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    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
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    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
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    “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
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    He was there, this is what he saw. --Tyr
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    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
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    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
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    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

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    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
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    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.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Form: Quatrain

    Below is the poem entitled Jeeeeez which was written by poet Andrea Dietrich.
    Please feel free to comment on this poem.

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    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!
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    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
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    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
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    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.


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    Author: Paul Callus
    Contest: Million Dollar Poem
    Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
    Placed 1st ~ 13th June 2015
    Chosen Poem of the day ~ 8th May 2015
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    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!
    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.
    (A.Pushkin)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Balu View Post
    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
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    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

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    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
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    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
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    My friend, the German poet that
    has vanished from my poetry site...--TYR
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    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

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    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
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    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

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    A new poem by my good friend Eileen................
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    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
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    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
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 09-05-2015 at 10:53 AM.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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