A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back to present a poem a day authored by me. I have been a bit sick these last few days, thus had not the energy or the time to compose much..
I sat down this morn and composed this one, inspired by a dream I had last night... Hope you may like it..--Tyr


Blessed Banner You Carry Forth

I was lost in field of dreams,
An echo in howling night winds:
I found my way again despite,
dark and gnarly twisting bends,
of shrill lost cries giving deep fright.

You alone, lit my long path,-
from whence you came I do not know:
In darkness, your light begs of me
set about with heart in tow,
receive fruit of my precious tree.

Following love's sweet embrace,
BLESSED BANNER YOU CARRY FORTH,-
That paradise soon to be found,
signals- from star of the North
shining down with heavenly sound.

I was lost in field of dreams,
darling, you alone, lit my path,
Following love's sweetest embrace-
we hold life, devoid of wrath,
proving hope for the human race.

Robert J. Lindley , 12-04-2016

Form, Rhyme Lin 78878
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8 0 7 8 8 7 8
Total # Syllables: 152
Total # Words: 120

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Grandfather's Love

Grandfather had pride in his Indian blood
of well worn path, and slowness to anger.
His life was calm river and not a flood
YET HE HAD OFTEN AVOIDED GREAT DANGER!

Son he would say, think with kindness not hate
for bitterness burns earth's skies fire red.
Remember you are master of your Fate
and there are no overs once you are dead!

Hold gentle spirit as a worthy goal
and dear family as the greatest treasure.
Life may be good but when it takes a toll
let your family love be your true measure!

Now in old age I see how wise his words
rise early morn son, enjoy the song birds.

Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21-2016

Sonnet- 10/11 Syllables

Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 10 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 11 10 11 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 112

Note -- Got the inspiration for this poem from my reading the words gunny said in his comment about his , do not resuscitate order, having been ignored recently.
A reminder, grandfathers are of supreme importance my friend....
For they are loved beyond measure and a vast storehouse of knowledge!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

We must remember that others want us here even when ---

We may want to go-rest in yon'hills.
SLEEP IN NEARBY SHADE
For life lost its greatest thrills
AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED!

Yet our family loves us dearly still
PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY
Begs us away from those hills
IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY!

[jimnyc]

We must remember that others want us here even when ---

We may want to go-rest in yon'hills.
SLEEP IN NEARBY SHADE
For life lost its greatest thrills
AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED!

Yet our family loves us dearly still
PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY
Begs us away from those hills
IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY!

Yups, well said. Sometimes we often forget about how loved we are, even if we aren't reminded of that daily.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Twilight's Glow Nature Boldly Speaks


Soft twilight glow just before dawn's new birth
When sun and earth show, art for all its worth.
O' tender emotions- send not thy cries!
For Nature holds more than blue, blue skies!

As light sends shadows burrowing so deep
Furry animals wake from midnight sleep.
Rabbits and squirrels hop out to and fro
Songbirds sing and splash colors just for show!

When night approaches with sun setting reds
Nature's night creatures, out pops sleepy heads.
Mother owl hoots loud to let man this know
She is wiser than both raven and crow.

Man wakes each day to Nature speaking clear.
Precious life is great, if souls would but hear!

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 04-2017

Sonnet

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- From memory of scenes at lake cabin decades ago!
Entire area burned decades later from massive forest fire!
Such blessed scenes forever gone... gone... gone.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

True To Heart, An Old Poet's Solemn Vow

If I should but write somber thoughts in old age
Why not? Not much depth writing in newest rage.
If my many poetry books teach to see
they in sweet truth set my old, yearning heart free!

Twas' clear winter, cold stars upon my head shone
I felt chilling fists of cold, right down the bone.
Lead weights attached so firmly to rigid feet
Tasty word soups in puddles, no spoon to eat!

Halt! Cried the ever vigilant guard above
you must not stray off path, for we govern love.
In poetic words screamed, "hell no, not from me"
I walk well lit path, knowing I am free!

Then bold shot fired, burst old poet's aching heart
Stand on true principle, life one may depart!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
Sonnet form- Lin 11/11

Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 125

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I can not present a poem authored by me today...
I have not even written my wife's love-poem a day , every day, (first time missing , in 12 years of our marriage), in over a week.

I can and will present other's poetry until, I feel to be able to write again, especially my friend and fine poet , Sassy's poems.
Writing yesterday morn, exhausted me... I almost could not finish the poem...
I have not suffered this deeply since my father's death back in 1969.
Appears that knowing it was coming did nothing to lessen the pain, anguish and blues.
Being a bit bitter each day, seems a pitiful bargain, but one I must suffer until healing maxes out ..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup

Sad knowing thy heart was so bruised
Seeing deep pain in such blue eyes
Tragic, such kind heart thus abused
By deadly slashes in dark lies

Pray I, for soul's quickest healing
With a true love to soon arrive
For such brings, joy and new feeling
Pray again, thy heart feels alive

From this , my sad heart, words now poured
asked relief, thee sweet bird flown high
After flight of thee, wherein soared
Thy new love life, once gone awry

May Cupid pour, from Love's true cup
Truest of love's glows to cheer thee up

Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2017
Poetry form: (Hybronnet)

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 95


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr

Hybronnet
Hybronnet Poetry Examples

The form name is derived from hybrid and sonnet.
This form is an offspring of a sonnet; that is to say that it must consist of fourteen lines; each line must be octal syllabic, does not necessarily have to be iambic although it can be if desired, and the rhyme scheme can be ABABCDCDEFEFGG, couplet rhyme, or other acceptable schemes, allowing the poet more latitude to work with, and finally, the end rhyme can be a combination of rhymes (masculine, feminine, slant, etc.) or used anyway the poet deems appropriate.

[Balu]

New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr

As far as I can feel your language you succeeded, and I love it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Form: Romanticism
You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue



You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Precious are those days we once danced
Living for each moment each hour we romanced
Thy kiss, nectar that my dreams now gift
Now I often pray my passing be swift
For my love burns hotter each lonesome day
In thy glowing love embers, I seek to play

I await sweetest moment of our first reunion kiss
That smile and thy touch I now so miss
Darling, my love, please pray my departure soon
I long for thee again this sad month of June
Our Love's fire yet burns, I allow no cold ashes
Nor destroying storms that true Love crashes

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017