For presenting invited guest poet's poems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/old_...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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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