A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Balu]

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

Thank you, Robert, and the best Regards to you and Yours from me and my family.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall Thee Stand, To Find True And Solid Worth

If in pitch-black darkness, lamenting icy cold
Broken soul, safe vessel sought in darkest of seas
Would ever such defeated heart live to be old
Spread anew Life, as does forest's mighty oak trees

Let thy inner man, bringeth deep courage to bear
Let thy inner man, findeth bravery to weep
Let thy inner man, showeth Love truly does care
Let thy inner man, proveth heart's ocean is deep

Wrapeth thy emerging Light with Life's sweetest gold
Sinketh thy roots in as does the giant redwoods
Tradeth not thy honor for cheap trinkets now sold
Wasteth not thy heart's love seeking false worldly goods

What profits man, if his life bringeth not true worth
If gluttony rules, eating only to gain girth

R.J. Lindley
Sept 10th,, 1987
Sonnet, Lin 12/12

(Old )Note: This week has been pure hell, life cuts me deep.
I shall rise, to destroy this darkest of clouds

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: 122

(New) Note: Almost 30 years ago, I wrote this and survived that sad tribulation.
Now in the midst of another darkness looming, I am repeating that process that saved me back then... with Writing, Hope, Family love and Perseverance.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup

Sad knowing thy heart was so bruised
Seeing deep pain in such blue eyes
Tragic, such kind heart thus abused
By deadly slashes in dark lies

Pray I, for soul's quickest healing
With a true love to soon arrive
For such brings, joy and new feeling
Pray again, thy heart feels alive

From this , my sad heart, words now poured
asked relief, thee sweet bird flown high
After flight of thee, wherein soared
Thy new love life, once gone awry

May Cupid pour, from Love's true cup
Truest of love's glows to cheer thee up

Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2017
Poetry form: (Hybronnet)

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 95


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr

Hybronnet
Hybronnet Poetry Examples

The form name is derived from hybrid and sonnet.
This form is an offspring of a sonnet; that is to say that it must consist of fourteen lines; each line must be octal syllabic, does not necessarily have to be iambic although it can be if desired, and the rhyme scheme can be ABABCDCDEFEFGG, couplet rhyme, or other acceptable schemes, allowing the poet more latitude to work with, and finally, the end rhyme can be a combination of rhymes (masculine, feminine, slant, etc.) or used anyway the poet deems appropriate.

[Balu]

New poetry form, my first poem composed in this new form.-Tyr

As far as I can feel your language you succeeded, and I love it.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As far as I can feel your language you succeeded, and I love it.

Thank you my friend, it is important to know that somebody sees merit in my work. If ones work is presented as a sincere gift in high hopes that it may help others-then validation becomes a more important factor.
For one looks to see if in its reaching out it is effecting in a positive way its readers.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sitting There Whiskey Drinking, With Everything On Your Mind


Do not tell me, that your sad life is too long or too hard
Sitting there whiskey drinking, with everything on your mind
Did you want wild and crazy or to be sane writing bard
Hold on to your damn toughness or yield to be much more kind.

Learn to finish life's tasks, even if misery springs forth
Grasp that old raging bull by its long and flesh ripping horns
Remember this is a curse of the South not of the North
For red-rose's greatest beauty is heightened by its sharp thorns!

Come on now, your future can be riding on fine white horse
Open up your saddened mind, let the cards fall where they may
Always comes, romantic chances to change your racing course
For your body, heart and soul once sprang from mere earthen clay!

Do not tell me, that your sad life is too long or too hard
Sitting there whiskey drinking, with everything on your mind
Did you want wild and crazy or to be sane writing bard
Hold on to your damn toughness or yield to be much more kind.

R.J. Lindley,
Aug. 22nd, 1973

Old Note- Moving out today. Can not stomach any more of her cheating when stoned.
She straightens up only to go back to insanity a few weeks or months later. Tired of it.
Hate her damn addiction...

New Note- Old poem from decades past, edited slightly today .
What is youth if not folly, love lost and learning that the world cheerfully, faithfully cuts you in numerous ways?

Syllables Per Line 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 194

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Darkest Of Blues Will Not Stop Pounding

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky
Now finding life, has stooped to beat me up again
Despite my deep courage, embraced through thick and thin
No honor felt in this lost state I am at
Broken wrangler with no horse, no damn cowboy hat
Just a dying soul, trying to live to hold on
Now that the beauty of life's colors have all gone
Weeping into winds once found to be clear and fair
Missing that love, only mother and child can share
Glancing down, life and earth seems so damn far below
So many exits, yet I have nowhere to go

Standing atop this high cliff, clouds floating on by
Watching last sunset, red-tint paint splashing blue sky

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2017

Note; One day gleaming sun does so shine. Next day it hides and laughs in wicked glee.
There is now a huge hole in me. I wish to drown, in the next storm in this dark, raging sea.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hear This My Vow, Hold This In Thy Sad Heart
(Vow And Prayer Given To And For One Truly Beloved)


Hold this in thy sad heart!
Stay, hold my hand when thy heart deeply grieves!
Share that ache of bleeding heart and weeping soul
Unload life's misery into my grasping hands,
That I may find some way to grant thee reprieves!

Hold this in thy sad heart!
Even should I utterly fail in that loving quest
Justice would grant thee some days of sweet relief!
For such gift in loving hope, never ever fails,
To bring solace and show life again at its best!

Hold this in thy sad heart!
Seed once planted with love would eventually sprout
Flourish, spread its leaves and mercy given in grace
With grace would come healing that showers peace,
Once found, shall cause thy soul to dance and sing out!

Hold this in thy sad heart!
Stay, hold my hand when thy heart deeply grieves!
Share that ache of bleeding heart and weeping soul
Unload life's misery into my grasping hands,
That I may find some way to grant thee reprieves!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Beg My Fallen Soul To Find Its Strength Again

I beg my fallen soul to find its strength again
Illuminate this spirit to hold and thus see
Revolt against agony in every sad pain
No more useless begging of, please just let me be!

Scream back at shrieking black-shadows on their dark hunt
Free my sinking legs from this deep, murky quicksand
I live in this storm, tis no bad dream or mere stunt
At times its misery is more than I can stand!

Find stronger heart, bring color back into my life
Reach into my vanishing dreams, gain their rescue
Alas! Each day offers another chance for strife
My mind cries out, gift relief, is it not my due?

Destroy this heart-wrenching torment that eats my all
Shall anybody, anything answer this call?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2017


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: 125

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Thus Fate Cries- I Break Thee Into Bits


Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts
Thy dark-hands crush suffering soul
With glee thy blades cut body parts
Fate helps thee with each heavy blow!

Raging storms emerge from thy deep pits
Destroyed life in darkness must submit
To hammer blows from precision hits
Thus Fate cries- I break thee into bits!

Shall I bow to awesome powers
Ill-winds, poisoned darts thrown my way
Wicked rains, hail in black-showers
Misery in games as thee plays

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 9 9 9 9 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 75

WRITTEN FOR CONTEST, 75 WORDS OR LESS

Final version below - is now entered in contest..-Tyr

O' Death, Thy Malignant Sting Forever Cuts
(When Fate Cries, Break Thy Soul Into Bits)

Yes, thy power breaks weeping hearts
Thy dark hands crush suffering souls
With glee blades cutting body parts
Fate helps thee with hard, heavy blows!

Raging storms emerge from thy pits
Destroyed life in darkness submits
Hammering blows, with precise hits
Fate cries, break thy soul into bits!

Shall we fear, bow to such powers
Ill winds, poisoned darts thrown our way
Wicked rains, hail in black showers
Such heart pains in thy final play!

Contest, What Doesn't Kill Us
Contest, Sponsor Laura Loo
75 Words, March 4th, 2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 96
Total # Words: 75

EDITED FROM THIS ORIGINAL SHOWN BELOW , WRITTEN IN TEN SYLLABLE VERSES
SIMPLY WAS NO WAY IN HELL, COULD I JUST TOSS AWAY THE ORIGINAL, MERELY TO MEET CONTEST REQUIREMENTS OF 75 WORDS OR LESS.
HERE ARE BOTH BUT FIRST ONE LIMITED TO 75 WORDS WILL ENTERED INTO THE CONTEST , WITH ITS (NOT REQUIRED BUT) PERFECT SYMMETRY OF 100 SYLLABLES.



I Know, Fate Helps Thee With Each Heavy Blow!

Yes, thy great power breaks this weeping heart
Thy dark-hands crush this deep suffering soul
With glee thy blades cut every body part
I know, Fate helps thee with each heavy blow!

When raging storms emerge from thy deep pits
My destroyed life in darkness must submit
To hammer blows from thy precision hits
And this my Fate says- break thee into bits!

Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers
To ill-winds, poisoned arrows sent my way
To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers
And misery in night games as thee plays!

Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers?
To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017
Sonnet


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Shall I Beg For Time Here To Be Longer

When tombstone at grave site shall be written
Praying it records, great good I have done
No words on lovers, heartfelt and smitten
Instead tell, Salvation given not won.

Whenever life upon earth's realm falters
May Light and Grace arriving, this soul save
Racing an angel but never caught her
My prize, Truth rewarded for being brave.

Shall I beg for time here to be longer?
Or in truest faith, my soul be much stronger?

Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 75

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Silent Discovery, Love's Mighty Voice

Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold
prayed he, need no more than me, myself and I
Silence is sweet, honey sweeter he was told
He mused, baking dead echoes into life's pie

Underground he lived, so far from noisy sound
dreamed he, magical new world where quiet reigned
In his hush and with deep hush he could be found
lowest of whispers, broke his heart as it stained

Then it happened, Love's new song, voiced its warm tune
Sad soul, discovered joy's mighty noisy splash
Found he, sunlit world dancing in early June
Cried he, thinking silence always gold was rash

Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold
Silence is sweet, Love sweeter, now he was told

Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017
Sonnet, 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: 124

[Balu]

Silent Discovery, Love's Mighty Voice

Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold
prayed he, need no more than me, myself and I
Silence is sweet, honey sweeter he was told
He mused, baking dead echoes into life's pie

Underground he lived, so far from noisy sound
dreamed he, magical new world where quiet reigned
In his hush and with deep hush he could be found
lowest of whispers, broke his heart as it stained

Then it happened, Love's new song, voiced its warm tune
Sad soul, discovered joy's mighty noisy splash
Found he, sunlit world dancing in early June
Cried he, thinking silence always gold was rash

Once there was a sad soul, thought silence was gold
Silence is sweet, Love sweeter, now he was told

Robert J. Lindley, 3-06-2017
Sonnet, 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: 124

This is Wonderful, Robert!
I am amazed!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This is Wonderful, Robert!
I am amazed!

Thank you. I am amazed that I even find time to write now, since my life is so busy as of late.
I still try to post here as much as possible..
Currently busy selecting about 40 of my poems to be in my first published poetry book, if all goes well.
With over 1600+ poems to go through-its a long hard task.
Even then, my own bias in preferences may not allow for the best 40 poems to be selected.
I am working on getting an outside unbiased editor to aid in that regards.
All this may take a lot of time and extra time is in short supply for me now..-Tyr

[Balu]

Thank you. I am amazed that I even find time to write now, since my life is so busy as of late.
I still try to post here as much as possible..
Currently busy selecting about 40 of my poems to be in my first published poetry book, if all goes well.
With over 1600+ poems to go through-its a long hard task.
Even then, my own bias in preferences may not allow for the best 40 poems to be selected.
I am working on getting an outside unbiased editor to aid in that regards.
All this may take a lot of time and extra time is in short supply for me now..-Tyr

Thank you Robert.
I want you know that me and my grandchildren we all really love you poetry and it delivers us plenty of pleasure.