* * * Debate Policy - Political Message Board Thread * * * -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Thread : For presenting invited guest poet's poems.. Started at 05-26-2015 09:56 AM by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Visit at http://www.debatepolicy.com/showthread.php?t=49864 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 1] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-26-2015 09:56 AM Title : For presenting invited guest poet's poems.. Poems written by invited guests, some which are from my poetry forum. Permission to post their work here is always requested and given , else the poem is not ever presented . I am a firm believer in the ownership rights of a poets work by the poet. So far no poet asked has refused and thats a high mark to their integrity , talent and trust.. Presented today as the first poem in this thread a magnificent contest winning write by a poet I found there only just this fine morn. This one is indeed a gem... Hope you may enjoy this great poem as much as I did! I have notified the author of this and given link to our forum. He may honor us here with a comment. The Aurum River A burning golden river. A thousand ember dots. Whose endless waking slivers, Hide liquid molten knots A contented purring timbre Of viscous weary rock, Caught in eyes of amber And weeping molten locks Its ingot rivlet ripples Wafting whispers in the air. Its quaking thunder trickles, Build shaking sunder mares Brushing one another, Aurus tears they bleed Darkened flesh they smother, In dripping gilded creed Burning golden river, A weaving flame no more Dusty charred banks quiver Slaked in starlit gore. Author- Avery Swarthout -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 2] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-10-2015 07:32 PM Fall's Bounty To the apple and pear on the tree and the pumpkin so far in the field I will raise a tall mug of ale sweet to the hungry folk; they give yield. For the fruit of the vine the peach peeled when the pie and the cake is all made to Creator we kneel and appeal with a smile for the gifts which he gave. Now in unison hearts do rejoice for each hour, for each day; He's a shield: for the sun, and the stars, and the wind in the wood, for all life so revealed. As the birds in the sky wave fall bye; we will dream of what winter conceals. By Debbie Guzzi. Note: Debbie is a published poet at my poetry site. Her talent is startling obvious in this great piece..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 3] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-12-2015 08:40 PM “The Rank Stench Of Those Bodies Haunts Me Still” - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still And I remember things I'd best forget. For now we've marched to a green, trenchless land Twelve miles from battering guns: along the grass Brown lines of tents are hives for snoring men; Wide, radiant water sways the floating sky Below dark, shivering trees. And living-clean Comes back with thoughts of home and hours of sleep. To-night I smell the battle; miles away Gun-thunder leaps and thuds along the ridge; The spouting shells dig pits in fields of death, And wounded men, are moaning in the woods. If any friend be there whom I have loved, God speed him safe to England with a gash. It's sundown in the camp; some youngster laughs, Lifting his mug and drinking health to all Who come unscathed from that unpitying waste: (Terror and ruin lurk behind his gaze.) Another sits with tranquil, musing face, Puffing bis pipe and dreaming of the girl Whose last scrawled letter lies upon his knee. The sunlight falls, low-ruddy from the west, Upon their heads. Last week they might have died And now they stretch their limbs in tired content. One says 'The bloody Bosche has got the knock; 'And soon they'll crumple up and chuck their games. 'We've got the beggars on the run at last!' Then I remembered someone that I'd seen Dead in a squalid, miserable ditch, Heedless of toiling feet that trod him down. He was a Prussian with a decent face, Young, fresh, and pleasant, so 1 dare to say. No doubt he loathed the war and longed for peace, And cursed our souls because we'd killed bis friends. One night he yawned along a half-dug trench Midnight; and then the British guns began With heavy shrapnel bursting low, and 'hows' Whistling to cut the wire with blinding din. He didn't move; the digging still went on; Men stooped and shoveled; someone gave a grunt, And moaned and died with agony in the sludge. Then the long hiss of shells lifted and stopped. He stared into the gloom; a rocket curved, And rifles rattled angrily on the left Down by the wood, and there was noise of bombs. Then the damned English loomed in scrambling haste Out of the dark and struggled through the wire, And there were shouts and curses; someone screamed And men began to blunder down the trench Without their rifles. It was time to go: He grabbed his coat; stood up, gulping some bread; Then clutched his head and fell. I found him there In the gray morning when the place was held. His face was in the mud; one arm flung out As when he crumpled up; his sturdy legs Were bent beneath his trunk; heels to the skye. Siegfried Sassoon --------------------------------------------------------------- He was there, this is what he saw. --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 4] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-13-2015 08:04 PM I Remember When I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty, But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!" Gas cost 30 cents per gallon and hamburger was 19 cents a pound, And a buck would atone my sins when collection plates were passed around! I remember when a haircut cost two-bits at Harry's Barbershop, And a hotdog cost 15 cents and ya paid a nickel fer a Nehi pop. A dollar twenty-five bought a lunch of meatloaf and mashed pertaters, That included a slab of cherry pie and a side of salad with termaters! It cost a quarter to see 'Gone With The Wind' at the movin' pitcher show, And fer a tub of popcorn and a coke ya needn't spend a ton of dough! Double scoop ice cream cones cost a dime and a nickel fer a candy bar. I remember that a loaf of bread cost 12 cents and a nickel bought a fine cigar! Ya could buy a suit of clothes and a pair of shoes fer twenty bucks er so, And a dime would buy ya a couple of donuts to dunk in yer cuppa joe. A postage stamp cost 3 cents and fer a nickel ya could guzzle a glass of beer, And a college education cost about 300 smackaroos per academic year! Fer about 4 bucks ya could treat yer date to a show and banana split, And later steal a smooch which would cost ya not one whit! Nowadays fer such necessaries ya must work yer fingers to the bone, And to keep apace with inflation, find a friendly banker to seek a loan! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Poet friend from my poetry site gave permission to present his poem here. He nails it and I am almost old enough to remember most of that. -------Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 5] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-18-2015 02:53 PM by Viv Wigley And then I opened that door- for comp (For Competition 'And then I opened THAT door', sponsor- John Lawless) And then I opened that door My relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass. Could have done with company on such a painful walk my passenger I'd left behind, no-one to hear me talk a light (could it be hope?) I'm sure I saw not far ahead so I took the avenue called naive to see just where it led. The house of Her, it's elegant facade, I really was impressed not sure if I should ring the bell, being not ideally dressed my cares were worn and dreams were torn, not sure if all that matters holes right through my optimism and happiness in tatters no harm in stopping by, I thought, so hey-ho, what the hell just take the bullshit by the horns, go up and ring the bell. No answer, but a sudden gust of wind opened the door and I stepped in, whilst wondering had I been here before. The corridor stretched out before me, doors to left and right Not sure how many, since I was too young to see the light. The first door was denied to me, and so were all it's kin but since I was alone, I thought I'll just go kick it in. The first room just enticed me with it's beauty, grace and form, a fire of passion crackled in the grate that made me warm. The next room was a cellar, Magnums full of ruby wine full bodied and intoxicating, all this could be mine. The third room swathed in velvet, silk and lace, so smooth and cool, to not lie in such luxury would make a man a fool excited and emboldened now from all I'd seen before spoiled child rampaged from place to place and then opened THAT door. The blast took me right off my feet, I crashed into the ground the house of Her shook violently upon the Banshee sound full force, indignant anger, outright rage, fury unleashed as only then I understood the nature of the beast. My welcome suddenly outstayed, my fault, for had I known it though I had been invited in, walked round as if I owned it The room hissed in an icy tone as she laid bare my crime that I would have been more welcome taking one room at a time but men will open every door to fulfil all their needs the key to each door is respect, no barrier to greed. Tornado fire, the Vixen's ire ripped me into the yard winded, no breath left in me, my ego landed hard. Got up slowly, brushed myself down and rubbed my aching head eagerness had bled right out and brashness torn to shreds. Staggered back out through the gate and turned along the lane raised my collar round my neck and headed home again. You see, my relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass. A light...................... By Viv Wigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Friend and fellow poet , Viv Wigley , from my poetry site kindly granted my request to post this poem he recently entered in a contest there. I found this gem this morn and added it to my favorite poem list there, next made the request to be allowed to present it here. He generously agreed. A poet with a lot of talent...--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 6] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-22-2015 08:20 PM Below is the poem entitled The Billabong which was written by poet Lindsay Laurie. Lindsay , my good friend has kindly given me permission to post here, ANY of his poems I may want to choose! And he has so very many that are exceptionally good. --Tyr The Billabong There’s an old river course with beginning and end, now the river runs straight without this river bend, where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong. New life has taken over in a billabong. The mat rush is spreading replacing the sedge, and old fallen gum trees lean in from the edge creating a haven in the shelter below for smelt or gudgeon, and the common minnow. There’s a ring on the water, so danger is nigh, and life is now over for one caddis fly. Dragonflies hover on their predator flight, so mosquito and midges best keep out of sight. There is many a song around a billabong to break up the still with an assembly throng from birds of the forest, and wading birds too, so the billabong offer is there to pursue... ... for blue heron and egret, coot and the teal, and for the banded rail that the bulrush conceal. In the billabong shadowed by gum and ti-tree, bellbirds are tinkling; wattlebirds disagree. An oft-diving grebe keeps on searching for food for the striped downy chicks of its latest brood, and a hunting kingfisher waits keen for its prey from a twig of a gum tree it frequents all day. There is many a scent around a billabong, filling the air with the perfume quite strong, from black wattle and mint bush, or mistletoe cascading from gum trees where only they grow. Painted lady butterfly flit upon flowers, and blue banded bees keep on working for hours on lilies and orchids, heath, sweet appleberry and clusters of flowers on a native cherry. Ribbon weed, nardoo spread out in the shallow, with buttercup, duckweed; an introduced mallow, struggling for survival near the water line, aiding coral pea that does lightly entwine. The banks of a billabong are dangerous too with predator snakes not so often in view, but they are aware, that the growling grass frog will climb from the water onto an old log. But tigers and copperhead, red-bellied black often lay in the sun on an overgrown track, where the wombat or wallaby travel along to graze on native grasses near the billabong. So life still carries on around the billabong where water looks stagnant, a bond is still strong with a river now rushing it’s way to the sea, past the billabong living, where the course used to be. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 7] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-28-2015 03:30 PM Form: Quatrain Below is the poem entitled Jeeeeez which was written by poet Andrea Dietrich. Please feel free to comment on this poem. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeeeeez ----- by Andrea Dietrich In years gone by, folks didn’t like to say God’s name to show surprise or great dismay, and so you would hear “Goodness,“ “Gol” and “Gee,“ and also euphemisms for J.C. Jiminy Cricket! Doesn’t that sound nice? Jeepers Creepers, Jason Crisp or Cheese and Rice? Godfrey Daniel! Surely you know that is slang for God and “God rot it” is “Drat!” “Oh my gosh,” “My goodness,” or simply “Lord” replaced expletives that today come poured from mouths of kids who can’t be mannerly to just say “Leapin‘ Lizards“ or “Golly Gee!”. You’ll hear (for damning something with God’s name), “Dag nabbit” and “Dad gum.” They might seem tame but fit the bill and give us a small thrill! But dang it, why would someone say “Sam Hill?” Words from the Holy Bible we enjoy employing when we say Holy Moley, Holy cow, Judas Priest (but WAIT!) For Pete’s Sake! How did Judas ever rate? Great Scott, there’s even Jumpin’ Jehosophat! How the HECK did they ever come up with that? By Jove, I’m nearly finished. Now pretty please. . . . Instead of using Christ’s name, just say Jeeeeez! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 8] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-01-2015 10:06 AM I Know Without A Doubt I know, I know, without a doubt That God’s alive and well You might ask me how I know Then you, I’d have to tell He’s in the breeze; he’s in the trees He’s there. He’s everywhere He’s in those rabbits on green lawn My God, is always there He made me, Me, the way I am He gave to me, my senses He makes me laugh; he makes me cry And as new morn commences He gives me need to pray to him Yet not with words real shallow He sees the joy within my heart He feels the way I glow He gives me faith in each new day He makes me know, I’m one With every single thing there is He knows I am the sum Of all there is, and ever was He let’s me know “I’m life” Because I know just who I am He shelters me from strife 21 July 2015 ------------- by Peter Duggan --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another poet friend's poem the second one presented today, whose talent is great as is my great friend Peter Duggan's recent poem.-Tyr The Twilight Moor Gazing out upon dusky barren moor, Where gray grass grasps the air Finding no purchase but sad allure Straight stalks elapse their endless despair. Teased by tales of golden reach Tricked by gales, whose song they preach. Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky, Maroon lips who kiss the grass Stirring the song, its desperate sigh Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass Behind her, midnight shadow draws Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws Scarlet tears dampen the earth below Nurture the roots held by dusty truth Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow The hawk once, now the fountain of youth. Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare, Each blade bowed in mournful prayer. BY Avery Swarthout, 5-27-2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 9] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-02-2015 10:56 PM The Poet Who Never Was I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold With clear access to writing that was mature and bold. I thought I could go roaming beside the foaming sea And watch the seagulls gliding to give a show for free. I thought I was a poet who walked along the beach In awe I stood and wondered, my hand stretched out to reach The silver thread dividing the water from the sky And traced Selena’s features as slowly she went by. I thought I was a poet who knew what joy could be On hearing water roaring cascading down with glee. I looked for inspiration, experienced utmost thrill When climbing down the valley or up the verdant hill. I thought I was a poet in charge of heat and cold But lost my true emotions when I was duped and told I had to reach perfection to please my heart and mind By means of imitation. My soul I left behind. I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold But now all of a sudden I’m weary, frail and old. I thought I was a poet. My pen is of no use. With teary eyes I whisper to my dejected muse. ------------------------------------------------------------- Author: Paul Callus Contest: Million Dollar Poem Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 1st ~ 13th June 2015 Chosen Poem of the day ~ 8th May 2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 10] Author : Balu Date : 08-03-2015 12:16 AM Robert! Thank you for your being. For ME you are like a key water source in a desert of our life! I am NOT flattering. DO believe! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 11] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-04-2015 08:49 PM Robert! Thank you for your being. For ME you are like a key water source in a desert of our life! I am NOT flattering. DO believe! Always nice to have somebody that reads and appreciates poetry my friend. Poetry without any doubt is an art form. It can be as simple or as complex is is our existence. It can climbs the heights of imagination, console the soul and gift in numerous ways to others..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 12] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-04-2015 08:58 PM From A Cafe Table In this hour they called it the French lace minutes the sound of autumn leaves falling unbearable to the ear I slip out in the echoing space between now and then it's an insect like feeling that buzzes around too fast to be recognized then a coat slides to the ground heels are clapping hands with wooden floor ashtrays are laid to rest and on a bus ticket my pen is scribbling you are here you are here you are here © Gry W Christensen ---------------------------------- Brewing Sunsets In Teapots I brew sunsets in teapots I drink the dawn from a mug and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed when I guess I should sit quietly pristine, with my legs crossed instead but each day is so fragile they black out every evening in the west and all I got is these frail minutes and I only want to live them, as if they were a fest. © Gry W Christensen -------------------------------- The Anchor I once loved an anchor one of those that sails on skin one of those that has a rowing heart and pelting blood within One of those who blows mussel covered kisses one of those that tells mermaids salty lies one of those who'll go down with rum and shackles the day he finally dies. © Gry W Christensen ------------------------------------------- My friend, the German poet that has vanished from my poetry site...--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 13] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-14-2015 01:07 AM I look around me and I see --------------------------------------- BY Peter Duggan , Australia I look around me and I see So much lovely mystery It fills my heart it fills my soul I feel the power, and I feel whole The birds, the trees, the lovely flowers The sun that opens dawn’s sweet hour I love it all, I always will No one could ever know the way I feel I walk in peace those wetland trails I feel the wind, sometimes it howls I hear those birds in yonder trees I see those leaves dance on the breeze I hear the ravens lonely call I feel the rain as it gently falls I see the lake shine with delight I see the stars that fill the sky each night I love this life, it’s beautiful I love each day, I love it all I feel such joy touching my soul This loveliness, makes me feel whole The power of life is strong in me I’m part of all this mystery I feel gods power everywhere No matter where I look she’s always there 15 April 2013 --------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by my very good friend Peter Duggan from Perth , Australia . Who has also very kindly sent me two signed copies of his poetry books. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 14] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-22-2015 08:02 AM The Poet's Invitation Oh, visit me, though I've not looked for you Show me you care; come share a word or two Look for my name, in all the names you see Come spend some time, be ray of sun to me Visit Me How will I know if you like what you read I long to know that I fulfill a need That what I write is solace for your soul My little rhymes, a balm that makes you whole Visit me Come let communion wash away your fear Let words of comfort dry away that tear In blessed little rhymes, is sweet reprieve and warmth and comfort in the lines I weave Visit Me Come visit me when others tear you down Come visit me when in despair you drown Come visit me when hope from heart has flown Come visit me when pain is all you've know Visit me My words will be the kiss upon your cheek The elixir of youth, when you are weak My lines will be the bandage that will bind I hope that what you seek, in me you'll find Visit Me Come and visit....ME.... Eileen Manassian ------------------------------------------- A new poem by my good friend Eileen................ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 15] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-23-2015 07:56 PM In Gory Red Haze, Brave Men Weep And Moan Blast your trumpets, on blood soaked ground! In that red haze, brave men weep and moan, Yet, brutal war echoes pain in every sound. Down lay spirits of mortal men forever gone Days of youthful hopes turned to patches of dust, dirt covered , forever residing all alone fool's gold now turned to blackened rust. Look ye, for a reason for fools to fight and die sing out to duty , duty of warriors bold remain aloft, blind to widows left to cry. Price matters not, heroes destined to never grow old War, testament to courage and man's great folly sacrifice, death feeding tales retold life goes on, this world is quite jolly War, the engine driving men straight into hell For breakfast and eggs, must first break the shell! Robert J. Lindley, 05-07-2015 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Getting Lost In War When a man has lost himself In a great big ugly war He’s bound to ask himself the question What is all this for? People dying all the time For some crazy Ideal He’ll know the craziness of man And ask ‘Is this world real’? Politicians tell him that The enemy is evil The other side they tell their guys That they must also kill Though all the soldiers want to do Is to be home with their folk Deep inside there hearts they know Their leaders are a joke. Their mighty leaders suffer none They just call all the shot’s While soldiers just get on with it They know this is their lot And so they die in misery So their leaders might have power Yet if those leader had to fight Most surely they would cower 22 August 2015--Peter Duggan -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 16] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-05-2015 10:41 AM Another great poet has honored my request to present his poem here. I thank my friend David for his permission to do so. So far, no poet has said no to my request to present their work here! I am starting to think that for some strange reason they all trust me!!!! ;) GONE ON TO HEAVEN I knew this day would come Everyone of us will pass So many distractions We forget we won't last One day at the table The next an empty seat Yesterday is a memory Tomorrow death's drumbeat So I lived in the moment Celebrated the now Saw each day as sacred Created many "wows" Chased great adventures Invested in a cause Found joy in the little things And I loved just because! Now I've gone on to Heaven Met the King of Kings This place is truly glorious Wait till you see Angel's wings But for now give a listen Remember what I said These are the days for living So don't act like you're dead Fly like a butterfly Go ahead take a chance Give more than expected Taste sweet romance Walk in the meadow Take all the wonder in Dance in the moonlight Live free be born again! Like me, please.. Live in the moment Celebrate the now See each day as sacred Create many "wows" Chase great adventures Invest in a cause Find joy in the little things And love just because If in life you've been hurt I beg you let it go Learn the art of forgiveness To jealousy just say no Don't major on minors To prejudice don't give in Give your heart to Jesus Live free be born again And you'll.. Live in the moment Celebrate the now See each day as sacred Create many "wows" Chase great adventures Invest in a cause Find joy in the little things And love just because 8-29-15 Silent One's "Final Poem" Contest Copyright © 2015 Three Penguins ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This great poem so struck me that I added it to my favorite poem list there only seconds after reading it! I may check out and possibly write for that contest as I now have only one contest entry not judged as of yet. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 17] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-08-2015 09:21 PM Another great poem by my friend -Lyric man BEHIND THE SMILE Just another sinking tear In this river full of pain Racing fast to nowhere A world that's gone insane Hope committed suicide Before I had the chance Forced to live without you Teased by fool's romance But it's alright you'll never know I'm living dead but I don't show Empty words and hollow eyes Behind the smile I hide my lies Everyone has the answer None of them are right The blind lead the blind Pretending to have sight Love is such a cruel illusion A distracting fool's delight Left me poor and naked Under a waterfall of night But it's alright you'll never know I'm living dead but I don't show Empty words and hollow eyes Behind the smile I hide my lies Handcuffed by our society Scorned to a water grave Drowning in a sea of lonely And too far gone to save But it's alright you'll never know I'm living dead but I don't show Empty words and hollow eyes Behind the smile I hide my lies *One of my break up poems 3-22-15 Copyright © 2015 The LYRIC ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- One of the best break up poems Ive ever read.. Ever element is superb and the flow is magnificent! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 18] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-23-2015 09:40 PM Old Blue I’ve been lost for days now, an’ all the country looks the same. I’ve been walkin’ ‘round in circles, an’ found my footsteps once again. Me ‘tucker’ bags been empty for, three days an’ there’s this ragin’ thirst. I feel my tethers at its end. I can only fear the worst. I must keep these tired legs strugglin’ on toward the mirage up ahead. I pass the bones of sheep an’ roo’s, an’ quietly shudder at the dead. There’s not a livin’ thing around, ‘cept ‘Old Blue’ at me feet, he’s lookin’ more like mutton now, an’ good enough to eat. I stumbled to a creek bed, where red gums offered shade, with one of my last three matches, a little fire was made. ‘Old Blue’ looked bravely up at me, he knew there’s nought to eat. And I’m sure my old dog realised, he was the only meat … ‘Old Blue’ laid beside the campfire, but was lookin’ pretty scant, for he never had his coat on now. He couldn’t bark or pant. I thanked him in a sobbin’ grace … cut slices off him with a knife. A real mate was me old dog ‘Blue’. I know he saved me life. ‘Old Blue’ deserves a medal, for the dedication he has shown. He’d know that I was upset now, ‘cause I hate eatin’ on me own. Old memories came floodin’ back, now I’m full I feel so sad, as I recall the good times, ‘Old Blue’ and I have had. I stared into the glowin’ embers, an’ watched ‘em slowly die. With what was goin’ through me head, a tear fell from me eye, I sadly eyed the little pile that had built up on the stones … Thinkin’ ‘Gee I wish that Blue was here … he would’a loved them bones’. Copyright © 2015 Lindsay Laurie --------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------- This fine poem, written by my Australian friend Lindsay Laurie, so struck me this morn that I sent him a pm asking to be allowed to post it here... He graciously gave permission to do so. A very talented poet and jolly good fellow..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 19] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-14-2016 08:52 AM Wisconsin Autumn--By Robert A. Hall--United States Wisconsin Autumn When the moon is full of bluster And the wind its bidding does, Then the birling leaves will muster For the dance that ever was. Then you know the Iceman's coming With a breath that chills the soul. With the sun our faces shunning, Bank your fires with Spring the goal. Robert A. Hall, a Marine Vietnam Veteran, served 5 terms in the Massachusetts State Senate. He was an Association Executive from 1982 to 2013, retiring due to pulmonary fibrosis for a lung transplant 12/23/13. His 11 books, including two of poetry, Old Jarhead Poems and Share the Cup are here: http://tinyurl.com/n79esoh. Royalties go to charity. He does the Old Jarhead blog. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 20] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-13-2016 03:41 PM A Guitarist's Night ----------------------------------------------by Keith O.J. Hunt Fresh kiss.... bottle of wine Made love til half-past nine, mellow Hendrix, 'Little Wing' 'Hey Baby' ---- She moaned to it, sighing soft, purred to it.... A beautiful old music carrying us away; she was so French, crazy in love ---- romping the house with purple eyes and little blue(s) pant*es, I cooked for her dishes, hours to please her wet-appetite, insatiable... always red lipstick thick, pure white chics; all Woman, she was Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014 ------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------ My friend Keith usually writes in a more classical old style form but here he modernized his verses quite a bit and presented a fine poem. We are currently doing a collaboration. I will present it here when he writes the second part, as I sent my first half to him a few days ago. I have no doubt that he will either match it equally or even exceed it in quality..-Tyr ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- Blossom Sonnet ----------------------------------------------------------by Keith O.J. Hunt When the winter winds have stole their shivered breath, And warmer now, snow is shed, what lovely can bring when it sings; (From mountains deep to waken sleep) And gather the birds to their blossomed boughs, singing their elated woody sounds, (gently loitering in elder trees) speckled chirps in forest green Neath budding Sylvan mistletoe the earth is born-again, ages old returns this ditty of long ago (til rejoicing in leafy worlds) Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014 ^^^^ This is more his usual style..... --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 21] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-14-2016 12:16 PM I am not usually a big fan of the "free verse poetry form" but this one by this very fine poetess is truly exceptional work IMHO. I HOPE THE READER WILL GREATLY ENJOY IT...-Tyr The Generous Bard (The Merry Adventures of Robin Good) Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man up, down, tricking eggs between branches slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green Master of disguise reaching for the top archers spot, A bard, with uncanny precision, ROBIN nonstop Splitting his opponent LIKE A BOSS! Aiming arrows, where broken women sit Creating fantasies, for his band of hypocrites A serenade, of jealousy and mayhem A poetic outlaw, generously taking what others earn Wearing black tights, the hottest profile, sipping wine A lust beyond Dorthy's Rainbow, a venomous poem Somewhere, covered in leprechaun's gold His chest is cold - Yet warm from all the hands caressing this bard, He is the best, gravity has no weight on his pen, A soundless soldier having his way with his sword, Executing those who challenge him, Breathing life into many empty accounts Giving voices and self-encouragement With no time to drop down this bard from cloud nine A dissipation of air fresheners and hello's Painting pain just to pretend it hurts the person A fragile voice whispering in the shadows Slithering Secrets; From this hooded bard who carries no face, A mask of lies, taking what belongs to others. Robin of honor, graveled by his peasants MISUNDERSTOOD in every fashion, yet he preys Pipping dreams away, down an infested rat's path Shoving Little Johns hopes down the list Robin is no common criminal, just a bard Wearing a dark cloak, when in disguise taking from the greedy --- giving to the needy Thank you for enjoying my story Robin Good and his network of Merry Men 2-3-16 Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 22] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-17-2016 03:14 PM Old Death ----------------------------by Keith O.J. Hunt Old death, companion-less, but for a scythe and Old Man Time; You have vanquished both the weak, and the mighty, But for the great man upon the cross, his wings were too swift for thy vast cemetery, and his crown rests on every head in your tombstone sea, he's the only one who escaped thee: Old death, companion-less, but for a scythe and Old Man Time: the heavens you cannot roam.... Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014 --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- I just found this gem by my friend Keith. Impressed me so much that I decided to present the poem here for others to read and enjoy. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 23] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-17-2016 09:54 PM My Son You struggled Screaming Fighting that creature Sleep But I managed to rock you Off into calm and bliss And peace And as I wrote Looking over Every once and again To see you embraced Enveloped in dream You woke and looked at me. "Hush." I whispered. "Daddy is right here... Beside you." You smiled acknowledgement Falling back Into that place I am not allowed And I cried Not full of envy But satiated in unconditional Love Love for all that Light and hope you fill My humble chest with I cried because before you smiled Before you fell Back to sleep I felt the glory it is To be a parent... Copyright © Joseph Granda-Padron | Year Posted 2016 An exceptional and clear message very eloquently delivered! I too, have felt that same feeling many, many times...A7 I am adding this gem to my favorite poems list now.. Thanks, Robert ^^^^^ Presenting this fine poem and my comment made to its author after reading it tonight.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 24] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-22-2016 08:57 AM A Gift from God - A Sonnet--By Elaine George--Canada A Gift from God - A Sonnet I am a wish, a prayer from mortal’s lips That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood A gift from God’s unconditional love So love and cherish me as God does you And guide and teach me well in all I do And through the years a garden we will grow Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose And on the day I reach maturity And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree To show the world the colors that are me Rejoice in all the beauty that you see For I am your child the gift that God gave No More than a wish and a prayer - away. ----------------------------------- ----------------------------------- Brief Bio-- Born in New Brunswick, Elaine George spent the early years of her life living in Lorneville (a small fishing village along the Bay of Funday) still inhabited by many of her family members. Much of her writing is inspired by the memories of that place and those wonderful people. She has published two volumes of poetry and is currently writing a novel entitled Out of the Darkness. Many of her poems and short stories have appeared in magazines in both Canada and the United States. Currently she lives with her husband in Wainfleet, Ontario. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 25] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-24-2016 11:00 AM Fearing the Vision I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath. In long dark corridors where he had sinned I watched him crawling down an arcane path. His murmurous mumblings I could not hear, though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice. I knew instinctively there was much to fear. In the surreal moment I had to make a choice. When he woke on that cloudy thundering morn I broached the problem that he could not defend. His gorgeous green eyes were infused with scorn and I cried knowing we'd reached the bitter end. ~ ~ ~ I heard he keeps pretending everything is just fine but I know his life is still ruled by the raging winds. His dazzling smile is a façade that does not shine when he looks in a mirror, for he sees his own sins. If my dream had not become so frightening and vivid my vision may not have found a way to make me see the Mr. Hyde he becomes when his temper turns livid. His next innocent victim could have possibly been me. __________________________________________ 4/24/16 MR's More Than the Eye can See Contest Copyright © 2016 Lin Lane A recent poem by a very good poet friend of mine. One of those true and kind souls that wears no false mask. A rare and beautiful gem.....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 26] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2016 08:35 AM Leaves of the Dead Les feuilles mortes They fall like dead soldiers Dreams knifed in the dead of night It is as yesterday Once more Where love was kissing my cheek Where hopes had dreams One could see the blossom of loves desires Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates Ah now I am holding a cane I have all but forgotten yesterday I have no lovers My friends have all but gone To their designated places in the ground Piano keys in soft lit lounges I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie If only there was love… Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts If only there was love When the metro finds it’s unwitting end Reality and cubes make ugly paintings There are only drunks Dreamers and bums Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates If you can sober up and face the poverty Of your empty aspirations of hope Come to the bois de Vincennes Where Kings and Queens danced and dined What better place To splay the butter So that the knife slides smooth Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine Autumn leaves will fall Dead again Leaves falling in the park Autumn coldness brings the dark Death marching towards winters fate Young love broken at the graveyard gates Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016 This from my very good friend Arthur...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 27] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-27-2016 09:28 PM A Soldiers Oath Soldier on my brave friend one loyalty to bear it is to this we owe our stock and for fortune duly share When dark hours invade our hearts with no plan for our escape we will tighten ranks and challenge fear for the future is ours to shape Together if we face the brink of never turning back may all see one set of prints left showing from our tracks To that end what will has forged we'll finish you and I together as one to see it through such loyalty never dies. 04/20/2016 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 28] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-28-2016 12:48 PM A Lament For My Uncle, As His Day Approaches Steel resolution, made a thousand times To reach across black rift between closed hearts Carefully constructed, a thousand lines Rose incantation, enchanted restart Dim hourglass of the blind excuse dancer Clings desperately to its final grains Dark wolf’s mouth slavers, he smells your cancer Speak now, or forever we keep these pains Knock on your door, thunderous echoes fade Younger guilt and fear restrain me no more Resolve not weakened, steady hand not stayed Blade drains poison, flowing blood you ignore One thing stands clear at your onrushing end: It takes just one to break, but two to mend. 4/26/16 © Thomas W. Quigley Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016 This is an example of Tom's magnificent poetry talent. I read the poem and immediately added this gem to my favorite poem's list! Contacted Tom and he kindly gave his permission for me to present his creation here.. Struck me deeply, as I too once had a huge rift between myself and my mother. One that lasted for 21 years, until I finally saw the pain in my heart was false and I made amends to her...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 29] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-04-2016 08:13 AM THRESHOLDS: Collaborative Double Sonnets "THRESHOLDS" By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief. When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound. Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind with love embrace all, forever be kind. Cut deeply fertile soil, look for hope there reject easy life, therein lies a snare. Wisdom comes, to he that prays and then waits bad the counsels, to tempt the darkest Fates. Birds gaily feast on worms deep plows bring forth coldest are winds blasting us from the North. River never sleeps in its winding bed Greedy men, choosing not to give instead. Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- II. THE GIFT When first light is born as a precious gift, and within nature, reminds us how near. To this: Earth, beast, man, and all life we lift, because any day above ground is dear. Winter comes and life seems to disappear, there's no hope in green or bloom to the vine. Spring enters in joy wrapped boxes of cheer, bringing her favors, though fragile and fine. Courage is gift to the sad and declined, celebration and dance, to the budding. Certain is the hope for those who have climbed, from the purge of the fire and flooding. Then, each one decides to take or to give, the ultimate gift, is give and forgive. By Edlynn Nau May, 03, 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 30] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-16-2016 07:46 AM Trust, mistrust New friendships form and spawn a playful child fingers of innocence explore the bond each passing day it grows, entranced, beguiled wide-eyed it sees the now but not beyond. To freely give, thinking only the best, be generous in mind and heart and soul, welcomes with open arms and bares it's breast ignores the foibles and accepts the whole. Out of the blue Janus now turns his face and tramples on the love that trust had bought, no mercy shown, no shame and no disgrace, all that had gone before has come to nought. Friends come and go, so treat them all the same else by the rules they set you play the game. 1st March 2016 Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016 ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- Another truly awesome poet from my poetry site.. THIS MAN CAN DO IT ALL IN POETRY AND I PREDICT ONE DAY WILL BE A VERY WELL KNOWN POET..-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 31] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-18-2016 08:07 AM Message from a tree Just watch the beauty of a tree She stands alone so wise, and free Bathing within the morning sun A message from the holy one She’s a symbol of the stillness Magnificent she’s nothing less So golden from the suns bright rays I sit and watch her in a haze This tree, she dances on the breeze I love to ponder on these trees Who’s branches reach up to the skies Her roots reach down, her branches rise When roots reach down; branches grow high This we must learn before we die 18 May 2016 Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016 -------------------------------------------- Sonnet Written by my very good Australian friend--Peter Duggan... --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 32] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-19-2016 05:50 AM LET ME BELONG I walk with the crowd, all alone, I look at the strained faces of strangers, the dead emptiness of their eyes, the weariness of their broken smiles searching for hope of tomorrow… I follow…I follow I have no family, I have no country, I have no past, I have no present, only the emptiness of my heart’s memories of a land, once my home, now ravished by war. With images of my past left behind… I cry…I cry I follow the crowd to promises of lies, In the passing forms I see silhouettes of pain, hear the cries of despair, shouts of anger, I feel the tears of nothingness. With words of silent prayers of hope… I pray…I pray What is my sin to deserve a lesser life, when all I want is freedom to exist. What is our sin to be turned away, when all we want is a place to rest. What is my sin when all I want… is to belong…to belong. May 5th, 2016 T.J Grén Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016 ----------------------------------------------------------- From my good friend and previous collaboration partner Teppo.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 33] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-19-2016 10:11 AM Passage of life Consequent to this passage they call life, I became a pilgrim searching for a guide. Each haven was a short sojourn, as fate brought me teachers, but not all the answers. Until I met a woman who revealed darkness, I looked to the moon and learnt about light. I realised my eyes had deceived me, when I stumbled upon a man who could not see. A girl who could not hear, touched my soul, and in essence gifted me the art of listening. When I heard fools engage in absurd talk, my tongue became silent, unless it was deemed necessary to speak. I learnt the power of the smallest gesture, when I saw a smile on sad child's face. As I walked among those with tears in their eyes, I learnt the power of a positive mind, for tears would only hamper my quest. In sadness, I realised that only happiness, would help to escape such a demise, forever, I wore a smile and learnt the power of laughter. In essence, I learnt to become strong, from the burdens upon my shoulders. I realised the importance of love, when I saw hatred in the eyes of a lost soul. I learnt the power of compassion, when I saw a boy dying from hunger. I understood the value of truth, when I became surrounded by lies. In defeat, I learnt humbleness, in victory, I learnt nothing. I learnt about courage, when I saw a coward hiding. I learnt many a lesson, through messages during adversity. But.. I finally understood life, when I saw those dying... SilentOne, July 8, 2016 "Simple musing" ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Very glad to have been given permission by my friend SilentOne to post his new poem here. Without doubt, he is a poet's poet... and a great friend.. This is a free verse gem.....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 34] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-12-2016 07:46 AM Presenting two guest poets and their recent superb poems..-Tyr Form: Villanelle | Listen To Night's Music Play - For Becca In my arms listen to night’s music play, As we lie by a stream of love’s delight, We wish the velvet dark night it could stay. Now send all the cares of the day away, Together we lie in silver moonlight, In my arms listen to night’s music play. Now in our peace our love we do display, As our passions do come forth shining bright, We wish the velvet dark night it could stay. I hold you close and our love flows gently, Your lips meet mine in the kiss of the night, In my arms listen to night’s music play. Your eyes they do shine with love perfectly, I drown in the depths of their love tonight, We wish the velvet dark night it could stay. Come join me tonight in love’s sweet embrace, In my arms listen to night’s music play, Ever be with me with angelic grace, We wish the velvet dark night it could stay. (Shine On In Dream Series.) Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016 -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Exceptional Villanelle IMHO. This poetry form I have never written in that I can recall. Certainly restrictive in its requirements, perhaps that is why.. Yet Mike wrote a truly great piece...... -Tyr ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Form: Quintain (English) | She Wept In Languished Moan She wept as they buried her one true love. Each day thereafter she brought him a rose, the flower she knew he was fondest of. Her grief unbearable, beyond repose. What pain and suffering his death bestows. Nothing prevented her daily visit. She didn't want him to feel all alone. When beside him her face was exquisite. When weary she would sigh and then lay prone, weeping for her love in soft languished moan. 23rd of July 2016 Two Stanzas - Two Only Contest-Broken Wings This is an English Quintain, 10 syllables per line with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-b Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016 My good friend, Lin Lane never fails to present exceptional poetry! Great talent, great personality and a very generous lady...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 35] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-13-2016 09:38 AM Sands of Time At first, a lazily flowing river Timeless warm glow of a summer’s day In love with the world’s vibrancy Inaudible, clock ticking Safe in seeming endlessness Each day a lifetime Some wished away Years accrue Time’s grains Fall Flow Faster Sweet life full Moments precious A n t i c i p a t e d milestones fly past, too fast Children’s years wax eternal While ours accelerate quickly Scenery outside the train’s window Ever more beautiful, yet blurring, faster 7/13/16 © Thomas W. Quigley Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016 ----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- Beautiful poetry by my friend Tom Quigley! Great talent and very kind heart....----------Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 36] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-21-2016 09:13 AM 1986 When we first met, there was no stopping us, no matter was the time, or where the space, fulfilling urges, minimum of fuss we always seemed to find suitable place. Shop doorways, or the golf course (eighteenth hole) the walk home late at night ended in lust, to end the night in passion was our goal to take a risk fulfilling it, we must. You turn and take the duvet to your side I fight to gain possession of some heat your comfort, though, you will not be denied upon my back you warm your frozen feet. The years have changed quite how we play the game but then again I love you just the same Viv Wigley For contest 'which of the four would you choose', sponsor Sara Kendrick 20th August 2016 Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016 ------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------ My good friend, writes great poetry and adds in a bit of humor as doing so!!! I admire this poet very much..... "upon my back you warm your frozen feet." Yes, was my experience, the hotter the sexy lady, the colder the feet lain upon one's back in the wee morning hours after a night of deep passionate embrace.. Youthful vigor, and wild ways..... I may yet decide to write for that contest..... --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 37] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-24-2016 06:55 AM NULLARBOR As darkness falls above the eastern skies, with dawning shadows ending heartache’s woes. Along the path wherein my future lies behind the setting sun a light yet glows. The barren earth divides a vast expanse as shadows cast by dawn are left behind. The glow of light in contrast to enhance the darkness of my perished love unkind. The sun sets over deserts reddish hues, beyond the treeless plain in hope I prance with new direction my belief renews. To west i head without a backward glance. What lays ahead beyond the Nullarbor, a dream of good to feel alive once more. 23rd August, 2016 T.J Gren Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016 For those who are not familiar with the Australian outback, the Nullarbor Plain is a stretch of semi-arid land between the Great Victoria Desert and the Great Australian Bight. It’s an almost treeless plain of over a thousand kilometers between the states of South Australia and Western Australia. I had the pleasure of crossing the Nullarbor (on my own) back in October 1981 driving across to Perth in Western Australia to seek a new direction for my life. I stayed overnight at the Nullarbor Roadhouse watching the beautiful, red sunset over the dry treeless desert. Another attempt at using Iambic Pentameter - feedback welcome. ANOTHER SUPERB SONNET BY MY GOOD FRIEND TEPPO.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 38] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-26-2016 12:06 PM NATURE’S WONDERFUL GARDEN Nature’s wonderful garden in display display of autumn colours in array array of beauty to share in delight delight of birds in a picturesque sight. Sight of swans as they fly above the ground ground that is covered by leafs as if gowned gowned by a blanket of colourful hue hue of earth moistened by a misty dew. Dew that reflects sunlights shimmering light light that wakes up into a morning bright Bright is the dawn as a new day ascends ascends to where the earth and heaven blends. Nature and seasons in a divine bliss bliss of life and beauty to reminisce. T.J Grén March 2016 My first attempt at writing a chained sonnet. Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016 My good friend Teppo, such great talent!!!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 39] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-31-2016 02:31 PM I SIT SOBBING I’m staring at the reflection in the mirror - who is the lady with the grey hair? Today a strange man came to visit me I do not recognize him … He says he is my son I try hard to remember as we talk about the past He shows me photographs of his childhood years Memories come back to me; I sob bleeding tears Dementia is robbing me, my recall is fading fast That man has now gone Saying he will visit soon Tears flow from my eyes Trapped in my own little world I sit sobbing silently Challenge- one write Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 08~31~16 Kimo and Tanka checked with how many syllables Copyright © 2016 JAN ALLISON --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- Our Spring Is Here varied 811 meter refrain Varied 8/11 Meter Refrain Our Spring Is Here Our Spring is here in two days, time So me I welcome it, with this brand new rhyme When birds they sing, such joy they’ll bring As the longer days give life to everything All the flowers will start to bloom The winter will fade away with all its gloom I’ll worship each new day that’s here With the lovely sky so blue, and very clear The swallows will arrive here soon As all the lovely birds, they sing out in tune No time to rest, birds build their nests Spring, it is the time that I am happiest Our spring is here in two days time Joy within me starts to chime I wait for seeds to bloom and grow Making sure my garden will have sweet show When birds they sing, such joy they’ll bring I’ll worship each new day that’s here No time to rest, birds build their nests I wait for seeds to bloom and grow 30 August 2016 Varied 8/11 Meter Refrain created by Christina R Jussaume on 05 31 16. 5 Quatrains in 8 11 meter throughout Our spring is Here Rhyme is Aabb ccdd eeff Aagg Refrain Stanza 4 line 1 is line 1 first stanza refrain line. Last stanza becomes line 3 of previous stanzas. These are the refrain lines Subject optional. Center Align. Line 3 stanza one has internal rhyme Line 3 stanza three has internal rhyme Copyright © 2016 peter duggan -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 40] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-04-2016 03:51 PM The editing of me My words were rewritten until they became yours As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction I wanted to resist all of those good intentions Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me You weren't listening so you couldn't hear what I was asking for Poor boy me I lacked the courage to say it loud enough I felt my voice become tiny as my heart disappeared Sure my words were somewhat awkward Still I had things to express that way My rhythm was imbedded in the word play You crumbled my granite and turned it into clay It happened slowly a bit day by day I was there hidden in the disconnected details Crystal blue eyed observations to share Becoming myself on the verge of aware You could have found me there My words weren't lacking weight or substance Like a series of road signs I pointed in a certain direction I wasn't looking for polished perfection What I desired most was emotional connection! The trip must have seemed hard You couldn't see past the curves in my road It was to difficult to decipher my emotional code So instead you bulldozed through my mind with a big truck weighted with your own heavy load If only you could have lingered and waited Maybe you could have been sated My words were interplayed and related The strength of your ego I had not anticipated In your wake I was left dejected and frustrated There had been points of interest along the way sprinkled star dust amidst the Milky Way Beneath were gardens in which you could have come to play There was no rush, I wanted you to stay Until my liquid thoughts were morphed into hay There before you I had erected statues of delight adorned in billowing fabric made of light Perhaps you were blinded by my bright unexpected in the middle of the night You could have occupied my pleasure Below my surface a spring fed treasure A gift for you beyond measure You could have witnessed the essence of me Even though you came so close you just couldn't see... Richard Lamoureux This is an old one that I have significantly reworked. Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016 --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- This one is by a poet friend of mine that is loaded with talent!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 41] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-05-2016 09:31 AM A Ray Of Sunlight We had a ray of sunlight On a crisp and cloudy day It looked like a sparkling diamond In those clouds so deep and grey It was a welcome pause During days of winter showers When one was scared to blink In case they miss those daylight hours A lovely day of sunshine Was nice to see once again It left behind the weariness Of all that goddamned rain It became a nice reminder That spring is on its way Oh, how it cheers my heart so much To see blue sky, not grey We had a ray of sunlight But now that ray has gone As evening sky is all afire As a deep red sky comes on This is natures parting light That my glad eyes can see That the beauty of some heaven Is waiting there for me Vera Duggan Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2016 --------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- This piece is from my good friend and fellow poet Peter Duggan's wife, Vera. Great talent in the entire family as Mother, father ad daughter all write poetry! I've added this one to my fav list and it inspires in many ways!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 42] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-06-2016 11:35 AM SONNET – SEASONS GRACE The hem of nature floats as seasons blend with winter’s lasting days now lost and spent, as endless summer frozen shadows mend without the youthful feelings of lament. In distant land where future dreams ascend beneath the southern sky of golden light, by heaven‘s gift a love of life transcends on landscapes tranquil beauty’s kind delight. As graceful night unfolds its cast on day with morning dew of many coloured hues, and sunrise magic cuddles shoreline's bay, the warmth of life another love renews. With fervor I adore the seasons grace, as nature's peaceful fairness I embrace. T.J Grén 18th June, 2016 Another fine poem from my good friend Teppo.. He excels in every poetry form that he tries but none more so than in his writing sonnets IMHO.--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 43] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-22-2016 01:09 PM Beyond Her Reach Immersed in poignant thoughts she stands where water slides upon the beach. She yearns for him, although she knows that he is far beyond her reach. She calls his name, but all in vain; her voice drifts slowly out to sea. It trails along the silver path to depths wherein his soul rests free. She often comes to the same spot to keep alive within her heart the cherished dreams which once they shared, a past from which she can’t depart. The air turns cold. She draws her shawl around her arms and shoulders bare. The breeze reminds her of his hands when they caressed, ran through her hair. It’s getting late and with a sigh reluctantly she turns away just as a lonely silhouette emerges from the moonlit bay. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Title: 3 words 1st stanza~line 4 Contest: Five Rhyming Stanzas Sponsor: Broken Wings Placed 1st © 26th August 2016 Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016 ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- A FANTASTIC POEM BY MY GOOD FRIEND AND FELLOW POET PAUL CALLUS WHO HAILS FROM MALTA. I have read many of his poems-- none have ever disappointed me! Each one inspired me to improve my own poetry and stay on message--truth and giving to others..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 44] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-23-2016 11:28 AM Bleed for me Why? Why what she says? Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself? Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know? Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet You see only as you wish, no one looks closer At the inside of me No one sees the mirror I see Tiss not true, I see through your eyes Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness You see nothing ok? I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign Singing with the wind She whispers If I cut myself, to pieces I will slowly disappear and float away Inside will be outside The emptiness in my eyes will be everywhere The Ferris-Wheel ride will end I slowly gathered up some rather random thoughts My life was sunny Then one day it rained Then sunny Rain and sun, rain and sun Then the rain came again And again… Dark clouds hovered The days all became nights Until there was daylight no more A ghost taunted… I no longer mattered Until I became the ghost So you see, I have nothing left to cut She shyly looked over at me, confused it seemed You, you… you have money You look handsome I dare say you seem well off You have it all, and want for nothing The neon sign, the crickets, the bedside clock A symphony of sound in a room of silence, tick tock. Tick tock. Slowly, I discovered words, softly I dared repeat them You said I see nothing In this, is true, I did look into your eyes, I saw Inside of you nothing as you say Emptiness I saw a poverty of wanton desire, lost to this world In this you are also wrong For as I stared you refused to avert my curiosity Our eyes locked The emptiness inside of you You see Is me Time continued its journey Tick Tock went the clock Silence crept towards a comfort Imperceptible, a few of their fingers interlaced Touching The neon sign stop flickering And cried Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016 This true gem is from the fantastically creative pen of my good friend Arthur Vaso... VERSES THAT SO CLEARLY SHOW THE GREAT DEPTH OF THE SOUL OF A TRUE AND IMMENSELY TALENTED POET.. I CAN AND DO ADMIRE NOT ONLY HIS FINE TALENT BUT ALSO HIS HONORABLE CHARACTER AND KINDNESS. -TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 45] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-04-2016 07:07 AM The Day She Disappeared A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire Where were you when she disappeared? Is the moment caught in your mind? Were you nervous as the day neared, or to its approach were you blind? She took the lonely winding road towards the hills in purple haze. The weary sun took one last look then cast away its fading rays. Were you watching the sun go down? Did you grasp the consequences? Did you see sunset's halo crown; did waning light stir your senses? She walked ahead; not once looked back nor did she pause or hesitate. As shadows fell to twilight’s touch she came at last to heaven’s gate. Did you imagine her entry to God's heavenly, lasting life? Could you see the guarding sentry as the joy in heaven was rife? She left behind no next of kin, no faithful fans or floodlit stage. The only ones who mourned for her were a few friends of ripened age. If no one recalls her passage, does that mean she did not exist? When the reaper sends his carriage, do our thoughts of loved ones desist? More autumns came and winters too remaining leaves withered and fell since her soul rose into the blue. Is there no more story to tell? I thank Paul for joining me in this collaboration and apologize for taking so long to post it. As some of you know, my house flooded and I've been dealing with health issues as well. Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2016 Brilliantly creative and imaginative piece by two friends of mine. Both poets are very talented in multiple poetry forms.. --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 46] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-05-2016 11:24 AM By Clannach Falls - For Jan By Clannach falls together we shall share our dream The water crashes down from on high so supreme As we do lie on emerald green before Clannach pool Leaving behind some of the love we share the clannach rule The journey taken to the falls through valley long By the side of Clannach river ever moving strong Fed by the Clannach pool hidden away Where we shall both find ourselves this sunny day On our right the Clannach woods they do reach high A song of woodland praise they sing up to the sky Together hand in hand we do walk along Our hearts they are singing love’s own song We hear the crashing of waters fall from Clannach heights Now we look forward to our love’s sights The Clannach Falls hold beauty at their core Love shall come when with the one you adore Now we reach the bend and we do see Crystal clear waters that shall ever be They fall from mighty heights high above Their roar shall be our song as we release our love Hand in hand we run to the pool Your hand now within the water clear and cool Now our dream moves on at love’s own pace I now caress your oh so beautiful face We now do hear a lone eagle cry As it soars in the rich azure sky The Clannach moves our passion’s love along Love is ours when far away from life’s throng Our dream shall go on through the night Our love forever shall be a brilliant light Dreams can be so soft and alluring When love does flow through dreams enduring (Dreams Of Tomorrow Series.) Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 47] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-06-2016 09:33 AM Let My Quill Always Write Even If Unheard A very wise woman once said I must write just for me, let there be no other reason for e x p r e s s i n g my soul- For I’ve l o n g e d for this passion to continue for eternity, and at my worst is when my journal seems to be full. LET my pen proclaim my adoration for only my heart, let my verses s c r e a m my insight for only my eyes to see- If there are souls who would like to t e a r my words apart, then I shall sit back and let it go very calm and quietly. No other can determine MY worth as a poetess, I am who I am and happen to appreciate my benediction- Tonight I will s o f t l y lay in bed and sincerely digress on the meaning of what my QUILL releases without restriction. I may not be famous or hold a popular moment in the light, I may not be the best at every l i t t l e thing that I do- I can sure be stubborn and I’ll admit, not always right, but s e r v i n g my internal purpose I shall ALWAYS continue. My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen, I’ve become a woman with whom has great worth- Then please tell me why I seem to get so upset when, I am condemned for what I WRITE when f e e l i n g at my worst. I am a child of God who pours sunshine upon every word I write, if there are others who don’t see the value in my words- I will no longer be losing any more p e a c e f u l sleep at night, and I will continue to write just for me, EVEN IF UNHEARD. Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: September 19, 2016 ------------------------------------------------------------ It is an honor for me to present this fine poem by a good friend of mine. She rates very high in every category that makes a great poet.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 48] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-12-2016 08:50 AM Icy Waters I wade into the icy waters And weave my way amongst the reeds And watch the ducks as they shuttle From ripple to ripple diving playfully. I feel so young despite my age When in the stream I unclad my feet. Rough soles, thick though sore Move carefully over shingles bare. It is as if the water cleanses My heavy soul from all its sins From so many transgressions From so many injustices. But it is always thus with life it seems That we remember only the ugly past; We soon forget our good and blessings Instead we suffer greed for a better life. So let us raise our expectations, Commit ourselves to our resolutions. Go on our journey through its destination And waste not our lives in angry simulations. For if like ducks we dive into the stream And search for tidbits, juicy and sweet, We'll find so many treasures that We should forever hold so dear. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 ------------------------------------------------------- GREAT POEM FROM ANOTHER POET FRIEND THAT ALWAYS WRITES MEANINGFUL AND DEEP POETRY.--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 49] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-13-2016 08:12 AM The Naddred: As they loomed through the sacred grove, With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe, Casting Ogham's to the wind, These men are wise with strength within. They know the secrets of the trees, And all the critters that live with these, Once the kings would sort their council, But they are the Wren, out from the wing. First Irish chief had three eagle feathers, Where the Bards were called the Fili, In three worlds they would venture, For three is sacred to the order, as is Awen. The king is the eagle in the Duir (oak) But the Druid is the wren that flys out from his wing. /|\ The Native Americans have a similar story it goes something like: As the Eagle soared and was about to claim his kingdom, Out popped a little wren from under his wing, and flew a few feet higher, declaring, yes, gaze upon your king, it is I! In conclusion: It is ok to ride on the coat tail of others as we all do, but at some point, we all must go out there and make our own path, or own inputs. Copyright © Rick Keeble | Year Posted 2016 MY NEW POET FRIEND-- ONE TO BE WATCHED AND READ AS HE SHOWS TRULY GREAT PROMISE IMHO.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 50] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-15-2016 09:22 AM Love's Pledge To hold this lovesome joy with arms so weak Lest not I fail and lose such fervent grasp For tis sweet this love my true heart doth seek Should not this my passion hold tight its clasp For not to seek a claim to such rewards To live lost from this chance disposed from thee Would be to fail in what true faith affords And that from in such grace I would not see My hope joyously in your arms at peace Forever pleasured in and by your will In such a place love's life would never cease Wherein for our forever time stands still Pray listen for and hear this mournful plea As for my soul I pledge on bended knee Sonnet 4 Contest 09/16/2016 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016 Truly superb sonnet by my good friend, Charlie Smith..--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 51] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-17-2016 09:08 PM Diamond Cut "A Broken Demo" In a desperate cry for help She hires every jeweler A cheap sheep crying, Wolf! Using old repeating politic utilizing lies * manipulation To cover the Glass Paste on her face Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked! Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable A Thief Among The Mines In a world where certainties are few--- Promises! Promises! A shallow cut - with high class no shape --- no spark, a dark mass Smashing success when opportunity hits The worst gem in disguise The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired If you look, you will see A twisted reflection in her evil grin A sinister smile -- waiting to win Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet blind * believing her lies Cutting the light performance - -Without realizing most see past her history We the people are more than a cubic step Lighting the madness of her soul Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal Without a twinkle --- she stares into night Knowing nothing she stands for is right Innovation - incomplete A man-made she-demon wearing white Like the swan, dying every night She refuses to hear the trumpet play A new moon soon will open our eyes SOLD AS IS --- Diamond CUT The Poet Destroyer Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016 A free verse poem by my very talented poetess friend, The Poet Destroyer......-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 52] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-19-2016 05:52 AM Love on the Planet Evon I maneuver my small pirogue towards the tiny inlet. The sun sinks, night descend quickly. The bloody Evon moon rise to its zenith leaving a red uneven path on the choppy ocean surface. Quickly I take my special pill that will transform me into a new being. Now I need only wait patiently for she will come as is her wont, tail splashing, water splurging, laughter ringing over the glassy sea, my mermaid riding gracefully over crested milky waves. What matters that we must meet. I feel my feet becoming a tail, I’m glad. All lovers are asleep or hiding to escape their fears that change in the deadly night might bring. Not me. Ah, she arrives and I’m in bliss. We revel in the crimson Evon light, surf giant white tipped waves, dive into the dark waters below. We swim together, bathing off our cares, the waves provide a fresh shower, the great Evon gives us strength. The sea song birds soar o'er our heads, thrill us with their lovely lullaby. The waves pound the spiky crags adding their haunting symphony. Then will my love sing her haunting ditty, As I go into a rapture of unbound passion. I know of others who choose the glens, gambol and caper on speckled grasses, dance to the luring pipes of satyrs, listen to cicadas serrate their tunes, glide into sweet narcotic dreams that lotus flowers provide to those who ask and crave. They dare not take the changing pill. Not I, give me the sea, the salty sea, Painted red with Aurora's moon, far from the clutches of the mighty sun that burns and blotches my skin. Let me glide down towards the seabed below the inky surface and mingle with fish and mollusks and mermaids, especially the one I truly love. This is perpetual bliss, paradise touched For look over towards the far horizon, isn't that our wishing star shooting across the inky skies? 9/4/2016 Placed 1 Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings N/A Contest: TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO POET HAS GONE BEFORE Judged: 9/18/2016 Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 Fantasy free your mind from old chains, fetch me all nine muses, focus on mages, dwarves, fairies, elves and pixies, find me magic potions, fabled tales surprises, fiction must reign supreme. 24 September 2016 Checked with How manysyllables.com Placed 1 Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 My good friend Victor writes with immense talent and dedication.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 53] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-20-2016 09:37 AM Thurlby at twilight A cummerbund of peach and tangerine below Persian blue sky now washes pale Marsh Harriers and Starlings call, unseen competing in bizarre chromatic scales. Sewn onto the horizon like a hem, crisp cardboard cut outs on a puppet's stage black silhouettes of trees break up the Fen, companions, my deep solitude assuaged. A circling buzzard ends his last foray, for him the next meal cannot come to soon, the evening takes it's leave and says good-day, lopsided smile upon Lincolnshire moon. Now turning a full circle, one last gaze with hope in such peace I can end my days. Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016 Another example of my good friend's great poetry. Amazing imagery and deep message culminating in last verses.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 54] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-22-2016 05:48 AM Another sonnet gem found from my good friend's pen. This poetess has true and very deep talent!!--Tyr Time To Let You Go Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face, and in that moment you reveal your touch- I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace, and through the night your passion is as such. Above the twilit moon I need your kiss, I beg of you to keep my secret safe- For when away your fondness I do miss, and as we said we need out tender faith. The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets, reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace my body like a sketch down to my feet, for in your arms is where I leave my lace. Before the Lord made man you loved me so- But now it’s time for me to let you go. English Sonnet - Poetry Contest Janice Canerdy October 21, 2016 Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 55] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-25-2016 08:57 AM MAIDEN SUMMER She drifts in radiance waking nightfall with palette's hues, tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant sensation… and so, in the glide of July nestling on grass, bouquets, and coastlines--- she waltzes on moon’s tones with a luster of desire, bursting into sheer madness on my glossed skin… Oh how she flickers more dauntless than a blend of passion and ease , flitting like a goddess whose spirit enters inside my pores... and on ruby clay she was born from, Maiden of Summer thrusts her tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode into an awakened prance which enhances love's sizzle through her open light gently reeling with my bold adventures; only to fade quickly in luscious splendour. 10.16.2016 Lewis Raynes’ Personification Contest Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016 My friend Nette has loads of talent , clearly seen regardless of which poetry form she writes in! This is a new poem from her golden pen written for a new contest. I have not decided if I care to write for this contest--may yet do so tonight...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 56] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-26-2016 10:40 AM A superb free verse poem from my very good friend, Keith O.J. Hunt .....-Tyr Where the Roses Weep Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart, where the world is idyll and dark; we feel too much to sit still and die forever and be no more... forgotten even to mythic angels who were there while we were alive; Death can cry alone, he shall not take me with him... he shall not shatter my weeping heart --- he shall not take me from her; for I love her too much Darkness cannot swallow light with its evil, they cannot stop love --- bottle it up and send it to some dreary gloom; it is eternal energy, it is love it is life Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart, where the world is idyll and dark; my love for her shall always be.... Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 57] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-27-2016 05:34 AM Whistling in the wind In all my life I’ve always dreamed I’ll meet someone lovely like you As if our lasting love was meant We’ll be together all life through, Just like a whistle in the wind. We meandered through our life together Living in one large oversize chamber We pass from soft spring to winter weather Through all thick and thin we’ll just remember. The vast universe was ours to enjoy As if our spacious room has no more walls, Say who can dare our lasting love destroy, I hear the whistle in the wind that calls. In all my life I’ve always dreamed I’ll meet someone lovely like you As if our lasting love was meant We’ll be together all life through, Just like a whistle in the wind. Listen my love, just listen o my dear The wind is whistling our beautiful song Our love tune comes over so clear, so clear, Thus in bliss we will make love all night long. Yet one day all this must forever end, Like a loving whistle in the wild wind, We hope that any of our faults we mend And become new and fine as sweet as mint. In all my life I’ve always dreamed I’ll meet someone lovely like you As if our lasting love was meant We’ll be together all life through, Just like a whistle in the wind. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 VICTOR IS A GREAT POET AND A TRULY KIND AND GENEROUS SOUL. It is an honor for me to call him a friend..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 58] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-29-2016 06:15 PM Form: Sedoka | Oh, Please Dare 10~14~2016 Oh, Yes Please Dare Trust in love and just let go… I will show you a view through a rainbow. Yay! You took a chance and let go of the reigns. You are a rare soul and a treasure to behold. A human still brave enough to risk others’ disdain. You made a choice to accompany me, so bold. For there is no excitement or joy without risk of pain. You may see sights which support your wildest dreams I’m told. one who has not failed not willing to take a risk may live to a ripe old age so safe yet mundane what drags they bore me so dare to see through a rainbow Three Style II – Poetry contest Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2016 I have never written in this poetry form myself . Yet I can readily see that this is superb poetry from my friend Jill.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 59] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-05-2016 01:20 PM FADING MEMORIES SONNET – FADING MEMORIES Memories of a trembling heart fading with time depriving the joy and laughter. Shadows of foregone misery shading a promise of condolence hereafter. A faint cast remains of a golden heart alone with a memory the heart yearns to feel once more, before falling apart, seeking mercy to mend love’s scarring burns. Past and present, perhaps future to heal, the wounds of sorrow, of hapless desire, and erase the suffering to conceal a brittle heart charred by ashen fire. Love’s eternity, expanding distance to be recovered with time; persistence. T.J Grén Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015 This superb sonnet is written by a very good friend of mine and a most talented poet, especially in sonnet writing in which he excels far above my dancing in that arena.. .. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 60] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-07-2016 06:36 AM Form: Sonnet | Time To Let You Go Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face, and in that moment you reveal your touch- I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace, and through the night your passion is as such. Above the twilit moon I need your kiss, I beg of you to keep my secret safe- For when away your fondness I do miss, and as we said we need our tender faith. The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets, reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace my body like a sketch down to my feet, for in your arms is where I leave my lace. Before the Lord made man you loved me so- But now it’s time for me to let you go. English Sonnet October 21, 2016 Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016 A great sonnet by my good friend Laura. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 61] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-08-2016 03:27 PM Form: Triolet | Saints and Sinners - Sinners and Saints ------------------- by Andrea Dietrich The path to take for all is shown - saints and sinners; sinners and saints. God loves us, for we are His own. The path to take for all is shown. Since days of old, the truth’s been known. Though all that’s good the darkness taints, the path to take for all is shown - saints and sinners; sinners and saints. Oct. 28, 2016 Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016 My friend and a most talented poetess....-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 62] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-13-2016 10:15 AM November An Arctic wind comes reaping the mild air, breath hangs in clouds and grass hides under frost, low morning sun soaks branches soon stripped bare, boots wallow in the reds and golds now lost. Chevrons of Geese head south for warmer climes, ground creatures bedding down until the spring, their instincts telling them it is the time when nature's heartbeat slows, and no birds sing. No kindness shown as autumn's laid to rest, no mercy given, winter's blade unsheathed, it's willing victim gladly bares it's breast and falls, in pallid shades the land is wreathed. Each year this drama plays, the rise and fall consoled by distant promise, spring will call. Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016[/HTML] '-------------------------------- -------------------------------- A truly magnificent sonnet~~~!!!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 63] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-17-2016 11:03 AM A Noteworthy Passion I wonder if a human heartbeat sings Will lonely people witness perfect song As Passion plays upon these lovely strings What noteful kisses capture can't be wrong Their bodies merging into blissful tone She succumbs to his perfect passion pitch True heartfelt music crushes even stone The harmony of love makes us feel rich Rise lovers pleasured treble heating air Young dancers moving slowly within beat A trumpet playing fuelling what they share Each movement foretold in a music sheet Praise lover's anthem written in the song Yes music as a heartbeat beating strong For Janice Canerdy's English Sonnet Contest. Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016 Content from PoetrySoup.com. Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_noteworthy_passion_844570 Copyright © PoetrySoup and Respective Poets. -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- This is a very kind man , true poet and a good friend... His talent abundantly evident in every poem he shares..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 64] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-21-2016 12:22 PM Walking by the lake The sun is shining tenderly The sky is deepest blue Green leaves dance upon the breeze As birds are singing too They sing a serenade of bliss And peace be all around As all along this dusty trail Blue lupin’s can be found. The perfume heavy in the air It tells of wild geraniums Young ferns they look so green and soft And all those tall wild gums Give out a rather pungent scent That I have grown to love As parrots screech in blissful joy In those trees so high above. The lake, it glimmers neath the sun As ducks give out soft quacks My footsteps grate on sand and gravel As I stroll along the track Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy Form a tunnel there for me As I walk beside lake Joondalup And the dawn caresses me. Peter Duggan Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016 ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- THIS IS ONE OF THE MANY FINE POEMS WRITTEN BY MY GREAT AND VERY GOOD FRIEND, PETER DUGGAN. A VERY TALENTED POET FROM AUSTRALIA THAT ALSO PLAYS GUITAR,SINGS AND WRITES SONGS. ONE OF THE FINEST LIVING POETS THAT I LEARN FROM AND ALSO ADMIRE GREATLY..-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 65] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-24-2016 09:17 AM Celebrating A Birth Isn't life a joy beyond imagining When a child is born to us? Can there be any greater happening When families become a chorus? Oh sweet melody of life's golden symphony Pregnant seasons birthing spring Nothing can compare to the cacophony Of a baby when first she sings. Look: she smiles, she beams, Her eyes seraphic twinkle, deep blue-green, Enchanting, magically enticing, endearing, Urging her mother to a hug, a kiss Soft as the early sun on her puffy cheeks. Captivating, she melts the heart, Then strikes, straight at the delicious milk Of her mother's full sweet breast. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 From the golden pen of my good friend and extremely talented poet Victor....-:clap::clap::clap: Today we give Thanks, for our lives and our blessings. All of which flowed from the sacrifice that came from a single birth, Christ born....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 66] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-27-2016 09:41 AM Mystery Of The Light Moon light harkens, Seeking new dimensions... Stardust glistens, while Unmasking true intentions... Awakening emotions, Inspiring deep devotion... Lightly, proudly, Love unveils its pleasure... Embrace it, taste it, Measuring such treasure... Cast your pains away With clear voice that greats the day, Kneel and humbly pray, Raise the curtain of the night And walk into the mystery of the light... Lift your head And walk away from Shrouded fears... Turn aside Of the life You've lived before... In your heart Seek one thought Of evermore... And you'll know Him as you've never Known before... Warmly, lightly, The brightness will astound you... Sense it, hear it Wrap its arms around you... Let your faith be shown- From the brightness that- You know will lead to sight... Forever walking with The mystery of the light... Phantom Lyrics Contest Sponsored by The Seeker 11/15/2016 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016 Excellent lyrics from my friend, Charlie Smith....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 67] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-28-2016 09:58 PM Shine Like A Sun - For Jill “Shine Like A Sun.” By, Michael P Clarke. (Tail Rhyme.) Shine like a sun your beauty bright, light up my darkness be my light, the grace of angels. My Aphrodite to the sight, you lighten up my day and night, love your light foretell. I feel alive i hear you sing, you are love’s dream love’s everything, My heart cries its tears. Into my life such joy you bring, to your precious peace i cling, i throw away fears. In my soul i now feel your kiss, i have climbed your own love trellis, My heart it does cheer. Days of sorrow i never miss, for now i know your loving bliss, love blooms you are near. My love did seem a moulding moss, through darkened life my heart did toss, in my pain i sighed. The pain is gone i feel no loss, and joy has freed me from my cross, all my pain has died. You are the light passion begun, love that is gold come on the run, your temple does shine. Searching so long the journey done, you are desire shine like a sun, Your love is divine. To your love i ever return, your kisses with love how they burn, I never decline. (Jill's Scrapbook Series.) Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 68] Author : Balu Date : 11-28-2016 10:05 PM Dear Robert, Please hand over my Best Regards to your friends. They wrote excellent poems I liked so much. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 69] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2016 01:59 PM Finding Love: Such lovely lilac and crimson tones, As a rainbow of colours fill the sky, Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones, Takes me above the clouds so far and high. Captured in a moment of total bliss, Wondering all the time what is life for? Suspended in awe like a lovers kiss, Never felt like this to my very core. Love all around and it's time I was found, Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile, Smiling at you and smiling all around, It's time you gave love a chance for awhile. But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay, I have found love in a different way. /|\ (Ten syllables per line) 31~10~16 Copyright © Rick Keeble | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 70] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-30-2016 09:58 AM The Park Bench I wish I was a poet With magical words To make people see all of the absurd Tears fly, paintings in pastel die When we look into our mirrors We sometimes miss What love dumps upon all of us We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears I have no legs, nor any crutches So my voyage has ended I only observe Sadness upended When goodness is confused When gestures are refused When the kiss that could have been When a poets tear seems obscene The one who hears is often deaf The deaf sometimes have nothing left If I could give a kiss away I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway Drawing love on paper in may Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016 Folks, this is a true poet! My great honor to call him my friend...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 71] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-02-2016 07:50 AM Path of sorrow Sad fragile heart begins to beat faster, for it knows it's heading for disaster. Eyes fixed into nothing, softly they stare, wondering why nobody seems to care. Like rustling leaves abandoning the tree, who gave them permission to be set free. Virgin silent tears seep through wrinkled bark, hidden, only when horizons become dark. Evading towards the path known as sorrow, unsure of what could happen tomorrow. When lies become truths, there can be no trust, as broken promises vanish like dust. This sullen demeanour has no fear of death, just the pain it will feel until my last breath. 29 November 2016 The Silent One Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016 ----------------------------------------------------- Poetry by- My friend, Silent One, a very great poet and honorable gentleman..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 72] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-04-2016 06:16 PM THE HUNT Tresses sheened and coiled to perfection in its twist Hair worn, as warrior helmets embellished to match Eyes outlined in kohl and glued lashes for cat pierce Heaving cleavages pushed or filled up, wreak havoc Under corsets curved tight so keen minds bid adieu Netted in snares of stockinged legs’ revealing nylon Tramping in vamped stiletto heels sharp as a lancet Fiery blood red lips wile and smile in a pouty bluff Over charming empties, like fish lures flashing, so Resplendent as the prize, is carefully scanned over Prime meat's seen as one preened in glitzy heap Radiating from limbs and torso in declared label Emanating dollar signs, of a trump tower aurora Yelling silently's a cheer, for perfect divorce play! (11/4/16 – Acrostic for contest) Copyright © San Woo | Year Posted 2016 A fine acrostic by my friend San Woo. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 73] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-06-2016 01:42 PM The Heart of Christmas -EDITED Tinsel sparkling on trees that toys lie beneath, Holly with berries and the hanging of the wreath. Everything is red and ever-green. Hearth and home are comforting; Evening is nigh. As the snow begins to flurry, Radiant we see the stars in the sky Tonight. Oh, Holy Night the angels sang beneath one special star. Can you Feel the way the shepherds felt back then so long ago? Commercialism of the Yuletide season, However, was never supposed to be the Reason. Is there something different that we Should be doing? Take a moment to reflect. What really matters? Make a promise to the babe whose birth you celebrate At this precious time. Do for others the whole year long and Share your heart! Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016 ----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- This poetess can write top notch poetry in just about every form there is.. She is my friend and has the pure soul of a true poet!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 74] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-10-2016 05:47 PM Sifting Sand From My Soul If I but one day of my life left there'd be words I'd not delay. Too long I've struggled, bereft, my tongue mired in pit of clay I'm sifting sand from my soul, Baring my heart's affection, finding bravura to be bold yet fearing gentlest rejection. Time squandered is ne're returned so I must reveal what I am feeling, hoping sweet ardor is not spurned for love I've long been concealing. Stars hover aloft in evening skies but never could they outshine the gleam I descry in your eyes when my own and yours align. Moon rising to Heaven's height, beauty emerging from eclipse. Not as alluring on darkest night as a kiss from your senuous lips. Sunlight yawns on the edge of dawn but the warmth of his morning rays cannot be compared to love born by your touch that sets me ablaze. I dare not lift tremulous eyes to see the response your face has defined. If you do not feel the same for me it would be better if I remain blind. Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016 ------------------------------------------------------------- A magnificent poem written by my friend Lin Lane... This one is a pure gem!!! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 75] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-11-2016 09:23 AM Presenting this awesome sonnet written by my friend and fellow poet, Viv Wigley. This poet, amazes me with both the top level talent shown and the great diversity in his poems.-Tyr November Sunrise- three choices A silence all pervading, nothing moves, the gentle hiss I hear is in my head like record stylus placed into the groove. Clouds form the upper circle overhead. Orchestra tunes up in the nearby trees, Blackbird and brace of Magpies, two for joy, blue safety curtain draws back by degrees a scarlet backdrop from the ground deploys. The star takes to the stage with no applause rising at the speed of summer flowers white whispy fingers climb as ground frost thaws, spotlights on cobwebs sparkle in the bower. Nature murmurs quietly in the wings new day, a new performance, Blackbird sings. For 'Three choices...' contest, sponsor Sara Kendrick Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 76] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-14-2016 05:31 PM She of Sweet Kisses --------- by Keith O. J. Hunt She of sweet kisses and lavender hues, with wild loving eyes, to melt in each orb of fire, and dream too long.... Disguised to resist such wild love; untamed as a wild stallion --- she illumed this little darkling.... with her little light of love, vast as the hope in her heavenly heart That I dream her little dream, and dance to the wanton moon in her eyes; where the heavens alight a darkest night, where my heart swoons in sweeter meadows, I hold her as mine; for all time, we are One, in this red-wedded night, unforgotten, (She of sweet kisses) Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016 FOLKS, THIS IS A TRUE GEM , POETRY FORM CLASSICISM. KEITH IS ONE OF THE BEST POETS THAT I KNOW.... And he writes in this style with such ease. Always has been a pleasure to collaborate with him. However this superb poem is all his own writing. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 77] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-15-2016 08:29 AM Hidden In The Stones Imagine someone watching you who wants you for his own Imagine in the catacombs, a secret plan is honed It echoes with a wounded heart of someone so alone He hides his shame behind a mask, that smolders, but is cold Look beyond the chandelier that blinds you in the eye Can't you see him lurking there, while waiting in disguise If only you could see in him a face that isn't cold Behind the mask he wears for you, a man has lost his soul Search beyond the mask he wears and look into his eyes Be wary of the rendezvous that he will fantasize If only he was more than just a phantom of your dreams If only you could find in him a promise to believe Don't be betrayed by what appears to be for you alone But be afraid, a million tears are hidden in the stones He'll tell you from the very start, to search beyond the scars He'll hide from you that you are meant to be his secret star Sing to him your aria….. But don't forsake your heart! If you believe he'll set you free, he'll tear your dreams apart Sing to him of love, Christine! Sing to the rafters high The chandelier will shatter then, into a million cries! If you plead to him of broken dreams, you'll need to tell him lies Sing about another love, but be prepared to die! Sing your song of love, Christine, it is sorrow you have found Sing to him your aria…….. then, slowly watch him drown --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11/17/16 Contest: "Phantom of the Opera" Sponsor: The Seeker Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016 ----------------------------------- ----------------------------------- This poetess, ranks with the very best I've ever seen. Every poem she writes amazes me! For she is the real deal my friends!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 78] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-20-2016 12:14 PM If you have courage... If you have courage... You will, open your eyes If you have courage... You will not believe all their lies If you have courage... You will get up when you stumble If you have courage... You will always try to stay humble If you have courage... You will begin on your destination If you have courage... You will always humbly accept direction If you have courage... You will always open your mind If you have courage... Peace and happiness you will find If you have courage... You will try to understand others If you have courage... You will see all men as your brothers If you have courage... You will, try to see my point of view If you have courage... You will, better understand you If you have courage... You will, search for the truth If you have courage... You will not allow despising of your youth If you have courage... You will examine all the facts If you have courage... You will defend the truth from all attacks If you have courage... You will not follow the crowd If you have courage... You will testify out loud If you have courage... You will seek answers to your questions If you have courage... You will accept them without hesitation If you have courage... You will confess your faith in God If you have courage... You will not care when they call you odd If you have courage... You will understand why you believe If you have courage... You will not be easily deceived If you have courage... You will stand by your convictions If you have courage... You will help others with their contradictions If you have courage... You will not fear impending disaster If you have courage... You will have already obeyed God as your master Do you have courage? John Derek Hamilton December 08,2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 79] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-21-2016 09:18 PM Fire To Ashes You ignited a blazed ember in my soul when you left- Now I am living in my yesterday’s alone and bereft. There are shades of grey and nights of pure hell- Was it your misery or insanity? I could never tell. Bestowed with sunshine, you held the twilit moon- Left with such ease; gone too far and way too soon. I hear you in the Heavens and still feel your adoration, but things are not the same since you left with complication- Sinister self-execution seems to have been the correlation. If only your choices were in the depths of my being- Maybe my eyes wouldn’t be blind without my mind seeing. You went from fire to ashes all in a single moment- Now I’m left cleaning up your mess lost in your atonement. You fueled a lover’s quarrel and left a deep red stain- Now I’m living in but a distant memory, from death I must refrain. I feel you in the breeze leaving with such ease, I know you more than me; I’m grieving, no one sees- I sense you in white lilies and in the whisper of the trees. I needed you more than breath as I suffocate and bleed- For you and only you are the one person that you freed. You ignited a blazed ember in my heart when you died- Now I fear all my tomorrow’s…why sorrow did you hide? October 19, 2016 by- Laura Loo --------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- This tremendously talented poetess writes superb poems. Every poem she writes shows the depth and talent that she has..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 80] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-22-2016 09:35 AM Christmas Charity He watched her all day, From behind his window, fascinated by her persistence, renouncing a wholesome dinner, the warmth and comfort of a home. She stood, instead, in the telephone box calling no one, receiving no one. Surely if she did not phone anyone One could assume she was waiting for one. But no one rang. All Christmas Eve. The wind blew icy cold and it was clear she was not adequately clothed. She must have been suffering a lot. He wanted to shout to her: Call it a truce, forget the caller, come to my humble abode and rest a while. Here's plenty to eat, turkey, vegetables, mince pies and cakes and a warmed red sangria to pump some blood into your face. She stayed put until midnight as winter's blizzard opened its doors, to herald in the birth of Christ. Her ghost cared not for this, and tired out she fell crumbled dead on the floor of an abandoned telephone box. Next day they took her away. He remained at the window, angry, wondering the why of it all. It was days later that he remembered. Then he felt the terrible shame. He had not prayed for her at all. POTW 12/17/2016 Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016 A BRILLIANT AND SAD REMINDER THAT , we sometimes forget to act. Sometimes, we fail to give the charity we now we should. And it usually hits us hard later, if we have a Christian soul.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 81] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-23-2016 10:28 AM WINTER ALCHEMY While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds And hawthorns ,the frost twinkles and drifts Unto winter’s beautifully formed marquee, tangy the vapor of her skin wafting into nightfall’s’ interlude. Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm Of her dance : icicles flitting in liquid Crystal taps on silver alleys... a movement glossed by the spades of eve’s lanterns: She is a mystery, a prayer, a holy angel That lays her sparkling white gown On pearled brocade sewn into fabric of snow… A winter’s luminescence casting an alchemy That my own fingers, in a pirouette, unfurls then coils into a solstice's hymn ‘Glory be, glory be.” 12/4/2016 Shadow Hamilton's A Winter Poem Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016 THIS POETESS HAS SUCH GREAT TALENT!!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 82] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-24-2016 11:29 AM Unseen Rainbow I've never ever seen her face, but in my mind, she's the color of love Black strong like dark coffee She wakes you up early in the morning, gives you an energetic taste of loving to get your day going Red passionate fire flows in her veins She's got crimson lips that blow words of desire, to keep the flames rising higher and higher, every time she speaks your name Yellow smile is sunshine bright She walk towards you in her canary-colored, polka dot sun dress that accentuate her hips so well Her graceful charm is so a-maize-ingly pastel Blue mood indigo can really touch you She makes you want to love her always, under ocean lit moonlight and clear cerulean skies Embark on a passage of endless days Green verdant valley of iris flower eyes She's as a carpet of grass with enfolding arms, wrapping you in her love Bury your head in her bosom, safe from harm Brown sugar is the sweetest heart ever known She has a boundless supply of caramel happiness, taste the creamy richness of her sensuality It's like roasted chestnuts offered to a welcomed guest White visions of a streaming, silky satin dress She has a winter glow like pure virgin snow, a gift waiting to be opened by a worthy beau Beckons you into her ivory tower to rest Forever gazing into her yet unseen face, which in my mind is the color of love Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 83] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-26-2016 10:53 AM A Green Ribbon I stand on a high cliff, my long raven hair is blowing in the wild wind and my dress of red presses to the curves of my body. A green ribbon from my hair is sailing away over the ocean, but I am anchored to this place - I carry a heavy, dragging weight that is an immense burden in my life, how I wish that I could break the chains that hold me and like my green ribbon sail away over the ocean, that I could be like a bird drifting over blue waves; Oh, I would like to explore the world on a sailing ship- upon the deep blue with no shores in sight, that would be so lovely to see the white billowing sails. I wish and dream to be ruled by the winds that blow, not the heavy burdens of life. __________________ Contest 243 Fourth Place Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016 If I had been the judge I would have rated this in first place! For it is a superb piece! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 84] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-27-2016 10:33 AM Courage Courage is understanding and confronting reality... Cowardliness wounds us with its lies, courage binds us in its Grace... The moral courage to share love is in and of itself our most vigorous defense of fear... Self-respect can be lost in the cowardice of silence... Bravery bears no chain of betrayal... The pain of failure is the most useful tool of courage... God did not endow us with the will to die but with the courage we bring to living... Fear could be an extraordinary opportunity that may never be presented to us again, seize it... The purest form of bravery lives in an artist's heart... 12/13/2016 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016 Date: 12/27/2016 9:26:00 AM You my friend write with such depth and clarity upon important subjects. Courage is something that in America has been under attack by our own government. Discouraged in places of higher learning. Tremendous free verse! A FAV.... Robert PRESENTATION OF SUPERB POETRY FROM MY GOOD FRIEND CHARLIE SMITH. I COPIED MY REPLY TO HIM ON HIS WONDERFUL POEM...... And gave note to fellow poets that as poets we are not to shy away from difficult issues and are instead to shine light upon darkness! My comment to that fine poem-will turn many more poets at my home site against me IMHO. AND THEY WILL MAKE THAT KNOWN IN VARIOUS WAYS. We are always punished for speaking the truth--tis the way of the world..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 85] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 12-29-2016 05:16 AM Not One Word Silence The sweet rhapsody of quiet Sit back and savor the music of the void, where no dissonant voices are heard It's so relaxing in this soundless realm; break not the peace, speak not one word Stay muted, let all unspoken thoughts flow within a serene state of mind, cascading down into a calm stream of consciousness No discordant utterances echoes through this vale of tranquility The absence of strident, background noise causes the ears to fall sound asleep Not one disturbing word to be heard ... There is only blessed silence floating around you as you dream deep, thinking of me, in the heart of the night This is as it should be Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016 Now this is wonderful poetry my friends. This very gifted poet, taps right into a man's need to find solitude and silence from time to time. Find a place with no other human around, see Nature and talk to God. Alone..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 86] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-01-2017 08:49 PM Too young to die ---- by Anthony Gitau As the wind continue to sway, We hurt from the inside but the outside can't lay. Where there is a will there is a way, But writing a will is a perspective for it seems as the day Where to each other we have to bid goodbye in a tough say For we stand too young to die. When we sight darkness at the end of the tunnel of light When we stand to condemn that which was upright When we gather to critize the upright When,, ,,,even the taboos gets afraid of the night, My heart sinks for in my heart I sight; We stand too young to die. When proportion, emotion,corruption has no contention Where morality is a cultural notion Trending economic activity is corruption The age is not a barrier to 'sips and tastes of death' consumption And still stand and claim to be a nation To the end of our race is where we are driven by our locomotion I still feel,we are too young to die. I am not planning to be a missionary For the words I preach were erased from their dictionary But, I can't stop to lament The bitter truth to accept For we are too young to die The mistake committed not known to them On the suffering grid they stand at the helm Their bridge to the success,sit content in agony overwhelm And the teachers ,custodians of our culture,sit under the elm Waiting for the last breath to be their help For them to fill after life home, For they know we are too young to die As the sun set, They eagerly await to their spirits free let If I guessed, I would win the bet For the length of night don't stop the morning light Where my paper and pen will be my armor at the night For we stand too young to die. Copyright © Anthony Gitau | Year Posted 2016 A new poet I found at my home poetry site. Guy is pretty good methinks!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 87] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-02-2017 11:33 AM The Bard of Gort Springing free from glistening Fronds The summers heat leaps for Height; Whilst drifting obscurely far Above A distant lark now hangs in Flight. Floats down his sweet trill, Accompanied by joyous and Uplifting revelry, Over the black crows nasal Calls; Whose draped shadow, contemplating devilry, Flaps and furtively falls Into ripening bean fields Planted in neatly sowed rows: Nourished in darkest till, Enriched by pedantic verse of Gaelic odes. Do now these gentle Slopes Pause to yield Where secretive song, Bursting forth, is much concealed inside the plain of Aidhne; For here the great rock of the Burren, Whereby so implored upon, Revealed its grey stones... To rebuild ancient and deserted Thoor Ballylee. Sweeping briskly past a tors Grassy island busy in bloom, Eagerly cramming under four Crouched arches, Skim the borrowed waters of Thee immortal Cloone; Dappling currents Dawdling around squat stanchions - Staunchly carrying the quiet bridge Over the old concourse: Momentarily loitering - Wantonly begging to coyly swoon... Now, joyfully sporting in gushing Discourse, Gleefully courting elusive and Glimmering enchantments: Mirrored reflections enticed to Enter - To be forever trapped within a Burbling rivers sacred rhyme and Tune. Higher and higher the spiraling Stairs of de Burgo When through airy woodland Glades The towering shadow sought; And higher and higher the spirit Of an ageing poet... His crowding thoughts Roaming freely amidst these Fabled legends of Gort. Harken then to the feathered Herald - Tis Gods design that calls on Ye! For few men know of what he Sings... He sings of the forgotten paths Forever lost within Innisfree. Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2016 Below are my two comments made on author's page presenting the poem.-Tyr 1. Robert Lindley Date: 8/22/2016 4:12:00 PM IMMORTAL beauty cast forth in this image filled feast my friend. I am of Viking/Irish/English bloodlines on my father's side. Having never been to see Ireland myself this gem glowed for me. Truly, you did Yeats proud and this is an honor for me to add to my fav list.. A7 2. Robert Lindley Date: 1/2/2017 5:45:00 AM I have added this gem to my fav list and had the immense pleasure of rereading this gem several times. You have indeed given great tribute to the great man himself. My apologies for this late reply. I can not keep up with my correspondence as of late due to my health/family issues..... "Enter - To be forever trapped within a Burbling rivers sacred rhyme and Tune." ^^^^^ Pure gold. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 88] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-03-2017 10:38 AM streets of blood she stood upon the terrace high streets of blood below the gate left open in the night, a dark sky threatens snow with swine and pearls running free her bed sheets fought the wind a tear drop fell her worried eyes at hate now once again of drawbridge wars in endless fight to stones of castle keep a single rose a’ bloom this dawn as mothers come to weep for sons of father’s destined fall, these followed footsteps bare along the streets so narrow, long, where death becomes aware “enough!” she shouted far and wide “this fighting now shall end” “take your swords and hateful spite, do not return again” and lifting high her amulet upon a staff of wood she chanted as the stone did glow this morning where she stood “of peace, let all be felt this hour thy breath of saddened greed be gone, be gone, oh beast of war no longer doth thou feed ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist lest blood befall your hand beyond this tree lined sacred place be gone from this our land” when then a mighty wave did flow, the streets were cleansed of fear and there beyond horizons call the sunrise did appear and where once sat a single rose, one thousand buds did grow of crimson red and silken gold, the sweetest fragrance flow mothers hugged their children close as loudly trumpets blared the bloodied streets now white with snow and love by all was shared but there within the canyons lurked cast eyes of beaded red “i shall return to take this place o’ ye who think me dead” “to once more fill yon streets with blood of this ye can believe no matter what the masses want, know this, i shall not leave” copyright © chris green | year posted 2016 a true poetry gem if i ever saw one!!!--tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 89] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-04-2017 12:28 PM The Poet's Invitation Oh, visit me, though I've not looked for you Show me you care; come share a word or two Look for my name, in all the names you see Come spend some time, be ray of sun to me Visit Me How will I know if you like what you read I long to know that I fulfill a need That what I write is solace for your soul My little rhymes, a balm that makes you whole Visit me Come let communion wash away your fear Let words of comfort dry away that tear In blessed little rhymes, is sweet reprieve and warmth and comfort in the lines I weave Visit Me Come visit me when others tear you down Come visit me when in despair you drown Come visit me when hope from heart has flown Come visit me when pain is all you've know Visit me My words will be the kiss upon your cheek The elixir of youth, when you are weak My lines will be the bandage that will bind I hope that what you seek, in me you'll find Visit Me Come and visit....ME.... Eileen Manassian -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 90] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2017 11:54 AM Of Three States Of Mind - A Poetic Weave listen, the whispers of leaves turn colour autumn is here. now that you are gone who will wake every morn to lift the sun unveil the sky etch in the clouds who will paint the rainbow? i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love touch, the echoes of the rain - waters - blossoms spring. now that 'us' is just a word no longer with you as one i alone wind up metal toys cut out paper dolls the beach swept from under my feet the child in me flees. spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit designed a pattern to the rhythm of the music of my inner thoughts enamoured in your vision crystal beads gather on my brow as i toil your finely bred gift as i braid every part of me with every memory into every sliver of fabric taste, uncut snow shapes crisp cold ices the wintertide. instead now rusted a fools gold chain of loneliness hangs around my neck like a noose mourns a union that once had breath a twosome that now is dead. see, the sand sculptures paint rekindle a childhood summer past. sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams with my boiling blood initial my woven piece my work at an end i awake you lay there a wingless angel asleep smiling as if you heard a bell ring your boundless warmth embraces me the moon no longer smiles the stars no longer wink smell, seasonal airs stimulates senses memories they deliver. without a touch barely - i kiss you. in this my decade of one hope is a wickless candle the night just day without light in the glee, hopes and dreams, in the human spirit, lives the miracle of life. magnificent voices in every pitch deep and resounding, the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut. Jan 4 2017 With Love Armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 91] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-06-2017 10:33 AM When a Man Loves A Woman When A Woman Loves A Man WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN He knows not why or how the reason left nor why the whisper of each night brought heat He knows not when the time of hour past but this he knows, she's awfully nice and sweet He sings her praise with song then does his part bringing flowers dressed in green and solid gold He woos with song and music from the heart then clothes her with a kiss both new and old He brings her flowers of the rarest kind with genuine affection of the mind a rarely thing is love when found anew he will solidify then stick like glue He brings her love and the most precious kind She brings him truth and that, is never blind. ************************************ WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN She knows not why they struggled for so long nor why their eyes refused to greet She knows not when the first kiss turned to song but this she knows, he swept her off her feet! She dresses just for him in black lace style then draws her liner carefully sublime She drinks the elixir of his sweet smile and runs into his arms a hundreth time She brings him little gifts and cards with hearts with little I love yous, consigned in red and blue She listens carefully and always does her part to make him understand, she loves him too She brings him love, the most precious of kind, he brings her truth and that, is never ever blind. The End. Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2017 FOLKS, YOU WILL NOT FIND A BETTER SET OF DOUBLE SONNET THAN THIS IN MY OPINION. And I rightly told the author so on her homepage after added this poem to my favorites list there..! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 92] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-07-2017 12:42 PM Words lost in silence Goodbye my beloved, guess this is the end, too much has happened for our hearts to mend. Since, I became a victim of your wrath, my soul still ventures upon sorrows path. I searched within the corridors of your heart, to find in your performance, I play no part. Forgive me, for no longer I shall follow, seeing that your heart has become so hollow. Words lost in silence, mean we don't exist, now my lonely heart must learn to subsist. Your emotions change with each new season, that explains why you left without a reason. Oh lovers, remember those who light the lamp, are also the ones to douse it like a scamp! Silent One 28 December 2016 ----------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- TRUE AND TOP LEVEL SONNET-EERING HERE MY FRIENDS..!!!!!!-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 93] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-09-2017 07:42 PM Winter Magic So bleak the Winter strides upon my path... The dry, brown, fallen leaves behold its wrath... I shiver from the chill the North Wind blows And wonder in this barren land of crows: Where Is the magic that I once beheld When I was young and love was often spelled... Now with the wind there comes a glist'ning snow That covers everything...even my woe... The silence of its falling clears my head Reminding me that I am not yet dead! I go and catch a snowflake on my tongue And once again...like magic...I am young... No longer bleak, the Winter seems to be, For something has renewed the life in me... Oh, Winter Magic, take hold of my hand... And let's go build a snowman... big and grand! Deborah Burch© 12.25.16 Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2016 This poetess can write beautiful verses and has now been added to my favorite poets list at my home poetry site..-Tyr *********************************************************************************************************************************** I found this poem shown below, written by my friend Richard, to be so fine, I had to come back to add it!-Tyr Best Richard Lamoureux Poems Everyone's a winner They told me I was remarkable and now it's plain to see There is nothing extraordinary about simple little me All the ribbons I have hanging Upon the shelf so high They told me I was a winner all I had to do was try It wasn't about competition Every child was told to have fun They told us we were the very best Each child born to be number one So out in the world they sent me Unequipped for what I would find With the legend of my accomplishments sadly this illusion was just in my mind No one was there to help me The competition was far to real It seemed other were driving the bus Even though I was behind the wheel So let your children know failure So they can learn to compete In a world of winners and losers They'll learn to think on their feet For adversity leads to greatness Each loss will lead to a win If I already think I am a winner I have no reason to begin Richard Lamoureux In an age of no grades and trophies for every kid, we are losing our risk takers. We can't insulate our children from what lies ahead. It is a competitive world and we are sewing the seeds of failure. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 94] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-10-2017 11:34 AM The Rose ----------- by Barbra Lambert What is more lovely than the rose Awash with dew in morn’s fair light? How do we pen of its repose— Discern the language of its prose Of fragrance sweeter than rare spice? What is more lovely than the rose Replete with excellence of pose In hues of pink, vermeil, and white? How do we pen of its repose In yonder garden where it grows On verdured stems that stand upright? What is more lovely than the rose— Classic, lush, and fully clothed With petals soft and O so light? How do we pen of its repose: Its ling’ring scent, its striking glow, Its irrefutable delight? What is more lovely than the rose— How do we pen of its repose? Contest: Your Absolute Best II Sponsored by: The Seeker Date: December 18, 2016 Copyright © Barbra Lambert | Year Posted 2016 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 95] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-11-2017 09:42 AM Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England I have waited for you Where no shadow seeps Deep in the earth Where the slow damp creeps Under the stones Where the sunlight sleeps I have waited for you I have listened for you In the eaglet’s cry In the echoes of rooks In the empty sky In a new born’s breath And a dead man’s sigh I have listened for you I have looked for you Where the elders grow Followed your steps Through the virgin snow Through groves of yew And mistletoe Looking for you I have watched for you By the door and the gate Risen up early And lain down late Doubted your love And cursed my fate Watching for you You said you would come You said that you will Appear as the dawn On the curve of the hill I have waited for you Through the dark, and the still You said you would come I lit you a fire I kindled a flame In the fear of the darkness I called out your name I thought I was dying And then you came You said you would come And here you are The promise of light Sweetening silence And softening night And all shall be well And be blesséd delight You said you would come © Gail Foster 21st December 2016 Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016 -------------------------------------------------- Truly great verses!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 96] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 09:51 AM Of Three States Of Mind - A Poetic Weave Jan 4 2017 With Love Armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2017 Very unusual way to express. Uncommon poetic images..., but very touching and forming a relief pattern. Thank you, Robert, for this experience. :clap: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 97] Author : Balu Date : 01-11-2017 10:00 AM Robert, You are very risky person to open your easily vulnerable soul in front of the others to such an extent. I am greatly surprised and happy that such Men still exist. Me Great Respect to you! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/big_standart/hi.gif -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 98] Author : Balu Date : 01-12-2017 10:03 AM Sorry for my daring to put something from Russia poetry in this tread. But, nevertheless... To Kachalov's Dog (*) Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck, I swear i've never seen one like it. Let's go, the two of us, and bark Up the moon when Nature's silent. Come, Jim, give me your pow for luck. Stop licking me, pet, and please do At least heed this advice i'm giving. Of life you havent got a clue, You do non realise life is worse living. You master's kind a man of note, And visitors his home are thronging, They all admire your velvet coat Which smilingly they love to fondle. You're devilish handsome for a dog, So charming, trusting, unsuspicious, Not asking if you may or not, Like a drunken pal, you plaster kises. Dear Jim, I know a great warety Of visions of all shorts call, But have you seen her here, the saddest And the least talkative of all? I'm sure she'll come here. In my absence Please catch her eye. Go kiss her hand for me, For all my real or fancied errors asking Forgiveness of her in humility. (*) Kachalov - a close friend of Sergei Yesenin. Famous Russian theater actor. ----------------------------------------------------- Blossom wite bird cherries scatter On the on the dewy grass like snow. Hungry rooks in ploughland gather, Picked warms up as they go. Low the silk smooth grath is bending, Pitch scents to the pine-trees cling. Groves in leaf, and luscios meadows - How the senses reel in spring! Secret things give me pleasure, Heart-ease and delight they bring. There's a girl whose love I treasure And of her alone I thing. Shed your blossom-snow, bird cherries! Sing, birds, in they shady groves. Weaving up and down the meadow I'll go scattering flower foam. -------------------------------- Hope that you are aware that ANY translation steals a lot from the flavor of a poem and is not able to transfer a poem as it is. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 99] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-12-2017 10:09 AM In Bluebell Wood Adventures in Bluebell Wood With Pirates and Robin Hood Roy Rogers and Peter Pan Custer in another last stand Lone Ranger catching thieves Tarzan climbing trees Red Barron flying again In this secret hideaway den The days so full of fun Fighting Vikings when they come Merlin’s magical things Flash and the Emperor Ming A thousand games we played Charge of the Light Brigade Sinbad and Captain Blood Adventures in Bluebell Wood Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2016 _________________________________ __________________________________ I sent this comment to this fine poet on the poem presentation page. ""So captures the imaginative world of we when kids played ages ago my friend!-Tyr I simply love this gem and have added this gem to my fav list..A7"" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 100] Author : Balu Date : 01-12-2017 10:20 AM A poem of Sergei Yesenin which became a romance. Letter to mother Are you still alive, my old good mother? I'm alive. Hello, hello, my mom! Lets unspeakable light in every evening Flow over your minuscule home. People tell that you became so anxious, Worrying what kind of life I've got, That you often standing at the road Wearing worn old-styled overcoat. And you see in shades of evening darkness Every time same nightmare appear: During saloon fighting some mean bastard Put a knife thru my heart, what you fear. Calm your soul, dear mother, they are lying. From all bull it seems to be the worst. I am not a low-life boozehound To pass off without see you first. I am still the same - I'm full of caress. And this is indeed my only hope: Rid myself from pain of being restless And return to our simple adobe. I'll be back when in the spring our garden Starts to wear white blooming tuxedo. But don't wake me anymore at dawn Like you did eight years back ago. Don't wake up dead dreams, it's too late now, Don't remind about things were lost, - That's because at very early ages I went thru fatigue and terrible loss. Don't teach me to pray. No need to do that! Time would never come back, it's the plight. You are only help and comfort for me, You indeed are my unspeakable light. Please forget about all your worries, Your anxiety to be forgot. Don't stay so often at the road Wearing worn old-styled overcoat. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTPHLg6Da3k -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 101] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-14-2017 10:30 AM Form: Dramatic monologue | Galaxies, Memories And Relativity Kinetic waves of energy Ripples in time and space subtle sums of synergy Patterns of silk and lace Universes that race away Mem’ries that as quickly fade… Into black holes of yesterday That give nothing back in trade Stardust settling ‘pon dusty hutch And on planetary plain (alike) Truly does not differ much In substance same (as in sight) Universes that give birth to stars Pediatric wards work pretty much the same Birth is birth…for what it’s worth It’s just a cosmic game Galaxies that go on forever Rainbows that have no end All a part of eternal endeavour Without an answer my friend Warp speed….Snail’s pace It’s all relative you see One takes place in outer space The other is given to you and me Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2016 This is my friend David at his best, composing deep, but truly enjoyable verses!! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 102] Author : Balu Date : 01-14-2017 11:16 PM A monument I've raised not built with hands... A monument I've raised not built with hands, And common folk shall keep the path well trodden To where it unsubdued and towering stands Higher than Alexander's Column. I shall not wholly die–for in my sacred lyre My spirit shall outlive my dust's corruption – And honour shall I have, so long the glorious fire Of poesy flames on one single scutcheon. Rumour of me shall then my whole vast country fill, In every tongue she owns my name she'll speak. Proud Slave's posterity, Finn, and–unlettered still – The Tungus, and the steppe–loving Kalmyk. And long the people yet will honour me Because my lyre was tuned to loving–kindness And, in a cruel Age, I sang of Liberty And mercy begged of Justice in her blindness. Indifferent alike to praise or blame Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame, Nor casting pearls to swine. (Aleksandr Pushkin. 1836) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 103] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-15-2017 02:09 PM A monument I've raised not built with hands... A monument I've raised not built with hands, And common folk shall keep the path well trodden To where it unsubdued and towering stands Higher than Alexander's Column. I shall not wholly die–for in my sacred lyre My spirit shall outlive my dust's corruption – And honour shall I have, so long the glorious fire Of poesy flames on one single scutcheon. Rumour of me shall then my whole vast country fill, In every tongue she owns my name she'll speak. Proud Slave's posterity, Finn, and–unlettered still – The Tungus, and the steppe–loving Kalmyk. And long the people yet will honour me Because my lyre was tuned to loving–kindness And, in a cruel Age, I sang of Liberty And mercy begged of Justice in her blindness. Indifferent alike to praise or blame Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame, Nor casting pearls to swine. (Aleksandr Pushkin. 1836) Aleksandr Pushkin was an amazing poet. He was definitely one of the world's greatest poets in my opinion! I've read many of his poems but I suspect the are perhaps many more than have not been translated. He rates tops in my book, my friend.. With this being one of his top poems! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 104] Author : Balu Date : 01-15-2017 06:39 PM Aleksandr Pushkin was an amazing poet. He was definitely one of the world's greatest poets in my opinion! I've read many of his poems but I suspect the are perhaps many more than have not been translated. He rates tops in my book, my friend.. With this being one of his top poems! -Tyr I don't know if you or anybody else is familiar with the oeuvre of A.S.Griboyedov (1795-1829) https://vk.com/wall-45076869?own=1&offset=320 https://www.stihi.ru/pics/2008/03/25/767.jpg Here is a monologue from His famous A Four-Act Comedy - 'WOE FROM WIT' ( https://www.stihi.ru/2008/03/25/767 ) In Soviet secondary school it was subject to learning by heart for everybody. C h a t s k y I wonder who the judges are ! With age they show hostility to freedom, They read the press that dates as far Back as the Crimean war. They call it wisdom. They're quick to criticize and curse And always sing the same old song, They never think they can be wrong. The older these men are the worse. Where are those fathers of the nation, Good models for our generation, The ones that roll in looted money With influential friends and relatives on hand? The ones that feast away their lives of honey And dwell in houses magnificent and grand? The houses in which the foul features of the past Will never be revived by all this foreign caste. The Moscow they will keep your mouth shut By sending you a dinner party invitation card. Or, maybe, It is the man to whom you used to take me For a bow when I was a baby? The leader of outstanding rascals, he Had a team of loyal servants That during fight-and-drinking rounds Had saved his life and honour, but then once He suddenly exchanged them for three hounds. And then there is the man, as good as all the others, He gathered children for his ballet muse By tearing them away from their mothers. He set his mind on Zephyrs and Amours And let the whole of Moscow admire their beauty, And when it came to setting his accounts He didn't bother about credits. "Out of sense of duty" All his Amours and Zephyrs he sold out. Those are the men that now have grown old and grey, The men enjoying high respect and estimation. "They are indeed our fair judges" - you will say. And if there is a man among the younger generation That never strives for vacancy nor seeks an occupation Who sets his mind on science and shows a thirst for knowledge Or good himself fills him with inspiration To creativity in art, They scream: "Disaster! Fire!" and acknowledge The man to be a dreamer and dangerous at that. The coat! The coat! They wear it still, So beautifully made, it used to hide Their timidness and their flippant mind. And that's the road that we should take at will. The wives and daughters, too, affect the coat And so did I until a while ago. I'm not an infant now, you know, On things like that I shall no longer dote. When some Guard's officers one day Were on a short time visit here The women shouted: "Hurrah!" And threw their bonnets into the air. F a m u s o v (to himself) He'll let me down, I'm sure. (in a loud voice) Sergey Sergeyich, I shall go, There in my room for you I'll wait. (goes out) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 105] Author : Balu Date : 01-15-2017 10:06 PM Listen! Listen, if stars are lit it means - there is someone who needs it. It means - someone wants them to be, that someone deems those specks of spit magnificent. And overwrought, in the swirls of afternoon dust, he bursts in on God, afraid he might be already late. In tears, he kisses God's sinewy hand and begs him to guarantee that there will definitely be a star. He swears he won't be able to stand that starless ordeal. Later, He wanders around, worried, but outwardly calm. And to everyone else, he says: 'Now, it's all right. You are no longer afraid, are you?' Listen, if stars are lit, it means - there is someone who needs it. It means it is essential that every evening at least one star should ascend over the crest of the building. By Vladimir Mayakovsky -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 106] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-17-2017 08:10 AM The View From A Window A view of the ragged woodland from The window:- Slender branched trees that shed From high above to low below; The faint, mauven peaks Smattered with barely visible Scatterings of drifted snow; Across the matted undergrowth A bronzed carpet of copper coloured Leaves; Whose rusting hue, Momentarily ignited by stray Sunbeams weakly smouldering, Briefly refurbished - Deceives with all the colours of a Rainbow... From vibrant red through to shy Hints of indigo; Those vague outlines indicating Receding hills; Here, arising, long ago, every waking Dawning, The creaking structures Of groaning and imposing mills; Soon a slow thawing that quickly Spills Into the trickling replenishments Of many gushing and silvery little Rills. Enchantment gripped me! And I found myself wistfully Thinking... Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere, Just behind where the great Flattening Orb Is now rapidly shrinking, That I might, by perchance, find, If I did so hope to bravely dare, To happen upon a hidden and Sedentary way of life up there? That, forgotten, has turned its Back on the social conflicts Plagued by the curses of ingrained Vice; Encumbering a soul with its petty Squabblings, Imposing upon with demands and Avarice... When placing unnecessary burdens On a honest bodies daily call Of grinding toil and wearisome Strife! And still stood, With hands outstretched upon the Painted sill, At the waist half-bent, Now troubled by quiet mutterings In an inexplicable sorts Of self-imposed discontent, My staid consciousness almost Unawares, As, momentarily distracted, I hesitated, and, unseeing, Inattentively stared... Until... A ragged chapter of cawing Daws, Loudly jabbering overhead, Suddenly wheeled - And upwardly soared; Whereupon, in murderous haste, Awkwardly fled When laboriously stealing away Back inside the stubbled fields... Thus causing me to slowly straighten; Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang, Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling Over That indivisibly conceals... Drew shut the sullen curtains, which, Heavily embroidered with indeterminate finality, Did dejectedly hang, aside the cold Reveals. Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 107] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-18-2017 09:49 AM So Soft is the Sonnet of Willows This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. It is something I wrote a long time ago and I thought I’d just put it out here in case anyone cared to read it. Thank you, Chris So Soft is the Sonnet of Willows Such is the heart of a dreamer Sought after deep in the mist Seeking the quest of a thirsting desire Falling to moments like this Peering the distant endeavor Calling the places I’ve known Sending out visions so endless in wonder Standing this ledge all alone Come to my heart always steady Shape it as how it should be Teach me the ways of your unending song Lyrics of comfort to me Lift me with phrases now spoken Take from my words on the page Collections of feelings I wear on my sleeve Shine me the light of your ways I am of clay so unmolded Bend me and shape me to form Open my heart with the keys of your love While dying I wish to be born Caverns so wide as I forage The depth of their history deep Shadows that follow the pathways I walk Stairways my soul it does keep Yours is my desperate reason Clinging to every fold Challenges lie in wake of the storm Northerly winds flowing cold I shan’t recoil destinations My mind it is set on the prize Temptingly so it does fan every flame Come I shall soon realize Time for the moment a danger Season’s of past now I fear As I declare my unending longing Wishing you ever so near Trapped as I traverse the mountain Chains of my pain garner tight Reaching for avenues lost in the fog Blinded by darkness of night Soon I will relive the mornings Joined by a perfect content Welcoming sunrise as everywhere glows Finding the hours we’ve spent Trusting that no one is watching Holding your hand on the street Wrapping my arms ‘round your waist for a while Kissing your lips soft and sweet Words that will require actions Motions in spite of the sky Threatening these clouds overhead as I walk Waving the past a good bye Now as my life is beginning Fortunate flags sure to wave Sending a secret embedded in stone Caution for this I do crave Asking this long winded journey Steps in the grass for to find Destiny praises my unfettered wishes Spent as the heart does unwind Yours is the hand that I reach for Save me in spite of my tears Love me for many more wars shall invade Filling the future with years Run with me out to the fields Keep me in sight at all turns Paint me with colors so vibrant and true Teach me for I want to learn I will not be so untrusting Pressures no longer to hide Truth is my shield as it shines ever gold Honesty I shall confide Come to my heart it is waiting Here in this darkened abyss Shining so bright for your eyes now to see Reaching for you that I miss I promise you shall not be sorry Taking this chance is the key Found in the corners of thoughts so inspired True as my covenant be I whisper my truth through the mountains Breathless I run to the shore Hopeful I patiently wait your reaction Searching for you evermore Soft is the sonnet of willows Wavering winds form the streams Blowing so that you may welcome my peace Singing the songs of your dreams Mine is a tiresome journey Treasures all cast to the bay Every dollar I’ve owned as a man Spent in a fortunate way For this is my precious possession A heart that does beat from above Carefully showing the face of the plan Showering you with my love Rain on the valley of passion Rose petal scent brings the breeze Take from this night the joys of affection Lingered in fresh memories This I do pledge, my heart crossing No longer wishing to die Rivers of hope that do wash on your feet Sent forth attempting to try Cherishing love I am finding Wanting forever to be Everything that you do see in your soul All that’s expected of me I am but only one person Doing just what I will do Being myself in the face of the storm Sending my love up to you There is no mask I am wearing The smile you see is for real I can not be something that I am not All of my life I reveal Hoping that you understand this Praying my words written of Things that my heart wants to tell you my dear Penned now with only my love Such is the heart of a dreamer Seeking not silver and gold My only goalis that you love me true Just as my dreams have foretold So soft is the sonnet of willows Wind through their branches blows free Whispering dreams evermore shall come true When you are standing with me Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017 I just found this great poem this morning. It is a masterpiece in my opinion and that has been said in comments to this poem by over a dozen top poets at my home poetry site!--Tyr p.s. Now I find THAT this morning one of my newest poems has made Poem Of The Day (POTD). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 108] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-19-2017 11:00 AM A Southern Snow In the dark of night, moon hidden from sight Large snowflakes in flight and transcending white Come morning's twilight, ice crystals ignite They sparkle so bright as sun rays excite The song birds unite, and softly invite On the heart it writes , a poet's delight January 6 2017 Monorhyme- 6 lines 10 syllables per line Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017 This so far this is, the best poem I've read, that is entered in that contest. I have not entered one, as this poetry form, brings no inspiring interests in me.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 109] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-21-2017 08:42 PM realized too late she thought it was nothing and broke it off, but despite her feelings, he took it rough. The love that seemed unforeseen to her, taunted him each time he dreamed. Although he did his best to forget, he hadn’t been able to forget her yet. Passed his breaking point late one night, he found a rope and tied it tight. Not long after he stepped off his bucket, he was found with a note inside his pocket. “i will love her until the day i die,” were his last words and final goodbye. With that, she realized far too late that leaving him was her worst mistake. Struck with grief, she grabbed two bottles. Orange first, emptied it to the bottom. She washed ‘em down with the bottle of rum, his picture in her hand as she went numb. Copyright © jocelyn honaker | year posted 2017 a new poet at my poetry home site. Her first poem is impressive, imho!-tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 110] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-23-2017 07:34 AM Ashes Ashes fall like tears of weeping angels to the ground. Lives were lost and will never be found. It was when war approached in her heart without a sound. If she couldn't burn the grief, she would release hell upon this town. She wore her aching pain like a goddess in a flaming gown. A queen dressed for battle, she left only her bloodstained crown. Then her hellish fire was raised burning everything - everyone around. "Ashes, ashes!" Were her last words, "We all fall down." Copyright © Brianna Wahlquist | Year Posted 2016 An outstanding piece!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 111] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-24-2017 10:55 AM Who Is Your Neighbor WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR Forty feet high and circumference of six feet, my neighbor is a massive Saguaro cactus It can be a source of sorrow or safety to wild creatures running in blackness Probably hundred years old and stands all day in the hot sun unable to run Sometimes a neighborhood gang of lowlifes will drive by and use it for target fun It has two arms and stands close enough to its partner that they are hugging My neighbor is surrounded by many cousins who are jealous of its majestic flowers budding It starts out as little seedling protected by a nurse tree and now by governments My neighbor is so popular around here that his cousins are used for yard ornaments Unfortunately this neighbor is sick from all the exhaust fumes coming from the passing cars I am happy to claim this green giant as my closest, quietest neighbor so far SassyLady 09/12/15 Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015 Yes, it is our own Sassylady and this poem has 559 views!!! I will post others she wrote if she does not mind , as I find every poem she has written there, shows great poetic talent, keen intellect and a very wise and fine heart.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 112] Author : SassyLady Date : 01-26-2017 02:42 AM Yes, it is our own Sassylady and this poem has 559 views!!! I will post others she wrote if she does not mind , as I find every poem she has written there, shows great poetic talent, keen intellect and a very wise and fine heart.-Tyr I like this one about cactus better ... I think it's been posted here before. Enduring the Ages