A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Your Darkness Punishes But Does Not Win

Ravaging of Time- its sharp savage blades
Often minor cuts, blood spilled with no thought.
Hidden pains of lone, dark nights, midnight raids
From which no saving reprieve can be bought.
Clinging to that last old withering branch
With endurance built in bravest of souls.
Life holding out for its sad and last chance
Soon to embrace night, black as unburnt coals.

Death, thee hast come to do Time's last commands
With thy blades its servant, wicked with glee.
No power on earth, sends thee reprimands
As no power can drain Time's endless sea!

When innocent souls meet thy merciless blades
Mere mortals ponder, life's foolish escapades!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 107

Note: Time and Death, twins that work to bring darkness, defeated only by the saving Light of a Divine Doorway, when opened.


Today, it took me almost three hours to write this short poem, something a few weeks ago I would have written in about 10 to 15 minutes.
I guess slow going is better than not ever going..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
(The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

On this day, life should see past this looming black-storms
find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I can not present a poem authored by me today...
I have not even written my wife's love-poem a day , every day, (first time missing , in 12 years of our marriage), in over a week.

I can and will present other's poetry until, I feel to be able to write again, especially my friend and fine poet , Sassy's poems.
Writing yesterday morn, exhausted me... I almost could not finish the poem...
I have not suffered this deeply since my father's death back in 1969.
Appears that knowing it was coming did nothing to lessen the pain, anguish and blues.
Being a bit bitter each day, seems a pitiful bargain, but one I must suffer until healing maxes out ..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Slowing He Rose, To Walk, See That Lake Shining Gem


Old poet sat looking out a broken window
his faithful dog gone, seven winters past.
Out back, weathered old boat he could no longer row
time had fleeting flown and die had been cast!

Where were his long-lost friends, now that he needed them
mere shadowing dreams from former year's frays.
Slowing he rose, to walk, see that lake shining gem
watch windy waters, willows as they sway.

There he sat on that old familiar red-clay bank
thinking, how life had raced so far ahead.
Knowing life was fleeing away, and gave his thanks
that he was alive, not among the dead!

Rising, he looked back at old house and olden times
Noted - time, time for pen to paper rhyme.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2017

Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 120

Note: I dreamed last night that today I'd write a sonnet, all day I've waited and finally this has bled right on out..
Strange, so strange as it came out like water from a garden hose.... one verse immediately after the other.
NO EDITS AND HIT THAT 10 TIMES 12, 120 WORDS..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects

In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects
rays that brighten the waning moon.
Life serenity, Nature's architects,
find thy grace equal its great boon.

Hold thy touch, for very few deserve
dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile.
Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves
thy laughter makes it all worthwhile.

Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads
longings to hear thee play and sing.
Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds
thy great heart needs no worshiping.

In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews.
All suffering from lonely blues.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017
(Sonnet)

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Total # Syllables:126
Total # Words:88

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mother, Our Angel, Our Most Beloved

Away from life's troubles send her remains,
fresh from this world, devoid of its dark stains;
On some forest clearing, set her to rest,
Her soft heart saw fit, to make no request,
Lay upon her grave, sunflowers will do
Under clouds of skies, bright and so blue;
Simple headstone, words, she was dearly loved,
Mother, our angel, our most beloved,
Ponder deeply in the oncoming years
How blessed day joining her, stops not tears.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017
Rhyme(Tribute, In Beloved Memory Of Our Mother)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 75

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I spent all day trying to force myself to write a poem. Nothing worked, until I thought of my phone call received from a friend that I lost contact
with over 30 years ago.
Then this sonnet started in my head and after a few hours I decided to shut up my arguing against writing , and just knuckle down and write..
I hope you may enjoy.. -Tyr


A Long Journey And Very Sad Look Back

Looking back at those youthful follies invited
Days of sweet glory and thoughts of being knighted
Time sends back its memories of the lively ghost
My crazy younger self, that all too willing host

Life has raced through distant extended middle years
With its love, joy, misery, pains and saddest tears
Longings bereft of Love's satisfying reprieves
Brave daredevil fools taunted Fate, were thick as thieves

Then time slapped us from slumber with its mighty knocks
No bluffs of bravado could destroy these new shocks
Midnight dreams remind us of death and true love lost
No lying can convince, wild-times were worth the cost

Youthful folly serves a purpose we may not know
For with each knock down, our wisdom began to grow

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 123

Note: This sonnet was inspired by a conversation I had this morn with an old friend from my youth. He had just learned of my mother's recent death and called to give condolences.
He started speaking about the many very wild times we had over 40 years ago.
After thinking about that conversation most of today, this sonnet started forming in my head.
With the sad truth being, those wild young times were folly and not a true positive regardless of how we may choose to remember/romanticize them.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Carrying Her Great Honor As A Badge Unfurled

She had walked years through a dark desolate world
CARRYING HER GREAT HONOR AS A BADGE UNFURLED
Dawn came that Spring with its first rays of healing lights
She suddenly found no fear of devilish nights

She stopped early morn by a clear, fast flowing stream
Joy in heart, wondering had it been a bad dream
Birds were singing, first she had heard in many years
She splashed the magnificent green grass with her tears

Stepping back on long dusty road, her smile told all
Sweet love of Life had returned after her big fall
Now retracing steps from dark horror she had fled
She could face very worst and laugh out loud instead

Her honor had led to a path of redemption
From Fate's sad decrees, she had found love's exemptions

Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 132

Note- Read a great Emily Dickinson poem earlier this afternoon that inspired this creation.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I started this poem 5 times and scrapped each one halfway into it (lot of time wasted by trying to-force it).
Sat down and read 3 poems by Byron, drank a cup of coffee and returned to writing the Dickinson inspired poem you see above.
It will do.......-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Are We Mortal Men Or Blinded Field Mice?

Dare I forgive, this sadder light of day
Stumble within its long, dark corridors.
Crawl forth, this body made of earthen clay
Begging for sweet relief and nothing more?

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Nay! One must rise up and dare to Fate fight
Sew Life's cuts with courage and stronger thread.
Walk not in servitude, dark of dark night
Waiting only dreaded day we are dead!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Life's greatest blessing is also our foe
For it rests within Time's dark clutching hands.
We were made with souls, so that we may know
We are imprisoned on these earthly lands!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

With that key left, for each to seek and find
One may enter paradise's golden streets.
Deep in our hearts, love that can save each mind
Awaits beyond our sad earthly defeats!

Are we mortal men or blinded field mice?
Living, only enough wares to suffice?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017
(Rhyme)


Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 182


Note:
Slowing light came back to shine, into a blinded lost soul
all that great loss was not all mine, yet quite sincerely I feel,
I just may have felt its greatest toll.
I woke up at 2 am this morn, could not sleep.This poem started and demanded that I get up to finish it.
My muse yet slept(as she is often even lazier than I), so instead of the usual forty-five minutes it would take me and her to write a poem of this length,
it took me writing alone, a bit over three hours!
What a relief to finish this finally(!), and this poem has been posted without any edits.
Although edits may yet come after I reread it again tomorrow, if I find typo's, etc.. -Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When A Broken Heart Has Soul Imprisoned

Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower
In despair's blackest storm hid I the saving key
No recovery from misery's darkest hour
My soul wanted to destroy wrecked life within me!

Memories of childhood and mother's loving hands
Such were not mere dreams but blessed reality
She taught me love's gentle touch, how a man stands
Saved this lost spirit from death-felt insanity!

Had I in deepest of depressions ended all
BLED AGONIZING LIFE INTO WELCOMING PIT
Saved I was, by motherly advice should I fall
Son if fallen, get back up, Life get on with it!

Broken heart imprisoned me - dark castle tower
Saved by her truest love, in a Heaven sent shower!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2017
Sonnet, Lin12/12 (dedicated to my loving mother)

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 116

NOTE:
I woke this morn to a shining light,
Twas her sending down a golden gift
Saying dear son, get thee up to fight
IN TRUE LOVE, BOTH OUR SOULS UPLIFT!

Thus, I've written four poems today, one a romantic poem collaboration first half, already sent to a top poetess to complete. She accepted first draft sent her, as is , saying it clearly needed no corrections/edits.
I am much better now , but a strong residual darkness still lurks, I can still feel it. -Tyr

[Gunny]

Loss. It doesn't go away. You learn to live with it. It will eat you up inside if you let it. Do what momma said ... git up and fight. She expects no less. The best thing you can do is be exactly the man she raised you to be. That is her homage and what she deserves.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts


In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding hosts;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toasts!

Yon dark castle Dread lays in wait,
His black anger, hating her charms;
Vows he, her enslavement tis Fate
Tho' it be by great force of arms!

For her kind heart he wants to bleed;
Savage her and sate his evil,
Yet Fate, grants mercy to her need
destroys this monster primeval!

In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding hosts;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toasts!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2017
Poetry form,
Lin Crazy Eights, Tail-Rhyme , 100 words


Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more rocks, I am wise and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings
I need sweet companion, just to hold her
spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared call out but I refuse
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell
Mercy arrived today, from far above
told me, see her as dust in a dry well

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love, so deep in a blind trance

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made

Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
heavily edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017

Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.-Tyr

[Balu]

Dear Robert?
For several days I was not at home, but I read all your poems without being able to mark them and as usually I adored them. So, I have done it right now.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Dear Robert?
For several days I was not at home, but I read all your poems without being able to mark them and as usually I adored them. So, I have done it right now.

Thank you my friend. I hope your grandchildren enjoy them.
Say hello from me to them.. I hope they may one day choose to become poets.... -Tyr