My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Led That Path Not Taken


Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain

How stands the present crop
thistles and thorns by the wayside
Will this marathon stop
seeking my shelter calm Bay-side

Will time dare to yield
harvest of sweet, delightful fruits
Can I drop my old shield
steady in faith of my parental roots

Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain

Robert J. Lindley
02, 23, 1990

Note: This from my private journal. Hope you may enjoy...-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lost And Too Blind To Ever Again See



We gaily danced the long night away,
images emerged of kisses deep,
Brilliance songs our love did convey,
a joy that makes hearts weep.

Happiness flew about for a little while,
as life granted heavenly bliss,
Walking upon Love's golden mile,
our turn somehow we did miss.

We forgot to hold on so very tight,
with words of love not spoken,
Soon we parted without a fight,
both our souls split and broken.

Alas, healing was simply not to be,
love had abandoned it's thrill,
Lost and too blind to ever again see,
saving light upon Romance hill.

Robert J. Lindley, 06-05- 2015

[Balu]

Lost And Too Blind To Ever Again See

Thank you so much! A nice beginning of the day (Moscow time is 4:39 a.m.)

P.S.

Today is a birthday of Alexander Pushkin. Your must have heard of this name.

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...shkin_ind.html

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thank you so much! A nice beginning of the day (Moscow time is 4:39 a.m.)

P.S.

Today is a birthday of Alexander Pushkin. Your must have heard of this name.

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...shkin_ind.html

Yes, an amazing talent and one to be noticed.


The Chronicle of the Versemaker

1818
He hears with his ear, used to do it,
A whistle;
He marks, by expiration lurid,
The scripts;
Then reads to people, very busy,
His soap;
Then prints – and into waves of Lethe –
Plop!

He wrote primarily in lyrical poetry but had started writing in prose last few years of his life.
Perhaps the top Russian poetry writer of his era or even any era as many would declare!
I have read perhaps a dozen or more of his poems. Always greatly admired his fantastic talent. -Tyr

[Balu]

He wrote primarily in lyrical poetry but had started writing in prose last few years of his life.
Perhaps the top Russian poetry writer of his era or even any era as many would declare!
I have read perhaps a dozen or more of his poems. Always greatly admired his fantastic talent. -Tyr

It may be interesting to you that Pushkin's language became Russian literary standard. He wrote not only poems, but literary novels too.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

It may be interesting to you that Pushkin's language became Russian literary standard. He wrote not only poems, but literary novels too.

Yes, I knew about the novels but my interest lies primarily in poetry.
Tons of great Russian literature thats not been translated, I suspect Russian poetry too that has not been translated into English.-Tyr

[Balu]

Yes, I knew about the novels but my interest lies primarily in poetry.
Tons of great Russian literature thats not been translated, I suspect Russian poetry too that has not been translated into English.-Tyr

It's a great pity that nowadays the majority of children do not read as much as we did in their ages. And they must be pushed and forced to not to become ignorant, narrow minded and one-dimensional. I compare nowadays school program and that of my time and I am really disappointed. Thanks to Lord that I have a home library of hundreds volumes, collected for dozens years. It was a great help to give an additional "home education" to my children and grand children. Besides, I forced I forced them to attend musical school. My son and my daughter are already grateful for this. Grand children are not yet. The time has not come yet.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She Was Twenty-One And Sexy As Hell



She was twenty-one and sexy as hell
her curves rang my lusting bell.
Hair that hung to her slim waist,
her lips so pretty I wanted a taste!

Legs that promised a higher delight
girl I desired every single night.
Eyes that shouted out loving blue,
just promising hot nights with you!

Sweet voice that shouted sexy is me
I the willing flower,you are my bee.
That walk,her hips swinging in rhyme,
caused me to promise her all my time!

First night my eager mind was blown
that body slew me when it was shown.
She then taught me I needed much more,
a big job but she was up to the chore!

Second night,I just barely could move
she had worn out my mightiest groove.
Delights that sear my mind even today,
a hot baby and more I dare not say!

She was twenty-one and sexy as hell
her curves rang my lusting bell.
Hair that hung to her slim waist,
her lips so pretty I wanted a taste!

Robert J. Lindley

Note: Written long ago about a hot gal
I have never forgotten and could never forget
Yes, she was one of those! She moved to Cali, I lost track
of her after that..

[Balu]

She Was Twenty-One And Sexy As Hell

This poem MUST be placed to music to make an excellent song.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My poem was featured at my poetry site last week and I never even knew about . I've been busy with personal business and the death of my mother-in-law in the Philippines during that time.

Here is the poem and comments about it being featured . I did not post all the comments when it won second place in a contest before that. -Tyr

Comments on your poem Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey
Commented on 6/27/2015 5:43:00 PM by Lyric Man

"Hi ROBERT.. Congrats on your poem being featured on the
Soup home page.. I really enjoyed your work. Blessings, LM"

Comments on your poem Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey
Commented on 6/27/2015 2:05:00 AM by SKAT A

"Robert, Congratulations on having your poem featured this
past week. SKAT love"

Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey

Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey
(Eyes of the Hawk)

In wilderness flies the bird of prey
above the earthly fight and battle
Far from immense foaming ocean spray
far above pastures and fat cattle
Gliding along spying for its meal
with those sharp all seeing eyes
Blessed with sharp claws of steel
marauder of the gentle blue skies
Soaring in wait for its coming kill
be it furry animal,fowl or fish
Nature blesses with awe, good or ill
such meaty meals,what a tasty dish

To its victims what a monster it may be
A wonder to we that can much further see.

Robert J. Lindley
Nov, 12 1981
Note: The splendor and beauty of Nature awes us but there is the savage
side to be seen too. And that savage side teaches us that sacrifices to
survive require the ending of life of others.
Nowhere is that better seen or understood than in the actions of the
earth's predators. Those that fly interest me more, for as young boy
I dreamed of flying thousands of times.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Bloom Off The Flower,The Dying Rose



Old,blind and very ill,they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night

In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body,so silent we never hear it
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam

As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip,to Heaven or Hell
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap

What was once singing,love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on these dying old
The bloom off the flower,the dying rose
cries all face it,venturing where it goes!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015

Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sea Tumbling With Contentment


Beyond the time of complaining
in the fogs of future regrets
Dreaming of short days remaining
and great loves not known yet

Crossing the land of wonderment
could one so in love find
The comfort of soul's placement
or ease of a rested mind

Yet deeper in that enchantment
What is greater than Love
A sea tumbling with contentment
blessing sent from above

Robert J. Lindley, 06-27-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shadows Resting On Stones

I follow the birds of night seeking a roost,
place to rest my old, weary head on high.
Looking down below for my heart's big boost,
as the lonely eerie darkness drifts on by!

I follow red racing lines of my future fate,
on paths strewn with big jagged boulders.
Seeking deeper knowledge of life not too late,
fill this head resting upon my shoulders!

I follow a ghost of her soft,sweetest caress,
thin mystical veil of gently mercy sent.
Behind the wail of all that I dare confess,
sins, pains and past life so ill spent!

I follow the shadow of a fleeing old man.
From the boiling pot into the frying pan!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-08-2015


A sonnet for a change. My favorite poetry form to write in.. Hope you may enjoy this one... Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal



Dark shadows of death it enshrouds,
roaring lightning in storming clouds
Flames it destroys as it dares burn
Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn

Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills
long before creeping dawn-time chills
Yet its mercy screams out very loud
candlelight given unto good and proud

Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs
echoes songs of glistening waking frogs
Far above the ancient nighttime croaks
angels remove earthly blinding cloaks

At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks
Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015

Note: A sonnet written to ease hearts pain
and shatter the slow purple haze.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Shadow Emerges

As light was shining bright
a shadow crossed the scene
A curse in the day and night
bile spilled from the spleen;
Sickness invades a absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve
Thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts daily we must believe

Shadow has now taken its form
light's splendor it now deforms!

Robert Lindley, 06-23-2015