My new poems written for the Creative Writing Forum.

[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.



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[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]

The Dark Mist Invades

And that mist wrapped the highest hill
Where soft grass feed the deer
Tis' Spring morn, still has is waking chill
Where cool breeze strays clear.

A gentle stream slowing trickles on down
Where its many curves wind about
Far away, rests people in a sleepy town
Where often danger flies on out.

And deep within the mighty oak grove below
Where critters dance and play
Nature's way so often takes its heavy toll
Where life or death exist each day.

What of the beauty of grass shining dew
Where often a black bear trods
And man's stupidity, now there are so few
Where death within sleep nods.

What of the coming stains of bitter pills
Where Nature's beauty cast aside
All sacrificed for so many foolish thrills
Where vainly his soul can hide.

Dark mist invades his bloodied putrid heart
Where ignorance eats and invades
This the evil embraces in its ravaging start
Where dishonor dances in parades.

And that mist wrapped the highest hill
Where soft grass feed the deer
Tis' Spring morn, still has is waking chill
Where cool breeze strays clear.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-07-2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love Recast, Forever Vanishes

With you gone, the orange sun sets just to die
don't ask me silly questions why
Is it not enough that I bled for your touch?
never asking for joy too much!
That I once sat silently watching you sleeping
each and every heartbeat reassuring me that you live!
Your love secrets I gathered into my safe keeping,
giving you all I ever had to give!

With you gone the earth sits barren and crying,
a cry so very dark and shrill
Dark clouds descend- Announcing our love dying,
as fate hurries to hand me the bill
Surely you know I'll never dare to pay,
for sadness, heartache and misery so very deep
You sent- nothing left to say,
then walked away knowing my spirit would weep!

A new day has now arrived to gently recast
to another, the love you promised to forever last.

Robert L. 09- 21- 1999

Still have my small journal , so I resurrected this one..
hope it pleases ....

[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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Gagon, And That Fateful Day

In ancient days- he walked with Titans of old
Sent back from Valhalla's majestic Halls.
Strong in brave heart, his spirit so bold
Awaiting his glorious destiny and heroic calls.

Gagon, dragon-slayer of heroic deed and fame
Tales written in stone of his battles glories.
Now forgotten, all but his heroic name
Yet seers remain to speak proudly his stories.

In that dark realm- where good had been slain
He walked the land slaying every foul beast.
Darkness soon found his battles a great pain
Summoned the Destroyer from the wicked East.

On a bright summer day, in the valley of Po
Gagon chose a rocky hill to make his stand.
From castle above, eagerly watching his show
Prisoners of the darkness in that sad land.

Boldly racing on, Destroyer called out his name
With the weapons famous for that greatest feat.
A challenge to death battle, to end this game
Promising Gagon's defeated soul he would eat.

And as other mighty men of great renown
in infinite wisdom had they chosen so well.
Gagon had chosen the best, the higher ground
To send the mighty Destroyer back to hell.

In a great mighty clash they fought head on
At first, neither could do any serious harm.
Yet in a flash Destroyer was cut to the bone
And lost any use of its legendary right arm.

Fate in its wisdom dealt a very great blow
one Gagon knew would give victory very soon.
Destroyer's great weakness was soon to show
Gagon inspired, capitalized on that great boon.

With a flash his blade, severed the other arm
And Destroyer screamed out in wicked pain.
Gone was its protection and evil granted charm
Soon to be , blotted from earth this dark stain.

As Gagon cut off its hideous three horned head
Angels fell down quickly from Heaven above.
Singing, "Praise Gagon - the beast is now dead"
And this land shall again see God's great love!

In ancient days- he walked with Titans of old
Sent back from Valhalla's majestic Halls.
Strong in brave heart, his spirit so very bold
Awaiting his glorious destiny and heroic calls.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-1999

Note- Epic written for my twelve year old daughter to present at school,
in a writing assignment. She then -- wrote her appraisal of the epic as told.
I wrote the Epic-in modern form, --she then wrote the appraisal and did a good job on it.....
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Newest edit-- Final version

Gagon's Greatest Battle, A Victory Gained
(Epic) (Narrative)

In ancient days- he walked with Titans of old
Sent back from Valhalla's aged majestic Halls.
Strong in his brave heart, his spirit so very bold
Waiting glorious destiny's heroic calls.

Gagon, beast-slayer of heroic deed and fame
Tales written in stone of his battles glories.
Now long forgotten, all but his heroic name
Yet seers remain to speak proudly of his stories.

Within darkest realm- where goodness had to be slain
He walked outer land slaying every foul beast.
Darkness soon found his battles searing in great pain
Summoned the Destroyer from the wicked Far East.

On a bright summer day, in the valley of Po
Gagon chose a rocky hill to make his last stand.
From castle above, eagerly watching his show
Prisoners of bitter darkness in that sad land.

In a great mighty clash fiercely they fought head on
At first, neither could do any serious harm.
Yet in a flash Destroyer was cut to the bone
And lost the use of its legendary right arm.

Fate's infinite wisdom dealt a very great blow
one Gagon knew would give victory very soon.
Destroyer's greatest weakness was so soon to show
Gagon inspired, capitalized on that great boon.

With swiftest flash his blade, severed the other arm
And mighty Destroyer screamed out in wicked pain.
Removed was its protection and its evil charm
Soon to be , blotted from earth this darkest of stain.

As Gagon cut off its hideous three horned head
Angels fell down quickly from Heaven far above.
Singing, "Praise Gagon - the wicked beast is now dead"
Yet again this land shall again see Odin's great love!

In ancient days- he walked with Titans of old
Sent back from Valhalla's aged majestic Halls.
Strong in his brave heart, his spirit so very bold
Waiting glorious destiny's heroic calls.

Robert Lindley, 12-03-2015

Note- Epic, Referencing Viking mythology and Odin's half-human son
Gagon.


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Poet Speaks From A Pure Heart

Like a thunderbolt hit, it came to me:-
" Writing heart's sentiments asking no praise."
Live and write with a pure mind that is free
silently watch the anger it shall raise!

A pungent odor invades this dark room
false flattery reeking of epic gloom
Give me truth that speaks of fantastic life
although such may bring miserable strife!

Give me words singing of earthy delight
even wicked curses that cause a fight
Never yield to vanity's jealous curse
to not admit quality is far worse!

Like a shot, louder sound awakened me:-
" Dare the sweeter truth for all to then see."
Stand proud daring silly critics to taunt
leave empty castles to foolishly haunt!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2015

Note: This poem is dedicated to my very good friend Peter Duggan.
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