Poetry and Prose for any season

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Artist Painted All, Even Her Own Fork-Tongue

Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.

O' but then the tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977

Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed.
I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Cascading Embers Of Heart Driven Fire

Unrepentant heart, its hot blood there spills
Sad dregs of immortal nurselings of desire
And winter's warm breath blows the woodland fires
Amongst the frozen trees and through the hills
Wanton weariness, invisible veil hides
Cascading embers of heart driven fire
Exploding storm flees to nothing it retires
And dead emperor in agony resides
Black robe judges, their guilt forever play
Broken guitars without needed six strings
As death's hand taps as the naked ghost sings
In nirvana the prophet chose to stay.

Unrepentant heart, melody just right.
Saw truth, amidst the horrors of that night.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 26th, 1972
Sonnet

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For

War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.

War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.

O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19

Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.

Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine

Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.

I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.

I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!

She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.

Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972

1st note-
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""


2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..

[icansayit]

War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For

War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.

War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.

O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19

Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.

Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.

On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

[QUOTE=icansayit;1014754] On a personal note myself. I know Six young men whose names are on a Wall in Washington.
Only visited them Once to pay my respects. Can't go back anymore. As the song asked
"War...What is it Good For? Absolutely Nothing!"[/QUOTE

Thanks, my friend. War is only good for death, misery and destruction. All of which are high negatives in life. The Vietnam war was a ffkked up thing
It was not fought as a military engagement should be. We had the planes, the bombs to bomb North Vietnam back into the stone age .
An age they were just barely out of in my opinion. China bluffed us into fighting a very limited engagement which was absolutely crazy.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

[icansayit]

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding dear allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?

She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me

O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike
Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash
Hole in chest, were you stabbed with a spike
But as usual your face still quite so fine.

Those long sexy legs as flamed burnt ash
And once beautiful eyes are hateful beams
Ah yes, your smile that won you loads of cash
Can no longer conceal your wicked schemes.

My dear, yes I still have that stomped heart
One you skinned with rusty fish skinners
Wickedness places high on evil's heart
As you feast on your blood-soaked dinners.

You are ugly, your dark spirit exposed
I see your pale ghost gnashing its sharp teeth
I regret forever, once you I chose
Your grave, pray I you are thousand feet 'neath.

Has been thirty years, do I your ghost see?
Why does your apparition now pester me?
I believe it, your curse is that damn strong.
Pray now, your spirit goes where it belongs!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Jan. 20th 1973

She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Next, I Was Thrashing In The Ocean My Legs Ate Off By Sharks

With crazy mind, I took bitter taste of the insolent sky
Its abject rankness was comparable to ashes from Hell
A violent, thrashing river erupted and let poison fly
Then storming winds spat out that sick, sulfuric acid smell
Giant walls appeared and were so rapidly closing on in
My feet were stuck to a nasty bloody paste on the floor
Off to the side was a rank and stagnant body parts bin
I searched hard and could not find a get-away door.

Now the hideous place was so damn completely dark
I had pulsing shakes and sweats falling from my brow
Next, I was thrashing in the ocean my legs ate by sharks
I prayed for a rescue but I could not fathom just how.

Three o'clock came and through window moon-beams splattered
I woke up, sighed my relief, not that any of it mattered.

Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse dark sonnet
July 21st, 1973

Note- A little poem composed from the memory of very bad dream I had last night.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Hillary? Pelosi? Harris? or The Wicked Witch of the West...Whoopie?

She was a beautiful vixen and a crazy nut too.
I went on three dates with her. I couldnt take any more after that.
I acted like a racehorse and ran far away.--Tyr

My good friend she was a hideous melding of all of them. I did not just walk away, I ran away/ and I never went back..
All she had going for her was her beauty. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As Saturated Earth Bids Me Adieu

As saturated earth bids me adieu
Angry moon spat out darken, molded cheese
There, prisoner in chains, thinking of you
My evil captors doing what they please.
Wicked lateral cuts gracing my arms
Damn cratered knots all over my head
That gypsy sold me a bag of dark charms
He was hoping that soon I would be dead.
What a trip to the old dark continent
Now I understand what warnings were about
Those ignored, thinking my shield was resilient
I went to scream but hell nothing came out.

What was this beast rising from the bare ground
Its immense strength and power off the charts
Its vicious roar, such a terrifying sound
Evil lair, I saw bloody body parts!

Next I recall, a voice said its a dream
You my sleeping friend, rise from your night bed
I will aid you, we will fight as a team
You and I shall slay the black beast instead.

Off damn alarm goes, nothing decided.
Could not use ray gun I was provided.

Robert J. Lindley, 22 Dark verse rhyme.
April 21st , 1972

Note:
"I wage battles in my ballooning head
My soul, its venom so gaily spilled
In my first vow, I kill dark beasts instead
Lost count, must have been a thousand I killed." RJL

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts

He gave us images, the raving beauty far within
and romantic dancing words that ate up the eager page
he met the world head on and absorbs into his white skin
Ahh but, a great calamity he dies at a young age.

In dreams I see him, singing great poems all dressed to kill
His countenance, that of a handsome prince on a new lark
Yet when reading his poetry, don't you get such a thrill
Man was a poetic genius, certainly left his mark.

That of great beauty, his life's tragedy, death far too young
Verses he sang to us, such true and deep pleasures they gave
And those magical words, translated into many tongues
O' the deep truth, millions of readers read and then they rave.

Lord Byron, your words have often soothed desirous souls.
Poets honor you and take your deep accomplishments our goals.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 10th, 1971

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Truth Of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How

Over the grit-stained shoulders of ancient marble
Rests a million vagaries of humanity's million sins
Just as earth's flocks of beautiful songbirds warble
So goes the evils engaged in by millions of men
As trees shower this olden earth with billions of falling leaves.
On lichen laced boughs the owl sits watching the moon
Its brilliant shooting rays soothing the hearts of those that grieve
Thousands of hearts, as for new love gifted far, far to soon.
All night widgeon, mallard and teal sit almost freezing
Awaiting a dawn that brings warmth from brother Sol
In the foxhole, soldier read poetry found it pleasing
But the savagery of war brings its heavy, malignant toll.

My sweetest lover, I turn gently to her now as night growls.
I pray to love her always, with solemn words asking God how!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
June 9th , 1977

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True

Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every nee
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed deeply for you too.

Pray we in your future you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!

May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023

Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.

Note- Composed to and for our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley