A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In This Cold, Concrete Jungle My Friends Gone, I Mourn

In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born
in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn
with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities,
in our jungle, living in stained cities.

O'where shall we go to live when Nature is lost
what barren patch of sad dirt shall we call our own
will we ever wake to consider that great cost
or just embrace polluted soil with bleached white bones.

Nature, creation of the One that is divine
with gifts intended for the likes of you and me
think of the very best wine from Nature's grapevines
and sweet delicious fruits from its wonderful trees.

Shall we all be kings in this greed's great fantasy
marching forth blindly to a dark piper's lost tune
or wake to see effects of our dark legacy
under the unseen rays of a now blinded moon.

In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born
in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn
with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities,
in our jungle, living in stained cities.

R.J. Lindley, May 7th 1981

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now a bit recovered from my recent illness and my intense dedication to finishing our long and ever increasing collaboration, I find a moment to write a new sonnet today,after my recent dry spell here.... ..
Below is that new creation..-Tyr

Moon And Stars Look Down Upon Shadowed Hills


Red sun sets, low hills grace fading skies
dusk brings forth fluttering, dancing fireflies.
Night creeps forth, cool winds stirring to now blow
so deep and rich the vast meadows all show.

Sun and Nature both yield to night's power
eating previous day's toil hour by hour.
Colors gleaming where bright wild flowers grow
clouds soon hint of soft rain, a light shower.

Moon and stars look down upon shadowed hills
far off, low calls of cooing whip-poor-wills
Man, too often oblivious to all
neither sees such beauty nor hears its call

O' shallow man, thy heart hides, its blind pains
behind arrogance, greed, epic dark stains.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 106

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Each Night He Heard Steps Of Death's Forward Guard
(Stand Back, I Got This One His Muse Cried)

He was now old, ancient, older than dirt
even his tired bones ached, everything hurt.
Those bad dreams, on and on they swiftly came
horrible images of he hobbled and lame!

What cursed ravages Time and Fate had wrought
now still alive, he knew his soul was caught.
Gone are days of living, sweet love and joy
small relief found, dreaming he was a boy.

Each night he heard steps of death's forward guard
enduring such fear, living was too hard!
Yet try as he may, no remedy was found
soon he would be planted in cold hard ground!

Dawn, into that long dark shadow he fell
with one foreboding thought, Heaven or Hell?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 11 10 10 10 10 10 10 11 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 114

Note:
Written for a contest.
Write a dark poem in free verse or sonnet form, 16 verses or less.
I chose to write a dark and sad sonnet about old age and facing death...
Well actually my muse chose (not I), I was just too tired to fight her and just wise enough to let her take control for a change..
Upon completion, I turned to give her my sincere thanks.


I found that she had quickly far away fled
I found a rather interesting note instead
Here is the truth and best of it that I read
for these informative words she said
I hope soon into that dark shadow you step
so many a year now, I have grieved and wept
As my host you have given me great grief
your passing shall me gift me my relief
I wrote those verses giving me comfort and joy
to me you are just a sad and broken old toy
When into that shadow you may soon fall
I hope you crash into that giant fiery ball
Now leave me be, I want to take a long break
you are a cantankerous old man I forsake
Now folks, fear not, this note has often been read
wrote each of the hundreds of times she has fled
Later she comes back with words mellow and sweet
with presents and bowing while washing my feet
I forgive her each time and onward we race
I can not resist her lips, that beautiful face.

ALL WRITTEN WITH IMAGINATION AND LOADS OF POETIC LEEWAY....

[Russ]

In This Cold, Concrete Jungle My Friends Gone, I Mourn

In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born
in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn
with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities,
in our jungle, living in stained cities.

O'where shall we go to live when Nature is lost
what barren patch of sad dirt shall we call our own
will we ever wake to consider that great cost
or just embrace polluted soil with bleached white bones.

Nature, creation of the One that is divine
with gifts intended for the likes of you and me
think of the very best wine from Nature's grapevines
and sweet delicious fruits from its wonderful trees.

Shall we all be kings in this greed's great fantasy
marching forth blindly to a dark piper's lost tune
or wake to see effects of our dark legacy
under the unseen rays of a now blinded moon.

In Nature's wooded glen a speckled fawn is born
in this cold, concrete jungle my friends gone, I mourn
with Nature's increased loss, some cry what great pities,
in our jungle, living in stained cities.

R.J. Lindley, May 7th 1981

This is a really nice and inspiring work, Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Too Many Sins For Me To Count

Long shadows on tall snowy mount
too many sins for me to count
Frozen lake with live fish beneath
what will my love ever bequeath
When moon frowns upon my dark-face
can I admit my sad disgrace

Dark shadows, linger in the night
being afraid is only right
From deep woods come loud, restless howls
I stand alone, gone are old pals
When dawn brings forth sweetest relief
I fall to pray, in true belief

Shadows sent to perform dark task
WHY ME, LOST HEART DARES TO ASK
Am I forgiven my sins
true maker of sincere amends
Carry me to a safer place
take this soul from this shadow place

Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2017

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 111

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Faraway Land, Where Sweetest Rhapsody Abides

In faraway land, where sweetest rhapsody abides
there is hope and smoke in tight little curls;
with life's mysteries and all that it hides,
deep romance and those tasty little hidden swirls.
In distant land, sweet dreams arrive by truckloads
with fire that sets one's soul alight;
one has but to walk barefoot on such dusty roads
to find joy overcoming dark world's blight.
In dear heartland, eager sings love's magic touch
where just one kiss can bring eternal bliss;
all the days of joy almost seem too much,
with dreams fruiting love, one dare not miss.
In homeland, rests blessings of family and friends
every dawn brings light and promised new start;
youth with hope and ambitions that never ends,
dance with maidens with purest love in each tender heart.

Robert J. Lindley
July 19th, 1995
Form-Romanticism

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Ok, so it is an old poem.
I am currently not writing any new poems until the afternoon dinner-bell rings clear... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Moon Wades Silently Across Night Sky

When moon wades silently across night sky
And that hush spreads across this dark city
We oft sleep safe and never wonder why
Some sleep in alleys finding no pity

They that are so lost and their Hope faded
Live their sad lives in a slow moving haze
Bitter in pain, outlook dim and jaded
With hollow eyes and far-off vacant gaze

As dawn breaks and morning coffee hot-brews
Thanking God's grace you are given such gifts
For only One paid all your heavy dues
Why not today, your fellow man uplift

Hold back any and all useless crying
Help a lost soul, save a life from dying

Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2017
Form- 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 # Words: 108

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This is a really nice and inspiring work, Robert.

Thank you Russ. I now see that in my recent bad time that I have failed to reply to comments made to and about my poetry..
Recent problems aside, I still face a time issue,, as in too little to both write and reply, and do my numerous daily tasks at home.
Additionally hard, when any of my family are sick..
Yet I persevere because basically I am an old stubborn mule..-
YET, SUCH IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED BY ME... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Memories Of Thrill Of Her First Kiss

In memories of thrill of her first kiss
I had felt joy but never deep like this
In my dreams this treasure I now so miss
Love with a raven hair beauty named Cris
Sweet magnificent treasure was her lips
We majestically flew in our trips
Pleasures natural and truly sublime
Fine gems I will remember for all time
Found love in late summer of sixty-nine
I became hers and her love became mine
Bliss was not destined to forever last
Her kiss, the sweetest jewel in my past
Night dreams, her lips touch, my soul does feel
Oft I wake, feasting on thrill of that meal

In memories of thrill of her first kiss
I see my first true love, raven haired Cris
A past lover that gave her greatest gift
Kisses that my young soul did so uplift
In that blissful moment our lips first met
We knew not all our love would soon beget
Nights of longings and aching times apart
Epic passion born in each eager heart
Utter joy, bodies melded those hot nights
Only our passion existed in our sights
Found was her kiss and first love's deep reward
We strolling down paradise boulevard
Dear memories, love born from her first kiss
Of my lost beauty, my raven haired Cris

Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2017
Double Sonnets

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 280
Total # Words: 214

Note- I rarely ever write double sonnets but this subject and the inspiration found in dmp's, First Kiss Thread, warranted a special poem as I promised to compose.

[darin]

Beautiful - I think I like-best the part about the kiss birthing emotions. Not emotions birthing the kiss. I think that's important. That describes the explosion of feelings the kiss ushered-in. The Kiss grew what was felt up until that point.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beautiful - I think I like-best the part about the kiss birthing emotions. Not emotions birthing the kiss. I think that's important. That describes the explosion of feelings the kiss ushered-in. The Kiss grew what was felt up until that point.

Thanks, spot on analysis.
Before the kiss came, existed only desire--but after the kiss, the entire universe exploded into unimaginable levels of joy and pleasures, time became an enemy that kept us apart.. (and eventually ended our paradise!)

The poem is about the memory of the the girl( Cris, my first), but only as known through the gateway of that first kiss.
Showing that the power of that first kiss, eager lips meeting and the sun exploding, birthed all that followed....
These days, such may seem an antiquated notion(with so many girls eager to kiss other parts)--but nevertheless such is the deep and true power of a first kiss when one meets a soulmate(first love).
This from the author's perspective as it is based upon my young life and my short time with her...
Such short time that birthed a lifetime of treasured memories...
As we are what we have been, what we hold dear and how we have lived ..... the present being only a temporary step into what we will continue to become..-Tyr

[darin]

First kisses are made special NOT by avoiding them, but by building into the kiss sufficient power, energy, anticipation and a sense of destiny -
as if there was no choice. Sometimes when meeting another person feelings and chemistry arise. Feelings build and energy strengthens and the moment happens and......the KISS!! The kiss culminates and punctuates the feelings. The kiss becomes the end of the date. The kiss is the cherry on top.


The best kisses culminate nothing. The kiss is not the destination but the kiss births stronger feelings. The kiss is not the prize or the final chapter but when true lovers kiss they somehow unlock yet-another level of sexual/intimate consciousness. Asking someone out is not the first step. Accepting and going on the date is merely approaching the beginning. When lovers kiss - That kiss is the genesis of love - not the revelation.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Can Poets Gift, Solace In Their Blood Soaked Ink

White canvas covered evergreen forests deep
Chill of loneliness invades restful sleep
Where shall, soul find much needed relief
In the caverns of despair or sad disbelief
Or by gems from poetic minds, thus granted
By Luck or Fate, golden pens enchanted?

Dark times, cry out for true and blessed light
Pain of being lost stab dreams at night
When will, aching spirit find its just reward
As this world hits too often and too hard
Can poets gift, solace in their blood soaked ink
Cast words of wisdom, help others think?

Caravans of Hope, oft treasures poets cast
Cries of help, answered with poems that last
Shall poets, now cease to write caring deep
Or gift jewels for the many that weep?
With active pens and giving heart and mind
Will poets shine Light on some that are blind?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-29-2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit

Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.

Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love take firm root
or presume I too much?

In thy heart's beating my heart trails
begging once more thy hand.
We seek love and all it entails
life's dance, its greatest band.

Shall we find vermilion sunsets?
Hold Love's all and all it begets?

Robert J. Lindley,
Romantic Sonnet (86) (100)
Words (88)

Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 88