A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force
that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course?
Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady
Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy?
Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black,
are we so far fallen as to never get back on track?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall!

Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields,
march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields?
When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes
stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries?
Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find
relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018
Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate)

Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one.
May it ever be so for thee.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Russ]

This is really great writing, Robert. May it ever be so for thee.

Why Hath This Universe Given Sorrow Its Great Powers

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath Destiny granted Sorrow such malevolent force
that we pawns, are washed away in its raging course?
Can no higher power, defeat this wicked, malignant malady
Rescue our weeping souls, send us the needed remedy?
Why must those seven unmerciful doors all be black,
are we so far fallen as to never get back on track?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths rise and not again fall!

Why hath Love been cursed by not giving us greater shields,
march us in peace across bright and rose strewn fields?
When shall the blinders be removed from deceived eyes
stay the red flow and stop the epic and wailing cries?
Can life ever progress far enough to such knowledge find
relief for love-lost heartaches and such tortured minds?
If answers were found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Why hath this Universe given Sorrow its great powers,
with hard, dark rains, that our sad souls it showers?
Booming echoes that shatter bone's marrows
penetrating depths of anguish's lair with blackest arrows.
Why does Fate bequeath it with such insidious blades,
where its armies into crying hearts issue slaying raids?
If such answers found, perhaps we could again stand tall,
with truth and courage's depths, rise and not again fall!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-11-2018
Rhyme, (Questions on Life, Lost Loves, Sorrows and Fate)

Note- Blessed is the person that has never felt the deepest depths of sorrow in the loss of a dear loved one.
May it ever be so for thee.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best to accept needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost
some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost.
Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad
and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad.
Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees
as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas!

Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last.
History now shows much of it was not so bad
New life, was the right of any young girl or lad.
Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom
wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb!

Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast.
We in turn, chided them as being just old fools
older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules.
Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong
life is more, it is an ever evolving song!

Reality shows clear errors and so much more
we look back and see why young ventured far from shore.
For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance
shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance.
Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way
within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay!

Reality shows clear errors and so much more
Life oft then went wild as hell no longer a bore.
We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls
their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls.
O' what a great time to be both young and alive
so much new freedom and its spirit we did thrive!

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best accepting needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

R.J. Lindley,
July 17th, 1986
Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation)

Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Find The Waiting Light And Redemption's Well Lit Path

Ride not that raging bull, horns poisoned to the tips
your heart armored against all that would inflict pain;
such soul warping feeds on the venom as it drips,
as blindness leads until only hatred remains!

Stop! Let what little shreds of hidden light exist
expand in your weeping and crying heart then heal;
with that smallest of sparks, your lost soul must resist
greatest hate and sorrows that leads you to not feel!

As each glowing new dawn, then grows your new birthed love
your eyes will open to joy's softest touch and tears;
you may again, see Light cast from Heavens above,
find that redemption's path, destroys all hate and fears!

When glorious Light renews heart, love and its sight
such pure joy comes from Heaven, not hatred's dark might.

Robert Lindley, 7-12-2018
Sonnet,( True Lit Path To Recovery)

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O'Lord, Can Enduring Such Sorrows Ever Make Me Whole

I walked alone, when the lonely had its hold on me
I was as good as gone, yet this shattered heart was not free
I knew she would never phone, and her silence let me be
I found the road to nothingness, sad skies and empty seas.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

I felt the pains, that nightfall tore into my broken heart
I walked in the cold rains, tho' my world was ripped apart
I sought what little remains, and with its hope dawn's new chart
I washed away the stains, crying tears for another start.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

I embraced the agonizing sad, its lost soul crushing blues
I wept for the past bad, its mysteries without any clues
I forced away the mad, those curses that say, pay your dues
I prayed with my all, for her swift return or just any news.

O'Lord, will this darkness ever leave this broken soul?
O'Lord, can enduring such sorrows ever make me whole?

R.J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
June 25th 1977 (When Love Is Truly Forever Lost)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley,
Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)

Note: Written 16 years ago from today, this was born from me earlier that day, watching children open early Christmas presents, allowed just one each - for the remainder must wait until Christmas morn. As I now look back, and rejoice at having both that precious memory and my having written about it when still young, healthy and full of life.

Christmas Morn A Poem, Two Thousand And Two

Short are the hours until Christmas morn lands
joy joins children in its caroling bands.
Casting brighter rays, snow canvas with shine
one day that we should think not, what is mine.
Happiness flows, we see sweet faces glow
this cheerful day, we oft pray hours pass slow!

As laughter rings, and wrapping paper sings
with kids gleaming smiles and season's good things.
Echoes are cast from wrapping papers torn
all should know, this day our Savior was born.
That man should have more than just life on earth
souls are born from our God and all have worth!

On this Christmas day let us all rejoice!
Pray for love, peace and all, in one true voice!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Wishing Merry Christmas to the great folks at this wonderful site, where we still have the freedom to express our views,
and also condemn the darkness that increases in this wicked world every day.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Our Love That Once Rivaled Illuminating Sun

Was your light dead, its glow destroyed by dark
Your eyes blinded, and our romance cast aside:
Twas this, dark thought of loss, that I have died,
That you dared to treat our great love as a lark,
In your longing heart that my soul did deep entwine
Each one of its chambers I filled with my all,
Yet such abundance could not prevent our fall
Now upon its poison we both must feed and dine.
Our love that once rivaled illuminating sun,
Gardens set in paradise, in their fullest bloom:
We unaware, evil rests not until it brings on doom,
To slayeth love, all its treasures thus be undone,
Woe to us, our time was but a brief, dying dream,--
Our sweet songs vanishing as glistening of dew,--
Not enough, such true words said, "darling, I love you",
Dark of Fate's weeping gasp, birthed its dying scheme.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2019
Rhyme, (Why The Night Embraces The Dark)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Great Sorrow, The Plea And The Letter
(Collaboration with, )

We were close friends back in those ancient days
me and my anger, you and your kind ways.
Alas! We found love, turned into a curse
me with my Ann, you with her sister nurse.
Friend, such sorrow I felt when you lost her
her illness and Fate gave its dark whisper.

Four decades have flown by, can we both see
Fate has been harsh, not kind to you or me.
Your Helen with the dark hair and bright smile
my Ann, each with us but a little while.
Did we not love, with purest hearts and souls
does not this dark world take its heavy tolls?

Time beat us both into sad submission
tho' we were strong, Fate asked not permission.
Pray I, you too have found that inner peace
sought love again, found its sweeter release.
For me, this plea to you is long overdue
lets again be great friends in life, we two.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

First half- collaboration offer

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Where Hides, Those Tyrian Sails So Longed For

Where hides, those Tyrian sails so longed for,
days lived far beyond this wretched, black door.
Can such bright fruits only be found in dreams,
are we condemned to one stagnant life-stream?

Sweeter days of youth knew not this sad gray,
says memories of adventurous days.
Has Time thus so slowed our spirit and soul,
as to make us pay this sad, boring toll?

Could it just be, decay of flesh and blood,
holds and mires us in this destructive mud?
Washed into banks of a river now dried,
long before this weaken body has died?

As I look for answers in sky above
comes reply, " turn back thy heart to ALL love" !

Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2018
Sonnet, ( Thoughts, Looking Back)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Epitaph Of My Old Friend, An Honorable Man

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

As mighty oak he withstood stormy winds
Found joy with his close neighbors and dear friends
His home a castle without guarding moat
Man of letters, he and inner soul wrote:
Poetry and songs devised to bring cheer
Whether home or at taverns drinking beer
His oath, vowing to treat one and all fair
A gentle man, yet cross him none would dare.

Had you known him, his honor so true,
Fairly he would take the measure of you,
If found worthy, happily shake your hand,
Let you hunt on his grandfather's wild lands:
Be a trusty friend, should you ask for more
From his table, his wines so freely pour
Full of vigor, to needy he gave
One others shed tears visiting his grave.

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-28-2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Of Famous Warriors, How Should They Be Judged

Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
should not their character reflect far more the man
more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

Dare we set scales that may belittle other facts
Love of all other earthen treasures cast aside
what of dearest children raised to be faithful
one can not stop heroic pride, its rushing tide
fame true earned, by default makes us all grateful
biased judgments given, are oft hard to retract.

Of heroes deaths and its powers to reincarnate
the imagined greatness of dying fighting true
Statues, spears, shields and sabers relics that present
perhaps more praise than savagery should thus accrue
for mixed in was blood-lust we all know was Hell-sent
caught in colors that war paintings so decorate.

Is it right to judge for war victory alone
that the man, only had blood-letting to give
can we rationalize that such is work of Fate
in war, innocent victims had no right to Live
should such men be judged by barbarity and hate
and weight of their deadly deeds thus have to atone?

Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
should not their character reflect far more the man
more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

R.J. Lindley.
July 9th, 1973
Rhyme, ( Does Greater Bloodshed, A True Warrior Make )

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Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019
Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought)

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 216
Total # Words: 160

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Brightest Of Gems, In Glowing Emerald Forest

There was a great tree there, its roots firmly planted
as solid as love vows, those never recanted,
its massive trunk and limbs, majestic to behold
beautiful treasures, as in tales oft retold
surrounding woods, a glimmering emerald green
all in all, as if from a bright fairy tale scene.

To visit, watch dawn's lights set it colors aglow
is to see Heaven and Nature's truth, clearly know,
our lives are wrapped in fragile, weakened human states
chained cells of wants, each one praying its not too late
seeing evidence of Heaven's stamp upon earth
giving promises of better life, ones own worth.

To find such peace basking in its soft healing touch
one should kneel down to pray, requesting not too much,
for Heaven's light flows forth from that massive, tall king
from its branches, flocks of glorious birds oft sing
within its cools shades, its living colors send out
proof of God's glory, that cause believers to shout.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-28-2019
Rhyme, ( What God And Nature Hath Wrought)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread
attacks with great zeal complaints in my head
wages war with a soul begging release
while my muse and I ask both to please cease
Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown,
cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"!

In this battle, where blood so freely flows
my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud
my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows
will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud
Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere
even I the poet, shed salty tears!

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019,
Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme )

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Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies

When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate
And willing dark, its powers concentrates
Life slows and diminishes as on cue
All has passed before, nothing is new.
In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep
By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep.

This poet's pen often dares to relate
In echoes as if crying for lost mate
With weeping words-tears and resounding moans
Through wide valleys of darker undertones.
In that aching place, epic pains accrue
such is human life, for nothing is new.

As splashed ink soaks onto famished page
One may see injustice, well up with rage
Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul
To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll.
In that regretful place, black snags abound
Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019,
Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display)


Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up.
Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up.
And the pied piper demanded more his pay.......
Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core......

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019