Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

"APHRODITE"

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 mighty Zeus in honor firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained!

The God of ancient Greece had lost its might,
surrendered sacred glory, and his crown,
Love destroyed at Aphrodite's first sight.
No escape from pain; my heart’s sorrow drown.

My fate was cursed by her passions lure,
ashen remains of a heart once so pure.

Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren ~ 29TH November 2015
Form: Sonnet

Note: Note: It was my great and sincere pleasure
collaborating with my friend Teppo Gren on this poem.
His contribution and poetic insight was truly amazing
and concluding verses astounding.
My friend, you have my sincere thanks.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heart and Wisdom of Olympus

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!

The pain and the sorrow! Where was the heart?
I fell to my knees beseeching the Gods.
Supreme and great Zeus why did you depart?
Perhaps it was Titans, the elder gods.

Then, Callioppe came for her father,
And Themis, the divine man was bidden,
Saying, Zeus gave his heart to his lover,
Seeker be still, wisdom I have hidden!

Robert Lindley & Broken Wings ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: Note: It was indeed my great pleasure collaborating
with my friend Broken Wings on this poem. Her concluding
verses are amazing and brought in the goddess Aphrodite,
to note the darker side of love that we all know exists.
Broken Wings, my good friend you have my sincere thanks
and it was a very great pleasure collaborating with you.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.

There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!

As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!

I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015

Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.

(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dic...lish/slumbrous

slumberous (ˈslʌmbərəs ; -brəs) or or slumbrous (ˈslʌmbrəs)
Definitions
adjective (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into a mottled shade I sought my rest
As I trekked into my favorite woods.
Here I was but an uninvited guest
Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods!

Walking upon an ancient forest floor
Among towering oaks and ancient beech
Always with joy, seeking very much more
And knowledge that my longing soul will teach.

Stream flowing over soft green, mossy rocks
All about evidence of time's slow creep
Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks
As we can commune with Nature so deep!

Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind.
And I, yet again find my ancient friend!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015

Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and
ten syllable verses.
From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite
old growth forest.

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:
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When An Angry Sky Cries Out

The sky was angry, in its sad, blue heart
For loss: Dark blight covering down below.
The two, joined yet now much farther apart
Its hurting heart began casting forth snow.

Its loud thunder was not then to be found
yet angry pain filled unrelenting clouds.
Below it saw destruction all around
blighted land so sadly weeping in shrouds.

And that mountain touching its glowing soul
had recently cried out in flowing streams.
Polluted and huge dust winds black as coal
blasted, tarnishing its bright crimson dreams!

Falling snow gave a most beautiful white.
Brief covering of epic man-made blight!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015

Note: Sonnet , perfect 100 word count
with-
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:
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Life Saving Rain

Life saving rain, drops splattering about
Indians in drought sought it with a dance.
Falling on tin roof, water from a spout
Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance.

Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers
And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief.
Vast seas depend upon rain's long showers
Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief.

Now we know, rain often heavenly sent
God washes this flower garden he built.
Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent
And we blithely pollute it with no guilt.

Indians honored their rain-god with glee
Not disrespecting it, like you and me!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015

Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN)
Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming
acrostic sonnet.

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:
Total # Words: 100

Very likely the first of its kind (Rhyming Acrostic Sonnet) methinks!..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Love's Divine Spark

Shall I sing of dances in soft twilight,
Or racing streams, woods and fairies afloat.
Songbirds and colorful flashes in flight,
Deep gentle seas float with white sailing boats.
Or sweet heaven and God's majestic halls
And beauty of his angels as they fly.
Dreams of hope held dear, aglow in its calls
Golden city in divine clouds on high.

Woodland wonders and other precious things,
Blessings of love, a fuller faith instills.
Life's serenity, honoring grace brings,
Bright rainbows towering over blue hills.

Roses cast forth soft hues of red and whites.
Dream memories of love's most treasured nights.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2015

Note: Had to write a bright sonnet today!

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stronger Dark Coffee Gifts Smelling Appeals

Presented thoughts, added fuel to cooking fires
No regard to irritating hot fans
In life we control our lustful desires
Add more grease to frying breakfast pans
Choose food with enchanted diligent care
Excellent butter graces such great meals
Let swollen hearts gift sweeter roses fair
Stronger dark coffee gifts smelling appeals.

Oft' simple ingredients hold flavor
That life finds a feast too massive to eat
Cooking too long creates a hot fever
And burnt words blister poet's racing feet
But great rewards wait, a true believer
That admits not failure or sad defeat.

Robert J. Lindley

Note: Poets often cook delicious sonnets.
Right amount of butter,temp set right and proper
ingredients.

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 94

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines

Whenever you feel life is all vanity and doom
consider the deepest depths of true love.
Stop and consider, glorious flowers in bloom
matching epic beauty of the skies above.

For life shall always have troubles and woes
complete with sad miseries and dark days.
Remember, those great blessings life bestows
and treasures delivered in so many ways.

As years flow by and joy often comes around
be thankful for goodness that so shines.
A silver lining can almost always be found
if memories are sifted when one refines.

Darkness forever yields to greatness of light
Truth eternally supports what is always right.

Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015

Note: Sonnet, mixed syllable count.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

EDITED
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Magical Mountain Where Blue Cat Resides

Majestic mountain made of magic stone
I climbed every night as a lonely child.
Tall and regal, it stood there all alone
symbol of a world fantastic and wild!

Atop its peak in my racing night dreams
looking across earth's fantastic skies.
Resting below, forests and flowing streams
bright, magical realm where blue cat resides.

Deep within each night's visionary quest
prayer for family, sleeping nearby.
Brave climber daring his courageous best
fantasy and thrills on every night's try!

Magical mountain made of bluest stone.
Conquered by a child, made of flesh and bone!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2016

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:
Total # Words: 94

3rd poem.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
as I wade in darkness wherever I may roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 124

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If We Only Embraced Could Be's

There in a single splash of ocean swell
could be great joy instead of blackest doom.
If only dry desert hotter than hell
could be a wet and spaciously cool room.

The could be's that stirs a man's longing mind
could be ripped from his eternal soul.
What we once were, we shall one day soon find
is a dead ball that no longer will roll.

Lurking in magic thoughts lies such tales
of bright stardust, golden castles and hope.
Could be if we follow magical trails
we'd lasso the moon if given the rope.

If life were jumbo buckets of could be's
man could preserve earth, trees and hopeful seas!

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:
Total # Words: 111

Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bright Red Heart Of Sunset

Within the bright red heart of sunset,
glowing and glowing thus,
blasts of fires mold those colors
that may stir divine thoughts in us.

Shadows ease in as a crimson sun sinks,
they grow boldly and silently;
between our shielding rapid eye blinks
protecting from light seen too directly.

Tomorrow may bring another ball of fire,
in its steady burn we may see,
images of human dreams, lusts and desires
and find some of what we truly be.

O' red sun why do you not tell us more,
we that stand blind and desperately implore?

R.J. Lindley
Aug.23rd, 1977

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of it delivering its great hits.
We that live to see it find it to be the pits!

Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise
Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging.

I played the safe notes in my lone retreat
Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul.
Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat,
With that coward's safety as my main goal!

That fear was always darkness in disguise
My life was safe in it being so wild.
Living just one lousy day the grand prize
Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child!

Pray tell? Why show this discovery now?
Fear now defeated but I know not how.

Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016


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:
Total # Words: 110

NOTE: Sonnet on why I was so damn wild as a
young man and wanting the world to kill me.
I fought it every damn day, fought people too.
Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young. You will grow old and face that reality as well..
Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last long blow!