A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Look Inside, There True Courage Oft Awaits

When heartache's sorrows can not be denied
your world is black and your dreams have all died,
you walk this realm in a malignant haze
each turn you take, leads deeper in the maze!
Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!

When rain and storms, follow you day and night
spirit no longer finds the will to fight,
know that life places such trials of fire
to greater strength build and thus, hope inspire!
Look to dawn, its greater promise of new
to clear the air, restore your faith in you!

When that morn, all returns to joyous sights
you dance with glee, forget terrible frights,
snatch onto truth in its victory race
give your thanks for Hope and its saving grace.
Look back, at cause for your blind ordeal
remembering life is great, love is real!

Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!
Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!
Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2017
Rhyme,( Hope and Strength of the Human Spirit)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Hanging Weeping Willows Grow

Clear stream where weeping willow's grow.
Beyond small valleys and the hills.
She puts on a cool - summer's show
Before winter's first cold chills.

Beneath beaming moon, on she flows
It's falling rays dancing in tune.
It's banks weeping willows hang low
Majestic site in month of June.

Soft summer breeze blows through the trees blows
Whispering calls from long ago.
Branches low moving to and fro
Keeping green willows swaying slow.

Of this stream that the willows flank.
I see spread out here before me.
Soft midnight dance upon the banks
Held captive by this beauty free.

I stand there silent in a trance.


Robert J. Lindley and Edward McCall
9-13-2017.


Note- Thank you my friend for requesting that I do this collaboration with you.
I enjoyed this collaboration very much. Always an honor for me to write with young talented poets.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

New Morn's Sun In Sky So Brilliantly Blue

Was she a shadow beauty, faded and lost,
last year's crop stubble tilled underneath?
True, eyes no longer shine as morn bright frost,
her smile no longer showing pearly white teeth.

What tremendous havoc has Time dared to wreck
upon cheeks, chin and supple breasts that now sag?
Each day she saw in her mirror as she inspects,
huge wrinkles like that of a old, crumpled bag.

Yet her heart, her heart remained true and kind
her soft soul yet yearned for great love anew.
Would such golden treasure she ever again find
after her beauty, that Time had sought to undue?

Yet when love came, she found despair had gone
for its power and gift was to her beauty renew.
For her new love, his love-light upon her shone,
she was new morn's sun in sky so brilliantly blue!

R.J. Lindley,
November 7th, 1971

Old Note: Subject-- (True Beauty Is Timeless)

New Note, 9-14-2017: ---- (True Beauty Is Timeless)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Well, here it is. I have been toying with the idea to write this for about two weeks now.
Finally sat down this morn and banged it out.
Truth is, I lived like a wild rampaging mustang once and make no bones about it.
I've never claimed to be a saint and never will. I was crazy for the pretty ladies once and saw no reason not to let them know.
In that, I soon found that a great many of them(many quite wild themselves) liked the honesty and the bold wildness.
Here it is, with just one read over after finishing-- no edits made...--TYR

Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties

We were young, waiting universe lay ahead
too foolish to see danger or feel dread.
What of Love? It was hungry and all around
no need to ask life questions too profound!

Coming from famine, love's gold was our greed
we were starved stragglers in desperate need.
When we gambled and lost, love turned sour
we found dark little taverns in which to cower!

Such was life, in past days of our hippie youth
we just wanted to live fast, to hell with the truth.
Consequences, another word we furiously cursed
sadly they came, their bitter milk we nursed!

Life was glorious that summer of sixty-nine
days gifts, turned to night's wonders so fine.
No worries, Piper need not ever be paid
we kings of this world, thought we had it made!

Future promised, tons and tons of the same
we were ignorant of Fate's cruelest game.
Time was abundant gift that we gladly wasted
life was meant to be lived, loved and tasted!

Then Father Time, stepped up to ring our bell
life went from bliss into a living hell.
Bills sent, we were forced to pay heavy dues
walk over red-hot coals without any shoes!

Nights soon found morns coming with such aches
found we were not steel but glass that now breaks!
Yet through it all, some sweet memories are gold
although quite foolish we were also brave and bold!

What can one say that has not truly danced
felt fantastic bliss of being deeply romanced?
Truth may show bad yet in our youthful pride
WE THAT LIVED HARD AND FAST, WANT ANOTHER RIDE!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017

Note : Born in the fifties, wild child in the sixties, once lived a young life to its full measure. Despite many regrets, there are so many memories that I now do so deeply treasure..
Even painful memories, now oft bring some smiles
--for in that sad and much needed lesson--
I learned to walk upright and not too loudly bemoan, all those long hard miles!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Boarding Lost Ships Into Vast Unknown Seas

Taking lost ships into vast, unknown seas
sadly, with dark black sails set to full mast;
sailing forth despite many urgent pleas
to hold onto precious memories past.

Gone, heartfelt treasures one holds deep and dear
like wisps of smoke in a swirling whirlwind;
struggling against depression and great fear
of that deep abyss waiting at the end.

Midnight waves arrive to wash life's slate clean
with a silent blink they exist no more;
so like grass, no longer vast, lush and green
soon ahead will be just an empty shore!

Tried, shooting vanishing ships full of holes
rescue memories before they are gone;
but those long shot volleys, take heavy tolls
and cut deep into these old fragile bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2017


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Note- The unknown , the horrors ones mind can conjure up are all there waiting for the time when clear mind has eroded into a weakened state and life's memories vanish to be replaced by those imagine horrors. The greater the mind's capacity for imagination, the greater and more horrible the terrors.-Tyr

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/29/op...s.html?mcubz=1

A Portrait of the Ravages of Alzheimer’s

MAY 28, 2011
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To the Editor:

Re “Our Irrational Fear of Forgetting,” by Margaret Morganroth Gullette (Op-Ed, May 22):

Two years ago, my grandmother died of Alzheimer’s. For more than a decade leading up to her death, my mother and I watched a proud, beautiful woman deteriorate into a state that can only be described as animalistic. The horrors inflicted upon her by Alzheimer’s cannot be understated.

Memory loss was only a part of the symptoms my grandmother suffered. Crazed by paranoia and fear, she was haunted by hallucinations. She became violent; despite her tiny frame and size, her strength was at times uncontrollable. Her voice abandoned her, and she could make her needs known only through awkward gestures and noises.

The fact that one in eight Americans older than 65 has Alzheimer’s is no small number. It is an epidemic. My grandmother required 24-hour care, sometimes by multiple people. My family tried to care for her at home, but as the disease progressed, this became a living nightmare for my family. And this went on for more than 10 years.

Having witnessed the disease firsthand, I can truly say there is something worse than death.

CARY RIKER
Happy Valley, Ore., May 22, 2011

To the Editor:

If only it were simply a fear of forgetting. Alzheimer’s is so much more. It is, in our case, a comatose state with eyes wide open and the experience of watching a kind and funny man become an agitated, angry and afraid person with no connection to the world in which he sits (because he cannot stand or walk anymore).
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I truly hope that Margaret Morganroth Gullette and those she loves never experience the disease as my family has. I implore her not to use her public platform to minimize the horror that is Alzheimer’s. Our experience of it has nothing in common with a 96-year-old who can still sing (lucky her). It is, as has been accurately described, death on an installment plan.

May she use her voice instead to draw positive attention to elder-care issues, including the profound emotional and financial costs of providing decent care. You do not need to minimize Alzheimer’s to advance such concerns.

ANNE CALDAS
Montclair, N.J., May 22, 2011

To the Editor:

Emphasizing “personhood instead of debilitation” is not going to prepare society for the huge costs, both emotional and economic, that are fast approaching with the aging of baby boomers and the expected explosion in the number of Alzheimer’s cases.
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While we don’t want to paralyze society with fear, we must keep these issues at front and center, so that research into identifying the earliest stages of Alzheimer’s — when it will be most amenable to treatment — will continue to be aggressively pursued.

That said, Margaret Morganroth Gullette is right to ask whether society should obsess over memory performance, which is a completely different issue. Forgetfulness, at any age, is normal. “Photographic” memory can be a curse, and marital therapists would likely find a “forgetful” pill useful.

Ms. Gullette is also correct to say that age-related memory decline is “considered normal” and that it is different from Alzheimer’s disease. But implying that normal decline is necessarily innocuous, and that anxiety or medical attention is unwarranted, is irresponsible; it does not reflect the concerns of the patients with memory complaints whom I see in my practice.
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While age-related memory decline may not be a harbinger of Alzheimer’s disease, for many people it has a real effect on their function, and safe interventions may be in sight.

To suggest “Forget memory. Try imagination” may be amusing. But when applied to patients with Alzheimer’s, it is equivalent to telling a patient with paraplegia: “Skip walking. Try watching TV.”

SCOTT A. SMALL
New York, May 23, 2011

The writer is professor of neurology and a memory investigator at the Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons and a member of the scientific advisory board of Brain Cells Inc.

To the Editor:

Thanks to Margaret Morganroth Gullette for shining her light on the fact that not everyone who receives a diagnosis of mild cognitive impairment progresses to dementia. Studies that followed up mildly impaired elders for three to five years found that a large minority remained stable and about 14 percent returned to normal. No one yet knows why.

DOUGLAS POWELL
Concord, Mass., May 23, 2011

The writer is the author of “The Aging Intellect” and a clinical instructor in psychology at the Harvard Medical School.

To the Editor:

The ostensibly humorous phrase “senior moment” contributes to the “epidemic of anxiety around memory loss” that is cited in Margaret Morganroth Gullette’s Op-Ed article. Let’s redefine this toxic term like this:

“Senior moment:

(1) Any accomplishment, large or small, possible because acuity, confidence and gumption increase with age.

(2) A memory lapse or other sign of ineptitude attributable to advancing age. Obsolete.”

MARIE SHEAR
Brooklyn, May 22, 2011

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Halloween's Shadows Hold Creatures To Fear

From this world, do not retreat do not tarry
yet of candy lust, be wise, be thee wary.
For dreams and fantasy rarely come true
but life's many troubles so often do!

Heed wise counsel, hold safe thy own
when moon is red and ill winds are blown.
As midnight oft gives dark shadows to play
remain brave in heart and quick to pray!

Evil lurks, in hearts that have lost their way
and tis true, one must fight, come what may.
Same wicked darkness, came to plague Poe
his harbored a black raven instead of a crow!

With eyes wide open, you just may see
soon enough to live, not die as you flee.
Darkness is near, just waiting for All Saints Eve
best you know and in its imps and ghouls believe.

When you dare to walk into that dark alley
remember head was all they found of Sally.
So best to keep mom and dad very near
For Halloween's shadows hold so much to fear!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-19-2017
Rhyme, (Halloween's Welcoming Shadows)

Note- Decided to write this one a bit early. I write a Halloween poem every year, since 1994, year my daughter turned 6.
Next month the kids will be rampaging around neighborhoods seeking treats.
And one never knows what kind of scary creatures they will meet..
I even remember seeing a few myself...-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

On The Spot, First Night's Romantic Love-Plea

Come to me, let me cut your blues into
For darling, I've lost my love, same as you.
Lets dance, forget shadows waiting outside
Nothing matters, except you by my side!

Come to me, we shall bask in dawn's sweet lights
My darling, we shall take heavenly flights.
Lets travel this path and enjoy love's all
My love, that is life singing, our love call.

Walk with me, future bears us no ill will
We have been hurt badly, both had our fill.
Hold this willing hand, this heart aches for thee
Fate and love cry, we shall both then be free.

Let us walk, into our own paradise.
Being joined in truest love will suffice.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-1992
Sonnet (Of Lost Love Memories and Life's Tribulations)

Note- And she said yes... but Life said, this shall not stand...

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

UPDATE--
This contest has no been judged, this poem got first place.
A shock to me having placed so high, after my having read the other entries as this contest sponsor always gets entries from top poets there and so many of those were brilliant, so well composed and deeply sensual. -Tyr


Because Of Grace And Beauty Your Dancing Steps Made

Where bright red in your dance dress, shows truth in your heart
gold and silver lace my dreams of time spent with you.
Tho' fate sent dark storms driving us so far apart,
my memories are as bright as your eyes were blue.

This world, swooned in time with your hot, sensual dance
you sent waves of passion into my willing veins.
My dear, your body, sweet music was your romance
when you stopped dancing, we all felt such lonesome pains.

I knew, you would defeat blues and return
to dance floor and sashay as only you can do.
For your great heart's loving truth will forever yearn
to dress as a queen and put on your dancing shoes!

This too, dances through all my wondrous midnight dreams
those red flashes and turns that your beauty displayed.
Such moments this dark world stops, peace reigns, so it seems
because of grace and beauty your dancing steps made!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Had Time, Eternity Or So We Thought

We had time, eternity or so we thought
days of sunshine, picnics in flowering fields.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought
on and on, our raging love forever builds!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

We had time, eternity or so we thought
you with great beauty that would never fade.
In life's great illusion we both were caught
forgetting we were mortal flesh and bone made!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about that time we both thought secure
those summers, when bliss came with the winds.
We swam in love, its clear waters so pure
treasured times awaiting around the bends!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about that illusion we both held so dear
did we not see and hear its silent cracks?
More breaks in our shield that allowed in world's fear
with tragedy following up our well worn tracks?

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about past fantastic times of love's bliss
romance and its magnificent joys we had.
You and I shall hold onto that first sweet kiss
and thank God for the blessings we once had.

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2017



Note:
A look back , at fleeting shadows and morns brilliantly bright.
At summer skies and love under moonlight and heavenly skies.
At lost treasures, gems one can wonder at having ever been able to hold.
At youthful folly, wild nature and ponder why some reckless fools live so long...
And in all of that, still yearn to walk in morn's new glow and day's great promise....
..... with hopes of wondrous dreams to come!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fear From That Narrow Ledge

Fear from that narrow ledge
your bets you try to hedge,
starving dog without a bone
broken, sad and all alone.

Pray Hope returns again
renews courage as a man,
night falls as day is done
in you dreams away you run!

Life thrills with pulsing beat
you walk with your bare feet,
forests you ignore the trees
sail darkest of dark seas.

Fear reigns while sleeping
your nights filled with weeping,
days of loitering and leaping
your misery gladly keeping!

Fear from that narrow ledge
your bets you try to hedge,
starving dog without a bone
broken, sad and all alone.

R.J. Lindley
April, 24th, 1974

NOTE- The more that you fear to lose something(precious) the greater become the odds that will happen.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

We Had Time, Eternity Or So We Thought

We had time, eternity or so we thought
days of sunshine, picnics in flowering fields.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought
on and on, our raging love forever builds!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

We had time, eternity or so we thought
you with great beauty that would never fade.
In life's great illusion we both were caught
forgetting we were mortal flesh and bone made!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about that time we both thought secure
those summers, when bliss came with the winds.
We swam in love, its clear waters so pure
treasured times awaiting around the bends!

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about that illusion we both held so dear
did we not see and hear its silent cracks?
More breaks in our shield that allowed in world's fear
with tragedy following up our well worn tracks?

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Yes, about past fantastic times of love's bliss
romance and its magnificent joys we had.
You and I shall hold onto that first sweet kiss
and thank God for the blessings we once had.

We had time, eternity or so we thought.
In life and in love, nothing more ever sought.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-25-2017



Note:
A look back , at fleeting shadows and morns brilliantly bright.
At summer skies and love under moonlight and heavenly skies.
At lost treasures, gems one can wonder at having ever been able to hold.
At youthful folly, wild nature and ponder why some reckless fools live so long...
And in all of that, still yearn to walk in morn's new glow and day's great promise....
..... with hopes of wondrous dreams to come!

This poem hit the number 20 spot on 100 best new poems of the month yesterday and landed as Poem Of The Day, this morn at my home poetry site.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wherein Love Lost, Births Darkest Deeds

Wherein dark, silent thoughts dareth to obey,
Storms born from sadness and dark, storming seas,--
While innocent lambs kneeleth down to pray
For great relief in divinely sent breeze!

Useless later regrets, agonized cries,
From those in darkness inspired wicked dance,--
Ever in misery hearts onward flies
Agonies birthed to replace lost romance!

Ever more! Cry for divinely sent breeze,
To vanquish hurt and malevolent deeds,--
Yet too oft they are naked as dead trees
Deep twisted roots of evil's blackest seeds!

Reprieve exists, in far flung hidden ports,
Shielded by seas of temptation's desires--
With these weapons great deceiver exhorts
Deeper placed feet in hot flaming fires!

In darkest caverns crying out in pain,
Wailing epic sorrows born from acts foul--
What of innocence may yet there remain
After their dark masters take their long bow!

O' Lord! Can such blinded sheep be reclaimed,
Cleansed of their wicked, demonic delights,--
For thy born earth they defiled and defamed
With stacks of lies and pains of highest heights!

R.J. Lindley,
START DATE- August 25th 1972
Finish date, October 2nd, 2017

Note- This old poem was about half complete when found this morn.
I edited that half and finished the reminder this morn. I guess taking
45 years to write and finish a poem may be a record.
Yet I thought the first half worthy enough to continue.
Subject of love lost, its sadness turn to bitterness.
Hope you may enjoy this poem, its insights and its questions asked about Life,
Love and Humanity.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Are You Now, Free Falling, Like Heaven Sent Rain

We hope you passed, free falling, like Heaven sent rain
Are we ever to hear or see your like again?
Sad sorrow arrives, as we mourn this world's loss deep
For your music and talent we wanted to keep!

Pride in your character as a great Southern man
Truth in telling, I was one of your biggest fans.
Looking down on life's seas from your higher white cliffs
Honoring us with music and great guitar riffs!

Now we face a darker world, without your true voice
Your passing, we must face but not by our own choice.
Musical words, you gifted us truth, hope and love
Are you giving us that big smile, from far above?

Tho' gone, forget you and your music we will not
Who, who could ever fill your legendary spot?
Friend, we bid you goodbye, remembering each gift
Your spirit and life did oft, our lives so uplift!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-3-2017
Rhyme, (Tribute to Tom Petty)
Tom Petty died, 10-2-2017, This world lost this great singer, songwriter,musician and fine gentleman..


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

***********************************

Decided to go ahead and write this piece.
I hope you may enjoy reading it and think of his music, messages he gave and the inspirations that were born from his talent being shared with the world.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem Notes:

R.J. Lindley,

June 11th, 1971
Rhyme, ( Mankind, Mysteries, Love and Life)

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Note- Although we are but a mere blink of the eye in Time, we are also true wonders in this vast Universe. For we are Souls that know the blessings and wonders of Love..

As I Ponder Life And Its Too Brief Span

As I ponder Life and its too brief
span-
World's many mysteries and its dark shrouds,
How came to be this great wonder called man;
Between Heaven and Earth float fluffy clouds;
Nature made to aid both with creations,
Birth, Life and Decay are constant blown winds,
Man lives for romances deepest sensations;
In true romance that we pray, never ends.

As I ponder Life and its too brief
hours-
Crystal dawns and sun's brighter warming rays;
Spring's re-generations and May showers;
How in Hope's just cause, patience always pays,
For Time is too oft dear Friend or great Foe,
Allows us to stay here but for a while;
Some are ancient, others as fleeting snow;
While man walks his path a few shallow miles.

As I ponder Life and its too brief
span-
World's many mysteries and its dark shrouds,
How came to be this great wonder called man;
Between Heaven and Earth float fluffy clouds;
Nature made to aid both with creations,
Birth, Life and Decay are constant blown winds,
Man lives for romances deepest sensations;
In true romance that we pray, never ends.

R.J. Lindley,
June 11th, 1971
Rhyme, ( Mankind, Mysteries, Love and Life)

Note- Although we are but a mere blink of the eye in Time, we are also true wonders in this vast Universe. For we are Souls that know the blessings and wonders of Love..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Decided to edit this old poem and present it today. Hope you may enjoy the read, I was very young(17) when I wrote this one(2 years after my father's death).. --Tyr

[darin]

That's beautiful. Makes me sad a bit - wish I had a close relationship with my dad.