For presenting invited guest poet's poems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

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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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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
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GREAT POEM FROM ANOTHER POET FRIEND THAT ALWAYS WRITES MEANINGFUL AND DEEP POETRY.--TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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.
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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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[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]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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