A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pierced Heart, Desperate Addiction

Invisible daggers that pierce this shattered heart
often spring from a glorious and loving start
That blessed day started nicely like all the rest
ended with me finding perfect love and facing a test

As I walked the path that did indeed send me to you
you ventured forth with a pretty sweet trap or two
First you brought a body few men could ever resist
like nectar hanging in a sweet and heavenly mist

As I sank deeply into your charms and delicious spell
with glories of love and mere glimpses of a fateful hell
Nothing could stop me from abandoning myself to your all
never seeing disaster and the coming spirit breaking fall

Your loving whispers were like a shattering glory sound
masking the cries from the others you had so easily bound
Had I known , my desire would still have given me solely to you
to entice, pleasure, satisfy and then slowly, wickedly use!

These many years since you destroyed a good man's heart
slay me , play me , breaking body and soul desperately apart
Yet I still long for your touch and long night's embrace
even as I beg to send you to hell ending my lasting disgrace!

Robert J. Lindley first draft date- 07-28-1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

[Balu]

Pierced Heart, Desperate Addiction

Wonderful as usual! I've just felt a smell from my youth.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wild Horses

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shoe'd in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

I want six-shooters there loud blasting
and cowboys wearing sharp toe'd boots
I never planned on this trip long lasting
always, great pride in my Southern roots!

There was a pretty senorita a'dancing
O' once she meant the world to me
I want to remember our deep romancing
like smooth waves on a shining sea!

Nights I spent drinking and fighting
STILL BRING A BIG SMILE TO ME
I SEE HER AGAIN, MOON JUST A'LIGHTING
that yellow hair flowing so free!

Time has way of hurting and a'eroding
sending long cold shivers a'shaking
Pray I see her again just a'holding
apple pie for me she was a'baking!

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shoe'd in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

R. J. Lindley
Date -ancient, maybe 69 or 70..

Note- OK, I made it(too damn old).. Now I want those horses a few more decades A' waitin.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Shown below are the first replies from other poets about this new poem I posted.-Tyr

Reply

Chris Green
Date: 1/11/2017 7:16:00 AM
Sounds like a wonderful list of poetic requests. What a way to go out, still hoping you stick around a bunch more.

Reply

Tony Devers
Date: 1/11/2017 4:35:00 AM
A colourful, lively poem, a true celebration of life's rich tapestry, and it's inevitable end. Do not go gentle into that goodnight, cowboy.

Reply


Wilfred Aniagyei
Date: 1/11/2017 3:23:00 AM
Time does have a way of hurting

Reply

White Wolf
Date: 1/10/2017 10:07:00 PM
You are Bidziil: Navajo for "he is strong" I don't know the word for poetry but you are strong in poetry. I love this, Robert. /|\

Reply

White Wolf
Date: 1/10/2017 10:09:00 PM
But Tasunke is Dakota for Horse /|\

[Balu]

Shown below are the first replies from other poets about this new poem I posted.-Tyr

I read these replies and am happy that your are not alone and single with your thoughts and feelings in our World of lonely souls.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fate Delivers Its Promised Bitter Cup

He sat shackled, days and nights now a daze,
Doom and gloom, now spoke in whispered tones.
Once dashing, ladies in a swooning craze
Each day he became more a wasted bone

Upon heaving chest, gasps of his sorrows,
Sparse food and water with no needed rest.
His weeping soul prayed for no tomorrows
Despair, he had failed battle's greatest test.

Sword and armor now ancient broken heap,
He questioned why, last huge battle was lost.
Not thinking, as you sow, so shall you reap
Each death plea, heart knew its punishing cost.

Prison bars, filtered in freedom's light,
Fleeting rays, spoke of sacrifice and pain.
Worse, sad and quiet loneliness each night
And knowing he could not remove that stain.

Having heard his battle-horse had been killed,
His tears flowed as if for a long lost friend.
By very best they were trained and were skilled
He passionately prayed for that same end!

Dawn came, his prayer answered that sad morn
Marched to a massive tree and there tied up.
His mind spoke, for this sad Fate, you were born
Rejoice, bravery gifts this bitter cup!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2017

Note- Written this morn, after reading the great poem, (The Captive), 1840,
composed by the great Russian poet, Mikhail Lermontov...

Source:
http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...ontov_ind.html

In sincerest hopes that this tribute poem, may have done that gem some justice....

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 187

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I got a bit carried away and went far past writing a fourteen verse sonnet...
As I thought, his magnificent poem deserved more verses in tribute!--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sweet Romance Is In Truth A Healing Balm

Within sweet dreams where dreamy gifts abound,
And all seems calmer, fresher and so new,
There heart's desires can easily be found
In peaceful sleep, such are beautiful views

If wanting a much better, longer life,
Know living right, is truest golden path,
This dark world will always give its dark strife
Key is to not reply with evil wrath

Live not in shadows of sad former hate,
Instead live life, looking for rain to dance,
Hopeful truth is, it is never too late
For life's woes can be healed by sweet romance

Let your dreamy desires seek, truer love
Live without the dark strain, of push and shove

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017
Sonnet 10
(Hope, Life, Romance)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 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: 110


NOTE- WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST, MAY EVEN ENTER IT.. --TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Broken Heart Has Soul Imprisoned

Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower
In despair's blackest storm hid I the saving key
No recovery from misery's darkest hour
My soul wanted to destroy wrecked life within me!

Memories of childhood and mother's loving hands
Such were not mere dreams but blessed reality
She taught me love's gentle touch, how a man stands
Saved this lost spirit from death-felt insanity!

Had I in deepest of depressions ended all
BLED AGONIZING LIFE INTO WELCOMING PIT
Saved I was, by motherly advice should I fall
Son if fallen, get back up, Life get on with it!

Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower
Saved by her truest love, in a Heaven sent shower!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2017
Sonnet, Lin12/12 (dedicated to my loving mother)

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: 116

NOTE:
I woke this morn to a shining light,
Twas her sending down a golden gift
Saying dear son, get thee up to fight
IN TRUE LOVE, BOTH OUR SOULS UPLIFT!

Thus, I've written four poems today, one a romantic poem collaboration first half, already sent to a top poetess to complete. She accepted first draft sent her, as is , saying it clearly needed no corrections/edits.
I am much better now , but a strong residual darkness still lurks, I can still feel it. -Tyr

[Gunny]

Loss. It doesn't go away. You learn to live with it. It will eat you up inside if you let it. Do what momma said ... git up and fight. She expects no less. The best thing you can do is be exactly the man she raised you to be. That is her homage and what she deserves.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall I Beg For Time Here To Be Longer

When tombstone at grave site shall be written
Praying it records, great good I have done
No words on lovers, heartfelt and smitten
Instead tell, Salvation given not won.

Whenever life upon earth's realm falters
May Light and Grace arriving, this soul save
Racing an angel but never caught her
My prize, Truth rewarded for being brave.

Shall I beg for time here to be longer?
Or in truest faith, my soul be much stronger?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 75

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thus Fate Cries- I Break Thee Into Bits


Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts
Thy dark-hands crush suffering soul
With glee thy blades cut body parts
Fate helps thee with each heavy blow!

Raging storms emerge from thy deep pits
Destroyed life in darkness must submit
To hammer blows from precision hits
Thus Fate cries- I break thee into bits!

Shall I bow to awesome powers
Ill-winds, poisoned darts thrown my way
Wicked rains, hail in black-showers
Misery in games as thee plays

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 9 9 9 9 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 75

WRITTEN FOR CONTEST, 75 WORDS OR LESS

Final version below - is now entered in contest..-Tyr

O' Death, Thy Malignant Sting Forever Cuts
(When Fate Cries, Break Thy Soul Into Bits)

Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts
Thy dark hands crush suffering souls
With glee blades cutting body parts
Fate helps thee with hard, heavy blows!

Raging storms emerge from thy pits
Destroyed life in darkness submits
Hammering blows, with precise hits
Fate cries, break thy soul into bits!

Shall we fear, bow to such powers
Ill winds, poisoned darts thrown our way
Wicked rains, hail in black showers
Such heart pains in thy final play!

Contest, What Doesn't Kill Us
Contest, Sponsor Laura Loo
75 Words, March 4th, 2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 96
Total # Words: 75

EDITED FROM THIS ORIGINAL SHOWN BELOW , WRITTEN IN TEN SYLLABLE VERSES
SIMPLY WAS NO WAY IN HELL, COULD I JUST TOSS AWAY THE ORIGINAL, MERELY TO MEET CONTEST REQUIREMENTS OF 75 WORDS OR LESS.
HERE ARE BOTH BUT FIRST ONE LIMITED TO 75 WORDS WILL ENTERED INTO THE CONTEST , WITH ITS (NOT REQUIRED BUT) PERFECT SYMMETRY OF 100 SYLLABLES.



I Know, Fate Helps Thee With Each Heavy Blow!

Yes, thy great power breaks this weeping heart
Thy dark-hands crush this deep suffering soul
With glee thy blades cut every body part
I know, Fate helps thee with each heavy blow!

When raging storms emerge from thy deep pits
My destroyed life in darkness must submit
To hammer blows from thy precision hits
And this my Fate says- break thee into bits!

Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers
To ill-winds, poisoned arrows sent my way
To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers
And misery in night games as thee plays!

Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers?
To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017
Sonnet


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bright Sunny Rays, Sent This Soul Into Glee

I woke that clear morn in dew laden grass,
Still dreaming, of night's paradise before.
Our Love had flown away, from its impasse,
I was broken deeply within my core.
Yet new dawn and hope grabbed me by the hand
Cried out, do not let her just slip away
You're worthless, unless you now take a stand
Seek her, else bear pain til your dying day

Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee
I am hers, and she is meant for me

Off to her distant place my new-heart raced
Soon would be joy, sweet dreams there born anew
Let die, angry words that had her disgraced
For Love, she must give mercy that was due
Love, can not falter if its heart is right
She saw me coming, raced forth with a grin
Her dancing glow, such a heavenly sight
Saying again, our Love vows til the end

Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee
I am hers, and she is meant for me

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2017

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 162

Note- Old poem from the mid-70's.
Heavily edited today and now presented.


I was too tired to write today, so heavily edited this old poem and presented it..
Hope to be better tomorrow..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Removed...to rewrite the poem..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wide Eyes Absorbing That Magical Scene


Upon night's clear sky, moon glowing its best
Soft breeze, swirling gently in silent tune
That gleaming star shining high in the West
Companion for Heaven's striking big moon

Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
With its proof we are souls wanting to fly
Earthen ground reflecting brightest moon-sheen
Tears born of pure joy, not a sad, sad cry

As dawn comes to wipe, to gift us new views
We may feel pains of sorrow losing this
Should we not celebrate having the two
For surely either lost, we'd dearly miss!

Should mankind ponder why such great, bright gifts
Tis Heaven's view to earth, that so uplifts


by Robert J. Lindley
1-23-2017
Sonnet-10

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 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: 108

Note-
This sonnet was written this morn, as I watched dawn approach this happy family home, hidden away in these magnificent hills!
Earth, Sky and Heaven sent moon's gleaming views away to birth early dawn's great gifts to mankind!--Tyr

Edited to add note..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Are We Mortal Men Or Blinded Field Mice?

Dare I forgive, this sadder light of day
Stumble within its long, dark corridors.
Crawl forth, this body made of earthen clay
Begging for sweet relief and nothing more?

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Nay! One must rise up and dare to Fate fight
Sew Life's cuts with courage and stronger thread.
Walk not in servitude, dark of dark night
Waiting only dreaded day we are dead!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Life's greatest blessing is also our foe
For it rests within Time's dark clutching hands.
We were made with souls, so that we may know
We are imprisoned on these earthly lands!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

With that key left, for each to seek and find
One may enter paradise's golden streets.
Deep in our hearts, love that can save each mind
Awaits beyond our sad earthly defeats!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017
(Rhyme)


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 182


Note:
Slowing light came back to shine, into a blinded lost soul
all that great loss was not all mine, yet quite sincerely I feel,
I just may have felt its greatest toll.
I woke up at 2 am this morn, could not sleep.This poem started and demanded that I get up to finish it.
My muse yet slept(as she is often even lazier than I), so instead of the usual forty-five minutes it would take me and her to write a poem of this length,
it took me writing alone, a bit over three hours!
What a relief to finish this finally(!), and this poem has been posted without any edits.
Although edits may yet come after I reread it again tomorrow, if I find typo's, etc.. -Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Beg My Fallen Soul To Find Its Strength Again

I beg my fallen soul to find its strength again
Illuminate this spirit to hold and thus see
Revolt against agony in every sad pain
No more useless begging of, please just let me be!

Scream back at shrieking black-shadows on their dark hunt
Free my sinking legs from this deep, murky quicksand
I live in this storm, tis no bad dream or mere stunt
At times its misery is more than I can stand!

Find stronger heart, bring color back into my life
Reach into my vanishing dreams, gain their rescue
Alas! Each day offers another chance for strife
My mind cries out, gift relief, is it not my due?

Destroy this heart-wrenching torment that eats my all
Shall anybody, anything answer this call?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2017


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: 125