A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.J. Lindley
4-23 -1977

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Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.-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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[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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Really nice, Robert.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lost, Homeless And Walking A Savage Land

Wind driven rain, splattered paper-thin coat
she that had nothing, asked why others gloat
Cast onto savage streets without a home
she had no choice but to haggardly roam

Every night, dangers gave her savage frights
she had to endure many ghastly sights
Knowing that dear family she had lost
she dared to blame herself, pay the high cost

That sad Spring morn, seemed centuries ago
she had suffered her saddest aching blow
Why God let her all perish in fire
What bad had she done to suffer such ire

Husband and sons, had perished that dark morn
she broke down, wished she had never been born
She had seen simmering pile of hot ash
her need to see them, was perhaps too rash

As horrible sight torched her aching heart
she raced away, vowing not to restart
In her pain, punish herself was her goal
somebody had to pay a heavy toll

Each week sent her further into deep blues
O' yes she cried, I now pay all my dues
Within a year she had turned to strong drink
blot on her black-pain, help her not to think

Now she knew, those hard scornful looks so well
why did they not see her living her hell
Barely alive, garbage ate to survive
Dark pit was deep, so further she must dive

Then one bright morn, help she finally found
up from darkest pit, with hope she was bound
A Samaritan had seen her sad plight
had moved Heaven and earth to make things right

Each dawn, she now kneels to this prayer pray
O' dear Lord, how may I serve thee today
Answer comes back, on this well lit path stay
for God loves thee and blesses thee this way

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017

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Note- We should be aware that many are homeless are so because of great tragedy and not willful drug/alcohol abuse and other vices.
I knew of one such person, over 35 years ago- that had a mental breakdown due to her husband and two children dying in a house fire while she was away.
She was eventually helped and regained her sanity and much better life--but far too many never get that help.
This poem is inspired from that specific case from ages ago..

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On a single night in January 2015, 564,708 people were experiencing homelessness — meaning they were sleeping outside or in an emergency shelter or transitional housing program.

In total, 33 states and the District of Columbia (D.C.) reported decreases in overall homelessness, while 16 states reported increases. The states with decreases in homelessness were concentrated in the South and Midwest.
Despite a national decrease in unsheltered homelessness, only 18 states reported decreases in the number of people living in unsheltered locations, including the street, cars, and abandoned buildings. The national decrease in unsheltered homelessness was driven in large part by decreases in unsheltered homelessness in Florida, Texas, and Georgia.
The national rate of homelessness in 2015 fell to 17.7 homeless people per 10,000 people in the general population from 18.3 in 2014. The rates in individual states ranged from 111 in D.C. to 7 in Mississippi.
The rate of veteran homelessness continued its descent of the past several years to 24.8 homeless veterans per 10,000 veterans in the general population. The rates in individual states ranged from 145 in D.C. to 9 in Virginia.
The majority of states had decreases in every major subpopulation: family homelessness (33 states and D.C.), chronically homeless individuals (31 states and D.C.), and veteran homelessness (33 states)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Pleading Voice, Begs To Again Give Thee A Kiss

Wouldst thou have me come to thee in black-iron chains
with broken spirit and heart ran over by trains
Or my weeping soul crushed by thy disenchanted heart
so thee may yet again play and tear me apart
Thy great need to gain my trust to later betray
to cut me deep, my skin with giddy joy thus flay
Nay! True, my heart yet pines for thy caressing hands
yet know thy soul will follow up with reprimands

Tho' I fail, and race forth to nestle by the side
Purge my heart, for such folly I can not abide
Should ever brightest moon cry, embrace her yet gain
I will then know such moon-beams light paths to thy sin
When pleading voice, begs to again give thee a kiss
I shall see thy sharp fangs and hear thy wicked hiss
When morrow finds thy life lonely and in sad pain
pray thy prayer, for this heart and soul will refrain

Wouldst thou have me come to thee in black-iron chains
with broken spirit and heart ran over by trains
Or my weeping soul crushed by thy disenchanted heart
so thee may yet again play and tear me apart
Thy great need to gain my trust to later betray
to cut me deep, my skin with giddy joy thus flay
Nay! True, my heart yet pines for thy caressing hands
yet know thy soul will follow up with reprimands

Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2017

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Note- Sometimes a young man will get entangled with a sexy vixen that traps him to abuse. When others see this and shake their heads in amazed disbelief, they miss the power of darkness and its ability to use love to torture and destroy.
This poem, based upon experience centuries ago-- warns that such traps are often deep and viciously woven..
LUCKY INDEED IS THE TRAPPED YOUTH THAT ESCAPES WITH HIS LIFE , EVEN THO' HE MAY HAVE MANY DEEP AND WICKED SCARS TO SHOW..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hold That Broken Door, Love May Want Back In

Where sad love and loss in mid-stream dare meet
eddies mystery waters, dark churned foam.
Each seeking, unified depth to slow eat,
pages in misery's black book and dark tome.

Where long night cries, shatter all peaceful calm
romantic moon-beams carry no relief.
No marvelous doctor or magic balm,
can heal deep hurts or renew true belief.

Pray tell, the fallen why love ran away
or why miracles fail their saddened pleas.
Love is sweet life and that life doth decay,
just as sure as salt tears help raise no seas.

Where lost lovers dance in aching black-storms
lay fragments of half-truths and broken charms.

R.J. Lindley
Jan, 9th, 1975

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Note- Sorry, I have no clue why I wrote this poem back then. My memory fails me..
Very likely it was not a love loss suffered by me, as I remember vividly every one of those!
Perhaps one suffered by a friend.. or a story I read..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Sweet Essence Of Truest Love's Serenity

In twilight gleam, thy soft new morn's eyes glow
I take a peek, to see thy naked form dance.
When you say, love rise and shine, you must know
thy beauty and voice sends me into a trance.

Lesser men would call thee, too proud and vain
yet thy soul, kind-heart, this bad error belays.
Need for thy touch I can not explain
except to say, may it remain all my days.

Moonlit scenes, thy kissing holds my heart true
romantic addiction I can not refuse.
Where I am ground, thou art soft sky blue
thy Spring rains are, ripe fruits of our love paid-dues.

Pray I, our union sails through eternity
as sweet essence of truest love's serenity.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2016
Sonnet, Lin 10/11

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pray Thee, Sunrise Will Always Cheer Thy Soul

Pray thee, sunrise will always cheer thy soul,
sunset in red comforts thy seeking heart.
This world, with gleaming beauty pole to pole
always has more sweet blessings to impart.

Hold this thought, life has far too many paths
for one to walk it sad and all alone.
Troubles may come, products of Fate's dark wrath,
let courage and hope be thy cornerstone.

Seek love first, sooner rather than later,
for life ever seeks to find waiting Spring.
Discover Light's shining truth is greater,
when thee dares to learn to dance and sing.

New dawn sends the best in beaming first hour
proving its glory and awesome power

Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2017

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Sweet Mercy Is A Much Needed Gift

Woe that I cast thy love aside to seek other,
a man does not ride his horse to enjoy the walk.
Greed cries, we have one treasure lets grab another
and mortal man obeys when he should rightly balk.

Show thy gentle mercy, for lost souls need such light,
pray thee, please do not belittle such sincere pleas.
For Hope of Love declares my requesting is right,
with mercy, thy return may set this heart at ease.

Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Do Not Walk In Shadows And Fearful Dreams

Shall we in ignorance, fight ocean tides
fling our weak, errant arrows at stone walls
Worship earth's bounty and all it provides
admire and appreciate Nature's calls

Rise up, to improve on our feeble thought
walk well lit paths to find their great treasures
Such sweet Light, blessed truth can not be bought
by seeking only our selfish pleasures

Nay, friend! Set thy sight to lofty, high plains
welcome challenge of walking harder trails
Fear not, huge racing floods from massive rains
many have triumphed after epic fails

Do not walk in shadows and fearful dreams
Seek ye, to wade in Nature's clearest streams

Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2017
Sonnet

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Note- Found this morn a short fragment, written decades ago. Why it was never finished back then , I have no clue.
DECIDED TO WRITE A SONNET WITH THE FEW VERSES FOUND.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yes folks, I took a couple days off. Did not write much at all. At least not to present here..
I have been writing to finish a long collaboration..
Will post that here when finished..
So decided to write this morn about farm life as I knew it as a child, and teenager.
This came out..... hope you may enjoy.--Tyr

Farmer Father's Words To Beloved Son
(LECTURE, WISDOM, PRAYER PASSED ON)

Hold your horse my son, lets pull in tandem
united is better than single and random
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow

With that done, we feed the chickens and pigs
then you carry dirt away as my shovel digs
Next we rest and have our noonday dinner
morn was great, we shall make afternoon a winner

Supper will call, come and enjoy a meal
thus we can know true, how fantastic life can feel
Day done, with pride we can hold our heads high
before we sleep, pray our Lord our souls should we die

Dawn comes, rise to enjoy its great blessing
say another prayer before we start dressing
Back to work well before the first cock crows
this my son, is farmer's life everybody knows

Cherish time together for life will end
know my deep love and know I am your best friend
Hold that thought in true faith, the live long day
all we say and do, we must some future day pay

You are best fruit of our family tree
this family's love and our farm-work sets us free
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2017
LinRhyme, 10/12/10/12

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In My Dreams, With Stalwart Heart This I Pray

In my dreams, I beg release for dark sins;
Command my soul to obey wizened winds,
Filling up all, Love of Truth seeking bins,
With gleaming sword of faith that never bends,
"Ascend I, savage hills to bravely fight
Dark forces, all false tales they impart,
Brutal deeds done in name of truth's bright light
Each night, vows recited before I start"

With stalwart heart, I rage forth to thus slay
Dark shadows tormenting innocent souls,
With dreams of Achilles power I play
Asking greater gifts to reach divine goals;
Ride I, white battle-horse armored in steel
Shield of courage, with trust in honor's grace
No longer master of my mortal will
I ache with desires to end dark-night's race

In my dreams, with stalwart heart, this I pray;
Use my hands and heart to evil defeat,
Wicked deeds sent, plaguing mankind each day
Tragic plights of kids with nothing to eat
" Descend I into dark torturing cells
Firmly grasping weapons all truth provides
Demolishing pains of accursed spells
Leaving his dark minions nowhere to hide"

Holding hope in Heaven's peace to arrive;
World filled with flowering meadows galore,
Always grateful to be free and alive,
Pray I this, justice be the final score
Should such fantastic dreams reap treasured fruits
What matters, should I perish in the end
Become ancient tree worthy of its roots
And to all this world, remain a true friend

R. J. Lindley
July 23rd, 1977, April 5th, 2017

Note: Written forty years ago, I have edited this poem today,(shortened it by 8 verses),and corrected a few minor errors, to present here today.
Taken from my private journal, I hope you may find something of value in it.
And see a bit of youthful zeal and faith in future's promise..

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' Yes, Long Ago There Once Were

O' yes, long ago there once were-
calming notes in Spring's first rains
Music in raindrops splashing on windowpanes.

O' yes, bounty, in youthful days-
memories to fill gold cup
No time for deepest regrets, drink it all up.

O' yes, such can not be again-
no repeated notes to hold
Youth vigor, future promise was for the bold.

O' yes, dare to live long, to dare-
eat from that ancient table
Dream with hope, dance again, if one is able.

O' yes, long ago there once were-
calming notes in Spring's first rains
Music in raindrops splashing on windowpanes.


Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2017
Rhyme- Lin 8/7/11


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Note- This new poem start, came to me in a dream last night..
I have been very busy this morn, finally sat down to write.
This is it, my muse demanded more,
I put her in the basement-- firmly double-bolted the door..
(She being a cruel and most demanding taskmaster!)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Balu]

Thank you, Robert for showing the World we all live in. This World is wonderful - bright, frank, strong, delicate, fragile, porcelain - all together.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Death And Deep Sorrows, Cold Dark And All Alone

Sorrows are dreams dying of thirst
or apathy which is worse.
Burnt and decayed, cast into pits
misery in lost raving fits.

Meadows dark brown and without Life
humanity, with its strife.
Life in shambles, nothing to hold
freezing death, fingers icy cold.

Without Hope, life is a nightmare
each step brings another scare.
Hands bound, mouth gagged to be sure
terminal darkness with no cure.

Seeking that one sliver of Light.
For relief from deep sorrow's blight.

Robert J. Lindley , 2-12-2017
Sonnet 8/7/8/8

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Note: Dark sonnet, when pain finds no relief...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017