A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet We Can Truly Change If We But Try

Are we just dust blown in chaotic winds,
Or driftwood snagged around river bends?
Ghastly ghosts of a once greater being,
content to crawl along without seeing?
Or lost seeds sprouted in ancient dark ground,
Whose dying makes not even a loud sound?
Here under sorrows and a hiding sun,
We oft rip and tear, calling such great fun,
Thinking we are in control and much more
Existing as nothings, on darkened shores!
Racing as blinded mice in shadow dreams,
Content to exist within this world's schemes

Wailing and moaning as we live and die
Yet we can truly change if we but try!

R.J. Lindley,
July 12th, 1979
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies
pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies.

Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes
desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies,
finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground,
thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found.
First step taken, this soul takes its desperate flight,
embrace anew, treasures that make life feel alright.

Through drifted powdered paths my healing does begin
rhythm of my brisk breath is like a cleansing hymn.
Serenity in solitude is what I seek,
in contemplative meditations I do speak
amongst the frosted firs a chapel for my prayers
in your Trust surrendering all worries and tears.

To slow life’s commotion and hush harsh emotion,
quiet communion in woodland is my potion -
sweetest swells of ecstasy makes my spirit swoon
in whitest snowdrop bloom my heart will follow soon.
With every snowy step I purify a thought
in this pristine Love I find absolution sought.

The winding trail I followed with a downcast face
and left behind the sorrow of my past disgrace.
Ascending farther to the snowy mountains peak
animated to discover my fate unique.
I shall not let my courage waver, not this time,
with weary steps I continue my forward climb.

The final steps to reach my summits divine light,
my mind virtuous as snowflakes of purest white,
I inhale the essence of life at nature’s hem,
finally free from chains of torment I condemn.
With Fate and Time to blend with Earth, I shall redeem
my dignity and recover my self-esteem.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul)

July 25, 2018

Poet's note: It was with great and deep pleasure that we three poets joined together to compose this poem. As our hearts and minds united to bring a harvest of beauty, treasures and soul finding solace within a journey through Nature's garden and its soul soothing solitude, covered in whitest of snowflakes and heart's seeking desires.
My heartfelt thanks goes to my two wonderful and awesomely talented co-writers, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren. To have the true honor of creating with such dear friends is a blessing indeed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Edited- 9-02-2018

~ POTW ~ ( Poem Of The Week Awarded )
Week of July 29, 2018

It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Should Fate, Ever This Dark World Defy And Splinter


He walked through hidden subterranean tombs
crying out his veneration for those long dead
they from love, born of our mother's bountiful wombs
they that ate her Love, her kind Heart, her daily bread.
In cold and heartless deep sea of relentless black
devoid of pity begging for mercy's relief
its dank lonely air, its merciless, well worn track
bearing witness of man's loss and sorrowful grief.

Yes there, where faith's promise yet holds its solemn reign
where Light shuns, awaiting longed for welcomed advance
tho' man in his arrogance too oft tries to feign
rule over life, mastery of love's true romance.

Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter.
Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter.

Hold this sad old poet not to these words thus read
for his life was once condemned to deep darkest pits
far, far better, to see and love deeper instead
rather than walk blindly raging from insane fits.
I write, profess having no great and saving key
rather a newfound heart born from past lived travails
nor have I, greater love or deep wisdom in me
tho' I have survived world's evil, its many hells.

With Hope, dreams, its mercy gifted by divine hands
as manna from Heaven fell, Love that saw great need
for once lost in darkness, one can not rise to stand
unless Light and Love heal soulful wounds that so bleed.

Should fate, ever this dark world defy and splinter.
Those long forgotten tombs its light yet shall enter.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Prayer For The Dead, started 1978, edited and finished today)

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