Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads

When youthful ardor flows like raging flood,
temptation's ills are waiting in the blood.
Even with painful lessons in the past,
nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast!

When Spring air brings out that deep mating call
some think of love desires, nary its fall.
Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock,
like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block!

The wise learn and control their emotions
love is work and not some magic potion.
Keep a level head and know love is real
not a treasure one can barter or steal!

When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin
Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin'

R.J. Lindley,
June 3rd, 1996
Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.

If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.

When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)

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: 100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Note:
Robert J. Lindley,
January 25th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables:112
Total # Words: 88

Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Heavy Gate
Sonnet number I of XII

From dawn, its rays boldly gleaming,
spring flowers covering new fields,
Nature, beasts and plants both teeming
their bounty true, as treasured yields.

In this world, sun gifts us power
tho' we oft waste its deep treasures.
From its passing we judge our hours,
while racing seeking more pleasures.

Upon night's falling, its black veil
Lo! The blackness and its dark walls
Fear, we see black as its own hell
and inside rings low ghostly calls.

Earth's porch, beyond its heavy gate.
Arms of fury held, Time awaits.

Robert J. Lindley,
January 25th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thoughts)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


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Note:
Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
February 16th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

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:82

Earth's Porch, Beyond Its Spinning Turns
Sonnet number II of XII

From its Heavens, moon, starry nights
glistening rays that set afire,
Hope and heart, dancing twins in flight
to humanity thus inspire.

Within Time and longings that stir
dreams entwined in soul's loving dance
Rests love's great cause, in finding her
angel of true fated romance.

Among the throngs that planet hold
its ripe apples ready to eat
Are those rare gems, ones never sold
treasure, if victory thus greets.

Earth's porch, resting in wondrous awe.
Destiny of man is to fall.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
February 16th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)

Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not Fair

When high noon rays waken a sleeping man
window's glare never thought into his plan
just another problem in a broken life
blends with misery since he lost his wife.

With angry scowl, rises to pull the shade
thinking damn that bright sun that God hath made
then stomach cries feed me you lazy bum
be quick about it, do not act so dumb.

Into kitchen, dirty dishes and all
once it was spotless, before Love's great fall
there by the table lay her wedding ring
bitter broken memory, great the sting.

Yet noonday sun, its rays having no care
Eggs he ate thinking, Life is just not fair.

R.J. Lindley, 7-08- 1976
Sonnet, ( Divorce, Waking To Its Sad Aftermath )

Old Note: Deleted...

New Note:
Decades flown on by, memory that still haunts,
midnight echoes into noonday sun, sadly and badly
still this soul, cry out hello, just to hiss and taunt....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime, A set of double rhyming sonnets

Stats For Poem Number (1.)
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )

Note: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/esquisse
"esquisse"...
esquisse noun
es·?quisse | \ (')e¦skes \
plural -s
Definition of esquisse
: a first usually rough sketch (as of a picture or model of a statue)

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::::::100

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Stats For Poem Number (2.)
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )

Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100

Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words

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(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
(A set of double rhyming sonnets)

Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-

And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*

Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.

Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.

R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )

(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists

When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.

When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.

R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020
Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us )

Syllables Per Line:0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables::196
Total # Words::::::136

In That Magical Moment, Stars Align, Happiness Reigns

In that magical inner sanctum where heart truly sees
far more than the banks and eddies of the rivers we swim
there colors of Life in vibrant idiosyncrasies
far exceed and outshine saddest gasps of our fleshly whims.

In that magical realm, one's soul may meditate and grasp
wake new morn, to mortal breath and Cosmos Fated decrees
embrace Hope with knowledge that we need to finally clasp
firmly true love of Life in earth's many bountiful seas.

In that magical sight, dreams may gift deeper countenance
of the many deeply blinded trails we foolishly tread
setting us on sweet paths of Light and blessed sustenance
wake us to reality, Life ends not when we are dead!

In that magical moment, stars align, happiness reigns
We can find anew Faith, Light and Love gifts eternal gains!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-25-2020
Sonnet, ( Looking past the black cloud that storms against us )

Note: New day, morn says yesterday's footprints are dusty
reminders that life continues ever onward, despite our worries
and too oft overblown fears. Fate will not be thwarted, and
what will be- will be..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020

Found that the new grim reality of the results from the fear and panic
and its harm will not be repaired anytime soon. Likely to be decades if
even half of it gets repaired. Such reality that set me to compose a
new poem about the other reality, that we always exist in a world
hellbent on celebrating/promoting darkness, destruction, evil and too
oft untimely death unto we mortals. Fate and our own deep blindness
combine to lead us along a bloody, and futile path into most of the
worries, woes and sadness we encounter. Yet Light, Truth and Faith
can and does counter that folly. I hope many wake up to the fear
blindness that some have caused with their overblown predictions
and their many deliberate outright lies about this new scourge.
And that this nation gets back on its feet and deals out some well
earned justice unto those that have caused far more harm than the
virus has, imho. -Tyr