A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This Dark Night

When did this fire reflame in my badheart
arc of hate hitting up my hidden mark
Burns in urges to again let hell loose
cut the strong tightrope, slay the damn goose!

Night stars, where fled your so soft soothing shine
old scars, why with this old soul, tonight dine
Old days and pains, why break thy many chains
corrupt again the vestiges of what remains!

Cast away, ancient red-hot burning brand
steady the promises of this new found land
Vanquish this dark curse, deep black-rage in me
return that treasure chest and golden key!

Dark shadows, leave this time of my sad falls
For this needed respite, my spirit calls!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-25-2016

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Too Late To Write Poetry, I Would Rather Be Dead


Too late to write poetry, lid is closed
Time flew by, I must have sleepily dozed.
What pretty flowers, I no longer see
Why were those sad people looking at me?

My favorite preacher showed up to preach
Alas! Tis not poetry he can teach!
Wait! Do not lower me into the ground!
Waking up now - new dancing rhymes I've found!

What! No poetry! I'd rather be dead
Hurry boys, lay me in this earthen bed!
Quick now laddies, shovel that tasty dirt
Lay me six deep, even should it now hurt!

Poetry, be it a treasure or curse
yet I find, living without it tis worse.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan 7th, 2017

Poetry form- SONNET
Ten syllables per verse.

Note- I previously wrote this as ten verse rhyme -to meet contest requirements on a specific subject , when given two choices.
This version is me writing it without meeting those very limiting , set contest standards.
I prefer the sonnet form of 14 verses over that of ten verses!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted


In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted


In what color was freedom's cloak painted?
Perhaps white to symbolize its great good?
Bright color for those not weak-heart fainted?
Nay, better to show man's heart as it should!

Gold to show freedom's true and greatest wealth?
To toast man's human soul and its good health?
Nay, best to love life before being dead.
And thus it must be bright, glowing blood-red!

With firm sharp sword and battle hardened shield
Prove freedom promises to never yield.
Deep rose-red, with strong sword of finest steel
Honoring those that fought at Bunker Hill.

Red handled hilt, with sword blade so inscribed.
Freedom we are brothers, can not be bribed!

Sonnet
January 21, 2017
Robert J. Lindley

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

For Julia's contest, The Swords Speak - Poetry Contest

Note from Sponsor:
(Make sure your poem is about the quote per se, not about swords.)

Contest Description

Back in the eighteenth century, the swords of the Polish Legion Supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase, translated as

"Free people are brothers"



What to Submit?

Please think about the quote and compose a poem about it, not restricting yourself to any particular period in history or the present time unless you wish to.

Any form is acceptable except "I do not know", which isn't a form, anyway.

Prizes

First - Tenth Prize - Glory

My example is "Free People", dated 1/10/2017.

Preparing Your Entry

Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.

English Language

Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible, unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.

A Note to Poetry Contestants

You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I spent all day trying to force myself to write a poem. Nothing worked, until I thought of my phone call received from a friend that I lost contact
with over 30 years ago.
Then this sonnet started in my head and after a few hours I decided to shut up my arguing against writing , and just knuckle down and write..
I hope you may enjoy.. -Tyr


A Long Journey And Very Sad Look Back

Looking back at those youthful follies invited
Days of sweet glory and thoughts of being knighted
Time sends back its memories of the lively ghost
My crazy younger self, that all too willing host

Life has raced through distant extended middle years
With its love, joy, misery, pains and saddest tears
Longings bereft of Love's satisfying reprieves
Brave daredevil fools taunted Fate, were thick as thieves

Then time slapped us from slumber with its mighty knocks
No bluffs of bravado could destroy these new shocks
Midnight dreams remind us of death and true love lost
No lying can convince, wild-times were worth the cost

Youthful folly serves a purpose we may not know
For with each knock down, our wisdom began to grow

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 123

Note: This sonnet was inspired by a conversation I had this morn with an old friend from my youth. He had just learned of my mother's recent death and called to give condolences.
He started speaking about the many very wild times we had over 40 years ago.
After thinking about that conversation most of today, this sonnet started forming in my head.
With the sad truth being, those wild young times were folly and not a true positive regardless of how we may choose to remember/romanticize them.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky
Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again
Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin
No honor felt in this lost state I am at
Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat
Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on
Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone
Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair
Missing that love, only mother and child can share
Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below
So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017

Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee.
There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017