A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries



A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries

I had always thought to find death in the dead
after seeing lives lost, found I other clues.
Joys of life showed me other answers instead
even if amplified by sad nightly blues.

When glowing red-sun, treads on its daily path
graced by marbled clouds in high summer skies.
Fears of death lost its sting, void of darkness's wrath
and vast vacancy of tearful moaning cries.

Wherein such deeper knowledge gave sweet new cause
I found myself dancing in glittering light.
Seeker journeying far and fast without pause
racing through long brutal maze of darkest fright.

Stand I, beds of flowers, eating bright sunshine
Upon enlightenment my soul does now dine.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 11/11
Total words- 111..

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 111

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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Written for my, A Poem A Day, Authored By Me, thread.. -Tyr

[Balu]

A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries...

To some extent, the conscience that the Soul is immortal can only calm the mind which can not accept the fact of death.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price


Lord grant me, days in Nature's rainbow hues
Walking among wildlife, searching for clues
Thankful for these very fine hiking shoes
In splendor of morn's new risen sun
This peaceful, calming walk will be fun
Later, short picnic before I run
To find butterflies fluttering about
In Nature's pleasing joy, no need to shout
Here waters 'aplenty never a drought
Blue lake lies just beyond Oak-tail heights
Flower banks and ducks a graceful sight
Even more beautiful seen by moonlight
Lord grant me, more years in this paradise
All wonders are free, no admissions price.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2016


Written as was promised this morn, to my dear friend and that very kind and generous poet, Peter Duggan.
With my thanks for introducing this new sonnet form in his fine poem,
In the Hills, Of Walyunga..


Jussaume’s Sonnet created by Christina R Jussaume on August 20, 2015.

It is a 14 line poem left justified as all other Sonnets.

It is made up of 4 Triplets and 1 Couplet
Rhyme for my Sonnet is aaa, bbb, ccc, ddd, ee
Syllable count is as follows: 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9, 10 and 10.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' I Wept, Tears Shattering Broken Souls


I wept hard from noon until late midnight,
feelings for her loss, no other has known,
for lost vision of her face in cool morns;
and sweet, gentle moments her love brought flight.

That day, sun fell into scathing abyss,
her dear soul touch my hand the last time,
she had been my steady rock, my true heart;
earthen angel I shall forever miss.

Looking into closed eyes for a clear sign,
for her love and its soothing warmth anew,
nothing came, not even that beaming smile;
not needed words- "you will always be mine".

O' I wept, tears shattering broken souls
Where epic depths of lonesome sadness blows!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2017

Note- My first poem of the new year and you had to know it would be a sonnet..

[Balu]

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2017

Note- My first poem of the new year and you had to know it would be a sonnet..

Nice poem! But...

NOTE- EDIT, WAS TO THE DATE ON POEM, CHANGED THE 2016 MISTAKEN DATE TO THE CORRECT DATE OF 2017.
I HAD BEING ABSENT MINDED, USED THE OLD DATE WHEN FIRST POSTING THAT NEW POEM.
Thanks for notifying me my friend... -TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drowned in Passionate Depths Of Our Deep Love

So much I wanted to say but could not
speak of moments dancing in pouring rains.
You gave more love than I had ever got
now you gone, it matches depth in great pains!

I know now, your desire in flying free
from your memory I now wish it too.
I, proud ship master, you the storming sea
when enraged together, what fierce winds blew!

In my sinking, your waves played their sad part
I saw storm come but sailed in with my pride.
Your hidden rocks broke me, tore me apart
NOW MY WEEPING SOUL RESTS BELOW HIGH TIDES!

You hold me, embraced in watery grasp
why no longer, are our loving hands clasp?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2017
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: 115
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Started today and finished today..

A bit slow this morn on my writings(!!!), after having kept my grandchildren last night, until mom and dad picked them up at midnight.
Caleb age nine, Ty the walking, gibberish talking baby, and my son Justin, wore this old man out.
In just a bit over eight hours, I had one moment of respite. I raced to the bathroom for sweet relief and had not even
finished urinating when there came knocking on the door, Ty crying.
He had thrown a hard plastic ball against the wall, it bounced back and hit him in the face.
Nothing serious, but man it scared me- that kid can really wail!
Midnight, daughter shows up to retrieve the kids, asks -how did it go?
I being the usual me-said..
Fine baby, just fine-- bring em over anytime! -
I can and will still do crazy, self-destructive things it seems.----Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Darkness Punishes But Does Not Win

Ravaging of Time- its sharp savage blades
Often minor cuts, blood spilled with no thought.
Hidden pains of lone, dark nights, midnight raids
From which no saving reprieve can be bought.
Clinging to that last old withering branch
With endurance built in bravest of souls.
Life holding out for its sad and last chance
Soon to embrace night, black as unburnt coals.

Death, thee hast come to do Time's last commands
With thy blades its servant, wicked with glee.
No power on earth, sends thee reprimands
As no power can drain Time's endless sea!

When innocent souls meet thy merciless blades
Mere mortals ponder, life's foolish escapades!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 107

Note: Time and Death, twins that work to bring darkness, defeated only by the saving Light of a Divine Doorway, when opened.


Today, it took me almost three hours to write this short poem, something a few weeks ago I would have written in about 10 to 15 minutes.
I guess slow going is better than not ever going..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gone

Gone, better way of life that once was true
replaced by dancing lies written on cue.
Gone, decency once citizens choose to enforce
replaced by -do this, for you have no choice!

Now fear, is the tool far too heavily used
for the truth must now be deeply abused.
Now kid- we must tax your lemonade stand
for we are the only high-masters in this land!

And a lone red-hawk finds a burnt-out tree
where once Native Americans roamed so free.
Gone, those that truly honored this great earth
those native people that saw its true worth.

When earth and our kids futures are for sale
It is a safe bet, something has gone to hell!

Rob Lindley, 12-13-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rare Cooking This Fine Morn

To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy!

Experience new dishes, of rare flavor
Spread like butterfly wings upon glazed ham.
Pour tasty hot liquid words to thus savor
Bluebird wings sprinkled in blackberry jam!

What ? No essays, delightful adverb desserts?
No pans of Poe-like raven-baked pies
Yes! And add in boiled rhymes and magpie tales
Booming baked echoes of Mobydick whales!

What next? No essays of delightful desserts?
With deep fried fish and red-button from shirts.
What taste? Tonight toasted Spanish serenade
With sweetest Sangria spice red Kool-Aid!

To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casserole of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy!

Robert J. Lindley, December 31st, 2016

Rhyme, Lin 10/11

Syllable count
11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10
Total # Syllables: 223
Total # Words: 146

Note, family tradition, I cook the last day of the old year..
I've already completed breakfast and got the idea to cook up something on paper..
Lunch is running a bit late...-- -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills

She graced his life and gave her very best
Erasing strife, passing every hard test
Now with his eight flying decades flown by
Death came not and he sat there asking why!

How could he live without her soft touch
He had felt great pain, but never this much
Her death had destroyed his romantic world
Into pits of hell it had his soul hurled

Each night, her love-spirit came in his dreams
He would wake alone, tears flowing in streams
Then he would beg, put me there by her side
I hate life, I am done with this hard ride

One summer night her spirit came to play
In saddest voice he begged her to stay
With bright flash, they flew to another place
To live happy, hand in hand, face to face

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017
RHYME

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 134

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[jimnyc]

Love it, Tyr!! No way I would ever be able to write in a manner that I have to stick to syllables and such, and STILL make it sound great! Well done, my friend. And I can relate regardless.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Withheld And Released, Love's Greatest Treasures

I- (The Start)

Behold
Resplendent vigor,

Dancing upon rainbows
Drinking sweet red wine

Hold her in sweet embrace,
whisper, darling you look so fine

Await that moment you know will come
That softest kiss, sent to find just you

A memory gifted as a very great treasure
Painting etched into clear mind's eagle eye

Remind yourself she is treasured gift
Promise never to say goodbye

Hold that blessed moment
Snapshot in time

Resplendent vigor,
Released.

II (The Answer)

Release
Love's power,

Bliss so profound
Like cool Spring shower

True love's heart and journey,
Promising an eternity in your arms

No treasure can this blessing ever compare
Fantastic depths of love, two lovers may share.

Life rewarded true love's, heart and faithful soul
With hope, joy and deep romantic splendor

Paradise found within each heart's embrace
Jubilant kisses, so softly planted

Mornings, face to face
In love's embrace

United two
Joined.


Robert J. Lindley, 08-14 -2015 (Part I)
Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2017 (Part II)

Note: Part I
Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8
Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1

Note: Part II
Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8
Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1


Note:
Not sure of the form (maybe new?), a poet showed me this with her fine poem.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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Dedicated to poetess, Sassylady, with my sincere thanks given to her, for first showing me this poetry form.
I had great fun writing this one this fine morn..
I read the first part written by me in 2015 and decided it needed a second part.
This is the finished poem.
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