Presenting here these three separate poems combined.
Although each was composed on a different day, these
last three days. This was my response to an idiot that
emailed me over a week ago insulting my poetry,
its composition and advising me to never write another
poem, because all of my poems are as bad as he has ever
seen! I am sorry that three years ago I trusted this
absolute asshole and gave him my email address.
Since then he left my home poetry site but came back
under another name, one he refuses to disclose to me.
And in email brags how he has friends there that help
him expose what a lousy poet that I am.
Thus, I chose to respond by writing about what a lowlife
snake this POS truly is.. -Tyr


Part I.-

Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse, Dawn,-
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)


Dare I, reduce poet's pen to a plastic sword
flee from shadows that invades as destructive hordes?
Nay, such would incinerate reborn poetic soul,
bring heartache and destroy path to truth's gallant goal.

Rather I, sharpen blade, saddle my battle horse
walk through searing flames alone yet on steady course.
Expect more vicious attacks around each bend,
live out my final moment with defiant grin.

Should I, with courageous pen far more truth post
ink midnight hours, not fear darkest of evil ghost?
Beg more paper, its white pages let my ink soak,
in my defiance, strike those wearing evil's cloak?

Can I, with good conscience, this hard journey trek.
Knowing Raven's curse, both my eyes- out IT shall peck.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2019
Sonnet, ( If Valiant, Let Ink Splash To This Dark Beast Slay )
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)

Note:
Fuscus, qui mortalium haec faciam tibi mali iura
Et invenies in me plus perdomandosque feroces et fortes periculum pertinet.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Part II.-

A Trek Into A Forest Wonderfully Deep
( New Dawn- Second Battle )


This vista, newfound view image of divine scene
fertile virgin ground, pretty as a peacock's preen
born of inked splashes, and poet's bleeding blood
flow from deep gashes, paints virgin soil as red-mud.

Nature's true beauty sent to poet's beating heart
illuminated glory at dawn's gifted start
gurgling brook, waters racing into crystal clear lake
sad weeping soul inhales, as much as one can take.

Morning trek, my how such a change the mind renews
once a train wreck, now healing beneath sky blue
All aghast, miracle that comes as divine gift
life changing wonders sent so fast, sent to uplift.

This vista, newfound view image of divine scene.
Fertile virgin ground, pretty as a peacock's preen.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Second Battle-- Part Two)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Part III.-

Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight-
( New Dawn, Part Three, Third Battle, And Final Slash)


From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace-
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.

Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!

From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.

Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..

Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on to my home poetry site
and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, this old dog can still bite!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019