For presenting invited guest poet's poems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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.