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    You Foolishly Once Thought You Had It Bad

    When tons of dooming nights fall on your head
    hot embers burn fires unabated.
    You remember her loss, wish you were dead
    and in that sad moment feel castrated.
    From the heavens, a voice booms out dire threats
    about losses and breakfasts with no eggs.
    Fumbling about, looking to hedge your bets
    you drink your last coffee down to burnt dregs.

    Waking to you find, dawn's hard hammer hits
    and last night burns remind you of this life.
    You stumble forth, looking up from Hell's pits
    recalling why you now have lost your wife.
    Your clock mouths off vulgar curses at you
    the house commands that you leave very soon.
    You recall this ancient, wicked dream too
    as night falls with its accursed bright moon.

    You dream, hungry tiger eats your new boots
    your house is perched atop two joining trees.
    Hunter fires, not the tiger he shoots
    your second wife cuts you off at the knees.


    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 200
    Total # Words: 157

    Collaborate with me, write the remainder of this poem-matching form/stanza pattern, with rhyming and syllable count...
    If accepted , finish the partial third, 8 verse stanza and then write two more 8 verse stanza's to finish the poem.
    I am willing to accept up to 3/4 writing partners.
    If interested , Soupmail me here AND WE DISCUSS THIS VENTURE.
    Of note is this will not be a rush job and likely will not be completed to post until all collaborations are completed. Most certainly after New Years.
    Should be fun and yes my verses can be edited if it better fits your part written.
    Details decided with each partner may be different.


    edit-- Two have signed on already. Both very good poets. I suspect that some say find the challenge a bit too hard.
    As it has to flow well, be in sync with my opening and keep the path taken to find a great ending. A seriously hard challenge.
    I decided not to write the ending but offer this to others--giving an early Christmas present to those with enough courage, confidence
    and talent to join in and do the task at hand. A HARD TASK IT IS- IF DONE WELLL....TYR

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    My part has now been edited---

    You Foolishly Once Thought You Had It Bad

    When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
    embers glow and fires burn unabated.
    Recall her last breath and wish you were dead
    in poem's last line, you've been castrated.
    From the heavens, a voice thunders dire threats
    about losses and breakfasts without eggs.
    Fumbling about, looking to hedge your bets,
    you drink your cold coffee, down to burnt dregs.

    On waking you find dawn's hard hammer fell.
    Last night's burns are reminders of your life.
    You stumble and look up from pits of Hell,
    recounting the reasons you lost your wife.
    Your clock chimes out vulgar curses at you
    and your house bids you leave by peals at noon.
    You think of the ancient, wicked dreams, too,
    as night falls with its wretched lucent moon.

    Dream of hungry tigers eating your boots.
    Your house perched atop two adjoining trees.
    A hunter fires; not a tiger he shoots.
    Second wife cuts your legs off at the knees.



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    An Angel, Fairy Or Nymph Now In Human Form
    (Part One)
    Her exhilarating breath so quickened my heart,
    her poise, I stood transfixed in overwhelming awe.
    Gasping for air, as one does when lovers depart
    begging that, "dear lover please return to me call".

    Her Hellenic face, Shelly would have stood agape
    her voice, Eliot would have simply called divine.
    From her warmth and sincere charms, exists no escape
    an angel, no less than a Byron would opine!

    Was she a fairy, of Faust and the Niblong's Ring
    born of dew, Nature's anticipating harvest?
    Creature in human form devoid its silver wings?
    Angel coming to give, we lost stragglers a rest?

    Had she escaped from sunset's magnificent views
    a savior tasked to this dark, gloomy earth now heal
    Angel or saint earthbound walking in human shoes
    would time and fate, her great mysteries soon reveal?

    Robert J. Lindley, Jan 01-2018

    Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 192
    Total # Words: 134

    Care to finish this one my FRIEND???

    ************************************************** ****
    In process,


    When Love And Dark Unite, A Shiny Tangled Web Catches Prey

    When Love And Dark Unite, A Shiny Tangled Web Catches Prey

    There were hidden tentacles of hate in her heart
    That her coils had not consumed me, I gave thanks
    My soul nearly erupted, my mind suddenly went blank
    Her touch was exciting, but frightening from the start.

    She would serve me a great gulp of her poisonous brew
    My hunger and thirst exploded, but I begged for more
    There, in dark tides, my limp body washed ashore,
    I was another roasted carcass for her blackened stew.

    Waves washed beads of sand over me, around and about
    I woke to see a smiling sky, laughing at my sad demise
    I was but a damn fool, allowing her to have me as her prize
    She kissed with thorny lips, smelled me with a bearded snout.

    I lay waiting for dawn to tell me it was but a bad dream
    Its gleaming rays would invade my brain and make it clear
    My heart and soul were enslaved. I wallowed in woeful fear
    She always dragged me in, convincing me we were a team.

    I sensed night coming forth and dreaded the moon beams
    This time her thorns pierced my lips, blinding me with lust
    The temptation was too riveting. My body she had trussed
    Her fingers soothed then strangled 'til I heard my own screams

    Another bitter potion she'd concocted and lured me to drink
    My breath came in short gasps as she searched my glazed eyes
    Night hawks called, so I thought, but the trills were my own cries
    I prayed to wake, but I swam in her dark waters, blacker than ink

    Disgusted with my weakness. What kind of man had I become?
    Tortured for want of the one who held hate within her heart
    These thoughts meandered through my mind, tearing me apart
    I must be strong to turn away and never more to her succumb

    Another sunrise found me, my back flayed upon the beach
    Rays of dawn warmed me before a salty wave slapped my face
    I could not move, or would not move. In shame I was a disgrace
    I walked into the ocean. In death I'd be out of her tentacled reach.

    Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane Collaboration, 12-26-2017

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    My first poem written in the new Constanza poetry form.--Tyr


    Behind Dark Granite Walls

    Behind dark granite walls, her heart
    Slashed weeping deep and crisply burned
    Grim reward for true love once spurned.

    Her grim past loves, a horror chart
    Nightmarish dreams and weeping woes
    Ill the wind, that dark romance grows.

    Therein rests, wisdom to impart
    Cautions of lust and blinded love
    Ere hard falling hail from above.

    Seeding grains, for another start
    To no longer just blindly grope
    For within each crop awaits hope.

    Or sad fodder for poet's art
    Poet's pen, words that fairly warn
    Close the red doors on winter's barn.

    Behind dark granite walls, her heart
    Her grim past loves, a horror chart
    Therein rests, wisdom to impart
    Seeding grains, for another start
    Or sad fodder for poet's art.

    Robert J. Lindley, 12-26-2017
    Constanza, (My first Attempt)

    Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8
    Total # Syllables: 160
    Total # Words: 120

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    New collaboration- First half being offered to another talented poetess.

    Yes, The Wicked Monster Was An Abusive Man

    She now lost, cried all night, heart broken and so sad
    even her old wounds now ached with renewed cause
    Yes, it was a true monster, powerful and bad
    with its tormenting, never found time to pause!

    What had she become, to be blinded by its charm
    first were soft night-whispers that promised love's all
    There were massive red flags trying to give alarm
    having found her dreamed prince, she refused the call!

    Now wrapped within monster coils hideous and deep
    she prayed for a savior to give release soon
    Alas! It tormented even in her deepest sleep
    waking her in wet blood of its dark, red moon!

    Walking in human form, a beast among mankind
    admired by this blind world as a famous man
    Nothing more hideous than this beast, could one find
    delight in her pain, seemed to be its true plan!

    Taking her own life, had haunted her as of late
    with no savior found, what could she ever do
    She could take no more of its tormenting and hate
    her days, hours of aches and nights of darkest blue.

    If staying awake would keep him from her bedroom,
    she pledged to remain steadfast and be deprived
    of shutting her eyes, or face another night of doom
    Weariness won out and once more the fiend arrived

    Her mind fogged from lethargy and long held fatigue
    No longer did she wish to end the misery with her death
    If she could think clearly to make a plan of intrigue
    it would end his nocturnal visits and take his last breath

    While in the garden an idea blossomed in her head
    A plan budded that would save her from the beast
    but it required her to be in a position she would dread
    one upon which the cruel villain would desire to feast

    She saw a spider had built a web near the garden gate
    and had captured a fly who was struggling to flee
    If she were to tempt the beast as a juicy morsel of bait
    alas, she could end his life and then she could break free

    That night she pretended to be asleep, deep in dreams
    the fluttering glow of candlelight exposed her soft flesh
    Through a window she perceived shadowed moonbeams
    and was at the ready to capture her nemesis and enmesh

    She'd rigged a web of brambles and sharpened the thorns
    and dropped it upon the head of the brute as he knelt
    It screamed in anger and pain when entangled was its horns
    With cunning smile, she pulled a hunting knife from her belt

    Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane , 12-31-2017



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    What Danger, Youthful Folly Has No Fear?

    Lofty mountaintop ledge, ocean waves seen below
    White capping at beach approach, white as snow.
    Dive right on in, water inviting and so near
    What danger, youthful folly has no fear?

    Trekking the wilderness, where hungry bears abide
    Beware! Nonsense a brave man does not hide!
    Rashness, richer manna a brave youth loves to eat
    How else to embrace foolish, daring feats?

    Motorcycle riding, speeding no helmet on
    what of few bleeding cuts and broken bone?
    Risks taken, how else can daring youth find to do
    Not by being boring and old like you!

    So the youth cried out, before his hasty demise
    Tempting Fate too often, is most unwise!
    To build far deeper courage the youth does such deeds
    True wisdom given, refuses to heed!

    Lofty mountaintop ledge, ocean waves seen below
    White capping at beach approach, white as snow.
    Dive right on in, water inviting and so near
    What danger, youthful folly has no fear?


    R.J. Lindley,
    June 9th, 1974

    Old Note.- He drowned, trying to prove he could swim across the raging flooded river.
    His uncle Raymond is my good friend at work.

    New note- Many a youth has died an early death simply by taking on a foolish dare..
    And too oft it had nothing to do with proving bravery.


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    You Foolishly Once Thought You Had It Bad

    When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
    embers glow and fires burn unabated.
    Recall her last breath and wish you were dead
    in poem's last line, you've been castrated.
    From the heavens, a voice thunders dire threats
    about losses and breakfasts without eggs.
    Fumbling about, looking to hedge your bets,
    you drink your cold coffee, down to burnt dregs.

    On waking you find dawn's hard hammer fell.
    Last night's burns are reminders of your life.
    You stumble and look up from pits of Hell,
    recounting the reasons you lost your wife.
    Your clock chimes out vulgar curses at you
    and your house bids you leave by peals at noon.
    You think of the ancient, wicked dreams, too,
    as night falls with its wretched lucent moon.

    Dream of hungry tigers eating your boots.
    Your house perched atop two adjoining trees.
    A hunter fires; not a tiger he shoots.
    Second wife cuts your legs off at the knees.

    You dream, hungry tiger eats your new boots.
    your house is perched atop two joining trees.
    hunter fires, not the tiger he shoots.
    your second wife cuts you off at the knees.

    Metaphor amputations are savagely sever.
    Your spirit cries I must flee, tiger is near.
    The tiger roars with laughter, I own your pain.
    The second lioness purrs with abject disdain.

    Your slaughtered heart bleats faint cries out.
    Memories tainted and dreams coercing a shout.
    In the abyss of regret the famished tiger dines.
    You struggle to cope, tree sways breaking its vines.

    What of taunting lioness who does defame.
    Half muted stutters quivering lips murmur blame.
    Muttered niceties in deep with disgust feigned.
    Tiger haunting your dreams, as king it truly reigns.

    Will you take a stand your courage regained.
    Will you remember the fun of days lost.
    Can you bear the cost, can you bear the pain?
    Be strong and take back what your past gains.

    Climb up from the depth of hell's deep dark pit.
    Replace dawns hammer with soft cotton mitts.
    Let satisfied lioness purr and hunt the tiger.
    Be happy, be proud of regaining your former swagger.

    Robert J. Lindley and Edward McCall, collaboration
    12/31/2017


    third version--

    You Foolishly Once Thought You Had It Bad

    When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head,
    embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated.
    Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead
    in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrated.
    From the heavens, a voice thunders out dire threats
    about losses and late breakfasts without eggs.
    Fumbling about, looking to hedge your foolish bets,
    you drink your cold coffee, down to bitter, burnt dregs.

    On waking, you find dawn's hard hammer truly fell.
    Last night's burns are reminders of your tortured life.
    You stumble and look up from pits of dark raging Hell,
    recounting now the true reasons you lost your wife.
    Your alarm clock chimes out vulgar curses at you
    and your dark house bids you leave by peals at noon.
    You think of the ancient, sad wicked dreams, too,
    as night falls with its huge wretched lucent moon.

    Dreaming of hungry tigers eating your new boots.
    Your house perched atop two tall adjoining trees.
    A hunter fires; it is not a tiger that he shoots.
    Second angry wife cuts your legs off at the knees.
    Metaphor amputations are so savagely sever.
    Your spirit cries out I must flee, tiger is near.
    The tiger roars with laughter, I own all your pain.
    Second lioness purrs with abject contempt and disdain.

    Your old slaughtered heart bleating faint cries out.
    Memories tainted and dreams coercing a shout.
    In abyss of regret the famished tiger dines.
    You struggle to cope, tree sways breaking its vines.
    What of taunting lioness who's false words defame.
    Half muted stutters quivering lips murmur blame.
    Muttered niceties in deep with disgust feigned.
    Tiger haunting your dreams, as king it truly reigns.

    Will you take a stand your courage regained?
    Can you bear the cost, can you bear the pain?
    Be strong and take back what your past gains.
    Clean the slate and wipe away the shameful stains
    Climb up from the depth of hell's deep dark pits.
    Replace dawns hammer with soft cotton mitts.
    Let satisfied lioness purr, hunt the raging tiger.
    Be happy, be proud of regaining your former swagger.

    Robert J. Lindley and Edward McCall, collaboration
    12/31/2017

    ************************************************


    A start if its to be in rhyme but free verse would be easier and give far more leeway..


    Very sad words heard, "he has lost his nerve"
    forgotten who he should loyally serve.
    So claimed even family and close friends
    proclaiming he should now make his amends!
    Had he not served all, with his very best
    family loved and medals on his chest?
    Now chaotic world demanded so much more
    into his aching heart deep sorrows tore.


    Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 80
    Total # Words: 58




    ************************************
    New collaboration start with Brenda Chiri.... first draft written on my opening part..-Tyr



    So Hold Me Tight, Whisper Your True Love Vows

    Can you in good faith, our new love hold true
    will you this treasure forever embrace
    Without you my life would be sad and blue
    I feel all pleasure would such loss erase.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    Will you walk green pastures with me each day
    watch blue skies dance to touch our souls
    I so love you, your soft alluring way
    of making our lovemaking your great goal.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    As I write, your face is beauty I see
    your curves serve to remind me, heat I feel
    I vow, nothing separates you and me
    You are my angel and our love is real.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 180
    Total # Words: 156
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    Second draft after our first review..


    So Hold Me Tight, Whisper Your True Love Vows

    Part One- ( His Loving Inquiry)

    Can you in good faith, our new love hold true
    will you this treasure forever embrace
    Without you, my life would be sad and blue
    I feel all pleasure such loss would erase.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    Will you walk green pastures with me each day
    watch blue skies dance to touch our souls
    I so love you, your soft alluring way
    of making our lovemaking your great goal.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    As I write, your face is beauty I see
    your curves serve to remind me, heat I feel
    I vow, nothing separates you and me
    you are my angel and our love is real.

    So hold me tight, whisper your true love vows
    And each night, lay with me to reach our dreams

    Part Two- (Her Loving Reply)

    In good faith forever love will be true
    My dear you are treasure in my embrace
    No sad or blue in life divides we two
    We can't be erased, you can't be replaced.

    I'll hold you in my arms with love it seems
    Nights in your arms, we will share in our dreams

    Barefoot in grass I walk with you each day
    Skies are so blue I dance at your side
    Your love returned in every single way
    I will love you, til you are satisfied.

    I'll hold you in my arms with love it seems
    Nights in your arms, we still share in our dreams

    Your face at peace i wonder what you write
    What brings that ever slight blush to your cheek
    I vow together, for us I will fight
    Your my darling your love is all I seek.

    I'll hold you in my arms with love it seems
    Nights in your arms, we still share in our dreams

    Robert J. Lindley and Brenda Chiri collaboration

    ************************************************** **
    New collaboration with Brenda. As promised but long overdue due to my recent problems.

    First half- written by me... -Tyr


    When I Dwelt Deep Within Your Soft, Shimmering Lights
    ( Part One- The Heartfelt Plea )


    When I dwelt deep within your soft, shimmering lights
    you gave me love and all your sexual delights.
    I traced your every curve to its treasured reward
    now I write these loving words as a lovesick bard.

    Remember those promises you and I both swore
    before those wicked lies both our melded hearts tore.
    Hold to treasured moments of our every embrace
    do not let darkness bring forth its wanton disgrace.

    With me, your love shines ever brighter each new morn.
    With you not here, my life is tortured and forlorn.

    Nights I pray for our love to again find its home,
    you return and no longer those foreign shores roam.
    As I look into our once bright starlit skies
    I wonder why did you believe him and his lies.

    Return to romance, let our love find deepest gold
    I beg you, do so before we are both too old.
    Know that Fate had joined us and that was no mistake
    pray you see truth, before this heart forever breaks.

    With me, your love shines ever brighter each new morn.
    With you not here, my life is tortured and forlorn.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2018


    Syllables Per Line:
    12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 240
    Total # Words: 190

    (Part Two-- Her Reply)
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 02-07-2018 at 10:13 AM.
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    In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane

    Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
    to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
    Nature will award that which Life commands
    placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
    O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
    candlelight dinners and intimate nights.

    With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
    Away from winter's chill, in the far North.

    Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
    Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
    She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
    as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
    Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
    layers of oceans, in white waves of snow

    In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
    Away from winter's chill, of the far North.

    Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
    whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
    had her heart remembering their first kiss
    Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
    To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
    would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.

    In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
    Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.

    She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
    Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
    Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
    A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
    Having a babe, they had both long revered
    That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.

    With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
    Further from winter's chill of the far North.

    She was haunted by his voice in a dream
    and awoke with the sound of her own scream
    Rain, her companion, on an April morn
    Pains let her know their child would soon be born
    Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
    In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.

    No longer a dream, her man had come forth
    To deliver their child in the far North.

    Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane, collaboration.
    11-01- 2018


    Thank you for writing with me yet again after such a long break my friend. Your invitation to do another collaboration was a great gift and a blessing given to me. I sincerely appreciate such great kindness as well as your great advice given on poetry/editing. As such shows great talent and true poetic heart. You magnificent verses makes this a truly golden poem.
    God bless always..

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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    Just found out the poem below was awarded, Poem Of The Day at our poetry site this morning.--
    I am very pleased this acknowledgement was made since Lin is a top class poet and an editor.
    She helped me edit my addition to better it.. --Tyr
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    I could not do them justice, Robert, but I love these poems.
    Ecclesiastes 10:2 - A wise man's heart directs him to the right, but a foolish man's heart directs him to the left.
    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    "It's not how you start, it's how you finish."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Russ View Post
    I could not do them justice, Robert, but I love these poems.
    Thank you my friend , for reading and commenting. Poetry is not enjoyed by everybody and that is perfectly ok.
    We poets know and fully accepted that reality with having no qualms about it.
    Yet Poetry is a top art form, and its influence upon literature, society, culture and personal lives as a positive and beneficial gift is immeasurable, IMHO.
    Nation's honor their top poets because those poets are seen to be the great and positive influence to their culture, their status as a civilized and enlightened nation and giving of self to better the lives, hopes, dreams and standards of morality in the public at large.
    History verifies this and even amateur poets contribute to that, in accord with the level of talent and activity in which they write and are read/followed.
    Sad that modern poetry is being so heavily influenced today, by liberals and their political agenda. That in USA those controlling what is accepted as being worthy has now lowered to praise/promote-- what is oft just crazed, chaotic, emotional ramblings that serve no true or helpful purpose.
    They do this by demeaning Classic poetry, and instead over rewarding - mediocre, insanely emotional , chaotic ramblings to the masses, declaring they must accept such as being great , and accept it because they say so!
    I have not ever, do not now and never will accepting this agenda these elitist, liberal buffoons are carrying out.
    Rant over. -Tyr
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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