A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Drowned in Passionate Depths Of Our Deep Love

So much I wanted to say but could not
speak of moments dancing in pouring rains.
You gave more love than I had ever got
now you gone, it matches depth in great pains!

I know now, your desire in flying free
from your memory I now wish it too.
I, proud ship master, you the storming sea
when enraged together, what fierce winds blew!

In my sinking, your waves played their sad part
I saw storm come but sailed in with my pride.
Your hidden rocks broke me, tore me apart
NOW MY WEEPING SOUL RESTS BELOW HIGH TIDES!

You hold me, embraced in watery grasp
why no longer, are our loving hands clasp?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2017
Sonnet

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 115
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Started today and finished today..

A bit slow this morn on my writings(!!!), after having kept my grandchildren last night, until mom and dad picked them up at midnight.
Caleb age nine, Ty the walking, gibberish talking baby, and my son Justin, wore this old man out.
In just a bit over eight hours, I had one moment of respite. I raced to the bathroom for sweet relief and had not even
finished urinating when there came knocking on the door, Ty crying.
He had thrown a hard plastic ball against the wall, it bounced back and hit him in the face.
Nothing serious, but man it scared me- that kid can really wail!
Midnight, daughter shows up to retrieve the kids, asks -how did it go?
I being the usual me-said..
Fine baby, just fine-- bring em over anytime! -
I can and will still do crazy, self-destructive things it seems.----Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age


Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.

To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!

Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper

If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

True To Heart, An Old Poet's Solemn Vow

If I should but write somber thoughts in old age
Why not? Not much depth writing in newest rage.
If my many poetry books teach to see
they in sweet truth set my old, yearning heart free!

Twas' clear winter, cold stars upon my head shone
I felt chilling fists of cold, right down the bone.
Lead weights attached so firmly to rigid feet
Tasty word soups in puddles, no spoon to eat!

Halt! Cried the ever vigilant guard above
you must not stray off path, for we govern love.
In poetic words screamed, "hell no, not from me"
I walk well lit path, knowing I am free!

Then bold shot fired, burst old poet's aching heart
Stand on true principle, life one may depart!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
Sonnet form- Lin 11/11

Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 125

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope

That night flew roaring Wind- a mighty gale
over hill and dale through windows left up
Had I then known its fruits, I'd have turned pale
for its destruction was a bitter cup!
Yet I, pen in busy hand onward wrote
verses quite dear, to my romantic love
Thus in writing fever, I took no note
of great black wrath descending from above!

Alas! How could I, her sad Fate have known
how dark winds, her dearest life with Fate sealed
Foul and wicked Wind's evil had thus blown
tragic death, no prayer could have repealed!
Her home blown into badly broken heaps
her fragile body under massive weight
My soul cried out, in greatest depths sad weeps
for evil often works with Hand Of Fate!

Then destroyed, my once so happy belief
in love's magic and promised paradise
From his darkened world, I found no relief
just enough bread and water to suffice!
Once thinking of death by gun or short rope
in love-lost grief, life nothing came around
Then I recalled, hope, her last name was Hope
in that word, my recovery was found!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-18-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 186

Note- A sad one , because life with its joys , often brings in tragic and sad events..
We that survive such must learn to live with it and always have hope in future happiness and love of family...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink


After reading poems, I get started
I write as of old, on paper in ink.
Hours pass, before pen and I are parted
olden ways used, give greater depths to think!

After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks
on things that just may give, some sweet relief.
Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks
scribe true and often, is my firm belief.

After writing poems, soul finds comfort
in strangest way, very hard to describe.
Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort
gift is in your reading, no need to bribe!

New poems read, both happy and some sad
caused this poem, be it good or it bad.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Heard Quiet In Its Soft-Whispered Approach

Poor old weathered James, his farm all he knew
Fine crop this year, hoping for no more bad.
Spring rains came and welcoming soft winds blew
Yet somehow he had found lonely and sad.

Through back door, he saw glowing red sunset
Heard quiet in its soft-whispered approach.
In his wild youth, farm was won on a bet
In old age, he heard wolves howl to encroach!

That night he vowed to sell that cursed place
Move away to live among city throngs.
Thinking, why had he blindly ran this race
In anguish he asked, mercy for his wrongs!

Dawn's bright rays soon upon his head did blast.
He rose smiling, past woes left in the past!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-20-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 117

Note- Dawn brings a new day. Optimism in a brighter future arriving, has saved many a man..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted


In What Color Was Freedom's Cloak Painted


In what color was freedom's cloak painted?
Perhaps white to symbolize its great good?
Bright color for those not weak-heart fainted?
Nay, better to show man's heart as it should!

Gold to show freedom's true and greatest wealth?
To toast man's human soul and its good health?
Nay, best to love life before being dead.
And thus it must be bright, glowing blood-red!

With firm sharp sword and battle hardened shield
Prove freedom promises to never yield.
Deep rose-red, with strong sword of finest steel
Honoring those that fought at Bunker Hill.

Red handled hilt, with sword blade so inscribed.
Freedom we are brothers, can not be bribed!

Sonnet
January 21, 2017
Robert J. Lindley

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

For Julia's contest, The Swords Speak - Poetry Contest

Note from Sponsor:
(Make sure your poem is about the quote per se, not about swords.)

Contest Description

Back in the eighteenth century, the swords of the Polish Legion Supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase, translated as

"Free people are brothers"



What to Submit?

Please think about the quote and compose a poem about it, not restricting yourself to any particular period in history or the present time unless you wish to.

Any form is acceptable except "I do not know", which isn't a form, anyway.

Prizes

First - Tenth Prize - Glory

My example is "Free People", dated 1/10/2017.

Preparing Your Entry

Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.

English Language

Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible, unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.

A Note to Poetry Contestants

You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Stone-People, Hearts As Cold As Frozen Stones


Stone-people, hard dried in their vanity
all around they lay- with their dead talking
Delight in mere tinges of sanity
closing rock-hard blind eyes when they slow-squawk!

Stone-people, every realm's black pot has some
miserable places have too many
Sad faces, they are not too slow or dumb
yet life would be better without any!

We may wonder why they are so stone-dry
dry is fine if served with slice of great wit
Yet in their solemn realms no smile may fly
and happiness, they will have none of it!

Stone-people have one solitary use
To act as tormentors and heap abuse!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 102

Note- Stone-people, is short term used for, cold stone-hearted people.

Stone-hearted people, always ready with a negative comment, to rain on any person's parade. Some are even vile and vicious in that dark dedication to abusing others. The more innocent the victim is, the more they delight in tormenting.
Especially when adults are verbally abusing young children, even some teachers do such things. Such was the case many decades ago when my best friend's sister suffered such abuse at school.
She told nobody about it (until she was an adult), thus the evil vermin got away with it the entire school year.
At least three or four days a week she would get on the school bus with tears in her eyes.
I saw her decades after it had happened , talked to her and thought of this evil she had endured in silence, as her brother had only told me about, after they both were adults and in college.
She passed away back in the late 80's, but her memory remains with me to this day.
This morn, I read a poem on child abuse and sat down to compose this immediately afterwards, thinking of her and how innocent she was at that time!
Yes, such monsters truly exist, as her tormentor surely was one such wicked beast!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

edit......

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wide Eyes Absorbing That Magical Scene


Upon night's clear sky, moon glowing its best
Soft breeze, swirling gently in silent tune
That gleaming star shining high in the West
Companion for Heaven's striking big moon

Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
With its proof we are souls wanting to fly
Earthen ground reflecting brightest moon-sheen
Tears born of pure joy, not a sad, sad cry

As dawn comes to wipe, to gift us new views
We may feel pains of sorrow losing this
Should we not celebrate having the two
For surely either lost, we'd dearly miss!

Should mankind ponder why such great, bright gifts
Tis Heaven's view to earth, that so uplifts


by Robert J. Lindley
1-23-2017
Sonnet-10

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note-
This sonnet was written this morn, as I watched dawn approach this happy family home, hidden away in these magnificent hills!
Earth, Sky and Heaven sent moon's gleaming views away to birth early dawn's great gifts to mankind!--Tyr

Edited to add note..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sweet Romance Is In Truth A Healing Balm

Within sweet dreams where dreamy gifts abound,
And all seems calmer, fresher and so new,
There heart's desires can easily be found
In peaceful sleep, such are beautiful views

If wanting a much better, longer life,
Know living right, is truest golden path,
This dark world will always give its dark strife
Key is to not reply with evil wrath

Live not in shadows of sad former hate,
Instead live life, looking for rain to dance,
Hopeful truth is, it is never too late
For life's woes can be healed by sweet romance

Let your dreamy desires seek, truer love
Live without the dark strain, of push and shove

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2017
Sonnet 10
(Hope, Life, Romance)


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110


NOTE- WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST, MAY EVEN ENTER IT.. --TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fate Delivers Its Promised Bitter Cup

He sat shackled, days and nights now a daze,
Doom and gloom, now spoke in whispered tones.
Once dashing, ladies in a swooning craze
Each day he became more a wasted bone

Upon heaving chest, gasps of his sorrows,
Sparse food and water with no needed rest.
His weeping soul prayed for no tomorrows
Despair, he had failed battle's greatest test.

Sword and armor now ancient broken heap,
He questioned why, last huge battle was lost.
Not thinking, as you sow, so shall you reap
Each death plea, heart knew its punishing cost.

Prison bars, filtered in freedom's light,
Fleeting rays, spoke of sacrifice and pain.
Worse, sad and quiet loneliness each night
And knowing he could not remove that stain.

Having heard his battle-horse had been killed,
His tears flowed as if for a long lost friend.
By very best they were trained and were skilled
He passionately prayed for that same end!

Dawn came, his prayer answered that sad morn
Marched to a massive tree and there tied up.
His mind spoke, for this sad Fate, you were born
Rejoice, bravery gifts this bitter cup!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2017

Note- Written this morn, after reading the great poem, (The Captive), 1840,
composed by the great Russian poet, Mikhail Lermontov...

Source:
http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...ontov_ind.html

In sincerest hopes that this tribute poem, may have done that gem some justice....

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 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 187

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I got a bit carried away and went far past writing a fourteen verse sonnet...
As I thought, his magnificent poem deserved more verses in tribute!--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Today I wrote a free verse poem.A poetry form that I rarely used, since my truest love in poetry is rhyme.
Yet, I have come to appreciate this form for the greater freedom and ease to write in non-stop flow (as I did with this piece), it offers any poet.


Loss Of Youthful, Sweet Romantic Longings


In lingering mists of time.
I lived within a gleaming dream.
But all was not to remain so fine,
For darkness overcame night-sun's gleaming gleam-
Dream vanished.
And fleeting shadows ran to try to catch,
Sweet, sweet, love again,
Union of seeking souls,
Between reality and dreamed for passion-
Blue skies, gifting golden nights.
If only,
If only,
O' if only,
Original dream would return!
Return to again bless,
To again touch,
To again unite,
Saddened spirit with lost gleaming dream!
Saddened soul with gentle touch
Saddened heart with mists of love's eternal desires!

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 26-2017

Free verse( Lost, Youthful Romantic Longings)

Note -Inspired by a recent dream..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Balu]

Today I wrote a free verse poem.A poetry form that I rarely used, since my truest love in poetry is rhyme.
Yet, I have come to appreciate this form for the greater freedom and ease to write in non-stop flow (as I did with this piece), it offers any poet.


Loss Of Youthful, Sweet Romantic Longings


In lingering mists of time.
I lived within a gleaming dream.
But all was not to remain so fine,
For darkness overcame night-sun's gleaming gleam-
Dream vanished.
And fleeting shadows ran to try to catch,
Sweet, sweet, love again,
Union of seeking souls,
Between reality and dreamed for passion-
Blue skies, gifting golden nights.
If only,
If only,
O' if only,
Original dream would return!
Return to again bless,
To again touch,
To again unite,
Saddened spirit with lost gleaming dream!
Saddened soul with gentle touch
Saddened heart with mists of love's eternal desires!

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 26-2017

Free verse( Lost, Youthful Romantic Longings)

Note -Inspired by a recent dream..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Robert,
This is fantastic!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Withheld And Released, Love's Greatest Treasures

I- (The Start)

Behold
Resplendent vigor,

Dancing upon rainbows
Drinking sweet red wine

Hold her in sweet embrace,
whisper, darling you look so fine

Await that moment you know will come
That softest kiss, sent to find just you

A memory gifted as a very great treasure
Painting etched into clear mind's eagle eye

Remind yourself she is treasured gift
Promise never to say goodbye

Hold that blessed moment
Snapshot in time

Resplendent vigor,
Released.

II (The Answer)

Release
Love's power,

Bliss so profound
Like cool Spring shower

True love's heart and journey,
Promising an eternity in your arms

No treasure can this blessing ever compare
Fantastic depths of love, two lovers may share.

Life rewarded true love's, heart and faithful soul
With hope, joy and deep romantic splendor

Paradise found within each heart's embrace
Jubilant kisses, so softly planted

Mornings, face to face
In love's embrace

United two
Joined.


Robert J. Lindley, 08-14 -2015 (Part I)
Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2017 (Part II)

Note: Part I
Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8
Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1

Note: Part II
Verses word count, Ascending order 1,2,3,4,5 6,7,8
Descending order- 8,7,6,5,4,3, 2,1


Note:
Not sure of the form (maybe new?), a poet showed me this with her fine poem.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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Dedicated to poetess, Sassylady, with my sincere thanks given to her, for first showing me this poetry form.
I had great fun writing this one this fine morn..
I read the first part written by me in 2015 and decided it needed a second part.
This is the finished poem.
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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Baby, Baby, Lets Slow Dance In The Rain

Smiling she said, baby lets dance tonight
Baby, baby, lets dance on past midnight
Lets dance as before, you hold me so tight
Baby, lets bring our dreams back into sight

Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain
Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again

Then, she got his ten million dollar smile
She had so dearly missed it for awhile
That night, her wish happily sprang to life
That eternally she would be his wife

Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain
Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again

Smiling she said, tomorrow just one more
Passionate kiss, darling I do implore
And a bit tighter if you do not mind
Darling, we are best, we will ever find

Baby, baby, lets slow dance in the rain
Baby, baby, lets slow dance once again

Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 137

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Note- I placed this as Romanticism, yet perhaps better would have been identified- as in lyric form..Tyr