A poem a day

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Below is new poem by my great friend Winged Warrior-
A 360 Reversible.... And a very , very good one I might add.
I am humbly honored that in addition to giving tribute to Master Poe, he also gave creds to both my dear friend Victor and myself, along with our dark poetry......--Tyr


By Winged Warrior

Ravens and Castles


Listen to poem:
...inspired by and in dedication to ~ Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness and support...

A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe... by ^WW^ Winged Warrior
July.30.2019


A Winged Warrior 360 Reversible...


-Ravens and Castles-

Morbid castles cobwebbed upon haunting hills,
Horrid crawling cadavers of blood bring spills…
Ravens cawing carousingly amidst nocturnal nights,
Cravens surrounding lunatics of fanatical frights…

Wizards and wands wandering of sunken dungeons,
Lizards lashing longing of fecal flies flying luncheons…
Spiders savoring creatures cocooning of appetites,
Writers writing of winding roads amongst candlelights…

Ghostly apparitions attending of masters chambered,
Mostly hauntings of dead relatives dismembered…
Thunder & lightening resonating through humid halls,
Under feeling of spells and incantations bouncing walls…

Pivoting pendulums balancing upon lethal life and death,
Riveting raging rivers calming anticipating final breath…
Wearing witches and warlocks of demons delirious dancing,
Swearing sentinels before crimson maddening moon trancing.

Background music by...
Dark Magic Music-'Salems Secrets'
Peter Gundry Composer




Backward read...


-Castles and Ravens-

Hills haunting upon cobwebbed castles morbid,
Spills bring blood of cadavers crawling horrid…
Nights nocturnal amidst carousingly cawing ravens,
Frights fanatical of lunatics surrounding cravens…

Dungeons sunken of wandering wands and Wizards,
Luncheons flying flies fecal of longing lashing lizards…
Appetites of cocooning creatures savoring spiders,
Candlelights amongst roads winding of writing writers…

Chambered masters of attending apparitions ghostly,
Dismembered relative’s dead of hauntings mostly…
Halls humid through resonating lightening & thunder,
Walls bouncing incantations and spells of feeling under…

Death and life lethal upon balancing pendulums pivoting,
Breath final anticipating calming rivers raging riveting…
Dancing delirious demons of warlocks and witches wearing,
Trancing moon maddening crimson before sentinels swearing.


Background music by...
'The Sealed Kingdom'
Adrian Von Ziegler Composer


(((THANK YOU, DEAR FRIENDS)))...To all who commented and to help make these verses, poem of the day...Thank you for your kindness and support...ps more to come lol...Winged Warrior ^WW^ )


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2019

[Russ]

Clever idea

Below is new poem by my great friend Winged Warrior-
A 360 Reversible.... And a very , very good one I might add.
I am humbly honored that in addition to giving tribute to Master Poe, he also gave creds to both my dear friend Victor and myself, along with our dark poetry......--Tyr


By Winged Warrior

Ravens and Castles


Listen to poem:
...inspired by and in dedication to ~ Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness and support...

A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe... by ^WW^ Winged Warrior
July.30.2019


A Winged Warrior 360 Reversible...


-Ravens and Castles-

Morbid castles cobwebbed upon haunting hills,
Horrid crawling cadavers of blood bring spills…
Ravens cawing carousingly amidst nocturnal nights,
Cravens surrounding lunatics of fanatical frights…

Wizards and wands wandering of sunken dungeons,
Lizards lashing longing of fecal flies flying luncheons…
Spiders savoring creatures cocooning of appetites,
Writers writing of winding roads amongst candlelights…

Ghostly apparitions attending of masters chambered,
Mostly hauntings of dead relatives dismembered…
Thunder & lightening resonating through humid halls,
Under feeling of spells and incantations bouncing walls…

Pivoting pendulums balancing upon lethal life and death,
Riveting raging rivers calming anticipating final breath…
Wearing witches and warlocks of demons delirious dancing,
Swearing sentinels before crimson maddening moon trancing.

Background music by...
Dark Magic Music-'Salems Secrets'
Peter Gundry Composer




Backward read...


-Castles and Ravens-

Hills haunting upon cobwebbed castles morbid,
Spills bring blood of cadavers crawling horrid…
Nights nocturnal amidst carousingly cawing ravens,
Frights fanatical of lunatics surrounding cravens…

Dungeons sunken of wandering wands and Wizards,
Luncheons flying flies fecal of longing lashing lizards…
Appetites of cocooning creatures savoring spiders,
Candlelights amongst roads winding of writing writers…

Chambered masters of attending apparitions ghostly,
Dismembered relative’s dead of hauntings mostly…
Halls humid through resonating lightening & thunder,
Walls bouncing incantations and spells of feeling under…

Death and life lethal upon balancing pendulums pivoting,
Breath final anticipating calming rivers raging riveting…
Dancing delirious demons of warlocks and witches wearing,
Trancing moon maddening crimson before sentinels swearing.


Background music by...
'The Sealed Kingdom'
Adrian Von Ziegler Composer


(((THANK YOU, DEAR FRIENDS)))...To all who commented and to help make these verses, poem of the day...Thank you for your kindness and support...ps more to come lol...Winged Warrior ^WW^ )


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2019

Sad to have to report that our great friend Winged Warrior died many months ago....
Another very talented poet, kind and truly honorable person Heaven bound...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tides
BY HELEN HUNT JACKSON
O patient shore, that canst not go to meet
Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest
Thou all thy loneliness? Art thou at rest,
When, loosing his strong arms from round thy feet,
He turns away? Know’st thou, however sweet
That other shore may be, that to thy breast
He must return? And when in sterner test
He folds thee to a heart which does not beat,
Wraps thee in ice, and gives no smile, no kiss,
To break long wintry days, still dost thou miss
Naught from thy trust? Still, wait, unfaltering,
The higher, warmer waves which leap in spring?
O sweet, wise shore, to be so satisfied!
O heart, learn from the shore! Love has a tide!


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Opportunity
BY HELEN HUNT JACKSON
I do not know if, climbing some steep hill,
Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought,
Or whether in some mid-day I was caught
To upper air, where visions of God’s will
In pictures to our quickened sense fulfil
His word. But this I saw.
A path I sought
Through wall of rock. No human fingers wrought
The golden gates which opened sudden, still,
And wide. My fear was hushed by my delight.
Surpassing fair the lands; my path lay plain;
Alas, so spell-bound, feasting on the sight,
I paused, that I but reached the threshold bright,
When, swinging swift, the golden gates again
Were rocky wall, by which I wept in vain.

Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century (University of Iowa Press, 1997)

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Poppies on the Wheat
BY HELEN HUNT JACKSON
Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow
Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow
Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat
Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet
Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro
To mark the shore.
The farmer does not know
That they are there. He walks with heavy feet,
Counting the bread and wine by autumn’s gain,
But I,—I smile to think that days remain
Perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet
No more, and red wine warm my blood in vain,
I shall be glad remembering how the fleet,
Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat.

Source: The Longman Anthology of Poetry (Pearson, 2006)


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Helen Hunt Jackson
1830–1885
Black and white portrait of Helen Hunt Jackson sitting, hands clasped.
Online Archive of California
Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to academic Calvinist parents, poet, author, and Native American rights activist Helen Hunt Jackson (born Helen Maria Fiske) was orphaned as a child and raised by her aunt. Jackson was sent to private schools and formed a lasting childhood friendship with Emily Dickinson. At the age of 21, Jackson married Lieutenant Edward Bissell Hunt and together they had two sons. Jackson began writing poetry only after the early deaths of her husband and both sons.

Jackson published five collections of poetry, including Verses (1870) and Easter Bells (1884), as well as children’s literature and travel books, often using the pseudonyms “H.H.,” “Rip van Winkle,” or “Saxe Holm.” Frequently in poor health, she moved to Colorado on her physician’s recommendation and married William Sharpless Jackson there in 1875.

Moved by an 1879 speech given by Chief Standing Bear, Jackson wrote A Century of Dishonor (1881), an exposé of the rampant crimes against Native Americans, which led to the founding of the Indian Rights Association. In 1884 she published Ramona, a fictionalized account of the plight of Southern California’s dispossessed Mission Indians, inspired by Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin.

Jackson was inducted into the Colorado Women’s Hall of Fame in 1985.