My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Weather Colloquy


I have seen the storm-
cometh with angry tones
steady in its wrath
dropping massive hail stones

I have seen the sky-
wet earth to its core
steady with its rain
pelting down forever more

I have felt the hot sun-
naked fire upon my back
steady with its heat
so fierce was its attack

I have endured the cold-
winter blasting all about
steading with its ice
wind gusts with mighty shout

I embraced the Spring-
soothing weather to me
steady with its renewals
of birds, flowers and trees

Robert J. Lindley, 05-21-2015

[Balu]

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot,
Thank you for your poems. Haven't read poetry in English for ages. I've gotten Real Pleasure reading yours.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot,
Thank you for your poems. Haven't read poetry in English for ages. I've gotten Real Pleasure reading yours.

Thank you! The pleasure is all mine if my offering gave you anything at all to enjoy.
As I believe that a poet's work should give to others(its readers).-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Awaiting The Great Mists Of Transcending Time



The last day of memories sits in spectacular splendor
awaiting the great mists of transcending time
Sailing along on dancing waves of love soft and tender
followed by loud echoing flames of the sublime

Deep into the many wide valleys of mystical moonbeams
rests soft bundles awaiting the longing burn
Glorious flower meadows banked by fast running streams
devoid of past cutting agonies our hearts spurn

Streams flowing out in pleasing songs of romantic past
with gentle kissed touches so rapidly hurled
Proof of unending Love wrapped in grace meant to last
blessings given lovers faithful in this world

The last day of memories sits in spectacular splendor
awaiting the great mists of transcending time
Sailing along on dancing waves of love soft and tender
followed by loud echoing flames of the sublime

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Restored Was His Heart, Soul And Might
(The Woodsman)


Hollow place in the woods most deep,
now unmolested by man or by beast.
Reserved for a wise visitor's return,
a promise he swore one day to keep,
when starry night holds a big feast!

Life called the woodsman far away,
into a war he was so sadly cast.
He simply had rushed to take his turn,
sacred duty in life he had to pay,
while praying it not to be his last.

Shell and shock had laid him so low,
laying in a hospital back East.
That vow was not forgotten by he,
April, time came for him there to go,
to partake in a moonlight feast!

Arriving back there with setting sun,
he trekked into forest all alone.
Returning king was this brave man,
a true woodsman and Nature's son,
above him glory of moonlight shone.

Found again the hollow so very deep,
his throne nestled, cozy and fine.
Moonlight and Nature did so conspire,
as he laid down to peacefully sleep,
to ease his tired and troubled mind!

Waking with the soft, wet morning dew,
this king greeted Nature and the day.
Smile that gave all there such delight,
so his life danced and began again anew,
restored was his heart, soul and might!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Imagined Airy Paradise


Birds fly in the bright scarlet sky,
floating often on spreading wings.
Saddened earth below they happily defy,
on shining clouds gladly resting!

An image burns in an imaginative mind,
earth below seen so many other ways.
Such dreams inspire and serve to remind
heart's joy, love our life conveys!

What of this imagined airy paradise,
scenes that thrill so our hearts
That pleasure in dreams may suffice
despite time lost in waste carts!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-03-2015

[gabosaurus]

Tyr, you never fail to impress me with your writing. It is all quite inspired.

Reading some of your passages reminded me of something my daughter wrote at the beginning of the last school year. Her literature teacher wanted everyone to submit something to a journal that was being put together of student works. The compositions went direct to the publisher. As opposed to being approved by a teacher first.
A few weeks later, the literature teacher got a response from the journal people that she shared with me. The person who read my daughter's submission stated "the student who submitted this work is deeply disturbed and needs guidance and counseling."


I am not afraid
I am not afraid of your hatred
Not afraid of your lies
Your smiles do not mask your hate
Your teeth are white but your soul is black
You can not fool me
You can not deceive the world
You talk generosity but your hand is in my pocket
You talk morality but your hand is up my skirt
You talk intelligence but you do not pass the test
You talk peace but there is blood on your clothes
How can I love my country when you keep destroying it?
Your smoke fouls my air
Your guns kill my animals
Your oil clogs my beaches
Your money buys my leaders
Go ahead and laugh, it suits you well
It's your world, you bought it
Not for long, though
Time will pass soon enough
Eventually I will be in charge
And you will be gone

[Balu]

An Imagined Airy Paradise

Robert,
I've NO words to tell you the whole depth of my Thanks.
May be it can be a slight contribution to you, but my Grandchildren asked me to thank you on their behalf.
They start understanding your poetry and they BOTH like it, though they have to make a lot of efforts to understand and FEEL what you want (and you really have what to say) to tell in a language, foreign for them.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Gift, Then The Complaint


Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!

This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or plead
Yet time brings its own eternal whip
a cut each little time you dare slip!

No great solace lasts more than a week
future may grant but tis' only a peek
A sight given to beg the mind to see
To climb the tallest mountain to plea!

Of course the world cries out to stop
toss away the fine broom and dirty mop
With much deeper sinister cry and hue
dire threats blast you right on cue!

Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!


Robert J. Lindley, 07-15-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Estrella No Perdona

I can not change your cold heart,
Or force you to again lovingly speak
Why your choice is we remain apart.
That again, our love I dearly seek:
I can not change your cold heart!

I can not change your cold heart;
Nor storm the many castles you build.
Despite my sad pleas for another start,
you hating me, refuse to ever yield,
I can not change your cold heart.

I can not change your cold heart;
Change your mind, if only I ever could,
forever hold you and never part!
Rejoin our love by any sacrifice I would
I can not change your cold heart.

I can not change your cold heart,
Or remove that hate in your dark eyes:
Behind that stare awaits a poison dart,
to fling at me based upon many lies;
I can not change your cold heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 06 -07- 2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love Request Denied Again

All that I once so dearly loved,
Sweet joys blessedly known;
Crashed when push came to shove,
Poor fair now that you are gone!

Pain rips the cool from the winds,
Great sorrows fill my heart,
Once we were lovers, now it ends
As I pray for another start!

An arm offered for your sweet kiss:
You refused with a locked gate,
All of you is what I dearly miss
and cry because now you hate!

I begged for compassion yet again,
Your heart laughed with glee;
Have no desire to only be a friend,
you scoff at my tortured plea!

Pain rips the cool from the winds,
Great sorrows fill my heart,
Once we were lovers, now it ends
As I pray for another start!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-19-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Sky's Thundering Heart

Within high airy clouds,
No dust chokes the throat;
Sails a white rising boat,
Far below dark shrouds
Covers evil that gloats!

In sky's thundering heart,
Upon a majestic throne;
A soul weeps so alone
And prays for another start
Not cutting in the bone.

With a violent airy rush,
Storm gives relief;
From pained broken belief,
Rises a calm, loving hush.

Within this fine blessing,
A song soon graces,
Smiles on those faces,
Of two lovers confessing;
Missteps in saddened paces

Within high airy clouds,
No dust chokes the throat;
Sails a white rising boat,
Far below dark shrouds
Cover evil that gloats!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I just had to write tonight, so went back in mind and memory to a trip I actually took long ago. A trip that saved me..
Hope you may enjoy this poem..-Tyr
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I Waded Meadows And Cool Flowing Streams


Across the valley I journeyed far
Upon my heart(my spirit soared in dreams!)
Underneath the glowing day-bright star,
I waded meadows and cool flowing streams.

Beauty spoke from this shining land,
of sky, flowers, birds and bees
Deeper still in the tall black oak stand
and greater still, Nature guided me.
A wanderer in its glory so magnificently set
Painted with critters and deep mysteries
amazing wonders caught in its far flung net
Nature's wonders amassed throughout histories!

Across the valley I journeyed far
Upon my heart(my spirit soared in dreams!)
Underneath the glowing day-bright star,
I waded meadows and cool flowing streams.

Robert J. Lindley
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thoughts On The Rail


I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!

I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!

May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Far above the din of sin and earthly strife!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015

[jimnyc]

Hey, Tyr, been working on a regular free form poem as you know I like, since I know squat about how to form a good sentence, let alone a good poem!

Started like a month ago and fell into a mental block of sorts. And funny ironic thing? A large part is about mental blocks and such, and then one sticks me in a rut.