Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise
Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging.

I played the safe notes in my lone retreat
Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul.
Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat,
With that coward's safety as my main goal!

That fear was always darkness in disguise
My life was safe in it being so wild.
Living just one lousy day the grand prize
Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child!

Pray tell? Why show this discovery now?
Fear now defeated but I know not how.

Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016


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NOTE: Sonnet on why I was so damn wild as a
young man and wanting the world to kill me.
I fought it every damn day, fought people too.
Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young. You will grow old and face that reality as well..
Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last long blow!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

God And Nature Are Foundations In Each Soul
( Sestina Sonnet) (Number 5)


God and Nature give me such sweet release,
as both seep quite deeply into my soul.
Joined in this melding we race on carefree
and we in our wisdom dance two by two.

My life now consists of love of we two,
holding the joys in being so carefree.
Days and nights bring on our hottest release,
together build stronger each longing soul.

Nature and God live in a seeking soul,
creating scenarios for release.
Bathed in true light, they create sets of two,
with beloved brought pairs that are carefree.

God and Nature are foundations in each soul.
Man's quest should be to find divine release.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2016

Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge
Sonnet Form number 5- Sestina Sonnet, non-rhyming
Rhyme pattern, A.B.C.D D.C.A.B B.A.D.C CB DA


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon


He saw in himself, door into the dark.
An empty house with wicked black windows.
Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark,
lightning caged there for use by brave heroes.

Death, that odd illusion he did deny,
why give it power and leeway too soon?
Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie,
angry shots at the bright howling new moon.

Had he traveled on after others died?
Invincible to the pain of death's bite,
immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied.
Blind in misery, never wanting sight!

He saw himself, a man with no real home.
A shadow destined this bleak world to roam.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release

Darkness, the wicked devil so well uses
Farewell to the muse, she went on vacation
She walks in beauty, yet her love abuses
So we'll go no more a-roving, in elation

The destruction of Sennacherib, gone
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Thy days are done, bleached as whitest bone
When we two parted, I lost my damn head

Where the bee sucks, time renews in sweet birth
Who is it that says most, which can say more
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Now the hungry lion roars for release!

Maragu Mo and Robert J. Lindley
4-01-2016
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A Marugu Mo blog poem, added to by Robert J. Lindley

Marugu MO's Blog
BYRONS TITLES- ALMOST LIKE A POEM
Blog Posted:3/31/2016 1:45:00 AM
Lord Byron wrote the following poems, The titles almost read like a poem:
(And I dont think his muse was Sennacherib )

Darkness,

Farewell to the muse

She walks in beauty,

So we'll go no more a-roving,

The destruction of Sennacherib,

Thou whose spell can raise the dead,

Thy days are done,

When we two parted


1. Darkness,
2. Farewell to the muse
3. She walks in beauty,
4. So we'll go no more a-roving,
5. The destruction of Sennacherib,
6. Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
7. Thy days are done,
8. When we two parted
From Shakespeare's Titles- My ending 6 verses...
1. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
2. Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
3. Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor
4. Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
5. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
6. Now The Hungry Lion Roars

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Daughters Of Men, Fly Through Clouded Skies

Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies
inducing rapture in the few that see.
So many find and stubbornly deny,
awesome beauty of the flowering trees.

Looking into a fog, they see with shades
mere glimpses of angels that sail in air.
Cutting the roaming wind, they flash steel blades
in abject blindness without a damn care.

Daughters of men, fly through clouded skies
ever looking back at hot racing fools.
Mortal wealth sits and rots, never love buys
such gleaming luster fades from false jewels.

From fast flowing darkness life spins on out,
echoes of pitiful and useless shouts.

R.J. Lindley,
May 2nd, 1982


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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within A Valley Dream

In Spring, far below snowy mountain peak
sun shines bright gifting more abundant life
As massive forest green begins to speak
soon forgotten, is bleak-cold winter strife

Fertile valley blossoms as a Spring child
clear streams flowing filled with colorful fish
Glorious days, tramping into this wild
living within a dream's paradise wish

New crops emerge from blessed valley soil
Nature's castle covers this special place
Reaping reward from new life and hard toil
smiles beaming forth from every happy face

Find such and let your high spirit there fly
Brief is that hour, long is the by and by


R.J. Lindley
April 12th, 1973


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