Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Soft Wind Grace Shadows Dancing

Shadows- dancing dark mists gliding on by
Lovers in glowing moonlight breezy tryst
Held in love's romance caring but not shy
Mysteries soon solved if they persist.

Moonlight casts shadows so epic and fleet
With loving thrills racing within the scores
Shadows- dance on never daring to eat
Yet leap about enjoying nights outdoors.

Night's serenade- shadow's beauty flying
On sandy beaches gracing foreign shores
Love and life dear, can be no denying
Nature's night, its melody sweetly pours.

And if windy gusts reward with cool air
romantic scene gifts shadows holding more
She of his heart- glowing with raven hair
Yields to softer pleas which he may implore.

Never desired, loss of night's images fair
Lovely couple embraced shadows renewed
Each kiss offers up a dancing prayer
Shadows finding- true love we must conclude.

11-01-2015

Shadows at Night - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
End Rhyming poems only
new poems please
no names
date your poem

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Lost Love And Dear Time Flies

My love, wondrous mysteries of words unsaid
Heart echoes of our afternoon trysts
Soft memories of your majestic, silkened bed
Bursts from heated love's glowing mists
Not a dream- kisses that made my heart cry out
Tasting all of your sweet delights;
Promises of moonlight and another midnight bout
You showing me all those private sights.

Last morn at our private hillside cabin retreat
You danced on that huge backyard porch
Gracefully naked from pretty head to dainty feet
Beauty firing up my loving and eager torch.

Such times, remind me that my life has been good
And an angel graced my fast, racing skies
With greatest regret I now mourn what I should
O' my , how lost love and dear time so flies!

R.J. Lindley
April 23rd,1993

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Darkest Grain,Weakens The Wood

Retelling the story of lost loves in life
recovery from such saddened tales.
Thoughts of why,what if she were my wife
and memories of a leaving hell.

Winds that have driven cold hard rain
wrecking havoc upon paradise.
Fire arrows burning in that tragic brain
where love did not suffice!

And hearts torn like useless paper plates
nightly anger - no provocation.
No mercy from culminations of the hates
deep pain- never any salvation!

Dark realms, red and bloodied in intensity
past fantasies that hold deep the good.
Yet anger waiting in BOLD, epic propensity.
where darkest grain,weakens the wood!

R.J. Lindley
Sept. 10th, 1978

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Reward

Thou shalt lean thy little hand upon a tree
Mighty and aged; thy most lovely robe
Shall gently press the soft and silent earth;
The evening clouds shall float in the dark pool
Before thy beauty with a dreamy light.
None shall be with thee; none shall break the spell
That draws together the entwining splendor
Of branches black as a deep mountain cave,
Where rests- the soft moaning breeze
Of silvery curving sea and winding bays
Where sand and wavelets kiss, of twilight shadows
That deeper grow about thy loveliness.
For this is thy rich hour, this thy reward
When mindless things in the all-folding Mind
Become the glad companions of they heart
In its deep quest beyond the tide of sorrow.

R.J. Lindley
Jan.18th 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Ascent And The Arrival

I,
Who am of the ancient tribes of trees,
Climb slowly.
Aeons unguessed, ere I shall see the crest
Of the blue towers, love's high citadel
Hath reared, unutterably beautiful,
Unutterably holy.

With eternal harmony- Time peregrinates
Where inaudible - Gasps
Find Elysian fields.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2015


Note-
1. Aeons
e·on
ˈēən,ˈēˌän/
noun
plural noun: aeons
an indefinite and very long period of
time, often a period exaggerated for
humorous or rhetorical effect.
"he reached the crag eons before I
arrived"

2. peregrinates
per·e·gri·nate
ˈperəɡrəˌnāt/
verbarchaichumorous
3rd person present: peregrinates
travel or wander around from place to place.

3. Elysian
General use[edit]
Elysium (or the Elysian Fields), in Greek
mythology, the final resting places of the
souls of the heroic and the virtuous.
It was ruled by Cronus.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nature's Lament

Alas! Was once greatest echo of time,
When all the days were bold;
Sky and storm cried out with ferocity
And its heart newborn was old.

Bound by chains and its beauty denied,
Earth ripped deep in savage glee,
And wickedness its glory, as it lied
A Titan knocked upon its heels.

Never more! Resting in its realm pure
Nature's fate never told;
The time of mortal man's rise,
Or at what cheap price it was sold.

Seasons racing into everlasting joy,
When its age was newborn;
Now darkness invades its golden realm
Its pure heart forever torn!

LO! I am Nature, my spirit daily cries.
And hidden cuts can be seen in my skies!

Robert J. Lindley

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Songs Of Power

(Lost As Blackness Invades)

Where the agony invades life seems in blurs,
And the long nights eat the fruited trees,
And later, night dreams stalk barking curs
Where blue-red tides overcome futile pleas.

Across infinite space--thoughts dreaded
And blood-lust seeking new infesting homes,
Deeper into darkness the Soul is headed
against its will- the mind wickedly roams.

Bright roses once bloomed in this castle dark,
Violets arose to soon die in vanished splendor
Where shadow raced to eat resting meadowlark,
Bound and chained heart goes with its sender.

Sorrow alights- in its ebony spreading cloak,
as storms slash across the turbulent seas,
Speared in the chest and rotting shaft broke
cried for and nothing found to appease.

No relief! Falling stars batter forsaken mind,
fiery reds cover vanishing jungles greens
Life in its mysteries, finds room to be unkind
as purple hearts- grace such melancholy scenes!

Death of innocence, once dark strain all too real
jungles evergreen, turn to exploding reds,
Where death invades innocent sleeping heads,
war, its eternal darkness, with indescribable pains.

While man thus cursed, seeks illusionary gains!
Darkness cast forth from Souls that can not feel!
11-08-2015

For contest- Songs Of Power
Song chosen-
Paint It Black - Rolling Stones:

Not a song but rather a new poem from an old sadness.


Cut from original due to contest length requirements set.

Death of innocence, once dark strain all too real
jungles evergreen, turn to exploding reds,
Where death invades innocent sleeping heads,
war, its eternal darkness, with indescribable pains.

While man thus cursed, seeks illusionary gains!
Darkness cast forth from Souls that can not feel!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

At An Ancient Warrior's Grave

Grave deeply, as storm-gods clamor round:
Here lieth a mortal whom the thundering sound
Of heroes maddened, one whose heart took fire
At their slow march about the headland pyre,
Chanting their sorrow in the noblest tongue
Earth ever knew, one who had once been among
The sailors in the living ships of old,
Tugged at the oars with them, and felt the cold
Of wintry night-seas heaving over the prow
In the shadows of the moon; and now
He hath no fear of any death,
For he hath seen men pitifully die
A thousand ways, and patiently awaiteth
What ever draweth nigh.

R.J. Lindley
July 23rd, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Quiet She Rests, Now Forever Lost

Through her soft heart passes
The love that sent the seasons to our service
Lighted the day with joy, the night with wonder,
And leads through the mystic door of death
To happiness beyond mortality.
Among the wind-strewn blossom
She knelt, that sunrise hour,
With happy brow and bosom
Wreathed in a snowy shower.
Her soul, so calm, so brave,
Still keeps trysts she haunted;
Deep rest is hers for all the rest she granted;
She sleepeth in her quiet woodland grave.

Robert J. Lindley
Feb. 11th 1984

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Unknown Singer, Set My Heart Alight
(One Winter's Night)

It was a beautiful poem I found
One winter's night,
So beautiful that it suddenly set
My heart alight.
And I closed the book, and went out
Into cold falling, there and then,
And wandered hour on hour
Through dreaming men.

Never aware of the terrible cold,
Or winter snow melting on my hands
Nor images of Thor's ice giants of old
Casting winter's wrath from their lands.

I have never opened that book again,
Nor will;
The poem is gone and forgotten,
But through me still
There flows the laughter of immortal joy
I heard one night,
When the Unknown Singer
Set my heart alight.

Robert J. Lindley, 11/11-2015
Broken Wings--
Write Me A Winter Poem - Poetry Contest

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sad Past That Haunts These Halls


Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed majestically- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.

And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?

Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
In that vastness keeping souls far apart
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
They that know of the past in its glory

Some few kneeling in their sadness to pray-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!

Robert J. Lindley 11-12-2015


Syllables Per Line:
10 12 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 109

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Earth, Its Ancient Wonders And Mysteries

After the storm, miracles so 'oft grow
gifting healing that mankind finds so strange.
We foolishly think every thing we know
is written in solid stone, can not change.

That deluge that washed up the distant past
snaps cuts into our rigid, raging minds.
Living in this world blind, racing too fast
looking for treasure within all our finds.

After floods, treasure often comes forth
with shock and majesty we are in awe.
Very frigid the whipping winds from the North
Nature's gems so shiningly come to call.

Wherein, earth holds wonders and mysteries.
shimmering gold rests in its histories!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2015

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Filling The Sails And Not Asking The Why

Alas! I have found raging seas my home
Set into sail, amidst the longest wails
Deep into turbulent splashing sea foam
Stalwart , desperate clinging to the rails.

Far and away rest family and shore
Winded sails,seeking chiming landing bells
And love this beautiful life all the more
Daring adventure and sailor's tales.

Every new journey an enchanting trip
Across heaven and the vast wind-blown seas
Never to jump and dare abandon ship
Even if found are golden treasure Keys.

While floating underneath, Heaven and Sky
Filling the sails and not asking the why.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2015


Poem Syllable Counter Results

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: 94

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow

Yesteryear her heart slept upon my pillow,
there warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Her life gone now, cut the weeping willow
shred the shadows dancing in my dismay.

Those magnificent nights we shared our all
drank in love, life and sweetest wine.
Holding on to her precious memories I recall
feasts upon which I again want to dine.

Forever faithful in our true love's passion,
eager for each new dawn's wondrous day.
Her touch and style never out of fashion,
I dare to plead for again whenever I pray.

There warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Two hearts melted together each new day.

R.J. Lindley
June 11th 1976

NOTE--
Life and Time destroyed the beauty of that rose,
a flower plucked from its heavenly spot.
Sad, a living death that in addiction she chose
and all our life and future she then forgot.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.

And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.

R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975