My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates


I felt it was time to just let the hell go,
walking away while you screamed and cursed.
There was no fight then made just for show
an instant decision, one I never rehearsed.
Whiskey had me ready to battle, fight a war
my nerves were shot but courage filled me.
I remember that day- it is still a bad scar,
evidence of the day you forced me to hurt me!


I walked out into a steamy hot August night,
knowing that move was to be set in hard stone.
You looked in awe at that unimaginable sight,
sat there and cried like a sad child all alone!

I look back at your face from memory I saved,
there was anger, fright and hate dancing there.
My leaving was an act far too damn long delayed.
Like a Medusa, you gave me that hideous stare!

Yet at times, that face clears and is replaced.
By your beauty, dressed up and all in sexy lace!

R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1988

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Risking The Perils Of The Long Road


Sitting so happily silent as a sleeping toad
Wild forest stirring my thirst for adventure
Sun wakes me, soon walking down this long road
Racing stream alongside a great thirst quencher.

Ahead are fields of gold covering acres of wheat
I hear fantastic thrills and ladies a'calling
Mystery awaits the bold, the dreams I shall meet
Not to fear the wickedly bad and the falling
Happiness, song and love- food that I shall eat
Onward! Now time to stop the useless stalling.

My mind dreaming of the first lady I will kiss
There is pleasure in the sweetest anticipation
And love dancing my life must never dare miss
Songs flying forth to claim her great adulation.

Each curve sends me into its beautiful new realm
Where Sun sets on my heart's dearest destination
Treasures and dreams in the bounty, so overwhelm
Spirit soon speaks in joyous and dear affirmation
Ahead a golden palace shines in its deep creation
Granted the miracle far beyond humble expectation.

Never again sitting as silent as a sleepy 'ole toad
Treasures ahead, risking the perils of the long road!

R. J. Lindley
Feb, 25th 1972

NOTE- Presented as was written decades ago ,
no editing...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits


There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.

Cold reality now just a dark and ragged blur
Every day ghastly, morbid scene eats my mind
Absolutely no memory of savagery heaped on her
House sealed up tight so nobody can ever find.

Red in rage, memory from bloody ages long ago
Now burdened with a lovely but rotting mess
Facing each day, a scene from a horror show
Fearing discovery of my greatest, dark distress.

A dream that night, slashing a monster's throat
Walking around in sweet red blood and gore
Satan pleased with this finely sacrificed goat
Now dark and twisted, soul demands even more.

Lurking in a long dark alley in this small town
Obeying murderous, mad urges torturing me
Waiting to seize and bring another girl down
This darkness not resting, my soul's evil sea!

There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.



**** For contest, Dark and Twisted
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Any poem ending in a great twist,
Any poem with dark imagery

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lost And Never Found

Such sudden blackness, as if an overnight pall
Delivered by dark powers that dwell in hell.
An odorous smell, coming down a long, evil hall
fear and loathing and misery, I could tell.

Descended and engulf me into its spiritual fold
An invisible mist, sticky and rotting ripe!
Unspoken curses complete with the power to scold
Splashing blood rich colors in every stripe!

A futility born, no solace from deep desolation
Vaporous wisps, stinging on into my heart.
World now gone, alone in my cutting isolation
This is where my evil insanity had to start.

No rescue came, the darkness rapidly ate away.
No morn ever broke out, into the light of day!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-29-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Monster Returns To Feed


Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.

What promise does this new day dare to bring
perhaps more of the yesterday's ache.
I feel that tug, of my nose by the sad ring
yet so many live lives that are fake!

What succubus has bled my spirit's joy away
perhaps that shadow that haunts me.
I that swore- no power over me can hold sway
now live in this eternally dark sea!

So hellish are nights this wickedness appears
as blackened timbers shake the walls.
No escaping, it thrives heartedly on my fears
as it moans out those evil siren calls!

I feel that sucking noise as blood is bled
a slight sting and then the pain.
She floats over me leeching from my head
as this feasting drives me insane!

A mocking laugh as she promises to return
to drink blood and give more hurts.
Knowing my addiction will not let me spurn
her sexy, hot naked body as she flirts!

Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2015

Note- A Halloween poem, because this month
evil invades light to dance..

1. Definitions of sodden (ed):

adjective: wet through and through; thoroughly wet
Example: "The speaker's sodden collar"


2. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural
entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend)
that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman
in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
The male counterpart is the incubus.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Unknown Beloved

One there is who speaketh to me
Whose language I may not know,
And yet the sweet words of her gravity
Haunt me wherever I go;
And the wounding words she uttereth, in tears
Of infinite pity and grace,
Are unto me companions through the years
I may not see her face.
She is the wandering spirit that eludes
My waking sense,
The joy, the mystery, the soul that broods
In all that passeth hence;
Near as my heart is she, deep in the night
As unto her I yearn,
Yet further than the furthest worlds of light
That in lost regions burn.

R.J. Lindley
April 20th, 1975


Note- Another poem from my private journal.
How I long to return to those years and write
4 or 5 inspired hours every night!
SADLY MOST OF THAT DECADES WORK BURNED.

[LongTermGuy]

The Unknown Beloved

One there is who speaketh to me
Whose language I may not know,
And yet the sweet words of her gravity
Haunt me wherever I go;
And the wounding words she uttereth, in tears
Of infinite pity and grace,
Are unto me companions through the years
I may not see her face.
She is the wandering spirit that eludes
My waking sense,
The joy, the mystery, the soul that broods
In all that passeth hence;
Near as my heart is she, deep in the night
As unto her I yearn,
Yet further than the furthest worlds of light
That in lost regions burn.

R.J. Lindley
April 20th, 1975


Note- Another poem from my private journal.
How I long to return to those years and write
4 or 5 inspired hours every night!
SADLY MOST OF THAT DECADES WORK BURNED.

Nice Tyr...I like this one....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lessons of Life

Behold! Across the great Unknown
I cry to him who made me
And out of utter silence
Come the wonderment of each dawn.

A flower waving in the wind
Can fill the chambers of they soul
With a rare music, stir the mind
With imitations that extol
To during glory transient things,
And this is why the poet sings.

Robert J. Lindley

11-04-2015

Note- This is what I'd say to that younger me.

What Would You Say - Poetry Contest, Alex Y.

Alas, missed entry by mere moments . Well, should have wrote faster. lol