My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stand In The Shadow Of A Tall Mountain


I went, to stand in the shadow of a tall mountain
not content to sail the deep blue seas.
Delicious sweet that bubbling brook, my fountain
amidst the flowers and massive tall trees.
Morning Sun brought glory within shiny bright rays
splattering across the wilderness cover.
To live, embrace the wonder of such majestic days
fly into the clouds there and just hover.

Solitude bringing into life clear and soft sounds
echoes that quietly invade my searching mind.
Daily Nature walking, doing my eager long rounds
every moment expecting another great find.

Watching the grazing of the skittish, wary deer
mind's glow steadying my new racing heart.
Imagining magnificent beauty wrapping me all year
the paradise held aloft in my soul's chart.

Each Spring this wilderness destination is my goal
trekking into this deep forested retreat.
Wrestling with dark pains eating away at my soul
knowing this place staves off my defeat.

I race, to stand in the shadow of a tall mountain
not content to sail the deep blue seas.
Delicious sweet that bubbling brook, my fountain
amidst the flowers and massive tall trees.
Morning Sun brought glory within shiny bright rays
splattering across the wilderness cover.
To love, embrace the wonder of such majestic days
fly into the clouds there and just hover.

Robert Lindley
May twenty-three ,1988

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bitter Tears Will Never Stain Your Face

You broke this loving heart, knowing not how
bitter tears will never stain your face.
As you seek love's pleasure only to take a bow
I realize my own, my own foolish disgrace!

Within memories of long and hot steaming nights
pierce shards of jagged and broken glass.
You that promised faithful love , sweetest sights
turned vicious, wicked and so damn crass!

Our last night, you promised deep love forever
instead I found your sharpest gut shots.
Hit me, sent me into dark and sad world I never
knew was full of your hates and evil rots!

My disgrace was still giving you another chance
a night for you to again slash me deep.
I gave my all, this heart dwelt in true romance
while yours lived in treachery you keep!

You broke this loving heart, knowing not how
bitter tears will never stain your face.
As you seek love's pleasure only to take a bow
I realize my own, my own foolish disgrace!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2014

Note- Contest write but was never entered.
Death of a friend put me in a blue mood and I
shelved this poem.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fate Graces Me Now, A Rainbow Filling Up My Sky

Softly slumbering in the shadows of my sad past
until mercifully forced opened eye at last.
Revising all the sweet memories filling my heart
fearful that these too may someday depart!

As I roam forth in the midst of never ending time
my imagined glories, are they worth a dime?
Is it too late? Basking in glow of setting sun
Will I find, imagined victories were falsely won?

The long nights with lovers I imagined very fine
were dreams enlarged to fit a pleasing frame.
Hot love, meals on which I did so eagerly dine
nothing more that foolish romantic games!

Nay, dare not think such a sad, terrible thought
pierce my side, just to see if I am dead.
Such are not sweet fantasies my desires bought
or foolish, mad ramblings resting in my head.

Looking back, time so clearly shows those gems
images my Life declares lovingly true.
Like gold laced borders on royal garments hems
each one of a majestic colorful hue.

Fate graces me now, a rainbow filling up my sky
I dared not to dream of such in my old age.
He never succeeds that dares not to ever try
to live is to gamble, says the bearded sage!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-25-2015

Note-edited now , final version

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Halloween And Bloody Body Parts On Roast


Soul saving, mad ravings shine without stars
dead thoughts spin upon a dark wheel.
Bluest blind eyes stored in large pickle jars
deep cuts, gladly met with a squeal.
Dark rooms full of gore and bloody dead things
treasures a monster loves to collect.
Hands rotting, fingers still holding gold rings
nasty and dusty from beast's neglect.

New additions, coming soon on Halloween night
boys and girls, their cut off bloody ears.
Monster does far more than just terrible fright
to instill in the kids deep ghastly fears!

This night, brings out goblins, ghouls and ghosts
human body parts, on fires these monsters roast!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-25-2015

Note- Written for my son Justin tonight.
He asked me to write another very scary one
for Halloween..

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Dreaming of Elysian Fields



Those dreams of Elysian Fields I so miss
gentle days by the Okeanos flow
Soothing nights with you in such bliss
our souls flying with hearts in tow

Long days spent on the Fortunate Isle
walking the shady parks of Pindar fame
You dancing, dressed in golden style
loving echoes of you calling out my name

Cronus dare not take your sweet hand
for fear of my defending assault
We sing and dance with angelic band
in pleasure our true love has bought

Elysian angels dancing at your feet
the chorus of admirers a great throng
All is perfect, our lives a treat
joyous eternally in our own love song

By the Gods, your beauty breaks ground
your eyes, pools of pure liquid blue
My treasure, your pure heart I found
My blessing, a joyous living with you.


Robert J. Lindley, 02-25-2015

Noted- Edited tonight , 09-25-2015 and concluding stanza added.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hate, A Raging God Unto Its Darkened Crown


Hate like a tightly strung guitar, waits
for invisible touches that will set.
Burning torches against strong wooden gate
bring ashes from blazing hot sunset.

Can a deep hater ever see into dark soul
reflections that shatters his eyes.
Blind in his diggings, like some mole
immune from pitiful victim's cries!

Alas! Hate shadows heart's weakened pleas
black circle invading its sad plain.
Birthing mighty storms upon once calm seas
often its host goes completely insane!

Hate, a raging god unto its darkened crown.
Deep blackness that burns innocence down!

Robert J. Lindley 09-26-2015
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Flowers Are Miracles That Grow

C olors that splash and blend to heal
L ove held firm in holding hands.
O ne love that gifts fantastic thrill
V isions of peace in all lands.
E very heart finds destined true love
R emembering joys from above.

M eadows, flowers flowing up the hill
I nvite my soul to cleave to hers.
R acing out into winter's snowy chill
A soft touch she lovingly prefers.
C atching life and bottling its glee
L iving our life, just her and me.
E ternal hope as large as an Oak tree.
S weetest honey from my beautiful bee.

G oing out into a cool summer rain
R unning into her soft embrace.
O ften riding in her treasure train.
W ith smiles upon euphoric face.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2015
( Clover, Miracles Grow)

What Life Means To You - Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Nayda Negron
Contest Name-
What Life Means To You.

EDIT-
Contest closed before I remembered to enter this poem. lol
I have done that over a dozen times this year so far .

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written for important contest..-Tyr

In Response To My First Poem

-Inner Spirit-


A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay.
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul,
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?


Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of, if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine,
take strong stands and draw many a hard line.


Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live,
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give.
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from the smallest of little seeds!

04-26-2014

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My Response

He remained true to a dedicated and uplifting vow
Although, a weak vessel made of red, cracking clay.
Years had taken a slashing toll, in great pain now
Yet his huge heart still sang out in its own way!

That terrible destruction time always seems to wreck
Dark, sad seeds planted in so many weakening souls.
Such looming obstacles hindered his long, lonely trek
Prayed he each day with faith to reach all his goals!

As many did in truth point out his stinging defeats
He begged pardon, crying his heart did remain true.
Only after helping others in their successful feats
Could his heart and soul celebrate with all of you!

Shining inner spirit, resting most secure in his mind
Watching as his last candle flickered and burned out.
Forever praying that deep love and faith all may find
Lights flashing, he flew away at the first angel's shout!


09-28-2015

For 12th Contest, Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"

Update--This poem placed 4th in that contest that had so many truly great entries.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Need Ink Racing Into Castles With Dreams


I need to write myself long letter of cheer
pat on my old head to revive my flow.
Will not do, few drinks of whiskey or beer
my cracking heart is sad, black as coal.

I need that juice to crank up this brain
fire up these tired old aging cells.
Like a dry desert needs a deluge of rain
relief so needed from my dry hells.

I need poetic words to tickle myself pink
glowing words, splashing in my head.
Come racing on, merge into my achin' ink
else this mind will blow out instead!

I need a charmer like my sexy, pretty muse
vixen that will stroke, O' my not that.
Just a glamorous words-lady my pen can use
to prove I am not "all cattle and no hat".

I need ink racing into castles with dreams
not useless rhymes carrying no weight.
Give me muses in vast and fast dancing teams
and not that lazy one I sometimes hate!

I need help, no sad sympathy for my plight
passionate ink-sounds hitting this page.
Give it soon, this fool got none this night
even if it is free verse, all the rage!

I need more paper, my trash can is now full
pencil broke after my hundredth plea.
Sucks feeling so like a saddened poetic tool
my poetry writing soul wants to see!

I need this poem to just shut up and end
a reality check into my deep pity.
Slap me once or twice, be a good friend
long is the night, dark is the city!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-28-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lost And Never Found

Such sudden blackness, as if an overnight pall
Delivered by dark powers that dwell in hell.
An odorous smell, coming down a long, evil hall
fear and loathing and misery, I could tell.

Descended and engulf me into its spiritual fold
An invisible mist, sticky and rotting ripe!
Unspoken curses complete with the power to scold
Splashing blood rich colors in every stripe!

A futility born, no solace from deep desolation
Vaporous wisps, stinging on into my heart.
World now gone, alone in my cutting isolation
This is where my evil insanity had to start.

No rescue came, the darkness rapidly ate away.
No morn ever broke out, into the light of day!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-29-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Voluptuous Paintings And Nature's Brush

Nature has imbued my soul with searching airs
great fogs seeking clarity in deep thought.
Like a child so wanting to see circuses and fairs
time alone in Nature is preciously bought.

Wishing darkness of this sad world to disappear
traversing happily over bright wooded hills.
Seeking out wild animals just to be very near
all touches my heart bringing such thrills.

Autumn, its shedding magnificent colors brings
searching eyes a panorama of glowing hues.
So much truth in Nature, a reunion that sings
of bright rainbows, hope and hidden clues.

Feelings of dewy mornings and flowers at noon
sky cries out, Mother Nature look at me!
Hark! Such glory heard in songbirds that croon
Nature shouts, no charge men, it is free!

Trees bending to speak of beauty, life and soul
daring bright colors that cry, enchantment.
There mother deer nurses her speckled new foal
harmony, all existing in perfect placement.

Water racing along in rushing, bubbling streams
sunny blue sky reflections tagging alone.
Beauty so real, not images seen in false dreams
Hear! Thudding sound from falling pine cone.

Flowing meadows wrapped in soft, flowery mazes
all cluttered up with dancing honey bees.
Seasons inspiring hearts with different phases
as colorful leaves leap from painted trees.

Nature has imbued my soul with searching airs
great fogs seeking clarity in deep thought.
Like a child wanting to see circuses and fairs
time alone in Nature is preciously bought.

R.J. Lindley
Sept.18th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Terrible Heartache A Soul Wants No More

Why chase love, that is so filled with pain
best to deny the cloudy skies to pour,
in great fear of flooding torrential rain
terrible heartache a soul wants no more!

Why embrace love, when destiny cries NO
better in shadows than eating lies,
than endure romance that is a false show
forever broken, that bind that ties!

Why remember love, often a laughing joke
far better to embrace deep solitude,
become a much wiser old solitary bloke
peaceful in a comfortable attitude!

Why deny love, in solitary misery as a fool
embracing words that cry to no avail,
no call to reject life and be a losing tool
weeping quietly in your epic fail!

Why chase love, that is so filled with pain
best to deny the cloudy skies to pour,
in great fear of flooding torrential rain
terrible heartache a soul wants no more!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015

NOTE-I STARTED WRITING THIS TO BE A SONNET BUT...
that evil vixen pretending to be my helpful muse
forced out six more verses. Man , sometimes I hate
that and often rebel--but not this morn.
She looked far, far too wicked today..
Again, I wrote this to enter in a contest and forgot to enter it , too late now!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Crunching And Munching, Growling In Gnarly Tones


Great monsters gnawing their victims bloody bones
with sharp claws and yellow fanged teeth.
Crunching and munching, growling in gnarly tones
bodies consumed, no grave no funeral wreath.
Hairy beasts ever ready in dark and lonely places
some few able to fly about on scaly wings.
Taking evil delight in their victims frightened faces
and many other vile and red flowing things.
Beware least you wonder out on a dark evil night
as a bloody spot may be you last found site.
Best to stay in the illumination of brightest light
and follow sweeter tunes of all that is right.
So powerful no magic charm can stop their killing
evil and darkness comprise such wicked souls.
Take your chances if seeking dangers for feeling
in thrilling you may die reaching your goals!

Robert J. Lindley., 10-02-2015

Note: Halloween fun , tis not for scared cats..

Gnarly | Definition of gnarly by Merriam-Webster
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/gnarly
Merriam‑Webster
: gnarled. slang. a : difficult, hairy
<skidded around gnarly hairpin turns
— Austin Murphy> b : bad, nasty

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Judging Her

Dare I, judge her as she has me
and with hate and malice wrapped.
Within a locked box with no key
embracing deep darkness tapped!

Nay, not even her love is free
she that shines sad light on me.
Finally my eyes opened to see
she tried to axe my love tree!

In my heart a place still rest
for princess once in distress.
Rescued and given my very best
now living at another address!

Life ahead, will it be a treat?
A saving balm for my love's defeat!

R.J. Lindley
Aug 17TH, 1973

Note- From 42 years ago and some pain still remains!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bittersweet, Former Exultations

We met, in yesterdays, we long held dear
Once found our hearts leaped;
Great times, golden moments so clear,
sweet harvests were reaped.

An April day, blue sky sang out loud
Walking we, sang in tune;
Our love became deep and so proud,
Approaching the month of June.

Now look back, upon our sad separation
And we find, dreams can die;
Bittersweet, former exultations,
asking was our love a lie?

Upon our love's loss, angels did cry
Past life, in its sanitation;
Happy times, grew by leaps and bounds,
Was it all just imagination?

R.J. Lindley
Feb.3rd, 1987


"We met(on) an April day (and) now look back,
upon our love's loss" .
Craters fill the grounds we played
Hearts torn and far away we toss
But what if, in love, we had stayed?

Note- Presented as was written.
Have no clue were I was taking it or
even if it was finished.Seems the poem is
the answer to the stanza written after
my name and date written. Just too long ago
to remember. Whiskey fog maybe back then. lol

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mercy So Elusive And Victory So Hard To Find

Words hide deep within my aching head
rising forth from this lazy bed.
To face the world with courage and wit
prod the demons in that darkest pit.

Task them to do their worst, do their best
slay them first while cursing all the rest.
No idle sleep to weaken my resolve
that's not how the very strong evolve.

The volley was fired so many weeks ago
returning fire livens the deadly show.
Take no prisoners was the commanding call
finish them off where they fall.

Words swirl deep within my fevered mind
mercy so elusive and hard to find.
Thoughts that burning stone bridges up
flee from this jagged depressing cup.

As that red sun sinks slowly in the West
another night brings its raging foes.
May courage and hope do its very best
where dark shadows and evil wind blows.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-03-2015

Note very old poem , just rewritten tonight
and the last stanza was added too.
Rewritten enough that today's date I'll use now.
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The Relentless Struggle


Man so desperately fighting his inner self
beaten senseless until nothing is left.
Such inward slashing leaves no visible scar
yet wounds as deep as are found in any war!


A struggle to defeat real and imaginary foes
miserably increasing already tragic woes.
A fight I find myself in on troubled nights
slashing and gashing the many bloody bites!


Struggle ever so bloody and bloody fierce
heart and soul are both very deeply pierced.
When the horrible battle is about to be won
time sends its vanquishing rays, morning sun!

Robert -- 04-27-2011

Note- Edited today and presented again, tonight.(10-03-2015)

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Solace Found, A Great Gift


Found great solace in your kindness to me.
Your words, ripe fruits on a giving tree.
Found joyful spirit in your smile that day.
Beauty was too much, I had no words to say.

Found a friend to share my soul, my life.
Now you are my beautiful and lovely wife.
Found faith, heart and intensity of love.
Our joining, great blessing from God above.

Found a reason to be proud and stand tall.
You are my shelter and I your strong wall.
Found fate to finally be my good friend.
We together, until our united world ends.

Robert J. Lindley , 10-03-2015

Note- An old poem edited heavily today .
Presented again tonight.
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From Hot Fire Into A Frying Pan

First day, the beauty walked in style
shaking curves, big glowing smile.
Second day, she gave out a new twist
walked over to me, gave a list.
Third day, my longing mind was aglow
she put on another sexy show.
Fourth day came, greater was her fame
she finally told me her name.
Fifth day, she gave me a sweet kiss.
O' my, she loved me like this.
Sixth day, we partied into her home
her prison not again did I roam.
Seventh day, I found out my sad fate
only by then it was too late!

R.J Lindley
March 9th, 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Magic Road, Where Will It Lead

Magic road, I wonder where its curves lead
Seeping into the mists of future time?
Sacrifices that dares make the heart bleed
Love so deep some may call it a crime!
Are you my hard path to my darling so true?
Weeping willows at every turn must foretell
Greater chances to encounter danger and you
Shall I break into that hard outer shell?
Alas! This fork leads me into a darker state
Tall oaks wrap its castle shining from afar
Surrounding its walls, guards with eyes of hate
Warriors all, built with hair as black as tar!
Walking away, road sings take this next turn
There awaits sweet hope and miracles galore
And sad days dearly needed to make you learn
Tarry not long or there you stay forever more
Looking back I seem to have lost my own past
Seeker leaving cool days of soft Spring behind
Now worried that hope shall never live to last
I cry and weep for any help I may ever find!
Abrupt turn, there sets the sun gracing life
Gentle winds blow and here voices enter me
Promising this fine spot shall I find my wife
Her true love destined to heal and set me free!

Robert J. Lindley , 10-04-2015

Note-- First half of this poem came to me a week ago
and I wrote that fragment down. Last night the other
half came to me again in a dream. I spent most of the
day slowly adding verses as I could remember them.
My muse,lazy vixen she be --gave me no help at all!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Body Beautiful But Soul So Dead

You did drop a mountain on me
there was no pain greater.
Lying heart, a damn black sea
your wicked soul a hater.

Despair raced in your footsteps
agony painted your shoes.
Misery in that heart to depths
sending me into deep blues.

Those eyes, now pools of red
evil sets in your voice.
Body beautiful but soul so dead
I left, had no choice!

Now I wake to a shining glow
racing out to live life.
That rising sun again I know
sun's light kills strife.

Hate dropped a mountain on me
but now life is better.
I met a sweeter lady you see
love helped me get her!

R.J. Lindley
June 3rd, 1983