A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Into That Garden With Its Snow White Rose

From beneath valley of shadows and rain
she fled, bringing all I ever hoped to gain.
Golden shoes, worn on dainty white feet
the only angel I was to ever meet.

Even her shadow cast a gleaming glow
why she would desire me, I do not know.
In her garden, solitary white rose grew
its blessed promise only she ever knew.

Autumn came and she became very sad
tho' my bliss was greatest I ever had.
I saw the slowness in her morning dance
soon even her kisses lacked romance.

When she plead, please just let me go
winter had come, ground was white with snow.
In her garden her bright white rose had died
that night, on her tear-stained pillow she cried.

New dawn, I found she and her rose had gone
I walked into the woods to cry alone.
Voice cried, "beyond the skies she waits for you,
please be patient, time will give you your due."

Then I knew, love's truest heart finds its path
beyond earth's realm and its darkest wrath.
Into that garden with its snow white rose
find her dainty feet, golden shoes she chose.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13-2018
Rhyme, (Golden shoes, gracing dainty toes)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens

Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens,
That which rivals colors of peacock's preen,
Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens,
Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins
Treasures seen by deep sight and lusting eyes
Beneath weeping moon and low midnight cries.

Her beauty penetrates souls of searching hearts,
Threads of depths that only Nature imparts
And garments of wealth philosophers wear,
Wisdom and history that some did share
Her sighs breathe rainbows upon earth's tables
wanton desires and mystical fables.

In youth, I trekked into her vast holds,
Comforted by warmth, in her bountiful folds,
Hours spent wandering in her sweetest bliss,
Now dreams and loves that I so dearly miss
Nights that saw bright moon shine upon her all
Campfires and lover's dreams within her call.

Dare I pray to see her face and much more,
Diamonds in green vaults and gold dust shores,
Jewels gleaming out from sparkling long streams,
Fresh as the love's forgiveness that redeems
Dare I beg, for her touch and its soft kiss
And her song that sends this heart its true bliss.

These visions have held my heart bold and true,
Enchantment and memories as life's glue,
Soul's needs met in illuminating greens,
Heart and mind stirred by beautiful scenes
Can Time this wealth tragically destroy
Are there cures, Nature's powers can employ?

Huntress of forest gems, vanishing greens,
Save me as you did in my troubled teens,
Walk with me around your mystery bends,
Were we not once both lovers and best friends
Return again into heart and its dreams
Save me from Time's wrath and man's evil schemes.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

Written for new contest....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Temptations That Too Oft Rule Dashing Youth

Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
One can not avoid some terrible truth
Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
Horses racing, no rider at the reins!

That this old dark world celebrates sad facts
Of breaking sweethearts and misguided acts
When love's harvest tis bounty to be had
Youth's vigor, sees no harm in being bad.

Yet with years and wisdom comes wiser heart
Finding life has limits, then we depart
One may look back with deepest of regrets
Realizing one can not win all bets!

Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
One can not avoid some terrible truth
Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
Horses racing no rider at the reins!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth and its follies)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Miracula

And life is an hour's sun
Upon a lonely island peak
Whose mighty base leviathan
Scarce roundeth in a week.

So far away the secrets lie
Within ourselves, so deep they go
In catacombs of memory,
Ten thousand years below.

Yet every tiny flower and shell,
And every flash of human thought,
Are worlds as wide as Heaven and Hell,
As wonderfully wrought.

And life is an hour's sun
Upon a lonely island peak
Whose mighty base leviathan
Scarce roundeth in a week.

R.J. Lindley
Date- no date given, must have been in the early 70's....

*Si quaeris miracula*
If Thou Seekest Miracles

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)

Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly".
Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam.

Definition of “crop up” - English Dictionary
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— phrasal verb with crop US ? /kr?p/ verb [ T ] -pp-
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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!

If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!

Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!

What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)

Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me

Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
by her night charms had invigorated.

I fallen warrior from love's battlefield
just barely alive, refusing to yield,
will red sun bring on saddest doom and gloom
as echoes sing, come now enter this tomb.
Once her love, gave me strength to death resist
as in love's deep ardor I did enlist.

Am I now able to leave bloody soil
rejoin former life with its boring toil,
or hold dear her touch from dreams that renew
to remember her true words, I love you.
Her softest kiss, gentle warmth it sent me
love, desire to never from it be free.

Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed hot memory of night before
rubies, gold cast upon every shore.
Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated
by her night charms had invigorated.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2019
Rhyme, ( What Life And Young Love Both Recall )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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Note :
I decided to write a romantic poem today and this one is based upon
a very sweet memory of a very beautiful and sweet girl I once dated.
Sadly life got in the way, its pull on me to be wild and roaming
caused a split. She told me, if we split now, I will never take you back
and she kept her word on that. I plead guilty to losing her due to my
wild ways and search for ever more beautiful girls to date. When young
one thinks there is always more to be had! Thus oft throws away
precious treasure seeking that ever elusive, "more and more"..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blessed Hope, Rays Of True Light, And Silent Prayer

An ancient man in darken and morbid cloud
no longer full of vigor and foolishly proud
Constant lashing winds, setting heart aghast
as rising black and purple waves cry of the past
Beseeching heavens for signs of relief
from darkness in the marrows, sorrows in the grief
Aching bones that magnify colder chills
fleet footed shadows dance around fresh bloody kills!

Accursed dreams, their vengeance harsh and real
each from darkest dark, into brightest sunlight spills
No clean water to wash away his curse
as both agony and misery becomes worse
Single ray of light breaks through each high noon
from weakened promise, salvation rain may come soon
For decades, that dear hope has stayed alive
within its fleeting happiness, his soul survives!

Death has danced forward and its blade sliced in deep
A young and truly innocent soul, fast asleep
Lo! Fate's wicked companion, may next my soul choose
In that dying moment, I my composure lose!
I had prepared, with courage born of true heart
With my faith seek, much sweeter realm for my restart
Death is abject darkness, its great destructive waves
Accepts only victory, denies Light that saves!

R.J. Lindley,
January 6th, 1979
Rhyme, ( Hope's True Arrow, Shot Straight As The Crow Flies )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019