An old poem(ancient history now), poetry form Lyric

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Am Not Living Like That!


Music was rockin', deep dreams my mind was bakin'
She was callin', her leaving words had me shakin'
She was gone like the clouds when I woke myself up
I felt life fallin' into a bottomless cup!

Front door open, dog resting on the new table
I was crawlin', and so damn proud to be able
Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

Music was rockin', deep dreams my mind was bakin'
She was callin', her leaving words had me shakin'

Music had stopped playin', did I ever truly care
Gone was great cooking and that beautiful blonde hair
Now I missed times, when she softly touched me like that
Until bloody head reminded me of that bat!

Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

R. J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1976

Lyric, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 130
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WHISKEY BOTTLE WAS USED, NOT A BAT...I have the scar to prove it..
SHE WAS PRETTIER THAN A BUSHEL BASKET FULL OF GOLD COINS..-----Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem removed, edited and presented above..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

An old poem which is in rhyme not in Lyric form.
I woke up middle of the night to edit this poem after finding it tucked in some old letters in a box in the cellar, stopped after about ten minutes editing , resumed this afternoon about 20 minutes ago.
This is a finished poem..

Far Above Moon's Ancient Shadow
(A Sad Tale of Woe)

Pain, crying pains that ripped glass,
and black clouds waving goodbyes.
Aye, I remember you sweet lass
and that twinkle in your eyes.

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul so shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

Hurt, hurt resting in deepest pits
memories dance out of tune.
Ancient moon, sending me new hits
each year on last day of June!

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul now shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

Time, time utterly fails its course
nights break bones in a flurry.
Ah, but they shoot a dying horse
now, fate's hand does not hurry!

Far above moon's ancient shadow
among sad gleams from lost stars.
Frigid cold, filled a soul now shallow
aye lass, your leaving left scars.

R. J. Lindley,
Aug, 25th 1978

Rhyme, Lin Repeat in 8/7/8/7

Syllables Per Line: 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 8 7 0 8 7 7 8 0 8 7 8 7
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Words: 144

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Back to edit one last time (I hope).... Tyr

[Russ]

I Am Not Living Like That!


Music was rockin', deep dreams my mind was bakin'
She was callin', her leaving words had me shakin'
She was gone like the clouds when I woke myself up
I felt life fallin' into a bottomless cup!

Front door open, dog resting on the new table
I was crawlin', and so damn proud to be able
Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

Music was rockin', deep dreams my mind was bakin'
She was callin', her leaving words had me shakin'

Music had stopped playin', did I ever truly care
Gone was great cooking and that beautiful blonde hair
Now I missed times, when she softly touched me like that
Until bloody head reminded me of that bat!

Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

Something she said, before hitting me with that bat
To hell with you, I am not living like that!

R. J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1976

Lyric, Lin 12/12

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 130
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WHISKEY BOTTLE WAS USED, NOT A BAT...I have the scar to prove it..
SHE WAS PRETTIER THAN A BUSHEL BASKET FULL OF GOLD COINS..-----Tyr

This is a powerful poem, Robert

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

This is a powerful poem, Robert

Thank you my friend.. Seems the best and most powerful poems are so often written about real life experiences.
I see now that , my hard times when young(so often my own fault!), gave me some truly great fodder for my poetry in my old age..-Tyr