Poems beaten out of me by my Muse.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sometimes when I am lazy or just distracted my muse comes along demanding I do certain writes. I refuse until the beating gets bad enough to cause
me a headache, then I relent.
This morn was such a case. She be a stubborn vixen that knows how to cut and slash, so I write and write.
Then if lucky get a pat on the head and a scolding reminding me that she ALWAYS wins out in the end!
With that in mind I decided to create this thread to race to,in order to write much sooner and avoid any more such beatings. -Tyr

First presentation here..
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Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold


Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold
Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air
Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold
With tributes often given whether wrong or fair!

Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight
Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul
Like a magic rainbow just coming into sight
wisdom and folly both rest within the same bowl!

Hate, rides aloft in a forceful crashing wind
The product of emotions flying high and deep
So very often with no bottom and without end
A nightmare that crashes out from a dark sleep!

Truth, the light that cast out darkened Hate
A soothing breeze cruising in on a hot day
If found, the saving is never bad or too late
Instead path found to Love and Live another way!


Robert J. Lindley. 06-20-2015

Note: Do not blame me, my muse beat on me until I relented
and hammered this one on out.
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9-28-2020 edit-- storing this poem
Halloween Tale, Poetic Dream Of Raven, Poe And I

When into an unearthed slumber I fell
An accursed storm came with its black tail
Within isles of swirling doom and gloom
I woke, a prisoner in a dark tomb
Chained to the wall in a small blood-soaked cell
Lashed repeatedly, pains a bloody hell.

No dawn ever came, gasping echoes wailed
Hands of black had this tortured soul impaled
Every fortnight a red moon cast its rays
Shadows brought forth from saddest pallid greys
In agony, these I begged to speak
Lifting their veils, a few began to peek.

Ungodly were hideous faces seen
Gaping fanged mouths, wicked eyes glowing green
Skeletal white hands with long dagger claws
Razor edges teeth shown in gaping jaws
Such a grave sight made my heart skip a beat
As evil green eyes did this poor soul greet.

That terrifying sight brought thoughts of Poe
His inspiring verses truths I did know
Conjured up my thoughts of Raven's dark words
My lifelong fear of that devilish bird
Soon as thought a magnificent voice spoke
I am Poe, dearest friend, so glad I woke.

At this news, my crying soul felt relief
Poe was my hero, always my belief
Somehow his words giving this soul power
To this heart sent bright bountiful showers
In greatest need, his speaking gave some peace
I knew only he could gain my release.

Alas! All was happening far too quick
I thought of Raven, this must be a trick
Could it be master Poe was not so near
Had I fantasized that he could appear
Knowing Raven my inner thoughts had read
Into defeated brain his poison fed.

Raven then demanded master Poe must leave
Return to his realm to Annabel grieve
Poe spoke, "innocent soul you must set free"
This battle is between myself and thee
Raven shot, "your pen gives me no commands."
I yield not to such great foolish demands.

Poe replied I need no poetic quill
To vanquish you and evil curse you spill
I need only this soulful heart in me
Faith and grace rests within my peaceful sea
Your villainy is cracking your weak shield
Nothing more powerful can your hate field.

At this refute, I saw Raven cower
From strong vibes of Poe's increasing powers
His legs crumpled while his beating wings flamed
He knew Poe won, he had been far out-gamed.
Light into that abyss began to flood
To wash away ghastly gore and blood.

Suddenly my chains crumbled into dust
To my freedom fast flee, I felt I must
To my friend Poe these grateful words I spoke
Thanks, for freedom from Raven's slaving yoke
For his inspiring poems, I have read
That sent me on poetic journeys tread.

Before my exit, I bid Poe Adieu
Praying him, divine mercy he is due
At those parting words, Raven flew away
Shouting out, "we will meet some future day.
On that day my powers shall be immense
From my weapons, there will be no defense."

With joyous glee, I stepped into the light
Then recalled that Halloween is tonight
Next thought was Raven may again appear
Would I be brave or hideaway in fear
Poe whispered softly, my friend I am here
Darkness shall not prevail, that truth is clear.

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme, ( A Halloween Tale, for readers of any age )
A poem first composed in 1997 for my nine year
old daughter*edited heavily bin 2014, and again in 2020...

Note:
Specs
Twelve stanzas in rhyme, each stanza
consists of six verses, 6x12= 72
poem total is 72 verses.
Each verse is ten syllables,
each stanza exactly 45 words.
12x45 = 540
Total words = 540.
- checked by
https://www.writerlywords.com/syllables/