My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Time, It So Cleverly Slips Away


Time slipped, slipped into the sunset mist
looking back, I saw only half done list
There was that trip to a green island shore
never arrived there, missed so much more!

Time raced, quickly raced so very far away
Looking back, heart sinks into dismay
There was her hand, that touch forever gone
never gotten, was her sweet love alone!

Time fled, fled into that bitterly dark sorrow
looking back, heartache eats tomorrow
There was love, gathered at such a dear cost
never gotten, greatest treasure now lost!

Time, time why ever did you dare race me?
The faster I chased, the faster you did flee!

Robert Lindley
May 9th, 1990

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Old And Holding Aces

I am old, youth lost does so deeply hurt
no more whiskey drinking brawls,
now slow and tired feeling older than dirt
no longer chase the pretty gals at all.

I am old, bad knees and snow on my head
no more , wild nights out dancing,
watch late news, now fall asleep instead
gone forever are my days out prancing.

I am old, can see the doorway awaiting
slow stepping my way over there,
Love-life over, no more sweet mating
I now can only sadly look and stare.

I am old, just damn glad to have now made it!
Now do I, hold onto my two aces or do I split?

Robert J. Lindley. 08-21-2015

Note- Sonnet mixture of truth , humor and
a sad realty!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Storm And Thunder, We Didn't Listen

We met, raging waterfalls glisten
our hearts ate into our souls
Storm and thunder, we didn't listen
love burned as red hot coals!

Its was Spring and clear sunny skies
your whispers melted into my mind
Time stopped then suddenly it flies
my heavens, what a sweet find!

A single night, such a sad separation
your body I craved every hour
That face, heart's great inspiration
your soul, a delicate flower!

Every moment became another feast
we together, my heart a'singing
Your smile, rising dawn from the East
your voice, sweet echoes a'ringing

Summer came, we found greater loves
waltzing in the cool rains
Soon we became birds, nesting doves
our lives aching with no pains!

We met, the waterfalls glisten
our hearts ate into our souls
Storm and thunder, we didn't listen
love burned as red hot coals!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-21-2015

[LongTermGuy]

Thunder Storm

Kathleen M. Martin


`As thunder rumbled, wondered I:
How come this grumble from the sky?

And lightning flashed and tore asunder,
This very sky that I stand under!

Hot and humid was the day,
In that sticky summer way;
And hot air thought it would be wise,
To take its stifling clouds and rise.

And so the clouds of cumulus,
Gave themselves and upward thrust.
At break-neck speed, they did collide,

With cold air on the other side.
Hello! Said hot air to the cold,
(Which made the clouds upset, I'm told.)

For at their tops, in their defense,
They carried anvils, quite immense.
But hot air flashed cold air a smile,
Which could be seen for many miles;
And cold air cried in great delight,
Which shook the sky with force and might.
Clouds, unimpressed and unafraid,
Began to rain on their parade.

But people just below on earth,
Alarmed at hot and cold's great mirth,
Dropped their chores and ran for cover
To give privacy to these two lovers.
For love, although we think it warm,
Can be as violent as a storm.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She That Sought Stars, Caught Only Me


She that sought the stars, instead caught only me
with no money no fancy cars, I was a stoic tree
no deep lover's arrow pierced my stolid heart
stars had made our love firm in its eternal chart!

Bright moon beamed its approval with a deep glow
its love rays reflected back from the whitest snow
there was an image resident in her beautiful eyes
of sweetness and a longing touch reaching the skies.

All fell into united dream, paradise was our bond
becoming beautiful lily pads in our Eden's pond
she that made this soul dance and joyfully sing
life held both our spirits and my soul made king!

Universe less vacate, as this love filled its space.
Eternity our reward, as future happiness we now face!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dead Men Do Tell Tales

I saw, the rot of sad, deep selfish desires,
burning endlessly in clever fires
Piles of cash a tall mountain high
stolen by those that cleverly steal and lie
six lying days every week ,
while they race into church pretending
to be ever so mild and meek

The preacher crying all to give so much more
while he lives in a mansion with a golden door
drunks living with no other life
have sacrificed family and wife
naked women on the the street,
selling their pride and body like meat
hustlers getting rich selling poisonous dope
as they hang themselves with an evil rope

I looked for solace and found there was none
just endless cowards crying on the run
A world teaching wrong is so damn right
blind monkeys never seeing the light
dancing in fruitless trees,
tree-rats eating with relish their rotting cheese

Looking for Spring to bring life anew
I too am blind and without a damn clue
a fool holding onto a false hope
on a tight leash and even shorter rope

Where is the miracle we each think can come
we see it shining there for some
A treasure glaring in the glimmering Sun
gifted not stolen by guile and a gun
So I finally turned to family for relief
ease my Soul, winter in my long lost belief
that Life must give us all a saving line
other than more food when we sit to dine

R.J. Lindley
Nov 9th, 1984
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Monkey Often Doing Just As I Please


Ahh yes, I swing in one of those fruitless trees,
a monkey often doing just as I please
yet dare to think to have so much more
salvation on a far away dazzling shore
My arrogance is in my daring to wish to be better
a fool writing fantasy in an inquiry letter
Is death the only, the one saving grace
a vacation from this sadness infecting the human race

I wonder, can man ever journey forth without greed
without pride of the darkness in his seed
with the guiding light pointing to that place
where joy and love beams in every shining face
All the vanity I once held firmly, so damn dear
was no more than vanishing suds in my lousy beer
Standing now to look over my own selfish deeds
I see a child still lost in the tall, tall weeds
sometimes crying for help to rush on to rescue
is sweet salvation only for the chosen few

Spring came when I had completely given up on me
a beaten man , crying out in a desperate plea
Once I had lost my arrogant, foolish pride
I had no shelter in which to stupidly hide
As darkness raced to force me into its trap
that restraining leash did finally snap
I took one step into the waiting light
away from darkness of that life enslaving night

R.J. Lindley
Aug.19th 1987
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The Dying Of The Light


The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Mind eats its own bread,
sorrow plays a game
Who cares if you are dead
life is evil and often lame.
Future waits for no man,
death lays traps with glue
No good to have a great plan
if the devil is truly after you!

The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Tomorrow hides from today,
pain slinks in unannounced
Too many, too little pay
imps waiting just to pounce.
Cry for help and more light
the echoes serve to please
The devils of each midnight
eat crying souls with such ease!

Robert J. Lindley. 08-08-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Held, Forever Loving Like This

Left behind, glory and tragedy, fateful twins
Left behind, love and hate, desperate foes
Left behind, courage and fear, never friends
Left behind, youth and beauty, just way it goes!

Looking ahead, wealth and fame, seek great highs
Looking ahead, faith and love, aim even higher
Looking ahead, comfort and hope, time so flies
Looking ahead, earth and paradise, not a denier!

Memories found, long and deep, O' sweet joy
Memories found, love and nights, such hot love
Memories found, favorite shade tree, as a boy
Memories found, her hand in mine, like a glove!

Hope held, days in love, nights in sweeter bliss
Hope held, finding out Heaven, to be so like this!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2015

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SPRING SHOWERS

S oon the rains fall to replenish mother earth
P lanting beauty for all it's glorious worth
R enewing life and splendor so very divine
I n step with Nature and God's holy shrine
N ew life bursting ever magnificently forth
G iving relief from cold winds from the North

S tarting billions of new lives serving us all
H eaping green all over this very precious ball
O nly this can replenish fruits of mother Earth
W hen the soil needs sweet liquid to gift birth
E ach drop serves to maintain Nature's firm grasp
R oaring down with each promise so dearly in clasp
S hifting fertile soil like a very finely honed rasp

Robert J. Lindley, 06-15-2014

Francine Roberts
Contest Name , Summer Acrostic, 1)Spring Showers , 2) Summer Rain,

3)Morning Breaks 4) On the Beach, 5) Vacation Time 6)Summer Sunset

7) The Sun's Rays 8) Summer Moon....
Pick one of these for your acrostic
and post the form as acrostic (even if it's also a rhyme) and also use
it as your poems title.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Risking The Perils Of The Long Road


Sitting so happily silent as a sleeping toad
Wild forest stirring my thirst for adventure
Sun wakes me, soon walking down this long road
Racing stream alongside a great thirst quencher.

Ahead are fields of gold covering acres of wheat
I hear fantastic thrills and ladies a'calling
Mystery awaits the bold, the dreams I shall meet
Not to fear the wickedly bad and the falling
Happiness, song and love- food that I shall eat
Onward! Now time to stop the useless stalling.

My mind dreaming of the first lady I will kiss
There is pleasure in the sweetest anticipation
And love dancing my life must never dare miss
Songs flying forth to claim her great adulation.

Each curve sends me into its beautiful new realm
Where Sun sets on my heart's dearest destination
Treasures and dreams in the bounty, so overwhelm
Spirit soon speaks in joyous and dear affirmation
Ahead a golden palace shines in its deep creation
Granted the miracle far beyond humble expectation.

Never again sitting as silent as a sleepy 'ole toad
Treasures ahead, risking the perils of the long road!

R. J. Lindley
Feb, 25th 1972

NOTE- Presented as was written decades ago ,
no editing...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Loving A Beautiful Vanishing Spirit

Coming in a flash, vanishing into the night
A mirage or spirit that so tempts me.
Each midnight longing for delicious delight
O' the misery when she races to flee.

Tempting her to stay longer with a song
singing of radiant and soft love.
Slowly increasing, nursing her to stay long
song brings angels in from above.

First steamy night in the month of June
a trap was so very cleverly set.
Beneath the glow of a love beaming moon
we blessedly and miraculously met!

As her light changed into that soft flesh
my heart exploded with deepest joy.
We danced, our souls then magically mesh
moment of rapture we both did enjoy.

For months my ardor did massively grow
our relationship, sweet song in tune.
With unbelievable loving memories in tow
from disaster, surely we were immune.

Alas, cruel fate, that tormentor so dark
cut in to sow jealousy and despair.
Reality became a monster ravenously stark
her leaving loomed large in the air!

Night filled with heartache and epic pain
she cried that she was to go away.
Her sad words set me ablaze and insane
desperately begging her to stay.

This our deep love, tis' not meant to be
she cried fleeing forever into night
I was a ship, you the splashing blue sea
forever, I now must dock out of sight

Words that haunt my every sad waking hour
memories of eyes that ate my soul
She the diamond that gave us loving power
I was but the humble lump of coal!

R.J. Lindley
May 26th,1980

NOTE- She is gone, a crater rests within my heart
to live all alone, I now so sadly must start..
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Presented with old note as it was written, no edits.
Robert J. Lindley, 08-28-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sweet Words, Touches, Nights Of Pure Bliss

She, that flower resting next to my heart
Her laugh, an echo into my feverish mind
Cupid had accurately cast that loving dart
memory so soothes me in this mental rewind!

Beautiful lady advanced in mental charms
Petals in her radiant flower, seized me
My heart racing, my mind sending alarms
Yet love told me to grab on and not flee.

Recalling stars shining on our first night
As Heaven beamed down its glowing approval
We both, cried for this love at first sight
Longing for eternity, giving death's removal.

Sweet words, touches, nights of pure bliss
Paradise had crashed into our little world
Thank God, this pretty angel I did not miss
As her light was sent me, by a heavenly hurl.

My teacher, taught me, first how to dance
Made my heart opened up with gentle tears
Romance blossomed, nothing was left to chance
This love was the treasure that it appears.

She, that flower resting next to my heart
Her laugh, an echo into my feverish mind
Cupid had accurately cast that loving dart
memory so soothes me in this mental rewind!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-29-2015

[Russ]

You are definitely a talented poet, Robert. Thanks for sharing your works on the board.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You are definitely a talented poet, Robert. Thanks for sharing your works on the board.

Thanks my friend.
Is more than enough reward for me if any poem gives pleasure or helps another in some way. I've never actively promoted my poems. I never link them to Facebook, Twitter, etc. yet many have very high numbers of reads/views on my poetry site--one has well over 4,000 views at that site alone.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Our Private Moments, Dreams In Fairy Fields


All of you, your smile, captured all of me
Was no mistake, my heart was not denying
Your love-kiss had power of a splashing sea
You captured me, this heart tis' not a'lying!

Fairest of all, with red rose in your hair
Cursing the world every time you walked away
Missing you hurt and gave me a mighty scare
My heart ached, as walking away you did sashay.

Our private moments, dreams in fairy fields
Nights there on your softest satin sheets
Such depth, pleasured love giving its yields
Ecstasy raging in, as passion flows and heats.

What we once had, fleeting but so very rare
Rainbow treasure, gold heaped in mythical pots
Life gave, heartlessly took away, tis' not fair
Fate's savage firing hit me with all its shots.

All of you, your smile, captured all of me
Was no mistake, my heart was not denying
Your love-kiss had power of a splashing sea
You captured me, this heart tis' not a'lying!

R.J. Lindley
April 17th 1983

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poet...article/249044

PROSE FROM POETRY MAGAZINE
Author’s Note: On Writing with Bashō, Buson, and Issa
BY MATTHEW ROHRER


In the past I did a lot of collaborative writing with Joshua Beckman. We wrote hundreds of poems together, published a book, went on a tour across the country, and released an audio CD of our live improvised performances. I’ve never had more fun writing than during that time, and it affected the way I’ve written ever since. If a poem isn’t exciting and surprising, and isn’t actually fun to write, I have to stop — I don’t trust it, and why should the reader?

One day last year, on the subway back to Brooklyn, I felt stymied and sluggish in my writing, and wanted to collaborate with someone, but was all alone. Or so I thought, until I remembered I had Robert Hass’s beautiful haiku anthology in my bag. I had Bashō and Buson and Issa with me, and so I turned to them. They were challenging partners. I tried to write lines that sound a lot like them, while using lines of theirs that sound as modern as possible. For me these poems were thrilling to write; the act of responding to the other partner in the collaboration is like a live performance, even when it’s just on the page. I think that in the end Bashō, Buson, and Issa did not mind.


Originally Published: November 3, 2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves


Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile, a man's imagination could fly
Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye!

What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves
Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves
That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing
When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing!

There was such treasure in the sight of her legs
So much that sooner or later every man begs
The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts
Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests!

Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known
She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone!

Note, A sexy sonnet about ***** ******** -- I met her last night.

R.J. Lindley
July 27th, 1979
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PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note.
Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...
I can still see her image from that first night!
Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Night Walk, Nature Then Talks

Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!

Forrest path was wide and very well worn
I had walked hundreds of time before.
This night my mind and my heart both torn
my wife had just walked out the door!

My flashlight was not needed much at all
full moon spraying light on the ground.
I reflected back to our love and its fall
how love troubles follow me around!

Yet farther I went,calmer my soul became
mother Nature sensed my agonizing pain
She was assuring that she'd be the same
giving me a renewed spirit like rain!

I saw night creatures scurry all about
watching me with those glowing eyes.
My heart almost happily sang to leap out
beauty came and my mind felt the skies!

Starlight merged,shining moon cried aloud
trees then began to very softly speak
Starlit night-sky without a hiding cloud
warm tears were now wetting my cheeks!

Why O' why did my dear wife wish me to die
had not I bought her this sweet land.
Nature showed me lonely in the night sky
sometimes leaving is taking that stand!

Then an owl called out its lonesome hoot
there was healing in that great call.
Had I not my life and good health to boot
life again could be a dancing ball!

Nature moved me to settle this great hurt
to enjoy so deep the God gifted scenes.
Allow the heart to again dance and spurt
Grab onto hope by any and all means!

Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!

Returning now,down this old well worn path
stars and moon spraying ever brighter.
Gone were pains and my dark and evil wrath
heart and soul soothed and much lighter!

R.J. Lindley
Sept,3rd 1975

Note-- Presenting this poem , a gem from my private
journal. Forty years ago today! Written when I was
a healthy, robust young 21 years old and so full of
piss and vinegar.

edited-- word corrected..