My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Russ]

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.

Very nice, Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hell Came In When You Said Goodbye

I took pride in this heart of mine,
a plush evergreen tree in root.
A strawberry island on which to dine,
silver star on a cowboy's boot.

I took hell when this heart split,
separation rang out hollow.
When blood flowed in bit by bit,
needed recovery had to follow.

I took courage when life renewed,
my pride only then returned.
Life was then softer and subdued,
our flame no longer burned.

I took flight to find another sky,
one giving pretty rainbows out.
Hell came in when you said goodbye,
now leaves with a mighty shout!

I took pride in this heart of mine,
a plush evergreen tree in root.
A strawberry island on which to dine,
silver star on a cowboy's boot.

R.J. Lindley
Aug 22nd, 1975

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My original half poem --now is finished, presented below in total..... finished this morning.
Return Of The Bright Red Sun
(first half presented)
Dark Days
(Robert J. Lindley)
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Return Of The Bright Red Sun
(Dark Days Left Behind)


The Red Sun had hidden away for some years
no blood red to inspire with glowing sheen.
Back again, those fiery red crocodile tears.
Love had died, she was only a lonely teen.

Dark days, she cried - please give me Light
her sobs fell upon deaf ears- apathy reigned.
With no heart, no purpose- no use to fight.
Bleeding heart, torn dress and life stained!

Hiding in a dark and badly painted room
shadows raced above her small trampled bed.
So nasty, a curse repeated about her doom
wishing death, she refused to ever be fed.

As sad dark curtains slowly dropped down
blasting forth a wave of Red Sun light.
Set aglow, the red rose adorning her gown
Her heart rose to follow this divine sight.

Her sweet soul, raced into the soft clouds
with a renewed happiness gracing its path.
No longer alone and blue in earthly crowds
left far behind was pain and abusive wrath.

She looked back and in merciful pity asked
forgiveness for her evil abusers be given.
That darkness in their hearts be unmasked
And they heaven blessed new lives be given.

Upon entering Heaven's wide opening gate
chorus of angels sang love in her praise.
Admiring her faithful refusal to ever hate
evil abusers she had been given to raise.

Given a new body, one whole and unbroken
she begged yet again, forgiveness for all.
In loving true faith such words were spoken
Merciful God smiled upon hearing her call!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-09-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Write Of Ghosts On Papers Flat


I write of ghosts on papers flat
visions of battles in my head.
Large as is an elephant to a gnat
tis' poet's deep desire to be read!

Writing of courage, warriors hold
true loves that so many desire.
Great poet born must be very bold
to keep his own feet in the fire!

How about that decorated sword
with jewels gracing its hilt?
Poets write bleeding and gored
to solve heartache, relieve guilt!

Now my ink has soaked this page
words cast,I bid sweet adieu'
Lessons learned from wizened sage
we must write for readers too!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2015

Note: dated today but written for a
contest here many months ago. Sadly,
I missed that contest deadline by a
few hours. Shelved it and forgot about
it until found by accident today while
cleaning out old papers to toss away.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My first and real serious slam poetry. -Tyr

New Age Poetry For The Silly Masses


0' WOW! I can write like this too
emotions, deep emotions spilling
on my keys!
Hot butter oozing in my brain
Midnight the sun shows to effect
Bus ride today was brutal,
old tramp begged for a dollar,
I tossed in a quarter and smiled!
There was a dark stain on my shoe
O' LOOK! Heart cracks in tune.
And daisy cried ALL NIGHT.....

Words, words squiggles that be so crazy
My ramblings impress the fools.
My night is boring and I am word lazy.

Signed, rambling heart on my sleaze.

10-10-2015

Note -- Good God--What the hell happened in the space of a few weeks at my poetry site.
Useless prattle reigneth supreme and serious /good poetry relegated to almost no attention and comments.
First day, -first hour poets glorified for poor or mediocre work at best.
Extremely poor "prose" classed as poetry and praised as if Eliot, Byron, Emerson or Keats wrote it!!

I just posted the above poem there.
Cast forth the scorn and do so with open disgust and green hateful bile. --Tyr

[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 lurking in your voice.
Body beautiful but soul so dead
I left, heart had no choice!

Now I wake to a shining glow
racing onward to live life.
Glowing rising sun again I know
sun's light killed my strife.

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

R.J. Lindley
June 3rd, 1983

edit- word changes

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Monster Returns To Feed


Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.

What promise does this new day dare to bring
perhaps more of the yesterday's ache.
I feel that tug, of my nose by the sad ring
yet so many live lives that are fake!

What succubus has bled my spirit's joy away
perhaps that shadow that haunts me.
I that swore- no power over me can hold sway
now live in this eternally dark sea!

So hellish are nights this wickedness appears
as blackened timbers shake the walls.
No escaping, it thrives heartedly on my fears
as it moans out those evil siren calls!

I feel that sucking noise as blood is bled
a slight sting and then the pain.
She floats over me leeching from my head
as this feasting drives me insane!

A mocking laugh as she promises to return
to drink blood and give more hurts.
Knowing my addiction will not let me spurn
her sexy, hot naked body as she flirts!

Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2015

Note- A Halloween poem, because this month
evil invades light to dance..

1. Definitions of sodden (ed):

adjective: wet through and through; thoroughly wet
Example: "The speaker's sodden collar"


2. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural
entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend)
that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman
in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
The male counterpart is the incubus.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dream Summons, The Ancients Call

Take up thy spear at sunrise
And climb the riven crags,
Where none have been before thee
But mist and mountain stag;
And sing the song of parting
From lute and heaving breast,
For moons of blood shall gleam and wane
Ere thou shalt reach they rest.
Sing to the soaring breezes,
The seaward racing streams,
That when the battle-storm is lulled
They bless thee in thy dreams.
The mountain-gods shall hear thee,
The gods of frost and fire,
And pierce thy heart with gladness
As pure as thy desire!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015
( finished from an old fragment)

Note-
(A) "riven"-transitive verb.
1. a : to wrench open or tear apart or to pieces : rend. b : to split with force or violence.
a : to divide into pieces <nations riven by civil war>
Rive | Definition of rive by Merriam-Webster

source-- http://www.merriam-webster.com/dicti...‑Webster

(B) "lute"-noun
1.
a stringed musical instrument having a long, fretted neck and a hollow, typically pear-shaped
body with a vaulted back.

source- -http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/lute

(C) "Ere"--
ere
er/
preposition & conjunctionliteraryarchaic
before (in time).
"we hope you will return ere long"

source -- https://encrypted.google.com/#q=ere

(D) "mountain-gods" -
THE OUREA were the Protogenoi (primeval gods) or rustic Daimones (spirits) of the mountains.
Each and every Mountain was said to have its own ancient bearded god. Mountains were
occasionally depicted in classical art as bearded old men rising up from between their craggy
peaks.

PARENTS
GAIA (no father) (Theogony 129)

Greek Name Transliteration Roman Name Translation
Ουρος Ορος
Ουρεα Ouros, Oros
Ourea Mons, Montanus
Numina Montanum Mountains (oros)

source--http://www.theoi.com/Protogenos/Ourea.html

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Grow The Best Seeds Given In My Dreams

I grow the best seeds given in my dreams,
I hold the flavor of that feat;
Although a freeze may hit my streams,
I shall not admit brutal defeat ...
Yet life can and will serve all the more
Against dark blades stabbing in the night,
With my crop growing on a foreign shore
Hope prays to end this desperate fight.

Watering my crop with needed warm tears,
My hands never sit vacant and idly by,
True sense of purpose allays my deep fears
Even if saddened, my life can still fly.
Onward! My passage is deliberate and slow,
I defiant, planted with stoic, firm feet;
Face this world, with my heart in tow,
Harvest my crop for my wanting soul to eat.

I will never allow brutal defeat of my heart,
A thought repugnant to my wishful mind;
Each day's dawn gives another chance to restart,
Live the dreams of that sweeter paradise kind.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015

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How Poetry Began


Gentle spirit came to visit noble man
sent poetic verse throughout the land
Declared she, I am the original Muse
your heart , soul and mind seek to use

Write and sing,love so deeply with me
we together shall plant a poetry tree
As our hearts join to this world sail
love and hope shall forever prevail

The Universe I have long ago tread
every galaxy my words have been read
You , mankind are the last I will meet
the poetic ground now underneath my feet

Open your hearts and see with new eyes
this new way will defeat all the lies
Beam of true light shall open your mind
you will be the first in all poetic kind

With this visit the original Muse departed
poetry spread in each heart it was started
Now we seek ever to find this greatest Muse
to prove how brilliantly she did choose!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014

This is was written as an entry in the
How Poetry Began contest....
Has not been entered. Seems the deadline has
now passed..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Phantom Or A Dream In Reality

Was she not known for, kindness and grace
Loving deep and a sad fate:
Should we fail to bless her in our remorse
golden arrows to pierce our hides,
flowers bloomed hearing her sweet name-
where the cool shadows often reside;
a mirror wants her image yet again
she that made the angels cry.
Alas! Forever gone is my dearest friend!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015

Note-- Written for the next romance contest
themed on lost love...I am now into writing
as I did when in my early twenties.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Old Forest Magic

In the whole world,
There is nothing more beautiful
Than the clear snow blossoms
Loosened by the wind,
Falling through the golden sunlight
Translucent
Misty-margined veils,-
Or borne on the breeze
Like the breath of invisible hunters
Roaming the woodlands
With spears of the mountain frost
Vanquishing anew the airy scene.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-15-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ferns Wreathed Her Rebel Hair


A maiden joyous as the wind I saw;
Ferns wreathed her rebel hair;
She blew upon a clustered thistle-crown,
And swift there swam away, on that bright air,
The lives of men, their learning, love and law
In shreds dancing down.

A maiden dancing in the wind I saw;
Enchanting princess without her golden crown.

R.J. Lindley
April 20th, 1977

Note- This is another one from my private journal.
I had made no note with it ,only had the date and
three lines scribbled below for another poem, one I never
finished. That smaller private journal only had 31 poems
in it. Unlike my other journals that have many more in
each journal.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Wolfish Moon Shines


Beneath shining wolfish moon's silhouette
light cascading down upon our sweet earth.
Halloween spiders with their webs dead set
new victims racing for all they are worth.


10-19-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Total # Lines: 4 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 27

For Halloween Moon contest. Date, no names

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Red Sunsets On The Blue Hills

What of red sunsets on the blue hills
true love found in the light.
Just as night fright give cold chills
crimson views show heaven's might.

Such wondrous blaze stirs a dream
fire cast from Valhalla's skies.
Reminding of dying warrior's gleam
truth in death, no twisted lies.

As those red sunbeams grace earth
true courage gifts its hope.
Man can pray for all he is worth
for all resting beyond his scope.

When deep red sunsets tell us life renews
We may ponder the path we dare choose!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 108

Note: On sonnets, I hold that the message far outranks the
far too restrictive form of set meter. Thus I refuse to write in such.
I did adhere to the requirement of ten syllables per verse.

http://www.writing-world.com/poetry/schimel1.shtml
Of course, these "rules" for writing a sonnet are meant to be broken.
And even when adhering to the rules, there will be variation; lines
need not be perfectly iambic, so long as the predominant pattern is
consistent enough to be recognized as such. Many modern sonnets no
longer rhyme, or have variant rhyme schemes, but are still identifiably
a sonnet because it adheres to enough of the rules.

(1.) Valhalla---In Norse mythology, Valhalla
(from Old NorseValhöll "hall of the slain"[1])
is a majestic,enormous hall located in Asgard,
ruled over bythe god Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those
who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death,
led by valkyries, while the other half go to the
goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr. In Valhalla,
the dead join the masses of those who have died
in combat known as Einherjar, as well as various
legendary Germanic heroes and kings, as they prepare
to aid Odin during the events of Ragnarök. Before
the hall stands the golden tree Glasir, and the
hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields.
Various creatures live around Valhalla, such as
the stag Eikþyrnir and the goat Heiðrún, both
described as standing atop Valhalla and consuming
the foliage of the tree Læraðr.
Valhalla is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled
in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources,
the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri
Sturluson, Heimskringla, also written in the 13th century
by Snorri Sturluson, and in stanzas of an anonymous
10th century poem commemorating the death of Eric Bloodaxe
known as Eiríksmál as compiled in Fagrskinna. Valhalla
has inspired various works of art, publication titles,
popular culture references, and has become a term
synonymous with a martial (or otherwise) hall of the chosen
dead.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dreams of Battle of Thymbra, Lydian–Persian War

In the midst of a battle I awoke thrown
walking over the crimson red dead.
Found and drew the shaft from solid stone
standing on soil blood soaked in red!

My heart afraid but never was it alone
in cold silence stood there dreaming.
My physical body was then so long gone
among the dead, dying and screaming!

Behind lay vultures squawking in feeding
ripping meat from living white bones.
Eating fallen men still alive and bleeding
yelps of pain and muffled crying moans!

Fog of war demanded the fight be engaged
crossing a river of deep flowing red.
With my sword slashing my spirit enraged
no time for sorrow for the new dead!

With each parry my time was just to borrow
a few more cuts just to stay alive.
Hell with pity, I had no time for sorrow
my soul wanted to live and thrive!

Battle won my heart sang out still beating
giving great thanks for still walking.
Glanced back at vultures ravenously eating
death upon the dead, no more talking!

Dawn's light, my sleeping battles long over
still I remembered the red soaked soil.
How soon the fallen to be covered in clover
with no more love, life or work to toil!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-20-2015

Note- Battle of Thymbra Lydian–Persian War Approximately 100,000[1]
The Battle of Thymbra was the decisive battle in the war between Croesus of the
Lydian Kingdom and Cyrus the Great of the Achaemenid Empire. Cyrus, having pursued
Croesus into Lydia following the drawn Battle of Pteria, met the remains of Croesus'
partly disbanded army in battle on the plain north of Sardis on December, 547 BC.
Even though Croesus' army was reinforced with many new men, Cyrus utterly defeated
it, despite being outnumbered more or less 2:1. This proved decisive, and after the
14 day Siege of Sardis,
the city and possibly its king fell, and Lydia was conquered by the Persians.

Cyrus's plan was to catch the Lydian king unprepared for battle, but at
Thymbra Croesus had more than twice as many men as Cyrus. The Lydians marched out
to meet Cyrus and quickly armed all the reserves there, before their allies were to
arrive, which they never did. According to Xenophon, Cyrus had 196,000 men in total,
[1][page needed] [2] which was composed of 31,000 to ~70,000 Persians. This consisted
of 20,000 infantry which may have included archers and slingers, 10,000 elite
infantry/ cavalry, which may have been the Persian Immortals, plus 20,000 peltasts
and 20,000 pikemen. All except the archers and slingers are known to have carried
small to large shields. The others were: 42,000 Arabians; Armenians; and Medians,
which amounted to 126,000 infantry. There were also 300 camel cavalry, 300 chariots,
and 5-6 siege towers, which were known to hold 20 men each. It all amounted to
1,000+ men, partly because there was one citizen, and one soldier on each chariot.
Xenophon tells us that Croesus had an army of 420,000 men,[3][page needed] which was
composed of 60,000 Babylonians, Lydians, and Phrygians, also Cappadocians, plus
nations of the Hellespont. This amounted to 300,000 men which included 60,000 cavalry.
There were also 120,000 Egyptians, plus 300 chariots, which may have been at least
500 men. The numbers of the battle given by Xenophon, even if untrue, are considered
within the realm of possibility, but less than half may have engaged in the actual
battle.