Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal



Dark shadows of death it enshrouds,
roaring lightning in storming clouds
Flames it destroys as it dares burn
Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn

Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills
long before creeping dawn-time chills
Yet its mercy screams out very loud
candlelight given unto good and proud

Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs
echoes songs of glistening waking frogs
Far above the ancient nighttime croaks
angels remove earthly blinding cloaks

At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks
Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015

[Balu]

Tank you Tyr-Ziu Saxnot!
This is Great to start a day from reading your poetry.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul


I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell,
With evil, sins and smells of eating hate.
Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar
An escape before death proves me too late?

I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom,
Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures.
No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom,
An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures!

Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown,
A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood.
Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown.
Into my searching heart each a river in flood.

This valley holds deep my father's longing soul.
This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll!

R.J. Lindley
May 20TH 1983

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Religion That MURDERS All That Oppose Its Course


Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread.
Punitive actions given for words we long ago said.
Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst.
Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list.

Do not fear such hiding and lowlife coward's secret plans.
Unite and record they and their insidious deeds.
Stay the course, honor truth and fight the good fight.
Teach fear is a double edged sword they too may yet feel.

Expand your horizons they say, as we righteously dread.
Punitive actions given for words we long ago said.
Wise up and know such enemies live within our midst.
Those traitors putting our names upon a punishing list.

Understand this, we shall soon see their darkest face.
As we and our children they plan to murder and erase.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-20-2015

Note- SONNET

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear
a racing orb of light so very bright.
A love lost, great tragedy so many fear
as small children do darkness of night.

If only to live and not be too late
for the appointed day that I died.
Mend the widening cracks in my plate
careful to eat my stolen eggs fried.

Should a poet compose for me a monody
I shall rise again just to hear.
For my sweet soul fled my tortured body
but my love lives in a maiden's tear.

Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune.
Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015

Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse
of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to
be a sonnet!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.

There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!

As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!

I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015

Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.

(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dic...lish/slumbrous

slumberous (ˈslʌmbərəs ; -brəs) or or slumbrous (ˈslʌmbrəs)
Definitions
adjective (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions;
Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 103

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Cried For My Father's Death


I cried for my father's death then
but never for my own cutting pain
That was not understood back when
I felt my life had nothing to gain.

Life taught me few things are fair
misery and pain follow every gift
Although young with full head of hair
life gave nothing to spirit uplift.

Often in awe of power of the storm
we forget the damage such inflicts
Such folly too often is the norm
sadly man's Nature allows such tricks.

Time onward flows as old wounds it heals
Life does reward those, Love's heart steals!

R.J. Lindley

May 9th, 1985

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Untitled Sonnet

I sat lost in deep thought to write today,
memories flooding an old poet's mind.
So little time, so important words to say
hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind!

My muse, she went sailing around the world,
often for me that is a pure delight.
In my tired old mind words are now swirled,
yet my inner spirit longs to fight.

Do I write of past loves and desperate lies,
heartache eating away cold hard stone?
Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies,
that warm this surging heart to the bone!

Ah, too many words invade this weary mind.
Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind.

Robert J. Lindley, written in 91'

Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91..
perhaps placed aside for later editing, however
the older me now boldly says it is ok as is..
citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title
should reflect past and present case..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Glorious Moon

Lonely night I search for light of new moon
sadness absent, seek its comfort so soon
When weak are joys, hopes strewn across my path
wash soul in wetness of celestial bath

Worse are nights that despair crowds deeply in
dark blocks memories of lovers and friends
Salvation beams down Old Man in the Sky
igniting love as tears drop from my eyes

Shadows flee from beams of inspired moonlight
wash my heart in love that vanishes fright
Spirit offers, moonlight joy as its gift
rays of happiness blessings soon uplift

Blessed nights, crystal skies serve the moon
music fills my heart, I dance to its tune.

Robert J. Lindley , 03-14-2014



Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 107
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heart and Wisdom of Olympus

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path!

Yet there I found only an empty throne
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained!

The pain and the sorrow! Where was the heart?
I fell to my knees beseeching the Gods.
Supreme and great Zeus why did you depart?
Perhaps it was Titans, the elder gods.

Then, Callioppe came for her father,
And Themis, the divine man was bidden,
Saying, Zeus gave his heart to his lover,
Seeker be still, wisdom I have hidden!

Robert Lindley & Broken Wings ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: Note: It was indeed my great pleasure collaborating
with my friend Broken Wings on this poem. Her concluding
verses are amazing and brought in the goddess Aphrodite,
to note the darker side of love that we all know exists.
Broken Wings, my good friend you have my sincere thanks
and it was a very great pleasure collaborating with you.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.

Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose
Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays.

Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges-
Instinctively both yield to its power,
While embracing primitive deep urges,
Race for safe cover in which to cower.

Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view
Nature moves forward collecting its due!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 95

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow


Upon misty morn's fading glow,
Fly fairies on silver wing,
Darting with fantasies in tow
And all the joy such may bring.

Above their heads sun awaits,
Its time to shine down anew,
If seen, man then contemplates
Depths of this mystical clue.

As the dancing wings depart,
One may ponder myriad of fates,
Sadness beating within each heart
longings of day's opening gates.

Upon last flash time cries out,
This is what life is all about.

R.J. Lindley
April 16th, 1973

Sonnet.

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Second version
Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow

Upon misty morn's fading glow,
Flies fairies on silver wing,
Flying with fantasies in tow
And sweet joy such may bring.

Above their heads sun awaits,
Its his time to shine anew,
If seen by man he contemplates
Depths of that mystical clue.

As their dancing wings depart,
One ponders a myriad of fates,
Sadness beating within each heart
longings of day's opening gates.

Upon last flash time cries out,
woe to he simply waiting on me!
Living is what life is all about.
Taking chances is living free-

May use as a collaboration half.

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Third draft--will use in collaboration poem with Keith

Upon Misty Morn's Fading Glow

Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.

Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.

As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.

Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110