A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age


Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.

To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!

Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper

If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
Sonnet
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
(The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

On this day, life should see past this looming black-storms
find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017

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Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall Thee Stand, To Find True And Solid Worth

If in pitch-black darkness, lamenting icy cold
Broken soul, safe vessel sought in darkest of seas
Would ever such defeated heart live to be old
Spread anew Life, as does forest's mighty oak trees

Let thy inner man, bringeth deep courage to bear
Let thy inner man, findeth bravery to weep
Let thy inner man, showeth Love truly does care
Let thy inner man, proveth heart's ocean is deep

Wrapeth thy emerging Light with Life's sweetest gold
Sinketh thy roots in as does the giant redwoods
Tradeth not thy honor for cheap trinkets now sold
Wasteth not thy heart's love seeking false worldly goods

What profits man, if his life bringeth not true worth
If gluttony rules, eating only to gain girth

R.J. Lindley
Sept 10th,, 1987
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

(Old )Note: This week has been pure hell, life cuts me deep.
I shall rise, to destroy this darkest of clouds

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Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 122

(New) Note: Almost 30 years ago, I wrote this and survived that sad tribulation.
Now in the midst of another darkness looming, I am repeating that process that saved me back then... with Writing, Hope, Family love and Perseverance.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Native Americans, Truth In The Telling

Savage was their race, deep cuts in their blows
Brave with no disgrace, as history shows
Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen
Where they belong, valiant tales of men

Swift as deer, primeval in their wild ways
Rarely prone to cheer, hard were their dark days
Soldiers of note, fierce in every brave fight
If truth be wrote, they lived a life more right

Serene in their love, wards of Nature's lands
Worship spirits above, scattered in bands
True to a fault, with honor never bought
When Time cried its halt, great Spirit's they sought

Savage was his race, deep cuts in their blows
Fighters with no disgrace, history shows
Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen
Where they belong, valiant tales of men

Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2017

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Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

Note: Dedicated to my Native American grandfather.
An honorable man, fierce, brave and noble. He died in 1964
after living his life far from the ways of his childhood and parental teachings.
Under the rule of white men and their white laws. I saw regret in his eyes, but never surrender! I saw love in his heart but never hate!
I have failed him miserably in my white skin and its too often deceptive ways of living..
Yet we each walk our own path for better or for worse.
I do not surrender to that which attempts to destroy me now....-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope

Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.

Dearest wife, I dare not ask,
For more than thy true love,
Nor in future life's hard task
Not beg hope from God above;
Great hope for we two
Lives full of sweet joy,
Our hearts joining true
All, given for our boy.

O' my darling, hold this time,
hearing first romance's call,
With truth and grace so sublime
we shall win over, not fall;
Stay course, with our bliss
sheltered safe from storms
Fear not, things amiss
Love defeats such alarms.

Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2017

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Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 160

[Russ]

Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope

Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.

Dearest wife, I dare not ask,
For more than thy true love,
Nor in future life's hard task
Not beg hope from God above;
Great hope for we two
Lives full of sweet joy,
Our hearts joining true
All, given for our boy.

O' my darling, hold this time,
hearing first romance's call,
With truth and grace so sublime
we shall win over, not fall;
Stay course, with our bliss
sheltered safe from storms
Fear not, things amiss
Love defeats such alarms.

Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2017

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Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 160

Really nice, Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Each Night He Heard Steps Of Death's Forward Guard
(Stand Back, I Got This One His Muse Cried)

He was now old, ancient, older than dirt
even his tired bones ached, everything hurt.
Those bad dreams, on and on they swiftly came
horrible images of he hobbled and lame!

What cursed ravages Time and Fate had wrought
now still alive, he knew his soul was caught.
Gone are days of living, sweet love and joy
small relief found, dreaming he was a boy.

Each night he heard steps of death's forward guard
enduring such fear, living was too hard!
Yet try as he may, no remedy was found
soon he would be planted in cold hard ground!

Dawn, into that long dark shadow he fell
with one foreboding thought, Heaven or Hell?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2017

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Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 114

Note:
Written for a contest.
Write a dark poem in free verse or sonnet form, 16 verses or less.
I chose to write a dark and sad sonnet about old age and facing death...
Well actually my muse chose (not I), I was just too tired to fight her and just wise enough to let her take control for a change..
Upon completion, I turned to give her my sincere thanks.


I found that she had quickly far away fled
I found a rather interesting note instead
Here is the truth and best of it that I read
for these informative words she said
I hope soon into that dark shadow you step
so many a year now, I have grieved and wept
As my host you have given me great grief
your passing shall me gift me my relief
I wrote those verses giving me comfort and joy
to me you are just a sad and broken old toy
When into that shadow you may soon fall
I hope you crash into that giant fiery ball
Now leave me be, I want to take a long break
you are a cantankerous old man I forsake
Now folks, fear not, this note has often been read
wrote each of the hundreds of times she has fled
Later she comes back with words mellow and sweet
with presents and bowing while washing my feet
I forgive her each time and onward we race
I can not resist her lips, that beautiful face.

ALL WRITTEN WITH IMAGINATION AND LOADS OF POETIC LEEWAY....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now a bit recovered from my recent illness and my intense dedication to finishing our long and ever increasing collaboration, I find a moment to write a new sonnet today,after my recent dry spell here.... ..
Below is that new creation..-Tyr

Moon And Stars Look Down Upon Shadowed Hills


Red sun sets, low hills grace fading skies
dusk brings forth fluttering, dancing fireflies.
Night creeps forth, cool winds stirring to now blow
so deep and rich the vast meadows all show.

Sun and Nature both yield to night's power
eating previous day's toil hour by hour.
Colors gleaming where bright wild flowers grow
clouds soon hint of soft rain, a light shower.

Moon and stars look down upon shadowed hills
far off, low calls of cooing whip-poor-wills
Man, too often oblivious to all
neither sees such beauty nor hears its call

O' shallow man, thy heart hides, its blind pains
behind arrogance, greed, epic dark stains.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 106

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dream Battle With Ole Lucifer

Dark beast why curse my night so deep
invade my sweetest dream sleep
Thee shall findeth me not too proud
to beg for His help out loud
Thy sulfur stench invades this room
thy offers spells only doom
Look upon this courageous smirk
begone, for I have real work
Dreams of pure joy and life anew
will not give devil his due
Tuck pointed tail and run away
you lose every time I pray
Shed not your red-hot tainted tears
your lies now bring no big fears
Take that bad smell with your black stench
game over, you sat the bench
I shall be laughing as you leave
no repeat, Adam and Eve
Now be off, wail deep as you go
eat ash in your fire-pit hole

Robert Lindley

Syllables Per Line: 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7
Total # Syllables: 150
Total # Words: 127

Note: Poem racing.. twenty verses( in 8,7 syllable count) in rhyme, in ten minutes..
I missed the projected 120 word count..