A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.

In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game
Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame.

If manna from high Heaven fails to fall
Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan
Rejecting any true light ever shone
Living in darkness, its alluring call.

Not seeing our fated approaching doom
Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2017


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Total # Words: 104

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Back When Delicious, Were Sweet Cherry Pies

Back when delicious, were sweet cherry pies
I brought peaches, told you appalling lies
My eyes still bloodshot from the night before
I could see it dear, you knew the true score

Fire was not lit, oven was so cold
In my anguish I ventured out so bold
Always your angry stare, caused me to sweat
But such was needed, I have no regrets

Sure you may have wondered the reason why
Birds sang not nor flew high into our sky
And weekend dawns, oft found me slipping in
Denying galling truth, my love sought sin

How we loved, once eating burgers and fries
How I regret sadness in your blue eyes

Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017
(Sonnet, YOUTH, HUMAN NATURE AND NATURAL DESIRES)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Will You See Truth Beyond That Dark Stone Fence

Can you feel true heart in early dawn's light
soft grace and gentle winds in Spring's new flight.
Can soul feel Nature's benevolent course
from open mind, mankind's weakness divorce?

Hear morning doves as they sing out soft calls
let kindness escape from imprisoned walls.
Gather knowledge, true strength from mother Earth
seek truth in doing right with all your worth.

See brilliance in every golden sunset
cease striving for all earth's wealth you can get.
See Nature, its great eye-opening gifts
let grace come as your spirit it uplifts.

Will you see truth beyond that dark stone fence
find calm over world's chaotic suspense?

R.J. Lindley,
April 14th, 1982

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Crystal Shadows On Grass, Lightly Frozen

Nature can teach us about all we lost
with its morn's dew turning to gleaming frost;
crystal shadows on grass, lightly frozen
how some are lost, while others are chosen.

Coming dangers, trees shed colorful leaves
life, loving and hardships, sad fallen Eves;
winter with icy and snow blowing winds
how oft, we fail to recognize our friends.

With sunset, dark shadows emerge to prow
how farmers sustain life with seed and plow;
cycles bent to Nature's perfect tunes
tides wade up and in, governed by the moon.

Nature can teach us about all we lost
with its morn's dew turning to gleaming frost;
crystal shadows on grass, lightly frozen
how some are lost, while others are chosen.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2017

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[Ricky Tavy]

He said, "Quiet, please, I'm trying to watch the news!"
She sat silent
Then blew off the top of his head with the gun he'd taught her to use.
Sweet Melissa, precious doll
Shot once and placed again on daddy's lap
And son Roger
She'd have him forever now.
Now sitting
She bathed in the dying calm. The first serenity worth being the last
She wrote to her neighbor
"Dear Doris, please feed the cat."

I submitted that to Hallmark Cards. Haven't heard back, though.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

He said, "Quiet, please, I'm trying to watch the news!"
She sat silent
Then blew off the top of his head with the gun he'd taught her to use.
Sweet Melissa, precious doll
Shot once and placed again on daddy's lap
And son Roger
She'd have him forever now.
Now sitting
She bathed in the dying calm. The first serenity worth being the last
She wrote to her neighbor
"Dear Doris, please feed the cat."

I submitted that to Hallmark Cards. Haven't heard back, though.

Perhaps if you had suggested it for a Father's Day card--they may have accepted it ?
Or sent it to the animal rights advocates?

Some folks frown on dark verse but me I like it for its creativity , even if it is a bit sarcastic. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poet's Notes

Tho ancient the words, and weak the bow

truth springs where wisdom grows

With love and kindness in one's heart

life benefits from such a great start

Sad that Fate oft issues other decrees

with honey, comes stings from the bees.





To Morn's Soft, Awakening Lights



Retrain thy heart, focus thy mind
above all, in this be so kind;
to morn's soft, awakening lights
vanishing vestiges of past nights
dreams glimmering soft as they go
hopes shot as arrows from a bow.

Refrain from greed and its cold grip
oft all it takes is that first sip;
poisons promising gems and gold
far more years before one grows old
pleasures beyond one wildest dreams
lust working with Death on Fate's schemes.

Regard world, as thy opposition
real dangers, not false apparitions;
nor idle days, given to be wasted
or wine drank too fast to be tasted
gaze with heart, soul, mind on alert
gather truth's gems despite its hurt.

Retrain thy heart , focus thy mind
above all, in this be so kind;
to morn's soft, awakening lights
vanishing vestiges of past nights
dreams glimmering soft as they go
hopes shot as arrows from a bow.

R.J. Lindley
Sept 3rd, 1979

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Is This Not, A Poet's True Call

Dear poets, why do tears wet thine eyes
whispered moans, languish in thy cries.
Thy well, emptied of its true gift,
poetry no longer uplifts?

Nurture thy heart to replenish
carry spirit forth to finish.
With renewed faith in thy great cause
consider such loss a mere pause.

Ponder these words written to give
do we then die because we live?
Can we live true, before we die
cast Hope's blessings asking not why?

Ink thy pen, write to bless us all
Is this not, a poet's true call?

Robert J. Lindley, 8-04-2015
(Sonnet in Eights)


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

edited.. moved to another thread.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If Greatest Treasure Is Falsely Stolen

Hundred billion spoons and only one pie
yet each person has just one soul, one life.
In each heart rests love, money cannot buy
if falsely stolen cuts like a sharp knife.

No amount of deep regret buys amends
for deceptions to steal such great treasures.
Love, honor, heart and truth are best of friends
yet too many dark souls steal for pleasures.

Shadows exist throughout this ancient realm
urging those weaker souls to savage deeds.
Ship soon sink with nobody at its helm
even rose gardens die if full of weeds.

Love can not survive if truth is denied.
It withers, one finds even hope has died.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-19- 1992

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If Night Stars Flung Ripened Fruits On The Ground

If night stars flung ripened fruits on the ground
would we in great joy give Heaven our thanks;
dance gaily true, while making joyous sounds
storing treasures in our memory banks.

If our love and hope always birthed success
would we not in deepest boredom reject,
repetitions and favor of recess
and therein truth's massive wisdom neglect?

If life was a quest for selfish pleasures
and true love was never meant to be shared;
just how on earth could we ever measure
love of our friends and family that cared?

If lives are meant to race that long distance
should we not gladly face its resistance?

R.J. Lindley
Oct 9th, 1975
Sonnet- Life's mysteries and our follies.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Youth, Life's Wild Tracks Seem So Inviting

Those years I spent racing down wildest tracks
majestic and sweet wild-cards were playing.
Always when needed, finding one-eyed jacks
that bounty kept me from ever straying.

Gamble life and laugh at possible cost
O' how youth can blindly crash open doors.
Always thinking they can never get lost
falling into well laid cracks in the floors.

When calamity arrives with hard knocks
hopeful thoughts are this will soon go away.
Yet those doors soon have unbreakable locks
and pain allows misery its full sway.

Dark pits welcomes guest when chips are all gone
there deep where Fate's avenging shadows dwell.
Nothing nourishes and soon skin covers bone
TIME STANDS STILL IN ROTTING CELLS OF SUCH HELL.

Miracle if light ever breaks on through
shadows vanish and all locks fall away.
You may find that others have prayed for you
and vow never again to walk that way.

R.J. Lindley
Jan.. 1985

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone

Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight
seeking to cover day by dark of night
Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own
as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown,
slash and burn forests in thy awful greed
deny future generations its seeds.

Horrific grey ashen ground, burned out roots
heedless, needless trampling by human boots
No more, shall birds nest in its high covers
or it shade hidden romance of lovers,
hath thy blackened heart replaced blood with stone
and soul wed itself to money alone?

As thy life's walk leads to malignant seas
heed thee not, Nature's cries about its trees
Does thy life dwell in great and soundless pits
where joy is measured in mad raving fits,
of lusts, ever craving for more and more
and widespread destruction from shore to shore?

Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight
seeking to cover day by dark of night
Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own
as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown,
slash and burn forests in thy awful greed
deny future generations its seeds.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2017
(Nature poem, written as requested my poetess friend)

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Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 138

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Had I Never Climbed That First Tall Oak Tree


Had I not dared break free or it break me
would an unhappy soul have never sang
or songbird's nest grace willing willow tree
or prairie not fed herds of wild mustangs.

Had I known, life too oft, becomes a joke
that Christmas snowmen far, far too soon melt
if farmer's fresh virgin ground never broke
and dawn's awakening in tired bones felt.

Can one ever know, why nights are oft feared
morn's clear calls are refused, even dreaded
as if dawn's open arms have disappeared
and its embrace is somehow wrongheaded.

Had I never climbed that first tall oak tree
Who or what on this earth would I now be?

Robert J. Lindley , 8-19-2017
Sonnet,( Why our children must dare to first do)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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NOW EDITED AND FINISHED. THIS IS THE FINAL VERSION..-TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Inking Bold Words, In A Desperate Hour

If thee finds agony in a desperate hour,
pain from violence invades thy dear, sweet peace.
Summon up thy inner fighting spirit, its power
admire massive destruction of evil in its release.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2017
(Never too old to fight)