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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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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
    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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    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

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    Poetry by-
    My friend, Silent One, a very great poet and honorable gentleman..-Tyr
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    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
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 01-01-2017 at 08:49 PM.
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    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
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