For presenting invited guest poet's poems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

BETWEEN FARAWAY DISTANCE is THE POET and I

Treacherous stretches mounds of greens feed fresh the mind. . .

never ever upon a spangled heavens or in seagulls’ crash - hush,
nor on echoed notes of tweeting nightingales did I hear; feel. I find
the need to stop, steadily listen to the drumbeating of my heart.

Vivid is the touch of class brushed unto words, phrases and lines
paraded to thousand eyes to be read; critiqued or appreciated.

Not the lyrics, not the tones, not ev'n verses nor blues could conceal.

His pens, the aroma of spring flowers, sweet! Drawing grins to lips:
his style, maybe common to some but to me: truly, one of a kind.
Speaking softly to my nerves, tickling senses to consider he. . .

Our panache oppose however in seeking depths likeness bursts,
boundless in abandon from fountain of muse, more than amuse.

Not a sonnet, not a kyrielle, not even a haiku nor a tanka could hide.

Unstoppable, the poet and I, our thoughts and feelings fused. Twined
in our inks displayed not only a blooming romance hue. Yes, between us
is a faraway distance, so flagrant - challenging intentions if sincere or not,

but shared portions of rhymes, talks and times won; serving as shapers,
enriching our vows. Not long, the poet and I is wearing golden rings.


Written January 01, 017 (09:55 am)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2017

Truly wonderful poetess!!!--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mist on the Barrows

***Dedicated to a wise old man
I once knew***
-----" There is no such thing
as death..."
------ an old friend


'O desolate wasteland,
filled not with flowery rushes,
threshing green fields silted,
earthy and ether months;
there can be no solstice,
no progress ----
where the tides are naught

The barrows long for life,
the painter's easel and stroke;
yet not even rainbow shadow
could colors so evoke,
life into thy nostrils -----
English barrow grave;
the dead are not there.....
Saxon King no more.....

Though they are not gone,
for very long;
our hearts be all we have,
among memories,
tides, and song

So do they hearken


Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017

My friend Keith, writes with such depth, style and classic imagery in mind.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Prelude To Your Love, by Nicola Byrne




Prelude To Your Love

To feel your love upon my wanting skin,
Most delicate touch, just once, I crave;
To have your breath, warm, against my chin,
Awaken me from this forgotten grave.

In hope, I wait beneath this night’s illuminated sky,
With the moon our only light and silent witness;
Your whispers will break my every lethargic sigh,
Before enchantment envelops me with that first kiss.

You’ve intoxicated me with your cryptic words,
Now inebriate me with your mysterious scent;
Submerge me in dance until dawn’s call of birds,
Or stay for a day in gloriousness spent.

Bathe me in the fountain of your sweltering passion,
Just one night, I ask, of indulgent obsession.


14th February 2017

Sonnet without syllable restrictions

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017

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This poetess has many beautiful poems written in greater length that showcase her massive talents.
I chose this superb sonnet as sonnets are my favorite poetry form.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem Ingredients

Many ingredients bake writing inspiration
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:

Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized by nature’s appeal;
Ageless genuine emotional traces
sifted thru heart rendered graces;
Equal parts family and romantic love
as roasted within, without and above;
Measured creamed ideals of peace
with blanched pain and battle grease;
Diced wishes braised with thrill
bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill;
Slices of awe from a glorious tree
breaded with traits strong and free;
I do not forget sour spices of greed
dusted with mankind’s violent seed;
A mix of fears dredged in anxiety
with stress jelled in complexity;
and, lastly faith garnished spirit
grown in a soul conscious thicket.
If able, I mix love with ingredients above
before sampling my recipe once warmed up.
If savory, I serve it in Soup’s poetry cup.





... CayCay Jennings
January 20, 2017

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017

This exceptional poetess, awes with this piece. I believe this gem was written for a contest.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Man Who Always Cried

He cried when he was happy,
He cried while he was sad,
He cried when he felt nothing,
He cried while he was mad.

He cried when he saw laughter,
He cried when he saw tears,
He cried when he saw someone
Aged beyond their years.

He cried when he would walk home
From Work every day.
He cried when he had free time,
So he drank it away.

He cried when he was loving,
He also cried alone.
He cried looking in eyes
That, for him, only shone.

He cried out of sorrow,
Empathy, and love.
He cried for the scarecrows
And the pure white doves.

He cried into the night,
And throughout the day.
He cried when he was right,
And knew what to say.

He cried out of reason,
Philosophy, and pain.
He cried himself to madness,
Just from being sane.

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Another Winter Star
by Keith O.J. Hunt

I awoke to find the tall splendor of the world,
in those cosmic canyons,
shearing darkness ----
in the pallet of some ethereal night;
ancient with desire.....
to Illume the thick shadow of hades itself

Not death nor mortal doubt
couldst thou flee from me,
mighty as Aphrodite ----
Shooting thy silver smile
beautiful as heaven's promise!

In your shimmering I see hope,
for the heart which beholds thy majesty
the world could fade,
yet you remain.....
a friendly face if none should be found,
but you.....
that thou Creator dost reveal;
my soul,
ageless as thee
(am spun from the same loom)

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Her Swift Chariot I Await

From a swift wind may she return this night,
may the moon delight the path less traveled
and make mighty her heals;
for this tiny flower wan in her meadow,
where lightning rips the skeletal gloom,
(where she knows not which way to heaven) ---
but the Star which shines above forgotten tombs....

How I miss her warmth....
while the night pours melancholy
and the sky thunders forbidden secrets.....

For many a moon shall pass til I have her home;
where it is now all but empty.....
and the clock ticks not for time,
but a cruel, long wait, and ill tidings grin....

Have me faith while the devil licks his lips,
and throws sharp stones,
from a desolate deep dark;

She is mighty with me and I with She,
no death could give us part ---
no gate from hell to keep us apart;
with the strong arms of the Lord,

(her swift chariot I await)


*** A prayer and a plea that my girlfriend has a
swift recovery in the hospital***

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017

THIS SUPERBLY WRITTEN POEM IS BY MY GREAT FRIEND KEITH.
A poet that awes me with his great talent..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Daughter of Oak and Ash

For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own;
nymphs named the silk-skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove.
She recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.

Nymphs named the silk skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna,
by-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping;
she recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.
An adept now, she aids the Weird in its fight with rising hell.

By-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping,
raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well.
An adept now, she aids the glade in its fight with rising hell;
her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell.

Raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well.
The Blood moon’s rise brings hell’s minions out in droves;
her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell.
Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled.

The Blood moon’s rise brings hell's minions out in droves.
Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood.
Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled,
as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell.

Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove
as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell.
For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own.


First Published by After the Pause

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nature's Beauty Flows Out To Transcend

Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks.
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks.

Silver Maples fluttering in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away.
So beautiful, joy found around each bend
With brightened colors, every joyful day.

Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new,
In nature’s caress weathered every storm.
I, old and weary with my last years due,
To written legacy my cast transforms.

As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend,
Every life’s journey must come to its end.


Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren
This one, written as a sonnet.


Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Meeting
----- by Victor Buhagiar

In the deep silence of the night
When perplexity confuses the mind,
I feel your power descend upon me,
Surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable under the hammer of love.

I view you, approach, alone, resplendent
In the pale rays of the dazzling moonlight,
As if you were an enigmatic ghost drawing near
In a flimsy wisp of a whirling nightly mist.
Who are you, I ask myself, Love or Death?

Come closer, come, I'm not afraid,
Sing an echoing mermaid song for me
Or slide into an enticing dance macabre.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavours,
Where nocturnal elfin whispers and dreamy antics,
So pleasing to the sensuousness of the mind,
Combine to please the florid sensitive nerves
Of this old, tired and jaded mind.

Victor Buhagiar , 7 June 2016

Truly exceptional poetry...

My good friend Victor , written before his wife died, EARLIER THIS YEAR, FROM A LONG ILLNESS...2017...-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Wolf's View
----------------- by Laura Leiser

I am strong, I am lean
I am part of the restless pack
I am a great wolf on the run
swift of foot and living free.

When I stare at your world
I see fat dogs that look like me.
They don't hunt, they just wait
until you feed them.
When I am hungry, I often
want to eat one.

I work hard for my food
I hunt with the pack
thrill with the chase
the exhilaration
howling with my snout uplifted
thanking the moon in my wake.

Then in sheer exhaustion
I sleep under an open sky
safe in the warmth of the pack
in all kinds of weather
proud and secure with my kind.

Your dogs have human warmth
but have lost their instincts
coddled by humans who are
afraid to put them out at night
afraid they will be cold
afraid they can't survive.

They are not free like me
I am not imprisoned
by soft humans.
I am not soft, nor was I
meant to be soft.

I am a canine, strong and free.




Written on 2/5/2017


Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Pandita Sanchez
Form: Free verse


Sadness - When You're Gone


My darling precious Mama
before you go,
before your last breath is drawn,
I just want you to know
how much I love you so.
Please forgive everything
this errant child of yours has done wrong,
and all the times I disappointed
and let you down.
I can’t help holding on to you,
my Rock of Gibraltar, my strength,
my warrior and defender,
my trustworthy confidante,
even though your time has come
and the Great Spirit is calling you home.
Forgive my selfishness,
my beautiful, brave one,
for I do know you are tired,
your mission here is done,
and you seek eternal rest;
but I don’t want to miss
the sound of your melodious voice
singing old Spanish love songs,
your loving smile, and your wavy,
snowy white hair reflecting the
venerable sage that you are.
What am I going to do, Mama,
without your unconditional
love and support
which keep me afloat
when life tries to pull me down?
My hot tears overflow
like a river swollen with
sadness and grief, just knowing that
I will soon be a motherless child
alone, adrift at sea without you,
my lifeline, my best friend, my hero.
I wish you didn’t have to leave me,
my darling precious Mama.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Seeking Immortal Life

Life extension and rejuvenation
a process aimed at stretching life on earth;
It could become the foremost quest from birth.
But, when age succumbs to curbed duration
concepts tested by acute frustration...
then fragile straws are clutched for all they’re worth
as long as in this world one finds a berth.
Thus, plan ‘B’ is launched: reincarnation.

Is life perpetual fruit of false desire,
such as finding the philosopher’s stone,
latched to the wild allure of wind and fire?
An afterlife assures a lasting zone
where faithful ones eternal joy acquire
beside the Lord on His celestial throne.

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This Italian Sonnet consists of an octave with the rhyme pattern
abbaabba followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdcdcd.
Each line is made up of 10 syllables.
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Contest: Form ‘I’ ~ Immortal Theme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
© 1st March 2017

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Italian Sonnet

Kindly read the following verses from the Bible (there is an icon at the left side) for better understanding:
* I Timothy 1:17
* I Timothy 6:16
* Romans 1:18-26
* Romans 5:10
* I Corinthians 15:51-54


Mortal Becoming Immortal
---by Jo Daniel


The immortal, invisible King dwells
in the light to which no man can draw near
But by God's grace immense, He did appear
as a man to die on the cross that tells
of His great love for us. We the mortals
will put on immortality. No fear
we have of death, as long as we live here.
Such infinite love has no parallels.

Yet, men try foolishly to reduce God's
immortality to mortal likeness
of man, birds, beasts and creeping things, in vain;
With God, the creature is being at odds,
Therefore, God too gave up man to vileness,
But, now we're reconciled; Christ's death, our gain.

02/28/17

Rhyme scheme: abbaabba cdecde (10 syllables each line)

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

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This immensely talented poetess is a good friend of mine.
I have never read a poem written by her that was not top quality work!!-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Form: Hybronnet |


Heartache
------------- by Suzanne Delaney

Narrow grows the infinite sky
In mind a list of all who've gone
before - years passed- so quickly by
Enough to prejudice the dawn
And little joys and larger griefs
Consumed our hearts and minds at will
Dared us to question our beliefs
Until that moment we grew still....
What was then our consolation?
Heaven loomed, larger than before
Paradise a mere fixation
with death too final to ignore

Nirvana, everlasting Eden
Heaven waits beyond all reason

2/9/17

For Broken Wings Form H

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017