* * * 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
Endure Stoic saguaros, Capture the sunset Reach for the stars Shelter creatures near and far Tell them they are safe here Regally stand tall and absorb summer rains Gather rainbows and share the pot of gold Nourish nubs of life on your massive trunk For they ensure survival of your bloodline Hold yourself proudly my desert king Relish your strength and heritage Spread your fertile seeds Kiss the clouds Always, always, Endure
Copyright © Miss Sassy (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=68064) | Year Posted 2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 113] Author : SassyLady Date : 01-26-2017 09:07 PM Tyr ... did you take note of the word sequence in my poem ... Enduring? It was very deliberate. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 114] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-27-2017 06:45 AM Tyr ... did you take note of the word sequence in my poem ... Enduring? It was very deliberate. Yes I did. That creativity was icing on the cake and readily seen by me....... When I read poetry I take note of 1.heart and 2. soul first, -- then 3.message,4. beauty, 5. creativity - then -- 6. flow/speed/rhyme(if in rhyme), 7.color/imagery elicited, 8. form and I make a judgment of the 9. poet's intent. These are criteria I use to judge poem. This poem and its sister cactus poem fill the bill superbly.. As I've stated before, you have the gift my friend... I encourage you to grow it and to share that gift with others, both here and elsewhere.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 115] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-07-2017 09:39 AM Poem from the heart: Please don't force me to write another word, I speak from thy heart as if it was heard, My pen useless in expressions I find, Though it stems from every part of my mind. How can one shift the unmovable force? While helpless and stranded in this of course, Speaking from my pen from one point of view, Is all that I have to give you a clue. And hoping that my words will shine on through, Giving you a glimpse of what I hold true, In such few words, I will not find a way, But I shall try my best to have my say. A sonnet I have written words to you, Poems from my heart, the best I can do. Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017 This poet, a good friend of mine -writes with heart, soul and deep messages. This sonnet tis not meant to awe with flowery language or whimsical words- rather its meant to point to a direct and verified truth! That poetry is heart, soul, and mind, freely given/presented to others. True poets(some would say great poets!) write as a gift not as an advancement of personal gain, be that gain wealth , fame or personal satisfaction , IMHO.. Here he acknowledges that sonnets are brief and difficult form to deliver messages in-but that challenge when met- tis a golden treasure to be cherished by those it may please, help and intellectually entertain.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 116] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-09-2017 08:15 AM ALWAYS HAVE HOPE (For my friend Aisling: da'iman 'amal) In the night that runs on fear, smile at me. When nightmares haunt, laugh at me. When demons show their ugly masks, beam at me. And always, ever have hope. When your head is so full it cascades, stare at stars. As thoughts spill ferociously, softly seek them. Forget thousands of misplaced words, see glimmers Of hope, always have hope. Days where you can't hear your thoughts, listen to music. Minutes failing to making sense, immerse in singing. 'Seconds' a word without meaning, tune in harmony. Believe in hope, there always is hope. When nothing rhymes, you almost lose it, In darker days, you cannot meet it, In doubt, despair, or anger, it will elope, But it will return, not ever lose hope! *** January 21, 2017 Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017 Exceedingly beautiful and deep. Hope has saved more people that medicine... This poet always writes with such talent shown and felt when reading his poems.. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 117] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-10-2017 06:47 AM because of you i used to be naive, i used to trust but then that trust just crumbled into dust the world at large is so unkind, it's true there is the world at large, and then there's you you are the one on whom i rest my soul my naked thoughts reveal without control you are the one to banish every doubt to make me see what trust is all about you are the one i tell each secret fear the one whose fragrant promise lingers near. You are the one who knows my hidden ways who fills with love the moments and the days you are my fortress sure, my anchored dream i lie still in your arms in flowing stream you are the one who loves without degree the one whose smile erases history you are the lover's hope given in pledge a sure security when life's on edge you are my truth, my strength, my everything because of you, my heart and soul can sing eileen manassian copyright © eileen manassian | year posted 2017 this sweet lady, my friend- is a true poetess. Such heart and soul she puts into every poem that she writes!! -tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 118] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-11-2017 06:10 PM Form: Quatrain Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck, Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now, All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too. Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born, With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious, Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure. A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk, Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers, As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples, An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two. The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest; Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness, So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory. We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise, As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true, We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017) (Quatrain) Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017 Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, BOTH OF THESE TRUE AND GREAT POETS ARE GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE.-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 119] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-12-2017 06:12 PM Just Love No flowers or candy can express the feelings of love I did possess. Your kind words and your gentle caress would evoke the greatest happiness. I could read emotions on your face, the ones that led to passion’s embrace. The strings to my heart you could unlace and time will not these feelings erase. For now I can only see you smile when I stare at the clouds for a while. The love I felt walking down the aisle made all life’s challenges feel worthwhile. I need no gifts from a love so true; I adored you at first sight, first view. A Valentine’s hug I send to you, knowing I’ll join you when this life’s through. January 30, 2017 Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 120] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-13-2017 11:07 PM Beyond The Breakers Beyond the breakers, dreamers hoist their sails Lost in the clouds, on ships of make believe A stowaway, escaping life's travails Adventurer, Inventing hearts to thieve Imagination wakes the inner child A problem, is an island to explore An argument, a king to be exiled Where grown ups, for a moment are ignored And yet we rarely ever take the time To let the inner child come out to play Or watch the clouds in silent pantomime Act out our fantasies of childhood days Beyond the breakers new horizons loom Imagination is your child's playroom Daniel Turner Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017 This poet, is truly wonderful. Imagination, depth, flow , rhyme and message are all stellar..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 121] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-15-2017 06:52 AM BETWEEN FARAWAY DISTANCE is THE POET and I Treacherous stretches mounds of greens feed fresh the mind. . . never ever upon a spangled heavens or in seagulls’ crash - hush, nor on echoed notes of tweeting nightingales did I hear; feel. I find the need to stop, steadily listen to the drumbeating of my heart. Vivid is the touch of class brushed unto words, phrases and lines paraded to thousand eyes to be read; critiqued or appreciated. Not the lyrics, not the tones, not ev'n verses nor blues could conceal. His pens, the aroma of spring flowers, sweet! Drawing grins to lips: his style, maybe common to some but to me: truly, one of a kind. Speaking softly to my nerves, tickling senses to consider he. . . Our panache oppose however in seeking depths likeness bursts, boundless in abandon from fountain of muse, more than amuse. Not a sonnet, not a kyrielle, not even a haiku nor a tanka could hide. Unstoppable, the poet and I, our thoughts and feelings fused. Twined in our inks displayed not only a blooming romance hue. Yes, between us is a faraway distance, so flagrant - challenging intentions if sincere or not, but shared portions of rhymes, talks and times won; serving as shapers, enriching our vows. Not long, the poet and I is wearing golden rings. Written January 01, 017 (09:55 am) Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2017 Truly wonderful poetess!!!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 122] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-16-2017 07:51 PM Mist on the Barrows ***Dedicated to a wise old man I once knew*** -----" There is no such thing as death..." ------ an old friend 'O desolate wasteland, filled not with flowery rushes, threshing green fields silted, earthy and ether months; there can be no solstice, no progress ---- where the tides are naught The barrows long for life, the painter's easel and stroke; yet not even rainbow shadow could colors so evoke, life into thy nostrils ----- English barrow grave; the dead are not there..... Saxon King no more..... Though they are not gone, for very long; our hearts be all we have, among memories, tides, and song So do they hearken Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017 My friend Keith, writes with such depth, style and classic imagery in mind.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 123] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-18-2017 11:47 AM Prelude To Your Love, by Nicola Byrne Prelude To Your Love To feel your love upon my wanting skin, Most delicate touch, just once, I crave; To have your breath, warm, against my chin, Awaken me from this forgotten grave. In hope, I wait beneath this night’s illuminated sky, With the moon our only light and silent witness; Your whispers will break my every lethargic sigh, Before enchantment envelops me with that first kiss. You’ve intoxicated me with your cryptic words, Now inebriate me with your mysterious scent; Submerge me in dance until dawn’s call of birds, Or stay for a day in gloriousness spent. Bathe me in the fountain of your sweltering passion, Just one night, I ask, of indulgent obsession. 14th February 2017 Sonnet without syllable restrictions Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017 ----------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- This poetess has many beautiful poems written in greater length that showcase her massive talents. I chose this superb sonnet as sonnets are my favorite poetry form.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 124] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-19-2017 02:40 PM Poem Ingredients Many ingredients bake writing inspiration This recipe combines a stirring sensation: Heaps of desires never realized as marinated in teary sore eyes; Quantities of wide open spaces caramelized by nature’s appeal; Ageless genuine emotional traces sifted thru heart rendered graces; Equal parts family and romantic love as roasted within, without and above; Measured creamed ideals of peace with blanched pain and battle grease; Diced wishes braised with thrill bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill; Slices of awe from a glorious tree breaded with traits strong and free; I do not forget sour spices of greed dusted with mankind’s violent seed; A mix of fears dredged in anxiety with stress jelled in complexity; and, lastly faith garnished spirit grown in a soul conscious thicket. If able, I mix love with ingredients above before sampling my recipe once warmed up. If savory, I serve it in Soup’s poetry cup. ... CayCay Jennings January 20, 2017 Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017 This exceptional poetess, awes with this piece. I believe this gem was written for a contest.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 125] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-20-2017 08:51 PM The Man Who Always Cried He cried when he was happy, He cried while he was sad, He cried when he felt nothing, He cried while he was mad. He cried when he saw laughter, He cried when he saw tears, He cried when he saw someone Aged beyond their years. He cried when he would walk home From Work every day. He cried when he had free time, So he drank it away. He cried when he was loving, He also cried alone. He cried looking in eyes That, for him, only shone. He cried out of sorrow, Empathy, and love. He cried for the scarecrows And the pure white doves. He cried into the night, And throughout the day. He cried when he was right, And knew what to say. He cried out of reason, Philosophy, and pain. He cried himself to madness, Just from being sane. Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 126] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-28-2017 05:18 AM Another Winter Star by Keith O.J. Hunt I awoke to find the tall splendor of the world, in those cosmic canyons, shearing darkness ---- in the pallet of some ethereal night; ancient with desire..... to Illume the thick shadow of hades itself Not death nor mortal doubt couldst thou flee from me, mighty as Aphrodite ---- Shooting thy silver smile beautiful as heaven's promise! In your shimmering I see hope, for the heart which beholds thy majesty the world could fade, yet you remain..... a friendly face if none should be found, but you..... that thou Creator dost reveal; my soul, ageless as thee (am spun from the same loom) Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 127] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-01-2017 08:59 PM Her Swift Chariot I Await From a swift wind may she return this night, may the moon delight the path less traveled and make mighty her heals; for this tiny flower wan in her meadow, where lightning rips the skeletal gloom, (where she knows not which way to heaven) --- but the Star which shines above forgotten tombs.... How I miss her warmth.... while the night pours melancholy and the sky thunders forbidden secrets..... For many a moon shall pass til I have her home; where it is now all but empty..... and the clock ticks not for time, but a cruel, long wait, and ill tidings grin.... Have me faith while the devil licks his lips, and throws sharp stones, from a desolate deep dark; She is mighty with me and I with She, no death could give us part --- no gate from hell to keep us apart; with the strong arms of the Lord, (her swift chariot I await) *** A prayer and a plea that my girlfriend has a swift recovery in the hospital*** Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017 THIS SUPERBLY WRITTEN POEM IS BY MY GREAT FRIEND KEITH. A poet that awes me with his great talent..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 128] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-02-2017 03:22 PM Daughter of Oak and Ash For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own; nymphs named the silk-skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna. This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove. She recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone. Nymphs named the silk skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna, by-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping; she recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone. An adept now, she aids the Weird in its fight with rising hell. By-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping, raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well. An adept now, she aids the glade in its fight with rising hell; her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell. Raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well. The Blood moon’s rise brings hell’s minions out in droves; her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell. Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled. The Blood moon’s rise brings hell's minions out in droves. Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood. Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled, as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell. Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood. This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell. For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own. First Published by After the Pause Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 129] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-03-2017 06:47 AM Nature's Beauty Flows Out To Transcend Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew, As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks. And the soaked birds began to cry for you As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks. Silver Maples fluttering in the wind, Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away. So beautiful, joy found around each bend With brightened colors, every joyful day. Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new, In nature’s caress weathered every storm. I, old and weary with my last years due, To written legacy my cast transforms. As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend, Every life’s journey must come to its end. Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren This one, written as a sonnet. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 100 Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 130] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-05-2017 10:07 AM A Meeting ----- by Victor Buhagiar In the deep silence of the night When perplexity confuses the mind, I feel your power descend upon me, Surrender becomes inevitable As I become malleable under the hammer of love. I view you, approach, alone, resplendent In the pale rays of the dazzling moonlight, As if you were an enigmatic ghost drawing near In a flimsy wisp of a whirling nightly mist. Who are you, I ask myself, Love or Death? Come closer, come, I'm not afraid, Sing an echoing mermaid song for me Or slide into an enticing dance macabre. I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavours, Where nocturnal elfin whispers and dreamy antics, So pleasing to the sensuousness of the mind, Combine to please the florid sensitive nerves Of this old, tired and jaded mind. Victor Buhagiar , 7 June 2016 Truly exceptional poetry... My good friend Victor , written before his wife died, EARLIER THIS YEAR, FROM A LONG ILLNESS...2017...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 131] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-06-2017 03:03 PM A Wolf's View ----------------- by Laura Leiser I am strong, I am lean I am part of the restless pack I am a great wolf on the run swift of foot and living free. When I stare at your world I see fat dogs that look like me. They don't hunt, they just wait until you feed them. When I am hungry, I often want to eat one. I work hard for my food I hunt with the pack thrill with the chase the exhilaration howling with my snout uplifted thanking the moon in my wake. Then in sheer exhaustion I sleep under an open sky safe in the warmth of the pack in all kinds of weather proud and secure with my kind. Your dogs have human warmth but have lost their instincts coddled by humans who are afraid to put them out at night afraid they will be cold afraid they can't survive. They are not free like me I am not imprisoned by soft humans. I am not soft, nor was I meant to be soft. I am a canine, strong and free. Written on 2/5/2017 Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 132] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-08-2017 12:01 PM Pandita Sanchez Form: Free verse Sadness - When You're Gone My darling precious Mama before you go, before your last breath is drawn, I just want you to know how much I love you so. Please forgive everything this errant child of yours has done wrong, and all the times I disappointed and let you down. I can’t help holding on to you, my Rock of Gibraltar, my strength, my warrior and defender, my trustworthy confidante, even though your time has come and the Great Spirit is calling you home. Forgive my selfishness, my beautiful, brave one, for I do know you are tired, your mission here is done, and you seek eternal rest; but I don’t want to miss the sound of your melodious voice singing old Spanish love songs, your loving smile, and your wavy, snowy white hair reflecting the venerable sage that you are. What am I going to do, Mama, without your unconditional love and support which keep me afloat when life tries to pull me down? My hot tears overflow like a river swollen with sadness and grief, just knowing that I will soon be a motherless child alone, adrift at sea without you, my lifeline, my best friend, my hero. I wish you didn’t have to leave me, my darling precious Mama. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 133] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-10-2017 08:57 PM Seeking Immortal Life Life extension and rejuvenation a process aimed at stretching life on earth; It could become the foremost quest from birth. But, when age succumbs to curbed duration concepts tested by acute frustration... then fragile straws are clutched for all they’re worth as long as in this world one finds a berth. Thus, plan ‘B’ is launched: reincarnation. Is life perpetual fruit of false desire, such as finding the philosopher’s stone, latched to the wild allure of wind and fire? An afterlife assures a lasting zone where faithful ones eternal joy acquire beside the Lord on His celestial throne. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This Italian Sonnet consists of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdcdcd. Each line is made up of 10 syllables. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Contest: Form ‘I’ ~ Immortal Theme Sponsor: Broken Wings © 1st March 2017 Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 134] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-11-2017 12:07 PM Italian Sonnet Kindly read the following verses from the Bible (there is an icon at the left side) for better understanding: * I Timothy 1:17 * I Timothy 6:16 * Romans 1:18-26 * Romans 5:10 * I Corinthians 15:51-54 Mortal Becoming Immortal ---by Jo Daniel The immortal, invisible King dwells in the light to which no man can draw near But by God's grace immense, He did appear as a man to die on the cross that tells of His great love for us. We the mortals will put on immortality. No fear we have of death, as long as we live here. Such infinite love has no parallels. Yet, men try foolishly to reduce God's immortality to mortal likeness of man, birds, beasts and creeping things, in vain; With God, the creature is being at odds, Therefore, God too gave up man to vileness, But, now we're reconciled; Christ's death, our gain. 02/28/17 Rhyme scheme: abbaabba cdecde (10 syllables each line) Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017 -------------------------------------------- This immensely talented poetess is a good friend of mine. I have never read a poem written by her that was not top quality work!!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 135] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-12-2017 12:32 PM Form: Hybronnet | Heartache ------------- by Suzanne Delaney Narrow grows the infinite sky In mind a list of all who've gone before - years passed- so quickly by Enough to prejudice the dawn And little joys and larger griefs Consumed our hearts and minds at will Dared us to question our beliefs Until that moment we grew still.... What was then our consolation? Heaven loomed, larger than before Paradise a mere fixation with death too final to ignore Nirvana, everlasting Eden Heaven waits beyond all reason 2/9/17 For Broken Wings Form H Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 136] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-13-2017 09:55 AM Form: Free verse a new beginning with each crest of a wave forming white crystal peaks she weeps, inhales, let's go. beneath a star studded vista a resplendent guiding light arms open, palms up, she is free. the soothing sea winds carrying away her grief and sorrow hands posed in devotion, she smiles. in a seascape of serenity her baptism place of choice she steps forward, her new beginning. 02-17-2017 Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 137] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-19-2017 09:23 AM Form: Couplet | Like A Ghost Deep within the darkened halls of my mind I search each memory of love not meant to be. Where love shone bright but now has left only tattered webs of pain and sorrow for me. Lost and left behind to wander aimlessly, to feel the viperous sting of what once was, now no more. To know of love's beauty and tenderness and passion between two hearts and all scars that it bore. Like a ghost forever to wander these empty halls whaling for love's lost memories day and night. Forgotten, forsaken this ghost with a broken heart, invisible, just an empty memory in plain sight. Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 138] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-20-2017 05:55 AM ode to the little one "ode to the little one" on this night I sit and stare to my surprise such illumination I see a glorious clear black sky countless shining stars showing themselves for hopes and dreams such glitters this night know not why they reveal no resolve for my life or path in my heart I know they're placed for me they whisper your strength is true giving recognition of pain gone through I continue to stare and hear their call both sky and star tell me to ask not why why black clouds and life have neglected me tenderly whispering this you are not defined I see the changing sky as moments pass ever gently it moves and shifts back to me telling me worry not little one you're never alone never have you been or will be one day all will be answered and revealed until then hold strong be strong be you continue on little one through pain or tears SkyWatcher - 03-06-17 the above entry was inspired and dedicated to the "Little One" and "Lost Childhood" series written by Darren White Darren I hope I wrote with honor and dignity to your series and to the "Little One" there are no words to express the beauty of such a series shared by you Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 139] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-21-2017 01:58 PM After We're Gone After we're gone..... do we turn out the light ----- or will we hear our names whispered upon the wind? After we're gone..... does the midnite moon still stir the soul, or the seasons still invite us to never be alone; Do the birds still sing in the trees..... Do harmonies of life seize to be..... Can I feel her love still in a quiet breeze, assured that I am? For can history bare a great book ----- with all our names, a record, a final log ----- that we were, (at all) ? Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 201 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 140] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-26-2017 04:54 PM Southern Beauty https://soundcloud.com/kentucky-gal/2014-09-27-09-15-43717a How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today. Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway. With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display. Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play. Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade. Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade. I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me. In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see. Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground. Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound. Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace. Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face. So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see. This heavenly picture God has painted for me. Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 141] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-29-2017 12:20 PM Beneath this soft...dark silent sky Beneath this soft…dark silent sky as starlight teardrops weep in moon glow feathered sonnets… my heart waits ~ Clinging to every hope, laced of tiny woven dreams now filtered through weary eyes and worried sighs ~ Collecting each moment shared within my weathered hands…mixed with essence of rose petal and meadowlark song ~ Woven together in melodic patterns, colorful arcs on golden horizons bidding me a good evening while riding in on the sweetest of mystic zephyrs… ~ as another tear paints my cheek in transparent worry and desperate longing for that day when your happiness reappears ~ For here sits my whispered wishes, behind tufted clouds of life, touching me with poetic joy, allowing me to exhale freely ~ Beneath this soft…dark silent sky as starlight teardrops weep in moon glow feathered sonnets… where my heart waits…for your smile Good Night Soupers Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017 My good friend Chris, has hit a home run with this free verse composition.. Magnificent verses!!! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 142] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-31-2017 04:38 PM the soul wanderer late at night as the sun begins to fade out of view the flowers of the field send their scent to me within each petal droplets of watery dew and dusks of mettle gray and saffron glee; on cellophane wings i propel in free towards nature's nook and keep each tree appears to summon me towards the lair of old, i sink then steep inside the perfume of the night, where i can almost smell the light.... The end. Written for: Alex, "soul wanderer" by: Mystic rose march 20 2017 copyright © mystic rose | year posted 2017 this poetess, my friend-is a truly great artist...-tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 143] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-04-2017 07:01 AM A Gypsy for Aries ------------------ by Keith O.J. Hunt ***( Inspired from a story I heard of a bitter Greek military officer torn between love and duty; he would not run away with her, so she ran away from him....) The last dance tonite.... waltzing with me, this gypsy woman with wild eyes and a devilish smile; She would not let me go.... nor the kiss of her wines, her touch teased.... and lingered, Yet she danced and tore away, where the moon had spun her allure, and candles were blazing wild with sweet-west winds, On a night-boat then we sat, and floated to some bright shore; her eyes many moons of love, her hair flowed with a velvet mood.... But a heart wan with thorn and accusation, and dance no more she would, though with bedroom gaze she touched as Venus; a silk gown to beckon ---- on stardust we could climb some celestial stairway, make love for the ages.... forsake the sword in its bloodied sheath, Though the gods would grumble ---- the universe would wed us long before war, 'ere Venus could whisper its name..... Yet it is but a dream; for men must make heroes of devils, and kings must rule, and accuse (and gypsies must trick old fools....) Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015 ------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ As always, my good friend and fantastically talented poet, Keith Hunt, has written top flight and eloquent free verse poetry!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 144] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-05-2017 08:17 PM Poet's Notes (Hide) Inspired by Jerry T. Curtis "I Need a Cup of Seuss" Poetry Contest: 1 original, poem on the theme of "You are sitting in 'The Cat In The Hat' restaurant, I am your waiter-----what would you like to order---- ". Please, Pull Up a Chair I’d like you to bring me a dinner for two - A serving for me and a serving for you. I’ll order up something that we two can share. Please bring it, then sit with me! Pull up a chair! We’ll start with a salad. I hope you won’t mind this salad will be of the specialty kind, the kind made of rainchokes and fiddlehead roots, and topped with wassava and sharkflower shoots. And after our salad, we’ll have the main dish: some Teek Bourguignon, or lardines if you wish See, it just doesn’t matter what food that we eat, as long as you join me! Please, pull up a seat! Then after our meal, some dessert will be nice; I’ll order us up some sweet cragberry ice! We’ll top it all off with some coffee flown in especially from the small island of Dwin. I’ll thank you, dear waiter, for serving my needs; I’ll tip you with plenty of Dol-yapper seeds For, you see, I don’t eat alone, not anywhere! So bring it, then sit with me! Pull up a chair! Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2017 She did a wonderful job channeling Dr. Seuss!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 145] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-07-2017 04:20 PM The Sun Will Soon Shine Again Do not drown in your sorrow, This dark storm is not the end, Look forward to tomorrow, This cloud too shall pass, my friend; It's difficult, I agree, To stop thinking of the past, Those memories won't just flee, Give it some time, not so fast; Hold on to the True Anchor, The sun will soon shine again, Jesus, the Light, when darker, Does comfort you, so brighten; In your deepest pain of grief, Look to Him and find relief. 03/06/17 Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 146] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-13-2017 10:55 AM Natures Gift It's how the stars are lit at night and how the dew drops glisten How evening shadows mock the light and it's how the silence listens From the gentle sway of trees that bid such fond adieu Songs in a summer breeze a voice so clear, so true The glory of such symmetry so more than fills the eye To the beauty of such poetry this hopeful heart draws nigh In natural peace all love is born To live and thrive each blessed morn 03/14/2017 Poem Of The Week of 3/19/2017 Best New Poem of the Month 4/01/2017 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017 A truly exceptional sonnet written by a kind, remarkable and humble poet. A friend that I appreciate greatly!-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 147] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-17-2017 04:45 PM Cloud Weavers Little child Your tiny hands hold a little flower Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works It is the sanctuary of warm softness in the heart Free of all clouds and stormy weather Little feet You walk on soft white sand Eagerly, you pull yourself up after each fall In your curiosity, you discover what makes you happy It is the freedom of making your own choices Unconstrained by necessity or fate Little heart You embrace everyone without judging Innocently, you follow the impulse of your instinct In your imagination, you build the foundation of harmony It is the pillar of mutual acceptance Co-existing with different beliefs Now, a grown young man Your hands are no longer soft and delicate In your journey, you learn how betrayal works Painfully, you slip and fall each time It is the feeling of deep hurt in the heart That pushes you forward Now, a capable man You walk on a long winding path In your trial and error, you finally grasp the true nature of humans Disappointedly, you sigh at the people who create war And those who instill hatred in today's youth It is the sense of rightness that moves you Now, a man of experience You let your thoughts flow upon paper Dipped in the ink of blood, words continue to flourish Seamlessly, you integrate your enchanting imagery With the blessings of God's living water You paint a ladder of inspirations reaching the horizons Seeds of the new generation They are dreaming of a better future Far from the opening chambers of blind heartaches Those who drowned in the darkness of their moonshine spirits Burning sinners and hypocrites Drunken smartass slurring in a poetic oxymoron slang Evil minds Your eyes grin when you take away lives It is the cold heartless stare that you exude Until your victims' breaths leave their bodies The demons in you rejoice in your attachment to them Your souls are no longer your own Unfilled vessels The windows of your souls are sealed off You have fenced yourself in to keep out the goodness Spitting in Love's face, you bow to your Demon God It is the hatred that you cling onto When you weave long threads of recorded bad memories Unforgiving gale It approaches with a full force Floors tremble and vibrate When the houses break, it will be swift and inevitable It is an unstoppable vortex of good and evil A battle of hurling vile obscenities Demon possessed You will curse everything holy swearing lies Sweet talking arrogance with no bounds Under a thousand points of light So blind becomes the beggars vision of a predator Rattling through the cages of time Death holds a beating pulse Harsher than physical wounds exposed Pain burns the poker scorching hot inside empty skulls They curl their tongues in mockery of life Cultivating a culture of takers and pranksters Givers are now doomed and deemed foolish Where do we go from here? Stuck in past mindsets, the old must find a way To break the mold and make peace The young and new blood should never give up On peaceful tolerance and forgiving love Let bygones be bygones, start now with peace a co write by liam mc daid and Angeline Lim Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 148] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-23-2017 05:25 AM There Lies Art The easel beholds a half finishing painting The paints beside have all hardened Pain reflected in the partial emptiness Staring back at that gathered crowd The sun melts on the canvas page Creation explained in elapsed rage Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes Strewn across the almost barren floor One to the other in whispered voice I wonder if this would have been his choice? Empty wine bottles twirling in light Beside the dead body, a painting just right There lies Art In repose His final painting His last prose Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017 From my good friend Arthur Vaso, comes this gem.---Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 149] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-24-2017 04:26 PM A Lovers Kiss A wordless song drifts from your eyes with rhyme disguised in poems lost from heavens smile your heart replies assuming risk, no fear the cost You dare not weep to dampen dreams but pledge to take this hand of chance no less from love this passion streams in turn of fate not circumstance Left breathless from a lovers kiss this treasure found its place in time a pleasure true, no more than this not once rehearsed in pantomime Within each heart pure beauty lives When fancies flight is there to give 04/04/2017 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017 A beautiful sonnet by my good friend Charlie Smith.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 150] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-26-2017 02:10 PM In The Rain Forests Here I sit so all alone Sometimes it’s scary on my own In the silence of rain forest land This stillness I don’t understand So many noises I do hear It seems that danger’s always near The night is black it’s hard to bare All those mysteries out there This jungle training ain’t so grand For death might takes me in its hand Anything could happen here The enemy they could be near Waiting just to cut me down My face it wears a frightened frown I want to go back to my bed Where I don’t hear those demon treads Oh, please I cry to God above As I try to find the sky above I’ve had enough of this cruel war Oh, what is this some, creatures roar All I see is darkness here Darkness, and heart filled with fear Please my lord let me go home No more let me these forests roam Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 151] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-29-2017 04:10 PM Your Favorite Song - You and Me Oh that’s you and me “You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there” Destiny carves its path through lives, filling needs unknown until it happens Bridging gaps of empty terrain where love belongs eventually as our hearts wait for that one we feel on the journey “You and me we belong together, just like a breath needs the air” So many comparisons play, moving pieces to spaces, uncovered Sliding down chutes, climbing ladders, sensing that something waits, something good Inspired to keep going, following the lines drawn in tingles on skin “I told you if you called I would come runnin’, across the highs the lows and the in betweens” You’ve taken my hand and showed me things are not always as they seem Until you find them in your shadow, lifting you when you fall, caressing your soul in unexplained notions, safety and comfort with merely a touch “You and me we’ve got two minds that think as one and our hearts march to the same beat” Your eyes, my eyes, we see similar patterns curving about skylines of melodic tempos As we walk together, one step after the other, but two steps always for the other in whatever direction they choose, syncopated movements hand in hand ”They say everything it happens for a reason, you can be flawed enough but perfect for a person” These scars of past seasons, cold winds blow across arid deserts of details and misgivings Cloaked in love’s blanket, accepted beyond yesterdays Put away in box with a lock, no key is available and neither would want it anyway ”Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart, guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark” This light that leads, from your smile, your understanding, your acceptance that I reflect back as a mirror Enhancing the beam of this forever feeling, Strolling down avenues of pleasure for happiness is always a two way street ”Oh that’s you and me…” 4/4/17 The italicized lines are lyrics from one of my favorite songs, “You and Me” by Pink and Dallas Green off the Rose Ave album. https://youtu.be/TUYleIXgceQ For the “Your Favorite Song” poetry contest Sponsored by: Alexis Y. Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017 My friend Chris, a very talented young poet, composed a great entry for that , your favorite song, contest...-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 152] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-01-2017 04:42 PM Salvation seeps in the mist And as light fades awe sings in temporal sonnets while goldenrod flits the fields and lavender scents joyful whispers for here neath this shadowy creature, Point Percee revels, wonder dances on cobblestones and voices are lifted beyond horizons as this warrior of scalloped wing and fire brand culls the night skies sweeping enchantment in place of fear, taken from the last war Salvation seeps in the mist where lost sons had fallen and once again risen within the flames of life, breaths of cast dreams where heroes fly and all is well With torches raised high, embers of elation flicker on soft winds illuminating cheers and celebrations in the name of the knight and his fearless collaborator 5/1/17 Written for the Collaborated Poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper A link to Eve’s poem we were to collaborate with https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dragon_of_haute_savoie_894917 Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017 This is true poetic talent gleaming!!!! My friend Chris, composes a genuine gem, IMHO..-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 153] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-05-2017 09:28 AM THE POET --- by Danielle Quietly across a desk sits The Poet The thoughts race through his mind The trees will stir, the valley glistens The Poet has stories for any who'll listen In a troublesome world rests The Poet Life keeps moving forward in an accelerated pace New lives are created while others shall end The Poet's heart must repeatedly mend One constant is the work coming forth from The Poet He knows his audience depends on his verse His writing provides a path from his soul The Poet continues to reach for his goal What seeketh he, my good friend The Poet Why must he keep on through heartache and sorrow It's best not to ask, answers won't be forthcoming The Poet must keep writing to aid in the numbing From the pen of a -- VERY YOUNG AND TALENTED NEW POETESS.. :clap::clap::clap::clap::clap:--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 154] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-08-2017 07:02 AM Presenting a double today-both are great and very talented poet friends of mine ,which I have collaborated with in the past.-Tyr The Black Dragon ----- by Keith O.J. Hunt So arid this desert.... where the tumbleweeds blow, and the snake makes his nest; not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire, and raise from dead things ---- life with war and antiquity ---- The mummy cannot speak.... but mumbles evil ---- 'Gold! Gold!' ....'til it runs out..... The 'long' arms of the law haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate; the 'laissez-faire' ---- Though the bombs drop like tear(drops) in the darkest corners of the world, to picnic on the first day of war, and gorge upon peace..... Little Illuminati generals..... pawns for the great hog upon his throne; who has waged death upon the whole world, .....shadows deep (with sable scale) black dragon keeps his poised tail to crush the school of man; To reverse the footprints of Christ, and the wisdom of Buddha, and the glorious faith of Mohamed ---- The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word, and not the fire in the heart; where God forged wisdom to all men, And not the scroll which does not breathe, cannot see, cannot stop the bombs from dropping..... For how can all the world preach peace ---- with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow? Love has no cause to be afraid, to mistrust like a nervous wind, and blow accusations where it may..... What cannot be harmed has no need to attack, but sits upon the lap of faith, assured in its security ---- To build evolution on the lips of children, for their minds see wonder in God's creations and hope in the growing, with little flowers in their soft thoughts..... and new whims in innocent joy; We have learned to love what we once could not, ' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ---- Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne, a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes, Where eternity shall not echo his name nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb, for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss, with one eye open..... Sleep dragon! Sleep! death is upon thee like the night in thy armor! slip into the caverns of the deep, and be no more..... Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014 Keith never fails in delivering his unique and beautiful style of top class poetry.--Tyr ********************************************************************************************************************************* Dancing with the Devil Lost between the borders of heaven and hell, confusion led to this story, one must tell. Surrounded by a world full of violence, I closed my eyes and took a vow of silence. Wondering if this life was even real, weird chills and shivers, one began to feel. Suddenly a figure appeared in a shroud, in silence, his words echoed ever so loud. He said: "If you dare, come closer and take a chance, won't you give me the pleasure of one dance? Do not fear for I am not violent, why are you the one who is silent?" I replied: "Why should one become your willing dancer, so that you can fill my mind with cancer? You are nothing but a ferocious beast, go now, upon my soul you shall not feast." He laughed: "I know all about your hidden schemes, I'm the one who can bring you your dreams." Thou shall not sin, come leave this humdrum city, let me show you a life, ever so pretty. Can't you see we are all the same breed, they will all follow if you plant my seed." Louder and louder his words would repeat, effecting the rhythm of my heart beat. This was no simple case of confusion, for this image was causing delusion. Then again, life can become an illusion, when one chooses, a life full of seclusion. I replied: "I must decline this dance you want so badly, for you this poem will end, rather sadly. For, I seek a path of peaceful harmony, my soul cannot sing with you in symphony. Nothing here for you, so be on your way, this time your words shall not lead me astray." Scorned he left with a sly grin on his face, vowing to return again to this place. Inside, something that day seemed to have died. Resisting temptation filled me with pride. For him this was just a sinister game, but, I could never live a life of shame. After all I was my mother's son, strong - after all had been said and done. The Silent One 1 May 2017 A TRUE GEM FROM MY GOOD FRIEND SILENT ONE. Having written poems in collaboration with him I know he is incredibly talented and a kind and most generous gentleman!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 155] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-09-2017 09:44 AM Hoping the flowers bloom --- by Chris Green Sifting through my day, withered masses of an old heart searching in the wrong corner, dreaming in muted grays on a white background, wandering through the garden of my every lost dream, hoping the flowers bloom . . . and I get to see them Long hours only offer relief when I look past the walls formed around my smile so long ago, they are now only a faded memory flickering in and out, losing clarity Then out of nowhere comes a light, so brilliant, beautiful, electrifying I can only stare and wonder, is this for me to keep, or dare I say . . . to love? Love, now that’s a laugh Love only finds those who deserve it and those signs have long since pointed a different direction But a voice speaks otherwise a soft tone, a sweet noise I’ve not heard or imagined . . . When whispers of affection from her fall upon my ears . . . my ears? Like I am something, somebody, and it feels good even if it is still hard to believe And I feel tears forming, could this be happiness I ask, when there before my misted eyes The flowers are blooming . . . and I can see them -------------------------------------------------------- I found this great poem to be a true gem written in free verse, by my friend Chris..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 156] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-12-2017 05:12 PM The Ember's Pride Made An Ash Out Of Him -------------------- David Pekrul There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good, Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood, And he thought that he was better than the embers there that day, But, alas, he didn't know that soon his pride would turn him gray. There were many other embers that were crowding out his space, They were vying for attention and were trying to keep the pace, He believed they were a nuisance and he felt they were a pain, And he knew that they were jealous, and it rubbed against his grain. "I'm an ember in the ashes and I'm burning hot inside, I've a reason to be boastful and to feel such awesome pride, For the others here beside me are just living off my heat, I'm the one who is important; in myself I am complete." So he sparkled and he crackled and he told them all to move, For he thought he didn't need them and he had a thing to prove, So they rolled into the centre and they left him on the side, And his glowing heart got bigger and it filled him up with pride. Very soon he seemed to notice such a change inside of him, For his glowing heart grew weaker and his light was getting dim, But the others who had left him were still glowing bright and strong, What had happened to this ember; could it be that he was wrong? "I'm an ember in the ashes, but I'm feeling very weak, I once thought I had a future, but it's looking rather bleak, And the ones who I rejected are still glowing hot and bright, Now I think I was mistaken and that they were truly right." Now the tiny little ember, all alone and getting cold, Sits among the lowly ashes and is feeling not so bold, And the pride that once he harboured, that would make him spark and flash, Has betrayed him in this moment and has turned him into ash. --submitted to Be Didactic poetry contest - May 07, 2017 Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 157] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-17-2017 06:29 AM SEDUCTION OF THE SIREN SISTERS Tarkay lids of merlass Royal purple hue Smooth glass surface Sea of gemstone blue ~ Siren sisters taunt the sailors Weaving in and out of looms Seductive creatures with lyres Luring the lustful to their tombs They didn’t heed the gentle merlass The whispers of the foamy sea Their greedy eyes now single minded Caught in a seaweed net - not free Courageously the merlass tries to cut the ties Siren sisters just increase their blinding noise A plectrum choir captures lolling tongues Ahoy sailors! They're no longer men - but boys Mild merlass looks away from the frenetic fish Her wild rose eyes notice a face, sweet as a kiss One who's not succumbed to the scum of the sea Like an ear to a clamshell, her heart pounds out bliss ~ Tarkay lids of merlass Royal purple hue Smooth glass surface Sea of gemstone blue Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017 Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017 Another one of the truly great poets, Kim Rodrigues, from my home poetry site wrote this magnificent poem..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 158] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-18-2017 07:26 AM Coffee and Morning Kisses You loved yours black and strong; I remember, you’d tease my craving for milk and sugar... you said it's because I'm so sweet. We’d wake with the sun, sit together on the front porch warm our hands, wake our sleepy eyes.. You accused me of needing coffee more than your morning kisses - I proved you wrong. I will always prove you wrong. Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2017 Written by my friend, a very beautiful and exceptionally talented poetess.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 159] Author : Russ Date : 05-19-2017 08:14 PM The Ember's Pride Made An Ash Out Of Him -------------------- David Pekrul There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good, Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood, And he thought that he was better than the embers there that day, But, alas, he didn't know that soon his pride would turn him gray. There were many other embers that were crowding out his space, They were vying for attention and were trying to keep the pace, He believed they were a nuisance and he felt they were a pain, And he knew that they were jealous, and it rubbed against his grain. "I'm an ember in the ashes and I'm burning hot inside, I've a reason to be boastful and to feel such awesome pride, For the others here beside me are just living off my heat, I'm the one who is important; in myself I am complete." So he sparkled and he crackled and he told them all to move, For he thought he didn't need them and he had a thing to prove, So they rolled into the centre and they left him on the side, And his glowing heart got bigger and it filled him up with pride. Very soon he seemed to notice such a change inside of him, For his glowing heart grew weaker and his light was getting dim, But the others who had left him were still glowing bright and strong, What had happened to this ember; could it be that he was wrong? "I'm an ember in the ashes, but I'm feeling very weak, I once thought I had a future, but it's looking rather bleak, And the ones who I rejected are still glowing hot and bright, Now I think I was mistaken and that they were truly right." Now the tiny little ember, all alone and getting cold, Sits among the lowly ashes and is feeling not so bold, And the pride that once he harboured, that would make him spark and flash, Has betrayed him in this moment and has turned him into ash. --submitted to Be Didactic poetry contest - May 07, 2017 Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017 Really nice poem -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 160] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-24-2017 09:19 PM In This Sky of Night ------------------------Andrea Dietrich I look at shining stars in cobalt sky with just one wish to make on only one of billions of them in this Galaxy where we're just one small planet with a sun! And as I gaze, my mind is taking flight: Beyond the moon and through the milky way, we’re holding hands and soaring through a night of fantasy on beautiful display! We fly past Jupiter’s four rings of dust, then far away to Pluto. Yes, we dare! We circle back. How cold Mars is. We must warm up near Venus. Is Love’s goddess there? It matters not; my heart is ruled by YOU, and in this sky of night, dreams can come true! May 7, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's The Night Sky Sonnets Only Contest A sonnet using the following required words: Shin(e)ing, Moon, Star/s, Planet, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Pluto and the Milky Way Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017 Andrea is a very talented poetess, that I am honored to call a friend... That she wrote such a fine sonnet when sonnet are not her usual poetry form shows her immense talent, IMHO.--TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 161] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-30-2017 07:26 AM Remember Her I always liked the way she played with her hair.... across from the vast expanse of the bed, legs up, with her back against the wall, I saw what she felt.... and she could hold me with her deep angel-eyes ---- oogle me to stare long, or leap upon her wondrous teases; It was a time to play in some boy-girl laughing land, some 'gentile' course devoid of the harsh of the world, she too lovely for such petty, too splendid with one wave, with one anointed gaze my darker footsteps fade.... no pain to clutch in her most welcome arms ---- the world could wait.... ten thousand years, I've longed such love more infinite with me (now soft), she of fine recipes and finer whims to tickle the itch in my soul, the immediate meld of our hands, shall need no other assurance " I am here, always, " she breathed upon the cold steps, winding through life crooked with doubt .....how monolith her mist sifts sweet upon frozen winds, and warms my sullied heart ---- that fades.....fades fast while she's amiss! how empty this old urn without her ---- dead my able bones, and the heart which my melancholy makes, helpless, sick with deeper wans, greater-goods shall not prevail this lame steed for long Though I best remember her and smile, and call the good of it my memory has found, eased with her sweet-lovely ---- but too sweet for one mighty man, and her wings swift with silken downs, o'er the flowered hills; she goes, this bird of gypsy will, her flight crimson til dusk; this dove she flew but once, and her affections have been awhile.... the tear is long and its drip dire, though I shall try to remember her (and smile) ***Based on a movie I saw,(though some of it comes from pleasant recollections(lol!) very sad, but she returns in the end!*** Written in 2014 Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017 This superb poetry is from my great friend and one of the very best Romanticism poets that I know, Keith Hunt.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 162] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-05-2017 10:40 AM Night's Enchantment As light escapes, the lustrous moon ascends a prelude to the majesties of night with shining constellations that transcend and shooting stars that burn with heaven's light. Night's canopy unfurls our galaxy with planet earth along the milky way to join its glory, orbiting so free unique with life abundant, grand display. As Jupiter and Mars round sun again along with Venus, Pluto in its wake this requiem of solar dance began in ages past, by God for His own sake. Galactic glories' gleaming reverie in interstellar, perfect harmony. Written on 5/15/2017 For Night Sky-Sonnets Only Contest Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 163] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-09-2017 08:37 AM 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 This poetess, my friend is so massively talented. Her works are always top-flight and meaningful. I greatly admire her poetry and her character..-Robert -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 164] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-11-2017 11:14 AM Form: Free verse The Thunder Kings ----by Keith O.J. Hunt The rains had come and washed away the old world, the thunder had banged its drum with a weary warning --- ' I do not come oft, but I return and weep and growl a lion's roar ' --- I will for a brief moment be as a child and fear again... the cracks and booms rouse my guilt, Telemachus would say the gods were going mad... There is something 'neath the earnest thunder-drums which bangs something-wicked-this-way-comes --- and fades, gently rolling away like a sonic carpet Its change I welcome, and fear, and wonder if I was afraid at all, wonder what deathly grip may one day come --- suddenly, or love may guide me through its tumult, and dark valleys, with flowers blooming 'neath my faithful feet; and though I was once afraid like a boyhood fear --- startled from my very boots, I shall miss my old friend thunder, who reminds I'm quite alive, and survived I have, his treacherous thunderclaps, and his sneaky ways, my great trickster (Thunder!) Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017 My great friend and sometimes also writing partner Keith, has written a top class free verse with this fine gem !!! -TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 165] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-15-2017 10:21 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/fate_and_destiny_903706 Fate and Destiny How mischievous those goddesses of fate That bend our paths toward our destiny They tempt us, setting traps, with diff'rent bait Like fools, we complicate simplicity Each turn we take is draped in mystery A lucky choice builds up our confidence Then fate reminds us, oh so subtlely Again, we're on the wrong side of the fence The twists and turns of life offer suspense We see our big break up around the bend But fate knows that for love, there's no defense Next thing you know, you've turned down a dead end Fate has control of destiny it seems Don't let that stop you chasing down your dreams by Daniel Turner Spenserian sonnet: abab bcbc cdcd ee Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017 A truly fine sonnet by my friend Daniel. As he notes, do not let perceptions of Fate's immense power stop you from pursuing your dream--for even your dreams may be -- Fated..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 166] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-20-2017 09:40 PM Crimson Touch --by Nicola Byrne Opalescent eyes Into the depths you drag your prey. With that crimson touch You exsanguinate all you caress, Sinking your teeth Into the most vulnerable flesh, Gnawing at the bones To ease your hunger. Sitting Waiting Like a stone. Ego creating Your needed throne. Hoping next time She’ll have no claws, Perception Stealth Or vicious jaws. Consume all That comes your way Alone you’ll be Alone you’ll stay In darkness You shall never see That light breeds life And love grows free 5th June 2017 Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 167] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-21-2017 08:20 AM CATCHING SIGHT OF OUR BAY Against a dome where moonlight gleams, bushes quiver and clear waters drift -- that in this land of the pine where forest trails meet, I descry the mystic bay slither with intimacies of our lost youth, of our love breathing: The evening climbs as if I need not grow old-- for dreams take me back, memorizing how we rolled through the fields, down through the vine. Quietly , I discover the wonder that flows from our town river, shimmering once more. With the thrill of a new dawn , yesteryear’s affection lures me where I still belong ... while you, my dear fade behind night’s shadows. Rob Carmack's Contest: Decry 5/24/2017 Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017 -------------------------------------------------------------------- This gem is yet again more proof to me that this poet is the best poet at my home poetry site.. Regardless of which poetry form she uses the presentation is always superb..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 168] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-27-2017 03:09 PM Depression ----- Charlie Smith Unending darkness floods the skies alone in dreams my heart must weep no words are spoken or even cried such silence lives where shadows sleep My pleas just echo off the stillness my tears find no comfort as they fall my hope stands as a martyred witness I pin no exit from this pall Turn your head and spare no time leave greater credence to lesser thoughts take what is said in this poor rhyme add to your bed of forget-me-nots Think only of what should have been No lesser loss, this mortal sin. Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017 ---------------------------------------------- MY GOOD FRIEND, CHARLIE NAILS THIS ONE. --Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 169] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-02-2017 09:46 AM The Sea Gulls Came Home ------------- by Victor Buhagiar The horizon was brewing ominous clouds, Dark as if they came out of hell. The once azure sky became hazy As the north wind chilly breezes Puffed up more stratocumulus, Rain-heavy clouds that signified storms. I rested against the balustrade Of the promenade, looking down at the sea. Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags. Sea spray washed my tired face. Above the seagulls came to enjoy The thunderstorm that would soon erupt Above the small bay, now emptied of boats. The sea gulls were indeed a sight to see. Only a hundred or so circled the inlet. They were truly a harbinger of storms. They flew against the wind, or with it, Or soared above it, much as they felt like it. They plunged into the sea for food Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew. They were an elegant sight to see. As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home. My wife was waiting anxiously for me Afraid I’ll get wet. “Watching the birds?” Clearly she was not very much amused. She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed And lightening flashed but I went with the wind, And clasped her round her winsome waist. She did not resist, neither did I. POTD 6 June 2017 Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017 This shining gem was written by my friend Victor... Victor lost his beloved wife around the same time that we lost our beloved mother, back in January this year. He is truly a magnificent poet!! -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 170] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-11-2017 07:29 PM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/we_two_beside_the_lake_909060 we two beside the lake today we sat beside the lake it was just after our daybreak the sun it shone on lakes surface two big black swans all filled with grace they floated through a million gems as thrilled i sat and gazed at them two swamp hens with their funny gaits striding along they did look great those sun beams shining oh so bright painted reflections to delight my head did fill with happiness i felt so high, i must confess mo nature she was at her best i felt like i was being blessed 12 june 2017 copyright © peter duggan | year posted 2017 from the golden pen of my dear friend, peter duggan--tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 171] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2017 07:14 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/character_918684 Character Inside my heart I have unwritten codes Those values I enforce by self demand Unbreachable, my lines drawn in the sand Their presence helps to navigate my load With age my principles have not grown old Though times may change, the heart's still in command I'll walk a line to lend a friend a hand My conscience keeps my boundaries patrolled And even though I do my very best I make mistakes, sometimes I cross a line That does not mean I'll compromise the rest It simply means that I am not Divine There may be times when I'm falsely assessed But my self worth is rarely in decline by Daniel Turner Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017 From the brilliant heart and mind of my good friend Daniel.-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 172] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-11-2017 10:17 AM Removed.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 173] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-13-2017 09:54 AM Prickly Pears -------------- by Paul Callus Clustered cactus trees sprawling, reclining in the summer heat where agile pollinators dart among gorgeous silky blooms. Day by day the prickly pear fruit swell and mature. Already the mind conjures visions of red, magenta, pink, yellow and white. thriving on spring rain deep-rooted fantasy mellifluent desires Experience has shown that the best time to pick prickly pears is early morning before the sun’s rays become too hot. A steady half turn with thumb and forefinger gently releases the ripened fruit. The bucket soon fills up. dewy prickly pears at break of day impotent thorns Rinsed under running water, the fruit waits to be disrobed. Both ends of each fruit are cut off with a sharp knife, followed by a long vertical slice along its body. The thick skin is then peeled back, the fleshy coloured fruit revealed. prickly pears in a glass bowl naked temptation - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Contest: “Haibun” Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer ©17th July, 2017 Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017 **************************************** This from the golden pen of my good friend Paul Callus.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 174] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-24-2017 06:51 AM This poem was inspired by Becca Teagan's poem below. missing thunder It used to be him, now there is nothing inspiring just a closet full of colors dresses I pull over disheveled hair in the late afternoon, I twirl before a mirror, singing loudly the lyrics of sappy songs so I won’t hear his words clawing at my brain even storms don’t like me anymore and thunder used to be my only friend Becca Teagan https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/missing_thunder_929234 No thunder without lightning ------- by SilentOne Lightning rarely strikes without thunder, causing havoc in gloomy skies. Humans can't control their plunder, seeking shelter until the storm dies. Once, I was your prince - full of charm and you my willing Cinderella. Kept you safe from storms that could harm, just like a human umbrella. We danced from spring until the fall and laughed so much, until you cried. Now here I stand, trying to recall, that exact moment the music died. Those eyes of soft chocolate brown, gleamed with your sweet tender smile. Now all you seem to do is frown, and even a glance seems like a trial. Its been such a long time since my kiss made those lips quiver, and my hands didn't commit a crime, but now my touch makes you shiver. To unlock those sad songs in your mind, I couldn't sing the correct lyrics. Still the right words, I struggle to find as I love you, doesn't raise your spirits. As our love begins to rot, regret plants seeds of discontent. Yet my love remains, but yours does not, as you lose yourself in malcontent. How ironic as you walk away, the radio plays our special song. I don't have the strength to make you stay, after all, it would only be wrong. Your ghost will linger in the gust with memories that wish to remain. When bridges burn, ashes turn to dust, its difficult to erase this pain. Silent One Simple Musings 21 August 2017 Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 175] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 08-30-2017 07:37 AM A Softer Silk She Came A softer silk she came, with tresses as a willow weeps long to seeking love; Her air as stars and moons, of countenance opulent, l'amour and debonair; Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom.... (such goddess of slender strides and aerie chimes) She hath not heard of death ---- knows it not, and only life knows her, for a softer silk she came Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters and mellow cinnamon climes, whose whisper furled Apollo and all the rhyme he felled; Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell, nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell, for 'o what a chartered hope, the lovely of her spell! Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014 From the golden pen of my good friend and sometimes collaborating partner , Keith Hunt. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 176] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-04-2017 05:59 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/old_fashioned_writing_927401 old fashioned writing there is a path leading to a journal of time, it reveals beauty within verses of fine rhyme- it shields her pain when she desires her lost love, and releases her sorrow like an ivory turtle dove. her quill meets her parchment and it lingers, creating beauty with her right hand fingers- no keyboard is what she longed to use, when writing with passion, following her muse. old fashioned writing was just her lovely style, for she knew not of contemporary saved files- she knew she desired to express with a pen, and she used a colored pencil every now and then. she was just eleven when she began to journal, and she knew from then on writing would be eternal- her hobby became her passion in her youth, as she quills on parchment...all these verses of truth. August 6, 2017 Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017 THIS GEM FROM THE GOLDEN PEN, OF MY FRIEND, LAURA LOO. Such great talent and such a nice person too..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 177] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 09-06-2017 10:59 AM A smile appeared ---by White Wolf Silently, I sat by To listen to the sounds of the world Of all the voices that touched me most Were those caught in the angelic wind For all things have a voice And the voice for all things speaks through the wind So, silently I sat and listened With the salty taste of a tear As the tears touched my upper lip A smile appeared All the while the wind kept blowing Secret after secret, revealing to me If only I could comprehend its wisdom But that is half the allure Happy I am just to hear it blow And acknowledge its influence over my spirit The wind has taught me many things Though, I cannot speak for the wind Instead, let it speak for me Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017 An Exceptional free verse poem by my friend White Wolf.. A TRULY FINE POET, A FRIEND AND ONE THAT SHARES IN MY NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE AS WELL.-TYR -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 178] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 10-11-2017 10:05 AM Precision with Double Rhyme Sonnet The Double Rhyme Sonnet is a sonnet that rhymes not only the end of the lines but also the front part (metrically)! Of course, I would be looking for imagery, good grammar, meter, etc.; however, the most important criterion is that it be written precisely with both end rhyme AND front line rhyme using the standard English sonnet rhyme pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG and of course, using Iambic Pentameter; therefore, the rhyme on the front is on the stressed syllable (the second one) and NOT on the first syllable. (My entry: A Double Rhymed Sonnet) The starkness of my world now that he’s gone pervades in all I see and hear and feel, but darkness swallows all until the dawn invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real! I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane. I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night, to sleep away my longings and the pain. He left, and now he’s far away from me across the globe. Oh, how I love him so! Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free! My loss means where he is tonight shall glow sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I, and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky! For the "Enter Your Own Competition" Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017 I am at a loss as to adequately praise this poet and her sonnet... I have no words that describe the beauty,depth, creativity and perfection exhibited in this stunning and superbly written piece.... I am no stranger to reading and writing sonnets and this gem is top tier poetry my friends! And yes , she is my friend but my praise is sincere . This sonnet awes me and previously only world famous sonnets written by world famous poets, have done that!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 179] Author : LongTermGuy Date : 10-11-2017 10:17 AM I am at a loss as to adequately praise this poet and her sonnet... I have no words that describe the beauty,depth, creativity and perfection exhibited in this stunning and superbly written piece.... I am no stranger to reading and writing sonnets and this gem is top tier poetry my friends! And yes , she is my friend but my praise is sincere . This sonnet awes me and previously only world famous sonnets written by world famous poets, have done that!--Tyr :) https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.0BKwGjKAdyJFymATlX0O-gEsEs&pid=15.1&P=0&w=300&h=300 `Her Words are Minced` "Below (https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/her_words_are_minced_803693#poems) is the poem entitled Her Words are Minced which was written by poet Andrea Dietrich (https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17482). Please feel free to comment on this poem." [B] Her Words are Minced Her words are minced, like sweetened meat in pies. She must believe that all of us are thick. Be warned; she’ll try to fill you up on lies. A pretty crust she makes to get a rise from you! Her forked tongue gives that crust a prick. Her words are minced, like sweetened meat in pies. Half-truths she loves to softly vocalize. Remember, though, that it is all a trick. Be warned; she’ll try to fill you up on lies. She’ll coo and soothe with words to tantalize. She’ll have you hooked if you take just one lick! Her words are minced, like sweetened meat in pies. She also sighs and flirts with winsome eyes, More ploys used by this very clever chick. Be warned; she’ll try to fill you up on lies. She feeds great lines! It’s all to strategize, and if you eat it up, you can get sick! Her words are minced, like sweetened meat in pies. Be warned; she’ll try to fill you up on lies. June 23, 2016 Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016 [/I]https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/her_words_are_minced_803693 Edited- To format the poem in its original form... My friend, I hope you agree and do not mind my taking this leeway. Sending you a pm ... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 180] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-15-2018 11:11 AM Presenting a short story written by my friend and fellow poet, Robert Haigh..... My son and I both found this to be a very good tale and an uplifting story very well told..-Tyr ************************************************************************ A Knight's Journey by Robert Haigh A Knight’s Journey A Short Story by Robert Haigh © 2017 Chapter One: Into Exile The old knight, Sir Gavin of Richmond, rode into exile after suffering defeat in a royal joust. He had been the king’s champion for many years; unbeaten in combat until a much younger, unknown challenger had deposed him. The old knight was nursing a shoulder injury, but a deeper wound was the one to his pride. So away he rode from the king’s court, and away from his own castle and loyal servants; destination unknown. Feeling totally humiliated and with a deep depression hanging over him, he headed for nearby dense woodland. Mindful of a possible threat from outlaws, the old knight rode slowly into the woodland, sword in hand. Rabbits and squirrels scurried away, but no human was anywhere to be seen. As he rode deeper into the woods, the light became dim and the whole area seemed eerily quiet. Suddenly, Sir Gavin saw a large, shadowy figure, partly hidden by a tree. He could make out the hindquarters of some huge beast! With his heart pounding in his chest, the old knight slowly urged his horse forward, until the nervous steed would advance no further. Then the knight realised that the beast before him was a huge white horse! The largest horse he had ever seen! This magnificent creature then turned to calmly face the newcomers, and Sir Gavin could see a large horn protruding from the forehead of the beast! A unicorn! Such creatures were known to exist, but very few people had actually seen them. The old knight sheathed his sword and slowly dismounted. He then advanced, very slowly, toward the unicorn, which was clearly non-aggressive. Standing right next to the magnificent creature, the knight gently raised an arm to touch the unicorn’s neck. Then he reached higher, touching the base of the huge horn, which was spiralled and roughly textured. The great beast hardly moved as Sir Gavin wrapped his fingers around the horn, and a strange energy surged through the knight’s whole body! Then, suddenly, the unicorn shook itself free - grazing the knight’s hand - and ran off, at great speed, with wonderful grace and agility, through the trees. The knight could feel a tingling sensation from head to toe. Looking at his grazed hand, he could see no broken skin. Feeling tired and dizzy, the old knight sank to the ground, by a giant oak tree, and fell asleep. Several hours later he awoke, somewhat disoriented, but he quickly came to his senses and remembered all the events of the day. But had he been dreaming? Had he really seen a unicorn? He felt his shoulder, and it was miraculously healed! Strange happenings indeed! He looked around for his horse, and saw it grazing a short distance away. He summoned his faithful steed, and it obediently came to his side. Sir Gavin was feeling better about things now, but he still did not have a plan. He ruled out the idea of returning to the king’s court. He was not sure if he would be welcomed back anyway. He thought about returning home to his castle and land, but suspected that the king might have already given these to his new champion! He decided to press on through the woodland. He felt invigorated after his sleep, and marvelled at the miraculous healing of his wound! He felt stronger and more energetic than he had in a long time. He rode deeper into the woodland, at a slow pace, and after a couple of hours he saw that the trees were thinning and the light was stronger. He came out into a clearing where there was a gently flowing stream. Both the old knight and his steed were thirsty, so they made for the stream and drank their fill. Crouching on hands and knees, the knight caught sight of his own reflection, and was startled by the image he saw. He looked like a young man again! Were these waters from the fountain of youth, or had contact with the unicorn been responsible for this rejuvenation? Chapter Two: The Wizard After spending the night sleeping by the stream, and feeling refreshed and stronger than he had in years, Sir Gavin remounted and continued his journey through the uncharted woodland. On he rode, until he came to another clearing, in the centre of which stood a small wooden hut with a pentagram painted on the door. As he approached with caution, the knight saw a man of small stature appear at the doorway. He wore brightly coloured robes and had long, flowing white hair. “Greetings, stranger!” the man called out. “Welcome to my domain!” Sir Gavin nodded and smiled, but said nothing. He knew this was no ordinary man, for he could sense strange magic in the air! “Once these woods were plagued by bandits and other bad fellows,” said the quaint, little white-haired man, “but I drove them out - or changed the worst of them into toads!” he continued. “A wizard,” said the knight, under his breath. “I’m not just any wizard! I’m the Grandmaster of all wizards! The greatest wizard who ever lived!” bellowed the little man, waving his arms in the air. “Modest too,” said Sir Gavin, with good humoured sarcasm. “But I’m not one to brag,” said the wizard, sweetening his tone. “I simply believe in telling the truth!” Then, with a thoughtful look, the wizard said to the knight, “Your story is a remarkable one!” Sir Gavin was puzzled, and replied, “I have told you nothing of myself. How do you know my story?” “I listen to the wind, and the news that it brings,” said the wizard, mysteriously. He then took something from one of his pockets and held out his hand. “Take this, and wear it at all times. It will protect you,” he said. It was a small, polished stone; drilled through the centre, and threaded on a strip of leather. The knight took it, and put it around his neck, giving the wizard a quizzical look. “You already know what I am about to tell you, but I’ll say it anyway,” uttered the wizard. “You must return to your own land, and come face to face with your king. Your youthful powers have been restored, and you are destined to become the king’s champion once more!” The knight was slightly surprised by the wizard’s words, and yet he knew they were true! “You must follow the unicorn!” proclaimed the wizard. “I have told him to lead you back to the edge of the woodland where you entered. The next, glorious chapter of your life awaits you!” Sir Gavin bowed his head, and thanked the wizard. He knew now what he must do, even though there were a thousand questions he could ask the wizard. He asked only one: “When should I leave?” “In the morning, at first light,” replied the wizard. “Come, let us eat. Then you must have a good night’s sleep, before your journey back home.” Chapter Three: The Knight’s Return Sir Gavin slept well, and could have slept on, but he awoke to the sound of the wizard, clanking and clunking metal pots and dishes. “I have prepared a light breakfast for you,” said the wizard, as he noticed the knight was stirring. “Come and eat. Then you must begin your journey home!” Sir Gavin rubbed his eyes, stretched and yawned, then slowly got up. He ate the breakfast of oats and forest fruits, mixed with goat’s milk. He was quite hungry, so it tasted better than it looked! “One more thing before you go,” said the wizard. “Give me your tattered, dirty old tabard, and wear this instead.” He held out a drab, roughly woven cloak. The knight hesitated for a moment, but then did as the wizard asked. After taking care of general ablutions, Sir Gavin saddled up and bid farewell to the wizard, thanking him for all his help. The wizard nodded with a faint smile and then said, “Remember to wear the amulet around your neck at all times. It will protect you!” “I will,” promised the knight, as he began his journey home. He set forth, and soon saw the unicorn again, a short distance in front of him. He remembered what the wizard had said: “You must follow the unicorn!” Onward they went, through the dense woodland, and in a while the light became stronger, as they approached the edge of the forest. The unicorn gave a loud snort and then ran off at speed, back toward the wizard. Sir Gavin gave a wry smile, then rode out onto the open plain, and followed the dirt road to the nearest town. From the road he could see his old castle on the hill in the distance. Ah! It may have once been his, but he knew in his heart that it was his no more! The king had almost certainly given the castle to his new champion; the young warrior who had challenged and defeated the old knight in a joust. He thought of heading up there to take a look, but decided it could wait. A little further down the road he saw a horse and cart heading towards him. As he got closer he recognised the driver. It was Jack, who had been a servant of his from the castle! The knight called out, “Jack! It’s good to see you! How are you - who is your master now?” Jack looked a little confused, and more than a little wary. He looked intently at the knight, but did not seem to recognise him. “Jack! It’s me - your old master, Sir Gavin!” said the knight, but Jack showed no signs of recognition at all. “You must be mistaken sir,” said Jack, respectfully. “My master was the old knight, Sir Gavin of Richmond. You are much younger than he.” The knight was taken aback, but then quickly remembered the happenings in the forest, with the unicorn, the sylvan stream and the strange old wizard. He did look much younger now! He felt stronger and more vigorous than he had in decades! The knight explained in detail what had happened to him since his demise in the joust. Jack looked very sceptical, until Sir Gavin recalled some old times at the castle, which only Jack and he had been witness to. Jack then became quite emotional, as he hurriedly stepped down from the cart and threw himself at the feet of the knight. “It is truly a miracle that you have returned, sire! And restored to your former glory too!” said Jack, with a tremor in his voice. “You must regain your castle and lands as soon as possible. The tyrant who now thinks he owns the place is no gentleman. He is a brute and has no sophistication about him whatsoever!” Sir Gavin listened as Jack told him of the beatings and humiliating treatment he and the other servants had already suffered under their new master. The knight vowed to do all he could to change things for the better. He then bid Jack farewell for now, and the two went their separate ways. As he reached the town, Sir Gavin attracted the attention of almost everyone, with his fine horse and knight’s armour, but no-one approached him, nor seemed to recognise him. He stopped outside the Boar’s Head inn and called over a boy he knew. The boy came over but did not recognise Sir Gavin. The knight gave the boy two coins, and asked him to water and feed his horse, while he went to eat and drink at the inn. The boy was only too pleased to oblige. Entering the inn, Sir Gavin ordered food and a flagon of wine. He could sense that all eyes were on him, but he just sat and calmly ate his meal. Presently, a burly, but seemingly good-natured chap sauntered across to where the knight was seated and asked if he was there for the royal joust, due to be held in a couple of days time. The man could clearly see that Sir Gavin was wearing a fine suit of jousting armour. Sir Gavin paused for a second, before answering in the affirmative. Yes, he would be attending the joust. The burly chap wished the knight good luck, adding that he would need it! The new champion, who everybody was calling the Black Knight, would take some beating, he said! After finishing his meal, Sir Gavin left the inn and retrieved his horse. The boy had fed and watered the steed well, so the knight gave him another coin. Feeling refreshed and relaxed after his meal, Sir Gavin rode in the direction of a reputable lodging place, on the edge of town. He would stay there for a couple of days, until the joust. Chapter Four: The Challenge On the morning of the joust, Sir Gavin rode slowly toward the king’s castle. He knew that the joust was to take place in the grounds just outside the castle walls. The king himself was sure to be there. Sir Gavin had polished his armour, and bought a new chamfron made of metal and leather, to protect his horse. He set out for the king’s castle, looking every bit the fearless knight that he truly was. He still wore the drab cloak the wizard had given him, rather than a new tabard, but nevertheless, he made an imposing figure. He rode slowly, so to preserve his horse’s energy and strength. By the time he reached the jousting arena, Sir Gavin could see that the tournament had already begun. The Black Knight, the king’s new champion, had already won his first joust and was sitting, awaiting the outcome of the next contest, which was between two young hopefuls, who would clearly stand no chance against the haughty Black Knight. The king’s champion expected to win the whole contest without much trouble. But then he saw the knight in the drab robe approaching, astride a big strong horse, and his interest was piqued. He did not recognise him as Sir Gavin, as did no-one else either. Nevertheless, the Black Knight could tell that this knight - though dressed quite modestly - would prove to be a better challenger than any of the other contestants in the arena! As the king’s new champion, he made it his business to find out who the latecomer was. “A word with you, stranger!” called out the Black Knight, as Sir Gavin was about to ride past him. “Who are you? And are you here to joust?” “If someone could provide me with a decent lance I would be only too happy to do so,” answered Sir Gavin. “We have decent lances aplenty - take your pick!” boomed the Black Knight, waving a hand in the general direction of where the lances were kept. “I must fight the winner of this motley lot! But then I’d be more than happy to despatch you, as a grand finalé!” sneered the arrogant champion. Sir Gavin said nothing as he headed toward the lances, intent on selecting one that was of a good length and weight, and was suitably straight enough! He quickly found one that he liked, and sought the Black Knight’s confirmation that he could use that particular one. The champion said it was fine, and it didn’t matter anyway, because he would easily beat the latecomer, whichever lance he chose! Sir Gavin then asked if he could speak with the king, who was busy watching the two jousters currently in action, from the royal box in the stands. The Black Knight summoned one of the marshals and instructed him to take Sir Gavin to the king. Standing before the king, Sir Gavin waited until he was sure the monarch had seen him, and then said, “Your Majesty, please may I speak with you?” The king asked who was addressing him, and what did he want. “I come here under the name of Knight Errant, Your Majesty,” said Sir Gavin, “and I request your permission to take part in this tournament.” “This is most irregular!” said the king. “You do not wear any heraldic tabard, nor do you seem to have a groom to tend to your horse!” “What you say is true, Your Majesty,” replied the knight, “but I am indeed a knight, and I would like to challenge your champion! I would like to become your new champion!” The king laughed, considering this upstart to be out of his mind! “Very Well!” he said, at length. “ But I must warn you! The Black Knight is undefeated and usually dispatches all-comers with consummate ease! Moreover, if you place a formal challenge to his status as champion, he has the right to adopt a ‘no quarter’ policy! Do you know what that means?” “Yes, Your Majesty, I do,” said the knight, solemnly. “It means he has to right to kill me, if he so chooses!” “Oh, he will so choose!” said the king, with a frown. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes, Your Majesty. I am sure,” replied Sir Gavin. “So be it!” declared the king. Chapter Five: No Quarter! The tournament continued, and soon the Black Knight had dispatched the winner of the challenging knights. He won with ease, without breaking sweat. Thankfully nobody was killed, nor badly injured. But now, things would be different! No quarter was to be given in this final contest, as Sir Gavin, under the alias of Knight Errant, challenged the Black Knight, for the right to be called the king’s champion. The Black Knight mounted his big black steed and then turned to the king and saluted him with his lance. Sir Gavin mounted his trusty steed and also saluted the king in like manner. Battle was about to commence! The two knights began their approach, and the horses thundered toward one another. Both men caught their opponent with a glancing blow, but neither man was knocked off his horse. With lances still intact, the two men began a second charge. This time the Black Knight caught his opponent with a full blow to the helmet, and the onlookers gasped as Sir Gavin went crashing from his horse, and lay motionless on the ground! Was he dead? A broken neck, perhaps? Or was he just dazed? The Black Knight saluted his king once more, and then threw down his lance and dismounted. Drawing his sword, he strode toward the still motionless Sir Gavin. The Black Knight raised his sword in readiness to deliver a mighty blow to the neck of the helpless challenger! Meanwhile, Sir Gavin started stirring, and in a somewhat disoriented state, touched the amulet around his neck. This seemed to jolt him into full consciousness - in the nick of time! He managed to rapidly roll away as the Black Knight delivered a mighty blow into the ground, right where Sir Gavin’s neck had been! Sir Gavin was quickly on his feet, managing to draw his sword just in time to fend off another potentially fatal blow from his adversary! The two men fought, thrust and parry, for almost half-an-hour! Both were tiring rapidly, but refused to yield. Indeed, they could not yield - it would mean certain death! But then, one great clash of swords saw one of the weapons break - the blade flying dramatically across the battleground! It was the sword of Sir Gavin that had broken! Surely the battle was now over! The Black Knight moved in for the kill, but Sir Gavin remembered the amulet, and touched it once more. With great speed and dexterity, he managed to avoid what everyone thought was about to be the killer blow! He managed to grab the Black Knight’s sword arm, and with a swift kick behind the left knee, managed to send the Black Knight tumbling to the ground! The champion’s sword went flying, and Sir Gavin raced to pick it up! The Black Knight looked on in horror! “No quarter, I believe you said?” growled Sir Gavin, as the Black Knight covered his face with his arms, and cried out for mercy! Sir Gavin put the tip of the sword to the Black Knight’s neck and then looked toward the king, who was sitting impassively on his chair. The king then called out, “The matter is in your own hands! You are my new champion, whether you slay this wretch or not!” With that, Sir Gavin removed the sword from under the chin of the humiliated Black Knight, saying, “I shall let you live, though you must depart from this kingdom, never to return!” The king applauded, and the rest of the spectators did the same. No-one had liked the arrogant Black Knight in the first place. Even the king held him in contempt, and was glad to see him defeated! The king then spoke again, saying, “Black Knight! Get on your horse, now! Ride to the south, until you leave my kingdom, never to return - under pain of death! Take nothing with you! Your castle and other chattels are hereby seized, and they become the property of my new champion!” The king instructed ten of his soldiers to ride with the disgraced Black Knight, to ensure that he left the kingdom. He then turned to Sir Gavin and said, “Well, Knight Errant, or whatever your name is, you are my new champion! You must select your own heraldic motif, and my tailors will make you tabards and other items to your own design.” The knight bowed deeply and thanked the king. Then, he nervously asked if he could speak with the king in private. The king’s bodyguards took a step toward the knight and drew their swords, but the king waved them back, saying, “My new champion will be given a few moments of my time, and my ear.” He ordered his guards to stay where they were, and asked Sir Gavin to walk with him, a few paces, out of earshot of quiet conversation. The king asked what the knight wanted. Sir Gavin then proceeded to tell the king what had happened to him over the last few days - who he really was, and about the unicorn, the healing waters, and the wizard. “I could not, in all good conscience, deceive you, Your Majesty,” concluded Sir Gavin. “You have a right to know.” The king was astonished to learn that his new champion was none other than a rejuvenated, and unrecognisable, Sir Gavin of Richmond! After the initial shock had passed, the king found the whole thing highly amusing. And he was glad. He had always liked Sir Gavin, and had been troubled when the Black Knight defeated him in their first joust. “Perhaps I should meet with this wizard of yours!” said the king, with a glint in his eye. “I could do with some rejuvenating, myself!” But then he gave a frown and added, “No! He would surely know that my journey there was for personal gain, and he would doubtless turn me into a toad! After all, I should be grateful for what I have. I have been king here for almost half a century, and I rule a peaceful kingdom! Furthermore, you have been returned to me, courtesy of the wizard in the woods!” With that, the king indicated he wished to return to his castle, and that his newly restored champion should accompany him there. Epilogue The king arranged for Sir Gavin to have his old castle and land restored to him, and his faithful servants were all there to welcome him home. They had already heard about his exploits and his miraculous rejuvenation! Sir Gavin announced that a banquet was to be held in his own castle, as soon as possible. He would bring in catering staff from the town, and all his servants (including the kitchen staff) would be excused duties, to attend the banquet as guests of honour! The knight felt good to be alive, and truly grateful that he had met the old wizard in the woods! Life would never be quite the same again! ~ FIN ~ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 181] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-07-2018 10:21 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_need_a_change_986026 I Need a Change -- By Victor Buhagiar. I have so often tried to say goodbyes, I tried my best to forget the past, but Life is too cruel, my heart and mind sighs. Change seems impossible, I'm in a rut. Day after day, this soul breaking routine Gone are sweet days of happiness and joy Many events have happened in between Our love, I assure you, none can destroy. Yet, I know that something must now be done, I need to breathe again soft, dewy dawn, Not shut the door upon a setting sun, Praying this winter sadness will be gone. Leave this dark, empty sad-house and enjoy, Walk, dance, swim and behave like a young boy. NB I am not much good at writing sonnets, so I must thank Robert Lindley for his help in writing this sonnet. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 182] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-08-2018 04:59 PM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/two_hearts_986828 Two Hearts Your heart was in the lost and found, But I could not see why. I knew a heart like yours was sound And none should pass it by. I took it home and cared for it, With tenderness and love. Then pretty soon your heart was fit Enough to rise above - Above the slings and arrows felt From careless words and deeds. My own heart too began to melt, Discovering its needs. And now two hearts both beat as one, In synchronicity. The prize of love already won; Quite priceless - and for free! Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2018 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 183] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 02-09-2018 08:27 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/upon_writing_this_sonnet_981329 Upon Writing This Sonnet To write this poem my head takes on a role Akin to those of an actor unfold, Whilst mind and hand in unison doth stroll Along stringent directions to uphold. My muse able to call on devotion A belief in the power of one’s heart, As the ink flows creates the emotion Within the labyrinth of this fine art. Where choice words of common sense I do weave To ring in one’s head the understanding, Yet to wear my child’s mind on this my sleeve There marks the chart of my safe landing. While some words are clothed in mighty glory Others in rags enhance the whole story. © Harry J Horsman 2017 December 31 2017 Entered into contest, your best sonnet Oct 1-Dec 31 2017 Sponsor John Hamilton. A truly exceptional sonnet written by my friend. His fine poetry always passes the test.--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 184] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-10-2018 09:23 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherished_is_the_night_994560 Cherished is the Night Poet's Notes "Look! You are beautiful, O girl companion of mine. Look! You are beautiful. Your eyes are those of doves." -Song of Solomon Cherished is the Night not Aphrodite's vernal ivory skin nor Cleopatra's jasmine scented lair could tempt this man to stray in lustful sin for next to you no beauty can compare like Tristan mesmerized by Isolde's spell or Romeo who died in sweet embrace I'd gladly sacrifice this earthly shell to see the smile return upon your face it breaks my heart to know you're in such pain you try so hard to wear a blithe facade my promise is to stay through sun and rain remembering the vows made under God let's celebrate our love 'til morning light and may we ne'er forget this cherished night Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018 ************************************************************ Truly great sonnet by my friend that has so very much poetic talent.....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 185] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 03-29-2018 05:55 AM Pardon From The Storm by Charlie Smith. Take my heart and carry me to where all dreams are born. Into loves arms, oh such a place that's always safe and warm. Away from such deceitful lairs where blackened virtues swarm. into a light where peace must shine and grants us pardon from a storm. High above the mountain tops or low as low can be. Makes no difference where we are a wondrous lyric calls to me. Singing of your splendor like a miracle performed. I'll stay with you to find the port that grants us pardon from a storm. POTD 03/03/2018 Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018 This is is a gem written by VERY FINE AND TRUE POET!!!!!! One that is a friend I admire..... -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 186] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-03-2018 07:28 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/passion_in_black_and_white_1001562 Passion in Black and White by Maria Williams Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine Coffee has its own excitation The book has lost its charm The fault lies entirely with the tree outside this cafe To its majestic being she gazes yet again Intoxicating her mind with the magic it casts Its sacred shades of green offers sanctuary - cocoons her A light breeze rustles leaves that seem to whisper enticing words articulating something in an archaic tongue Escapism into her fantasy world comes effortlessly A disposition for being alone - solitude her sacred space Interrupted suddenly by a dog barking - The momentary moment of peace shattered snaps her back to reality Well at least the tree still offers her solace Till the comforting feeling dissipates as a strange awareness dawns She is being watched Smouldering eyes so black boring through her cuts her to the core A feeling of having experienced this de`ja` vu moment mystifies Most disconcerting is this almost pleasurable sensation Embarrassed and puzzled she pulls her wrap protectively around her Shielding her from eyes that linger To cover her shyness she stares down at her book Then to the TV on the wall Startled she observes it has morphed into an old movie screen Static flashes across an old Hollywood Classic rerun Most bewildering - she does a double take - Unbelievable The actors in black and white Are her… And … this stranger Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen she watches in utter fascination - this person who sits across the table from her Is the leading man in the movie He… She...They Incredulously are in the throes of a passionate love scene? She staring shamelessly into his eyes Welcoming his wandering hands? He thrusts his tongue into her mouth eliciting a drawn out sigh that intensifies into a sonorous moan arousing his demands What is happening here? Like a finely tuned instrument he plays her - her resonance - his pleasure His sole aim to pluck her strings evoking the sweetest sounds A musician exerting the right pressure to produce a high note of pure exhilaration must know how to use his fingers To locate the true locus of ardour Questing fingers slip under her short skirt A sharp intake of breath as they run the length of skin in search of excellence to acclaim his prized opus through the essence of his masterpiece and the high ecstatic notes Only he can achieve And Boy! - Does he know how! Raw intense undulating pleasure like waves over waves Wash over her - a nostalgic fragrance of bygone days linger But logic interrupts fantasy with a mentation They have already experienced this exhilaration From a past life? Lovers that have lived in each other? A rare phenomenal - no words needed As he saunters over to her table - she smiles… by Maria Williams Folks, this is not only a true poet but also one that is loaded with immense talent!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 187] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-08-2018 12:08 PM The Perfect Embrace by Brenda Chiri Counted only on myself to be strong So it seems I have lived a life as much Yet if by chance it was I who was wrong Will I always regret my life as such? Now strong arms have grown so very weary From so many others that I have held Alas has made me feel sad and dreary These very thoughts which cannot be dispelled In searching a world that is vast and wide For an embrace that can hold me so tight Still felt the beauty whilst I gently cried When out of the darkness came true light Safe and sound in his arms I am secure Beckoning me with such a soft allure Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018 **************************************************** This gleaming gem is from my very talented friend and collaborating partner Brenda Chiri. A truly talented poetess that shines regardless of which poetry form she writes in..-Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 188] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-12-2019 06:28 AM These fine creations are from my very dear friend, Victor Buhagiar.... --Tyr Birds in Winter As golden, green and russet leaves must fall, And trees become skeletal wintry bare, I see so many birds, some large, some small, Hear them sing as they flutter unaware. Hush, listen to the thrush as it replies To the melodies of the sweet robin, Look, they would fly up in the open skies, Leaving me alone, my heart a throbbing. I will build a small wooden bird feeder Entice the birds that dwell in cold regions Find soft nuts and other food that's sweeter. May they gather round and round in legions Let them eat and stay as always secure, Let winter rage, birds will thrive and endure. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2019 ************************************** Shadows Dancing in a Moonless Night Is our love a dance macabre? A dilly dallying with death? Or a mystic encounter of unabated love? Will it last? Will it end? So many questions left unanswered, So many uncertainties attested, All cumulative in a death wish As emotions run devilishly amok. My soul screams with this unpredictability, Its echoes rampage through my veins, As bubbling blood courses through Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos. Is it the folly of chained love? The unearthly silence of togetherness? My lips pronounce your name but no one answers. I realize my questions will never be answered. Our togetherness is but a charade, Shadows dancing in a moonless night. Your allure is just too much to bear, I dare keep it no more So let our ways head into different tracks. Henceforth I'll dance alone. A dance macabre. Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 189] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-08-2019 06:57 AM Spring and gallows Dedicated to artist N. It was the spring so frantic that even the ancient gallows at the city square spawned a green sprout. I read my poetry aloud to you, my first, my awkward and ecstatic poems that I penned last night to sing your abstract art, your cold and unresponsive heart, your gray-blue eyes and the prune sleet on my lone way home. Oh, how sweet you are, young rhymes! Years later I see that not fondness but those my first trials of pen resulted in my happiness, my gloom akin to deepest hell, my grace, my curse, my sleeplessness and this small verse. You married a long time ago, I sing of other beauties, though, in spring the memories about you still make ancient gallows sprout. Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019 This is from my very good friend, Kurt Ravidas.....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 190] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-19-2020 09:17 AM Gregory R Barden | Sonnet Answer In the Sand I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift, Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red, Tied to a strainer that she'd used to sift The sand for treasures left by tidal shed. The streamer I had given her that morn, Around a bunch of flowers and the ring Upon which all our promises were borne - Our romance and our future, taken wing. Her note had led me here so I could find Her single set of footprints on the shore, That to our special spot, did slowly wind, Then disappeared into ... the tidal bore. That answer, I can now ne'er understand ... The words 'I'm sorry' written in the sand. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Sonnets" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor. ( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com ) Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2020 This very finely crafted poetry, a wonderful sonnet is from the pen of my very good friend and fellow poet, Gregory R. Barden. I hope you may enjoy reading it as much As I have and still do. -Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 191] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-10-2020 05:43 AM Yet another poetic gem from my very good friend Gregory R. Barden....-Tyr Sway of the Summer Moon The summer moon was swollen, blue A flaw that girl knew thru-and-thru And taking that light's charm in hand She made our bed the dunes of sand With but one gaze her sparkling eyes The loves I'd known met their demise My heart, her gold doubloon to toss Atoned on moonbeam's pearly cross Though drifting on that sea of dunes Our rafts tossed with romantic runes Fierce conflagration seared our cores One bonfire, crooned by ocean roars From first we touched in moonlit skin Our urges merged with summer's sin A carefree dance of limbs and laughs Without the shame for better halves "Oh, murder me" I sighed in passion "Destroy me sweet, in fleshly fashion" For all I'd valued, pride and purpose Lost then, as our sins usurped us The place that wickedness thus stirs My mouth and marrow met with hers The swirling seas of "us" grew wider Frayed, I strayed so deep inside her Warm and wild and wondrous, down To depths where lovers gladly drown Her sinews' flood was mine to taste That dermal landscape laid to waste Our battle waged with bloodless bliss A windswept war wrought from a kiss No quarter giv'n that moonlight's ire We vanquished each last drunk desire With senses spent and cravings calm We soothed in Neptune's briny balm The mad old moon a-dancing bright Our cool swim daubed in tender light Oh, such tender light ... It all seems now a sweetened dream Two lifes ago and years downstream Yet, what we found there on the sand Far more than dreams ... and thrice as grand. Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2020 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 192] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 11-29-2020 05:02 PM Amberina Ballerina, Premiere Contest Winner A born lioness my untamed heart.. ha! wild this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes thrown down on a dare to be won or lost till it became a paper tigress in tatters; regrets and rejections remorse and resentments flitted like fringe in the wind ..I played at life and life played me.. good times and bad vibes as random as Russian roulette ..five chambers of folly.. but that sixth was a b*tch.. bravado worn like a honeyed mane ruffled and bluffing rolling with -or- rolled by the wrecking ball of the spin to laugh and lose and tell - and live through duels between disasters and dreams.. alas, chivalry was lost in the gamble but not the likelihood of liability ~ I rummage through my psyche’s ruined luggage soul-searching with mood’s sentimental searchlight for affection connection lost in dark depths - I am but a ghost ship stranded on the beigy side of brawling breakers sails of self-pity hailed by greedy gusts with a sorrow’s lust - I pine for a pipe-dream dance in rapt thoughtful thirst for a cocktail blend of bay-breezy optimism swirled with vibrations of om and garnished with a slice of the moon a pester of wagering pessimistic clouds lay odds upon the outcome of a trove discovered in a wistful cove - this wastrel's newfound fortune of amberina; satiny shades of Autumn’s bittersweet born of breakage and abrasion - frictional forces of joy and sadness dress the drift glass hoarded in the sea’s rabid bites of the shore then abandoned by the absent-minded backwash - ..forgotten like vague fractions of a song too long-ago to remember.. what passional tales these frosted bits of daystar could tell; a not-so-charmed journey from virginal vessels of translucent wonder to shattered shards of a doomed sunset their fragility favoring the risks of vulnerability -- bygone blushing damsels damned by double-dealing recounting deceptions like a martyr or a saint ..or, perhaps.. that’s just me.. lost to decades of accidental metamorphosis if only to reach another shore to touch another soul ..maybe.., to touch my own.. O, harmonious forces of fate how do you orchestrate such feral instruments like time and place and distance to unite in tune with symphonized chords re-creating an irresistible lullaby worth remembering..? nostalgia rouses a stagnant ballerina to twirl on Swan Lake swells as faint echoes of quaint chimes reminisce with imagination; in an old-fashioned parlour with white lace doilies charmed by heady plum plumes atop silvery-green stems spooning contentedly in a tan wicker flower basket - a child sits on grand-mère’s old-world lap comforted in her lavender arms ..before her perfume and my mind were blown away by winter’s mistral winds.. enraptured as I was with an ornate trinket box with a musical belle surrounded by dainty forms of hand-blown amber-rose objets d’art before there were cracks in the glass ..could I ever be so enchanted again..? for the washed-up gypsy gems stripped of shine are worn and warm and wise and oh so familiar shaking my awakening with their loss of newness - roughed-up radiance tinkers with my sense of awe rescuing my mood like heroic swords of sunrays slaying the night bloodletting the black out of the incubus of dreams soothing heavy-metal thoughts as comrades-in-commiseration croon storm-surge blues with weathered heartstrings’ in hard-earned hues - ..sympathetically with the empathy of a survivor.. and like me... are a creation of tumbling forces of man and nature in a mind battered by diatribe tides over tossing dice through turbulent times - I behold an opaque odyssey in a handful of mermaids’ tears; broken and buffeted their buffed beauty defied destruction burnt orange and devil red pearls time capsules quiet with a vintage fire’s glow illuminating the amber marrow where a tigress soul was caged behind the mirror of a little girl’s music-box-memories ..before the dancer’s spin into darkness.. pulp of my grief plashes upon relics of pain and love gentle splashes baptize despair and shame as contemplation undresses the looking-glass of inward reflection - recollections like sky lanterns lift from starless depths light-bearers intercede with murky horizons as flames are lit from ruby tips of sunrise surf ready to parlay shipwrecks and spindrift into gold - stray feelings of triumph and pride squint in the sun of self-compassion like skittish felines -shy yet hungry- they warily lap at cream of self-worth finally able to find redemption from reckless wreckage while finding peace in the eye of the hurricane ..frictional forces of sadness and beauty dress the drift glass -- and now - dress this drifter in a lioness share of indigo epiphany.. and... I realize that my coming-to-light was a fait accompli Susan Ashley October 30, 2020 ~ First Place ~ Premiere Contest: Inward Reflections Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke *wastrel: a wasteful or good-for-nothing person* *fait accompli: a thing that has already happened or been decided before those affected hear and/or learn about it, leaving them with no option but to accept it* *amberina: a late 19th century American clear glassware of a graduated color that shades from ruby to amber* Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2020 From the magnificent poetic pen of my very dear friend Susan Ashley!--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 193] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 04-05-2021 05:58 AM mouth trap ~ for Sami ~ oh ... a pity, that … such sweet sadness, yours my lovely lass, lost ... do not let your lip tremble so ... it was not made for such iniquity it was not shaped to sublime bow-like grace to be such a dark dynamism of emotion or to be the quivering spout of some slavering goddess ... oh, it can push a word or phrase to hypnotize it can bring a breathy seduction to any sonorous expression - turn my very name into molten madness or salacious sigh ... but even that fails witness to the verity of its purpose ... (a primal and poisonous perpetude) for it is The Keep - the bane of my constitution the very fate of every such fool whose meat is but manna for his passions ... pray, do not bring such sad motion to that which gilds the gods and whittles hearts to compliance - least, that which thrums, hot, this very chest - my capture and my undoing Avalon and Abaddon my life, my death my salvation and doom my food and my starvation the ripe, dewy plum that dangles a-branch waiting to be savored ... perfection's bloom and the divine portal of sin ... a most tender press velvety ... warm your angelic wings your throne of judgement your vessel your venom ... your kiss. Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2021 Another truly great offering from the pen of my dear friend and brother poet, Gregory Barden....--Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 194] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 06-01-2021 06:24 AM What I Feel No Words Could Bear What would be of me if you could be with me How would be my present days if ever you were spared other few days I open wide my heart so as you I can see and stand in awe of the woman I would see! I will not weep or tend to lament just swallow every moan and each lament I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands I prayed for a time to once again see you graced with your presence and a kiss from you The woman I see as I close my eyes that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes I do remember now my promise and vow in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart as your passionate Love would immune my heart Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum.. Besma Written on March 3rd, 2021 Edited on May 29th, 2021 Mother’s Day on May 30th, 2021 (In Tunisia, celebrated on the last Sunday of May) Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing mums in the whole world! Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2021 From the very talented pen of my friend, Besma Riabi Dziri -----Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 195] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 01-05-2022 12:06 AM My Muse Of Poetry -- BY Besma Riabi Dziri Not all the worlds belong to me Not all the words set me free What the heart loves is of will I just free some words to confine its spill. **** A time, my words on my papers sashaying the shape to me alluring the tone of their steps I hear as they are dancing the music they are following the soul, in a trance, just listens without interfering. **** A time, along with my Muse we keep to each other our hearts baring secrets sharing silently, knowingly connecting.. When it comes to share our worlds in words that’s the difficulty! “That’s to be spelled” “No! It can’t be!” “That belongs to my world of poetry!” “No! that’s a huge part of me! no words allowed to touch its beauty!” **** How dare you invoke me then deny my poetry!? How dare you be wedded to me and deprive your soul of my verse and divinity!? **** In my womb you shape a life.. a reality a present.. a past memory.. and what is to be.. And you still think you spill your words out of will! **** I inspire.. I own the fire.. I pave paths, not all able to bear the burn But those blessed with divine grace the power to mystery embrace The ones who, a feeble voice render a sublime poetry! **** “All my words can set you free just follow me!” I have my say With my best wishes Your Muse of poetry.. Silent One contest October 5th, 2020 Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2020 My very good friend, that writes so very wonderfully well.-- Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Downloaded from Debate Policy - Political Message Board (http://www.debatepolicy.com) at 03-29-2024 08:57 AM.