Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)

Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 198

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Wish I, That Time Within Its Flow


Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!

In my woeful and darkened days,
over and deep, misery plays.
Red sun sets but I see no shine,
dark rests seas filled with bitter brine.
Shallow are the night's streaming dreams,
far too pale wandering moonbeams!

When I cry thus, "Woe this sad life"
Fate smiles and stabs deeper its knife.
A triple twist and mind explodes
pity I chose these darkened roads.
As pain then joins with sorrow's grief,
despair's pits come beyond belief!

Ancient history would have found,
this soul at rest and never bound.
For my curse, life is now too fast
chained to ship sailing at full mast.
Seas stormy and waves crashing high,
thus Heaven hears not my sad cries!

Wish I, that Time within its flow,
had sent forth my birth long ago.
In its union with Man and Fate,
had not sprouted this soul too late.
For now heart cries in spurts and moans,
sorrows found deep in aching bones!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Rhyme, ( Dark Is The Horse, In Fate's And Sorrow's Stream)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Rocky Shores Now So Sorely Bruise These Naked Feet

Bitter the thickest of brine at the water's edge
bringing memories of your lying fallen pledge;
clashing with hoarded treasures of hot wondrous nights
are your empty words, once believed to be so right.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

Across watery divide, this truth I confide
I then, so in love had dismissed your darker side;
now the tormenting night-ghosts of what might have been
curse, happily point out you were never my friend.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

With angry waves stirring up bleached bones in that brine
this demolished grieving soul, screams out please be mine;
in vivid dreams heart tragically cries your name
knowing no mercy comes, sorrows always remain.

Rocky shores now so sorely bruise these naked feet
I wonder if ever again, love we shall meet.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-31-2018
Rhyme- *Sad and Dark*, ( Dreams Remembered, Sorrows That Ache)

Note- Oft from a dream remembered, I find fodder to compose.
in this case the dream was based upon a real life loss love from my youth.
Sometimes the pain and sorrows are too great and instead of writing to present here - I bury it deeper, while hoping it magically disappears.
Never works but often we repeat in hope that some relief be granted.
Having now written this piece, perhaps such relief shall be given..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Deeper The Well, More Bitter Its Drink Tastes

Days of youth, with its wanton lusts
Blind to truth, dark winds came in gusts
Poison to seize ill gotten gains
Saddest memories, its remains!

Treasures remain, foiled by heart's greed
Greed's sad stain, epic loss decreed
By black shadows in human souls
Darken lies, take their heavy tolls!

Flowers wane, water and sun lost
Sin's dark bane, sweet fruits, at what costs?
Stolen goods, youth's untamed ardor
All changed, life becomes much harder.

Pleasures sought, with no real concerns
Blindly bought, pray youth one day learns
Life punishes hurts thus dark born
By regretful nights so forlorn.

Deep the well, bitter its drink tastes
Black the hell, into which one wastes
When passion has no ruing guide
hell's shadows chase, nowhere to hide!

Hold to Light, that lone dark voice fails
Keep in sight, all that honor tells
For sorrows, are regrets oft laid
By deeds that world demands be made!

Love's treasures, let passions be true
Joy's pleasures, are gems that accrue
From kindness and sweet loving ways
Are true innocence, when kids play.

R.J. Lindley,
Original, December 5th, 1988
This version edited, today December 16th, 2018
(Thoughts on youth and mistakes passionately made)

Syllables Per Line:
0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 224
Total # Words: 176

Note: While looking at older poems to edit and present, I found this one.
Since in was written in December thirty years ago, I thought it fitting to
edit it and present here this December. The original had a mixed syllable
count. I first edited to achieve ten syllables per verse. But, but that
is when my overbearing and demanding muse stepped in and commanded that
I try eight syllable verses. Next came a coin toss and the eight verse
version won. My muse was happy but my poet's soul woefully cries out for
the abandoned ten syllable version! A man must honor the results of a coin
toss, methinks. Unless the muse fixed the coin toss too!
What say ye such thinking??