage or distress,
the wildlife that now stirs my dreams.

As waves of purest delight enter my mind, the birds sing out in tune.
A melody so fine the earth snatches at the moon!

I hold my position to absorb this enchantment longer.
I am open my heart to grab the spirit,
the olden deity that sees my true soul.
I float in a mirage that mists my face with colors, smells and kisses of glory!

The she appears!
The Goddess of Nature, a raven haired beauty of grace.
Touching my heart as it races to catch her majesty!

This is the scene I saw in my dream before the adventure and day's sojourn.
The beauty of She that holds the sky, the woods , mountains and the seas in her hands.
Time stands still for an eternity , then...
She lets me go,
A release back into my reality.

I again see her handiwork and marvel at this gift.
This creation that mankind fails to appreciate or understand!

All is stored in a memory for replay and wonderment.
A carved image of Nature and her majesty that soothes the ever yearning heart!

Robert J. Lindley
Sept. 1993