Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heeding The Wisdom Of Ancient Sages

Spit on the blinded world in denial
walking hastily the straight and narrow.
Waste not time drinking from poison vial
plant destiny's seeds with better harrow.

Preparing the soil in its sweet splendor
never wasting time in useless pleasures.
Achieve something great to children render
other than usual earthly treasures.

Waking to morn's glow by the sun's bright light
heeding the wisdom of ancient sages.
Find your mountain, climb to its greatest height
looking downward and backward through the ages.

Spit on the blinded world in denial.
Waste not time drinking from poison vial.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Glorious Moon

Lonely night I search for light of new moon
sadness absent, seek its comfort so soon
When weak are joys, hopes strewn across my path
wash soul in wetness of celestial bath

Worse are nights that despair crowds deeply in
dark blocks memories of lovers and friends
Salvation beams down Old Man in the Sky
igniting love as tears drop from my eyes

Shadows flee from beams of inspired moonlight
wash my heart in love that vanishes fright
Spirit offers, moonlight joy as its gift
rays of happiness blessings soon uplift

Blessed nights, crystal skies serve the moon
music fills my heart, I dance to its tune.

Robert J. Lindley , 03-14-2014



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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear
a racing orb of light so very bright.
A love lost, great tragedy so many fear
as small children do darkness of night.

If only to live and not be too late
for the appointed day that I died.
Mend the widening cracks in my plate
careful to eat my stolen eggs fried.

Should a poet compose for me a monody
I shall rise again just to hear.
For my sweet soul fled my tortured body
but my love lives in a maiden's tear.

Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune.
Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015

Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse
of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to
be a sonnet!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Glowing Soft Colors In Rainbow Hues

Romantic night of given heart, my sweet
whatever shall dearest life truly be?
Your softest touch and gentle heartbeat,
mermaid swimming in my romantic sea.

I hold only dreams of your beating heart
with glowing soft colors in rainbow hues.
Praying daily that we shall never part
that my life never meets such dreaded blues.

May we live lost within your finest dance
while sleeping beside meadow flowers glow.
Your love dwells in finest, purest romance,
in a blessed gift joined, I pray to know.

Your dance swept me completely off my feet.
Forever my life joined with your heartbeat.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-26-2015

Note- Sonnet on romance , one hundred words, perfect tens.

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edit- Recently placed 2nd in a contest.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet We Endure, We Lost Devils Of Mankind


O' what boldness the soft-shoe'd thief had
when rustling through my heart's home.
Invisible- never seen, but wickedly bad
and just as complicated as a geodesic dome.

Sent ahead- her vision to my soul entice
she of wondrous eyes and softest arms.
Knowing I'd be trapped by my own device
and never resist the lures of her charms!

Life's ancient irony is that love is blind
and biggest fool, a wishful hero to be.
Yet we endure, we lost devils of mankind
desperately swimming, each in our sea.

Of earth's patient resilience, love yet stands.
Victor, across each border and all the lands!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2015

Note- A sonnet dedicated to this fine day!

I woke- sweet light met my eyes
aware that everybody dies
My- how youth and dear time fly
life again- yet for another day,
or is that just another comforting lie?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain

Heartache deep, it was breaking granite stones
sun eclipsed on that raging fateful day.
He felt it, the blues down deep in his bones
lost love hurts, love hurts, as they often say.

She came on like lovely dancing whirlwind
such awesome beauty in her raven hair.
Becoming his hot lover and best friend
now he finds her love lost is just not fair.

He aching for days on that summer beach
and beautiful visions of her deep joy.
Her gone, life sought to miserably teach
realization she was never his toy!

Hope came one day, like a new cool Spring rain.
Any broken heart can find love again!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2015

Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley


Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deepest Cut Of All

Conjure up soothing visions to delight;
sweetest triumphs parading over there.
Wound of love deeper, epic pain now slight
and images of angelic face so fair.

Jewels on sword she used to cut my hand
seeing the flash, feeling the awful scare.
So deep, up to golden hilt as was planned
images of her angelic face so fair.

Anointed blade, poison laying on its edge;
such finer cuts, never a saddened tear.
No deep remorse for her broken love pledge
even so, hurting heart still wants her near.

Blade easily slides back into its sheath.
Stone heart dances on my heart's broken wreath.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2015

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas

In that certain wilderness -There abides
An unyielding force to thwart pain.
Where misery fails and comfort resides
And life flourishes in Nature's gain!

Invisible hand- Firmly holds the keys
And serenity there always prevails.
A paradise of beautiful wooded seas
Where moves Time and Age, slow as snails!

Softly the gentle hours float- Into Sky
As furry critters scurry all about.
Man invades and sometimes even asks why
"Are we made God"- with a futile shout!

Natures splendors dare to tell a tale.
About earth and sky- Heaven and Hell.

R.J. Lindley
July 9TH, 1978

Note- Sonnet from ages ago.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Forsaken Love

Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me
my miserable life now cut in shreds
If only thee had instead set me free
love, no longer sharing our silkened beds

To what ending hath thou denied my love
with darkness cast into our sadden souls
Once our future sailed on so far above
any lost, mundane and unworthy goals

There were eternal sparkles in your eyes
touching that declareth our loving so true
Now blackness clouds into our lost skies
crying, my heart breaks into missing you!

How sad! That you dwelleth within the dark
Letting deceit erase our loving spark.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2015

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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(1.)hast
hast/
archaic second person singular present of have.


(2)hath
hath/
archaic third person singular present of have.


(3)thou
thou/
You may have been told that "thou" and "thee" were for familiar use, and "you" and "ye" were
formal. This was not true originally, but it was true for about two centuries, roughly 1450-1650,
including Shakespeare's time. The previously plural "you" was used in the singular to signify
politeness and respect, which left "thou" and "thee" for all the other singular uses, ranging
from endearing intimacy to bitter rudeness. Eventually, the politer "you" drove out nearly all
uses of "thee" and "thou"; they survived mostly in poetry and religion.


(4)dwelleth - Wiktionary
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dwelleth
dwelleth. (archaic) third-person singular simple present indicative form of dwell [quotations ▽].
1611, Bible (Authorized, or King James, Version), Romans 8:11:.

(5)Declareth dictionary definition | declareth defined
www.yourdictionary.com/declareth
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Verb. (archaic) Third-person singular present simple form of declare. Origin. declare + -eth.
English Wiktionary. Available under CC-BY-SA license

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow

As her hair flew about, so did my heart,
unknown to me but a vision then loved.
So very strange, way our time got its start,
how she later became my beloved.

Glittering sparkles in her bright blue eyes,
as sun rose merely to reflect her glow
She that merely touched to fill my skies
always smiling as if time she could slow.

Her memory, shall I ever forget,
grace in her walking, sweetness in her voice
I first spoke to her on a friendly bet
now she would be my only loving choice.

Such glowing warmth in her big, bright blue eyes
Her being gone, left me asking the whys?

R.J. Lindley
May 25th 1974

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

To The Victor Goes The Spoils

With a dark hand, deadly cut gashing deep
No longer man- Now, sought he only peace.
Once fallen foe, his life he could not keep
Battle slain, soul flew upon its release.

Victor took his victim's great sword and shield
Rightful treasure he had so bravely earned.
Dead left to rot on this red battlefield
All pity each fallen had bravely spurned!

Many fallen dispatched with a sharp spear,
Others, a swift sword removing each head.
None showed the coming of death any fear,
Sent into valley, angels feared to tread!

The victor smiled knowing someday his Fate.
For in this gore, he relished and ate!

R.J. Lindley
July 20th 1980

Note-- I grabbed this old poem for my 850th poem presented here.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

Shall we march: into nights so darkly bound;
And within storms raging the foamy seas;
Rests the power of dark fury unbound,
And desperation in the Fallen's pleas.

Bitter sweet the glories the gods have sent
Small solace unto man's eternal quest,
Wherein the stones dropped are the punishment
And prideful glory is lukewarm at best.

The Valiant are led down a blackened road
In vanity, they sing hollow tunes.
Upon false mountains, lies their sad abode
And truth lay buried in their black sand dunes.

Where age turns their shining armor to rust.
Roams, a dark beast nobody can dare trust.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015

Note- Tis late night--my muse cried out, shut up and write!
A sonnet, to ease a grieving soul and truth takes its toll.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed so brightly- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.

And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?

Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
In that vast space keeping souls far apart
They that know of epic past in its day.

Some few kneel, searching again for glory-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2015

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Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In That Room, We Planted Love's Sweet Bloom Guarded


In that room, we planted love's sweet bloom guarded.
Highest hopes at any cost were sworn a love not lost
Cautionary tales about love's travails disregarded.
Yet future shadowy beast waiting our love to accost.

In secret, cleverly hidden dark of night beast waited
Powerful and patient in darkest shadows it dwells;
For that moment- to strike deep the love it so hated
Thus send two true lover's souls into pits of hells.

With its power cutting romantic flows of love's streams
And sent our lives into deep dives of troubled waters,
We never again to find depths of our fantastic dreams,
Love's realm once welcomed, now sadly,we are squatters!

What was once the beauty of our love now rests in tatters.
Fate decrees, deep misery seas and that is what matters!

R.J. Lindley
May 9th, 1987

NOTE- An old sonnet that had note written-"To be edited"..
PRESENTED WITH NO EDITS as I now think it needs none...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Betrayed Expectations
(Sonnet)

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.

Yet there I found only an empty throne
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.

Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find
Nor divine favors for eternal youth.
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind,
justice for all and no distorted truth.

At the foot of Olympus I sought love
but no compassion came down from above.

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Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks my very talented poetic friend.