My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Shining Light To Those Still Lost


In that moment, between day and night
the time you may choose to sacrifice
your own spirit, heart, soul or mind
Goodness breaks out with the light
far more than enough just to suffice
seeing past the apathy of the blind!

That moment, you choose to freely give
greatness be it very large or small
wraps you in a magic, fleeting embrace
Perhaps even daring to allow to live
momentary giant that stands so tall
great credit to life and human race!

That moment, the blessing of Love
splendor of giving at great cost
seals great reward to all it reaches
Shall be praised, recorded from above
a shining Light to those still lost
example of true Love that teaches!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015

Note: Came to me this morn , this thought ,
this poem was born.

[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]

Darkness Devours Another Soul
(Tenebris deuorat supervenit alia anima)


Deep into his soul, he drank the bitterest brew
reeking of pain and spilled blood in sad wine.
All went so well with this black torturing stew
heartaches and terror fruits now so very fine!

Past sins ripped his heart into pieces of regret
his miseries birthed nothing that changed life.
Prayers given failed and changed nothing yet
storms ate his soul and cast forth future strife!

Laments of crying pain stirred no hearing soul
As the great monster sat for a satisfying feast.
Stopping deep and savage hurt was the only goal
slaying the heart of the massive destroying beast!

Deep into his soul, he drank the bitterest brew
reeking of pain and spilled blood in sad wine.
All went so well with this black torturing stew
heartaches and terrors fruits now so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015

[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]

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]

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

They pay me , I will happily sell . Its copyrighted so to use it they'd have to pay me. -Tyr

[Balu]

They pay me , I will happily sell . Its copyrighted so to use it they'd have to pay me. -Tyr

Unfortunately I am not sure that such a poetry is of demand nowadays. And it is a pity.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Look In

For all I ever once was
all I ever want to be
fleeting mists
and rising fogs in morn
sunset views triumphant;
rest deep inside of me
shadows of a spirit
cold, stark in reality.

Robert J. Lindley,
March 11, 1976

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love Request Denied Again

All that I once so dearly loved,
Sweet joys blessedly known;
Crashed when push came to shove,
Poor fair now that you are gone!

Pain rips the cool from the winds,
Great sorrows fill my heart,
Once we were lovers, now it ends
As I pray for another start!

An arm offered for your sweet kiss:
You refused with a locked gate,
All of you is what I dearly miss
and cry because now you hate!

I begged for compassion yet again,
Your heart laughed with glee;
Have no desire to only be a friend,
you scoff at my tortured plea!

Pain rips the cool from the winds,
Great sorrows fill my heart,
Once we were lovers, now it ends
As I pray for another start!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-19-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Restored Was His Heart, Soul And Might
(The Woodsman)


Hollow place in the woods most deep,
now unmolested by man or by beast.
Reserved for a wise visitor's return,
a promise he swore one day to keep,
when starry night holds a big feast!

Life called the woodsman far away,
into a war he was so sadly cast.
He simply had rushed to take his turn,
sacred duty in life he had to pay,
while praying it not to be his last.

Shell and shock had laid him so low,
laying in a hospital back East.
That vow was not forgotten by he,
April, time came for him there to go,
to partake in a moonlight feast!

Arriving back there with setting sun,
he trekked into forest all alone.
Returning king was this brave man,
a true woodsman and Nature's son,
above him glory of moonlight shone.

Found again the hollow so very deep,
his throne nestled, cozy and fine.
Moonlight and Nature did so conspire,
as he laid down to peacefully sleep,
to ease his tired and troubled mind!

Waking with the soft, wet morning dew,
this king greeted Nature and the day.
Smile that gave all there such delight,
so his life danced and began again anew,
restored was his heart, soul and might!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Cry For Great Relief


Can not write about lost hope just now
when cheer meets me with morning sun
Rays of applause force me to take a bow
stiffen my resolve and not dare to run
What of the coming night screams made
or heart's pain from an untimely death
Have given all, nothing left to trade
as solemn grief demands my last breath

Nay! Hope rests on distant fairest hill
celebration just waiting for my life
Testament to sacred faith and hope's will
no cuts from this overused broken knife
Spirit awaits another gift Heaven sent
medicine for the sad and wailing heart
All earthly treasures given but not spent
new life granted for another blessed start

One Hope, cast into the hot molding flames
fire created to burn away eating pain
All love and joys arriving with new names
rebirth of the Soul from the dark stain

Robert J. Lindley, 06 -20- 2015

Note:Written for a contest. I may even actually enter it.....-Tyr

[LongTermGuy]

"I WRITE TO SURVIVE"

`I write to hold onto the dreams that my foolish mind once believed
Could bring me to the light away from the world of the shunned
That fills me with sorrow yet sucks the breath from my body
The light from my eyes, my soul from my being to bring others
The joy that I cry for.

I write to release the years of hate building within my chest
That makes me feel like there are bricks upon bricks on my heart
To help me know that your abandonment will not bring me to me knees
To help me remember that I can move past your violation
And one day give a little smile just for my hearts content
Instead of the worlds greedy nature to make me conform
I write to get away from the pain
from his drunken leers
from her screams
from their tauntings
from my own self hate
I write to release the pain that builds in my chest
That even now consticts my throat
As the tears flow
And the sobs bubble up in my throat

I write to forget how they make me feel worthless and lost
That I can't even look myself in the mirror without feeling ashamed
I write because I can't even lie and say I'm beautiful
I write because I can't look myself in the eye and say that I love myself
I write because I have no one to talk to
I write because I'm scared I'll hurt myself
I write because I feel lost and alone
I write for release
I write to survive the world and my own demons that fight to destroy me
I need to write to survive or I know that I won't make it out alive`

by-- Wethnie

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

"I WRITE TO SURVIVE"

`I write to hold onto the dreams that my foolish mind once believed
Could bring me to the light away from the world of the shunned
That fills me with sorrow yet sucks the breath from my body
The light from my eyes, my soul from my being to bring others
The joy that I cry for.

I write to release the years of hate building within my chest
That makes me feel like there are bricks upon bricks on my heart
To help me know that your abandonment will not bring me to me knees
To help me remember that I can move past your violation
And one day give a little smile just for my hearts content
Instead of the worlds greedy nature to make me conform
I write to get away from the pain
from his drunken leers
from her screams
from their tauntings
from my own self hate
I write to release the pain that builds in my chest
That even now consticts my throat
As the tears flow
And the sobs bubble up in my throat

I write to forget how they make me feel worthless and lost
That I can't even look myself in the mirror without feeling ashamed
I write because I can't even lie and say I'm beautiful
I write because I can't look myself in the eye and say that I love myself
I write because I have no one to talk to
I write because I'm scared I'll hurt myself
I write because I feel lost and alone
I write for release
I write to survive the world and my own demons that fight to destroy me
I need to write to survive or I know that I won't make it out alive`

by-- Wethnie

A great and deep poem, two lines strike me quite deeply. The last two lines, for I too have written that thought out in several of my poems, its a conclusion of the attacks suffered in our sleep at night IMHO. And not imaginary at all. Although most readers will scoff and think it is.. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thoughts On The Rail


I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!

I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!

May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Far above the din of sin and earthly strife!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015