My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Those Times, When Memories Are Better Than Gold

Those times, when memories are better than gold
there is worth in finding such a lost thought
Remembering youthful energy, affirms I am now old
if only distant time could be stored and bought!

What of a bright future, that may not ever appear
past loves can hold ever closer future hopes
Looking back, so often can nullify greatest fear
no avalanche on memories brightened slopes!

Let the mind find its begging and desired road
such soft magic in our memorable day dreams
Can change the ugly prince into a beautiful toad
living in and around bubbling cool streams!

Alas! Curse the forgetting shadow of despair
where snow is always a blizzard so deep
Think again, see the color of her eyes and hair
remember greatest treasure before sleep!

Those times, when memories are better than gold
there is worth in finding such a lost thought
Remembering youthful energy, affirms I am now old
if only distant time could be stored and bought!


Robert J. Lindley, 09-05-2015
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Note--I just placed this poem at my poetry site as is, with no review or editing. .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Faith In A Dream A'calling


I thirst,
give me water from the tree,
of divine knowledge and light.

I desire,
wisdom to live and be free,
light to make keen my sight.

I pray,
pure heart to faithfully give,
thoughts that hold so true.

I beg,
true love to hold and live,
heart and soul set to renew.

I feel,
happiness floating in time,
family that holds me steady.

I know,
heaven to be so very sublime
and this spirit sits on ready!

No doubt,
we going into another realm,
where light gifts eternal joy.

I await,
ship with Master at the helm,
spirit nothing can ever destroy!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2015

Note--Most came to me in a dream last night.
I can only hope that I filled in the spaces correctly....

Edit...
Just saw this new contest at my poetry forum..and decided to enter this poem.
It was not written for any contest but seems like a contest was waiting on it to me!
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Sponsor Name

Laura Leiser

Contest Name

Where Do You Think You Will Spend Eternity?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Landing In My True Love, My Angel Soars Down

Looking at her dainty hands and smiling face
there in the light her heart shone
Such sweet, pure love one can never replace
first earth-bound angel I have known.

A red rose in her hand and glow in her eye
she was the magic in my every dream
So very perfect, so damn pretty I could cry
if together, wading our love's stream.

Truth was, so scared was this brave knight
fear of losing what I did not yet hold
Almost lost her being too scared of her light
just like a small child, seven years old.

Next our eyes locked and that smile she threw
there were love words unspoken sent
Life had been so boring but now all was so new
if only a first date she would consent.

As I imagined a life we could someday enjoy
she slowly rose walking on over to me
Saying, you look so lost, like a sad lonely boy
there my heart says, stands a lone tree.

Looking at her dainty hands and smiling face
there in the light her heart shone
Such sweet, pure love one can never replace
first earth-bound angel I have known.

The rest is our sweet history and life in love
she holds my heart in her right hand
My angel had soared down from heights above
right into my true love she did land.

Robert J. Lindley
Dec 17th , 2004
note, Married one week today. This dream is real.
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From my private journal. I left the old note in..
Soon be eleven glorious years and my blessings still grow. 9-08-2015

Edit-- one word changed.....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Soft Whispers, Blowing In The Wind


Sweet whispers, blowing in with the breeze
wizened words of HE who must be praised.
Sheer serenity, setting troubled soul at ease
gently reminding me of how I was raised.

As those words sing in rhythmic rhyming tune
I feel an invisible hand hold me steady.
A soft touch of divinity on this night in June
assurances, my heart and soul are ready.

Sweet whispers, they sing to me so very loud
songs that praise the One that is Risen.
Yes, his love is that which we should be proud
HE, that released our souls from dark prison.

As life gifts me, these whispers to hold tight.
Love and joy now blesses me with all its might!

Robert J. Lindley , 06-22-2015

Note-- Sonnet from my private journal.
Presented to give back to others and offer thanks
for my many blessings.
edit-- Typo corrected...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Slammed this one out this morn for a contest. -Tyr

Inside My Head, My Muse Too Often Rages


Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.

Know that this is not a raging and silly complaint
there is far more to me than madness and glue.
Yet too often your words, good words, they ain't
Set me to curse some of the wicked things you do!

How about that night you twisted my deepest love
added in words about my secret lustful thought.
Then the time you cried out, kill that damn dove!
Yes, tis' true my heart and soul you have bought.

And why can not I write one without your blather
are not my own brain birthed words fine and great.
No thanks, kiss you send is rejected, for I'd rather
you took long vacations and did not keep me up late!

Before you fly FAR away mad as a bat out of Hell
please help me with that dark poem, I am stuck.
Did I mention that I truly think you are so swell
No my friend, I'll not lay down in front of a truck!

Yes, you did toss into this write some sharp words
a strong positive you sometimes so generously add.
No, my aching head tis not full of old and lazy birds
I command that you now be sweeter and not so bad!

Hear me again, stop chattering and you just listen.
I want big stars, deeper love and words that glisten!

Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.

CONTEST POEM- NO NAME, 09-10-2015
INSIDE MY HEAD - for "OLD" poets only -
JOHN LAWLESS SPONSOR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heaven Glowing In Harmony Non-Stop


Heaven glows in, softest blue harmonizing non-stop
as it rains, they gently fall in golden teardrops.
Bold colors decorating the palaces that so shine
serenity prevails and as its loving hearts entwine.

Heaven sings about, great joy in knowing the Lord
forever to explore all, nobody ever gets bored.
Angels sing and roam about the magnificent skies
all feeling happiness there and nobody ever lies.

Heaven invites, all in faith with Father and Son
to reside in happiness there, love must be done.
Nights are lit entirely by a giant moon's glow
sweet music and dance exist in each Heavenly show.

Heaven holds dearly, words of Trinity and Love
absolute bliss reigns, insured by our God above.
No deep malice or dark ill will dares to invade
all is a celestial picnic and resting in the shade.

Heaven fulfills dreams, each a joy that is profound
circle of contentment exists, forever deep and round
Each thought a miracle, blessings arrive every hour
all rests in safety no need for a tall castle tower.

Robert J. Lindley , 09-11-2015

Note-- First two verses remembered from a dream from
last night. The rest of the poem composed from that
starting image and feeling..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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post now reposted below

Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits


There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.

Cold reality now just a dark and ragged blur
Every day ghastly, morbid scene eats my mind
Absolutely no memory of savagery heaped on her
House sealed up tight so nobody can ever find.

Red in rage, memory from bloody ages long ago
Now burdened with a lovely but rotting mess
Facing each day, a scene from a horror show
Fearing discovery of my greatest, dark distress.

A dream that night, slashing a monster's throat
Walking around in sweet red blood and gore
Satan pleased with this finely sacrificed goat
Now dark and twisted, soul demands even more.

Lurking in a long dark alley in this small town
Obeying murderous, mad urges torturing me
Waiting to seize and bring another girl down
This darkness not resting, my soul's evil sea!

There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.



**** For contest, Dark and Twisted
Contest Deadline

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What to Submit? 1 original, poem on the theme of

Dark & Twisted
Any poem ending in a great twist,
Any poem with dark imagery

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Brave Men Wade Into Shadows On Death's Ground

Power of one secret word can shatter all,
send men into war and deadly harms way.
Dead and dying on battlefields they fall
for dead glory and pittance of pay.
Brave men wade shadows on death's ground
duty bound, praying for divine reprieves.
Bloodshed reigns, ghastly deaths are found
Dark Lord lies, that eternally deceives!

Curse not legions of those fallen brave,
honor rests in dying for a true cause.
Heroes die in pain, as madmen simply rave
wasted lives best give deeper pause!
Blood gushes from spears with iron tips
lives depart in battles forgotten.
Charon sings out about his many trips
ferrying bodies gashed, dead and rotten!

Honor embraced those that fought dying well,
others lay in dark forgotten graves.
Charon took their lost souls deep into Hell
where misery lives, nothing ever saves.
No records exists of battlefield dying words
testaments of mouths gurgling red blood.
Rotting flesh, meals for hell's carrion birds
maggots feasting upon blood soaked mud!

Fear one secret word that can shatter all
duty, honor fail when wrapped in lies.
True warriors live to answer a just call
seeking life later in Vahalla's skies.
Serving truth in defending freedom's fate
they may find death to not be so hard.
Each knows with death they do have a date
and joker resting on at least one card!

Power of one secret word can shatter all,
send men into war and deadly harms way.
Dead and dying on battlefields they fall
for dead glory and pittance of pay.
Brave men wade shadows on death's ground
duty bound, praying for divine reprieves.
Bloodshed reigns, ghastly deaths are found
Dark Lord lies, that eternally deceives!

Robert J. Lindley, 02-11-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Held The Fire And Ate The Blaze

We held the fire and ate the blaze,
And love sang in its fantastic musical tones,
Such was deep pleasure we sought to raise,
Living on our love and meager bare bones.

You cried when I begged for your sweet hand,
Swearing our love would forever last,
I was so worried making such a bold stand,
Praying you would not remember my bad past.

Exultation came when you cried out- right now,
I truly knew your heart had embraced mine,
And had accepted my risky pledge and vow,
Giving me all of you, my darling so very fine!

Life gives and blesses as it tumbles onward.
With eyes wide open we must look forward!

Robert J. Lindley
MAY 9TH, 1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Golden Winged Angel Arrives

I saw a horse, its rider cloaked in flames
galloping downhill into a stream.
Creature was cursing, shouting out names
evil lived, in that nightmare dream.

Following raced demons of various stripes
clawing into defending soldiers true.
Shouting darkened curses, vile evil types
swearing death was mankind's due!

Drinking blood of their victims slain
eating, biting into human flesh.
Feasting on gore and the cries of pain
as the weak and fallen they thresh.

I saw a winged demon fly into the mêlée
each swoop crushing victims down.
Coal black and so very massive was he
with finger bones on his crown!

Battle raged on, desperate was the fight
death grew, as did agonizing cries.
Carnage and misery ruled that dark night
souls casted in hell as a crow flies.

All seemed lost, miracle could only save
those men battling dark forces.
No bodies buried in a celebrated grave
flesh eating, this menu's courses!

I saw bright flash, thunder echoing sound
demons instantly started to fall.
Their black bodies sank into the ground
upon a Golden angel's first call.

Light had arrived to oppose darkest foes
prayers had summoned this power.
Demons lay about in their death throes
faith gave victory in the last hour!

With victory cry, Golden angel flew away
survivors soon fell to bended knees.
Victory race in, moment men fell to pray
God hears and acts on faithful pleas!

Waking, found dream had indeed been true
I saw specks of blood upon my bed.
Yet, there found was an even better clue
gold-dust falling from hair on my head!

R. J. Lindley
Feb. 25th, 1981
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Old Man Sitting On A Bench In The Fog

Deep in bitter remorse, red rose in his shaking hand.
Contemplating why he had murdered her that dark night,
how even cut and dying, she had made her valiant stand.
Old man sat waiting for repeat victim on a foggy night!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-19-2015
Contest--Four Lines
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Edited and Revised today-09-21-2015

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many jealous, fellow men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Charming lady dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents


The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Beavers are busy reading for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more nuts
Black bear silently walks its well trod path
Still yard-bound the beautiful peacock struts.

Ravenous weasel scurries about seeking food
Secure in its defense the skunk moves about
Forest humming in this peaceful, serene mood
Valley below, farmers work bringing crops out.

In tallest pine on highest ridge eagle sees
All of man's activities so far down below
Now soaring in clouds above forested trees
Majestic high flying image puts on a show.

The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-18-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thinking Only Of His Hungry Children's Pleas

Treading down the path to massive stand of trees,
dedicated father with worries in his head.
Thinking only of his hungry children's pleas,
he rose early from his warm and cozy bed.

He raced onward a sharp axe in his right hand,
hard work and sweat would not stop him.
Ready to gather up part of this abundant land,
he whistled, softly singing a bible hymn.

His only rest, was stopping to eat around noon,
his mind again turned to his hungry kids.
Harvest this bounty and bring home food soon,
saddened how their life had hit the skids.

House fire early last year had taken all they had,
still recovering, he prayed for relief.
He had loved ones, his life was not so bad,
almost gone was his self-pity and grief.

Sunset, now he could go collect his day's pay,
race to a store to buy his family food.
Thanking a merciful God,stopping only to pray,
sweetest blessing came changing his mood.

At home at last, food cooking on the stove,
this father mused about his lot in life.
Living in a new home in a beautiful oak grove,
he thanked God for family and dear wife.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-19-2015

Contest write.. very loosely based upon my own father's life..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

April, Sweet Sounds Of Life

April, Sweet Sounds Of Life
( A Bird Singing To Me)



Sweetest, softest sounds I ever heard
were sweet notes of a mockingbird.
Sitting up high in an old, dead oak tree
far above busy hive of honey bees.


April is here with its wet, hard rains
hitting us like many wrecking trains.
Warm winds start replacing chilly cold
as we long for those happy days of old.


Joy sounds in the notes of mockingbirds
like sweet whispers of a lover's words.
Please, listen today if you think you can
will cheer the soul of any lonely man.

Robert J. Lindley -04-17-2014

Note- This poem edited today and more details added
primarily in the note.
This poem was written based on a memory from
decades ago. A visit to my favorite woods. To my favorite spot there
and my resting under an old elm tree. Moments later a mockingbird
flew and landed on the old dead oak tree in front of where I rested
and serenaded me. Just as IF it had been sent !! In fact, it stayed there
until I got up to leave and followed me right up to the road where my
car was park. I noted that strange bird behavior..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O Send Me A Rose On A Gold Tray, A Rose

O send me a rose on a gold tray, a rose,
And wait for summer's midnight hour
From the epic gleams of light you I chose,
And the color in bright meadow's flower.

Hold love's soft embrace firmly in hand,
Where your breathe whispers in glee
Dancing in time having not hear the band,
Forever memories, memories of you and me.

A red rose gracing your long dark hair,
Sweetest echoes rang out in my mind
From first touch, knew you truly care,
Forever united our hearts we find.

Splashes of color, gleaming on that rose,
Your grace matched that brilliant flower
How we both knew that moment God knows,
We swam in the river flowing love's power.

O send me a rose on a gold tray, a rose,
And wait for summer's midnight hour
From the epic gleams of light you I chose,
And the color in bright meadow's flower.

R.J. Lindley
Jan. 8th, 1979

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Recently edited, now the final version..-Tyr

A Rainbow Sings

Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late

Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces

A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow

Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
Hopes and dreams of inspired poets like me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014

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