A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fields Of Wheat Matching, Grapes Large On Each Vine


Pen is my brush, ink is my oozing paint
often my heart will rush, my muse will faint;
With deeper strokes, colors are splashed about
in aching souls, restless spirits will shout,
Earth and sky meld, virgin soil pleads for wet
poet's pen captures all that it can get.
Rainbow colors, Nature's radiant hues,
diamond buckles on gold laden shoes;
Cool winds flowing, heavens gleam bright sunshine
fields of wheat matching, grapes large on each vine,
Spring rains, green carpet emerging with rhyme
inked stairs, Art hoping to live for all time.
Heart gives, poet's pen flows on and records
beauty in words, for mankind's teeming hordes

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2017


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Never Heart, Life That Did Not Once Know Love

Never a poet born and died
that did not turn to toothless rust
Earth's soil and blue sky never cried
but admire all great works we must.

Never a mother born or died
that did not in her child's love trust
Life and Fate, her heart sorely tried
oft until tender dreams were bust.

Never a father born and died
that did not turn to toothless rust
Oft wearied, parched and desert dried
but see their deep, true love we must.

Never a poet born and died
that did not turn to toothless rust
Earth's soil and blue sky never cried
but admire all great works we must.

R.J. Lindley,
June 19th, 1988
(Lin 8,8,8,8)

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Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 108

[Balu]

You forced me to return back for a moment, as I am absolutely certain that any talented poet must be supported by the attention of readers indicating that they love your poems and that nobody doesn't do it is an unbearably wrong for me.
Do not hesitate, me and mine keep on reading your nice poems and sonnets and really LOVE them.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

You forced me to return back for a moment, as I am absolutely certain that any talented poet must be supported by the attention of readers indicating that they love your poems and that nobody doesn't do it is an unbearably wrong for me.
Do not hesitate, me and mine keep on reading your nice poems and sonnets and really LOVE them.

Thank you my friend. Always a pleasure to read your words here at this site. I hope you will continue to post here as time permits.
I appreciate your support, friendship and kindness.
I do hope you and your family are well and your grandchildren profit from reading these poems.
Even tho' these poems oft' represent the life and thoughts of one old man, that has not lived a peaceful , content and boring life. Such should be known and considered when reading. As I make no shield against negative judgments made about myself, my life and my follies made in the long course of my life. Be such judgments good or bad, I honor the conclusions each reader may make..
Your honor me with your words and your heart my friend..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drifts Of Fallen Leaves In Higher Heaps Blown

Cooler gray dawns, signs of winter's first step
with drifts of fallen leaves in high heaps blown.
Cold raindrops, splash from skies that have wept
winter comes, winter comes let it be known!

Nature and winter walking hand in hand
time for shorter day's sun to early sleep.
Soon, sad gray wrapping Nature and its land
screaming, take care of all you want to keep!

Dawns waking up, white blanket all around
new robe fallen for the steep, bitter cold.
Tho' such beauty, snow upon frozen ground
oft is danger for the weak and the old!

When old man winter brings both good and bad,
more we love Spring with our hearts truly glad!

R.J. Lindley,
Sonnet,(Winter Blues)
11-06-1981

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This dragging night, red dust enters my veins,
coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow.
Life is a dark picture, complete with stains
broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows.
No tears, for what good does salt water do
when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps.
Yes Fate, you say my time is not yet through
soon, how I will see you playing for keeps.

R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
November 19th,1972

Note- At age eighteen in 1972, I only thought I had endured a great and unbearable loss.
Fate was to show me many such, much worse to come, as the decades came to pass. Deaths of my baby brother, my infant son, my infant daughter, my mother, many friends.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Upon Somber Gallows Stands The Condemned


Upon somber gallows stands the condemned,
anxious crowd slobbering for his demise.
Preacher and faithful begin bible hymn
concerning fools not clever, swift or wise.

There dancing spirits castigating him,
this lone, dejected and now shaking thief.
His dark, haunting past now so very dim
bereft of all hope and steeped in deep grief.

Beelzebub stands there with wicked grin,
to welcome home the coming of the fruits.
His harvest dark and heaped over in sin,
crowd crying loud to see his swinging boots!

Soon darkness will bring on its last release,
as stiff rope snaps into a sudden drop.
Deadly correction makes this lost soul cease,
when his life and time will forever stop!

Gallows true, having done their cheerful deed,
crowd lurches forth in a collective swoon.
Beelzebub, gathers fruit of his seed
and reaps happy crowd's dark joy as a boon!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2017

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Total # Words: 144

NOTE-- POEM REWRITTEN THIS MORN.

[Russ]

Fields Of Wheat Matching, Grapes Large On Each Vine


Pen is my brush, ink is my oozing paint
often my heart will rush, my muse will faint;
With deeper strokes, colors are splashed about
in aching souls, restless spirits will shout,
Earth and sky meld, virgin soil pleads for wet
poet's pen captures all that it can get.
Rainbow colors, Nature's radiant hues,
diamond buckles on gold laden shoes;
Cool winds flowing, heavens gleam bright sunshine
fields of wheat matching, grapes large on each vine,
Spring rains, green carpet emerging with rhyme
inked stairs, Art hoping to live for all time.
Heart gives, poet's pen flows on and records
beauty in words, for mankind's teeming hordes

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2017


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Inspiring work, Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As This Nature Child Wades Clear Earthen Streams

On her island, precious paradise thrives
Trees hang, laden with large delicious fruit
Bees with no sting, fill up huge honey hives
Nightly stars seen falling, romance they shoot

There majestic songbirds sing her to sleep
Cool breeze flowing across her soft silk bed
Dreams visit with joy and peace truly deep
Her guarding angels flying overhead.

Every dawn perfect weather brings sunshine
Gentle waves wash upon shore, sand and beach
She strolling, finding her life well and fine
All her treasures found within easy reach.

Paradise, exists in her hopeful dreams.
As this Nature child wades clear earthen streams.

R. J. Lindley
August 10th, 1992
( From my private journal)

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Old Note- I have written this sitting on the beach here in Florida, Kashaundra our daughter 4 years old, wades a nearby clear shallow stream flowing into beautiful white sand with golden sunshine gleaming off her gold-blonde hair.
Inspiring this, my dearest wish of her bright future and happiness.

New Note- Well, life has now brought her tremendous joy and happiness now with her husband and two young boys and her career. A blessing which covers both her and me..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There In Shimmering Rays Of Golden Light


There in shimmering rays of golden light
angel divided deep dark from dark night.
With flash of sword, eternal truth of God
light penetrated all stones, seas and sod.

Violet scented air was born anew
fairer winds swiftly swirled hope bold and true
Dawn burst, life teemed in peaceful quietude
man's birth, universe lost its solitude.

Nature's new dawns contrived so splendidly
man fought Nature, rose independently.
Ponders now, why he is cursed and sick
while he destroys earth's bounty hard and quick.

Truth, in for a penny in for a pound.
Best find light, if wanting to stay around.

Robert J. Lindley,
7-10-2017


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' That Aristotle Should Return To Proclaim

O' that Aristotle should return to proclaim
wise, worldly words written with furious winds.
Reveal more wisdom, garner even more fame
point to history, prophecy - all such portends.

Only if Homer could grace greens of earth again
gift words of heroic deeds, warriors brave.
Hurl lightning bolts and no olden Gods restrain
bring courageous heroes back from forgotten graves.

If only, love and life should find its ancient past
amidst streams of great valor and deepest true.
If but one such Titan set this world aghast
would not millions turn to such light and love anew?

O' dark beast, why hid thy monstrous face from truth's light?
Why ply lost souls to dark deeds, as thee skulks at night?

Robert J. Lindley,7-13-2017


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Total # Words: 120

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Darkness Reigns, Depths Of Sorrow Increase

Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears
With burning pains spread throughout,
Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears."
Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again
To quell dark storms all about,
Life and Fate shortens my remaining years.

Shall I, of my father's flesh and bones,
Fall into cold gray ash and bitter dust?
Walk this field of grief and cold stones,
Stumble and fall in pitiful sorrow again
Abandon all my life's previous trust,
wallow in despair, wail with anguished moans?

Nature tells me to rise and thus survive
Embrace great courage of ancestors now gone,
Hold faith in sweet promise of being alive.
And journey forth on true path again
Whereas, in darkness I find no way to atone,
Nor the power to live well and thrive.

Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears
With burning pains spread throughout,
Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears."
Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again
To quell dark storms all about,
Life and Fate shortens my remaining years.

Robert J. Lindley , 7-18-2017

[Russ]

There In Shimmering Rays Of Golden Light


There in shimmering rays of golden light
angel divided deep dark from dark night.
With flash of sword, eternal truth of God
light penetrated all stones, seas and sod.

Violet scented air was born anew
fairer winds swiftly swirled hope bold and true
Dawn burst, life teemed in peaceful quietude
man's birth, universe lost its solitude.

Nature's new dawns contrived so splendidly
man fought Nature, rose independently.
Ponders now, why he is cursed and sick
while he destroys earth's bounty hard and quick.

Truth, in for a penny in for a pound.
Best find light, if wanting to stay around.

Robert J. Lindley,
7-10-2017


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I think I might have to print this out and hang it up next to my desk. Great work, Robert!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.


Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2017


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Note- First poem written in three days, when once, (centuries ago it seems) I wrote up to 8/10 poems a day.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When And Only Then

When starving crows refuse to leave the trees
dark kings stop shining their ancient golden crowns
Stormy waves refuse to parade in Neptune's seas
vestal virgins dance openly without their gowns
Moon and stars refuse to give up their welcomed light
earth refuses its rains that sweetest release
Darkness evades the welcoming arms of night
Jason fails and returns without that golden fleece
Nature no longer renews with Spring's vows
rocks crumble at gleaming dawn's newfound shine
Milk and butter no longer comes from cows
poets curse out loud and swear to no longer opine
This festered realm begs to deny the One God
on that dark road truth will still eternally plod

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2017

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